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Something that really annoys me about adventuring stories, is how easily people take prisoners. Let me say this now, just so we're clear. Taking a prisoner is one of the single most stressful things you can do with your day. You're never going to feel fully confident that you have them properly tied up, and they're never going to stop testing you. That's if you only have a single person, if you have three just forget about it.

It's only by the grace of Steelowyn that they were still tied up to the cauldron when we came out of the dungeon. I guess the threat of being splashed with a mutation potion was enough to keep them cautious. Unfortunately for them.

Luckily we had a super human on our team to keep them under control as we venture down into the dungeon. We've got them all tied up and are walking them down in a train. Me in the front with the big lady in the back. Cyrus as ever acts as our moral support. "I guess you guys get to go into the dungeon afterall!" I joke around with them as we traverse through the completed rooms, but they don't seem to be in the mood for it.

Now something of note as we walk back through is that pool of black water sitting in the in the reflecting pool. Crazy as it sounds, but I think that's one of the pools of night, or maybe THE pool of night. Legend has it that's where The Raven Lady would baptize her followers into becoming vampires.

I'd have to read the sigils on the pillars again, but it was an interesting possibility.

It's like this dungeon was trying to reflect her realm, or copy it in some way. It'd even pulled denizens from from that plain to populate it.

So dungeons are what?

Realms rubbing up against eachother, and trying to invade and spread into other realms?

Did that mean that Heaven or The New Moon Plains had dungeons too, dungeons from our world?

This whole experience had been so much stranger than I'd imagined.

When we returned to the cathedral our Elf friend was enjoying a good bye blow job from Melli. The prisoners had made a few efforts to escape, but we'd taken enough precautions that we'd gotten them down here without much of a fuss.

I'll say again, not much of a fuss, but lots of stress.

"Here we are." I say as I enter, showing no sign of awkwardness at the man getting blown in front of him.

Let a man work ya know?

"Wow." He looks surprised. "You were telling the truth."

"I usually do." I lie.

Elizabeth rolls her eyes, I don't see it, but I know she is.

"You're a strange little man." he laughs, and lazily works Mille's head. It's a wonderful power play, and he's doing it very well. I just hope Vampires are as gay as people say they are. In truth I really just wanted Melli because she was a lady and I like ladies. Don't get me wrong, I've taken a few dicks in my day, but I always lean towards women. It's basic and sinful I know, but I can't help it!

I like the ladies.

I'm interested in seeing him cum. I'm not sure vampires can. The undead ones we have on our realm certainly can, but they're cursed. This man's part of some alien race, so I'm wondering if he can, how much, and what color?

But before I can have my burning questions answered he pulls Melli off. "I didn't expect you lot would just sit around and watch me."

"I don't mind." I say honestly.

Cyrus and Elizabeth however seem grateful that he's finished up, our slaves not so much.

"Right, Bellowyn's brood." He says as if just remembering that he's dealing with a sex cultist. He looks the squirming adventurers over, and then just nods. "It's a deal."

"Another easy win." Elizabeth throws her arms up in frustration. "What kind of boss are you?"

"A mini boss." He says with a grin. He kicks Melli and sends her sprawling towards me, then saunters up to the other adventurers, dick wagging. "She's almost dead, I haven't much use for her."

I shift over to where Melli is laying discarded and abandoned. Out of curiosity I go to check her neck, and do indeed see that it's riddles with puncture marks. Bastard's drained her dry, and if I'm not mistaken he had one last bite before he threw her away to me.

"Look into my eyes." He says to the new chattle I've brought him. "Find your mind drifting away, as you listen, care, and heed only my words."

I watch him work, growing hard as in just the course of a few minutes he has the three adventurers reduced to mindless husks. Maybe not willing, but eager slaves to their new master. "That'd make things easier." I say squeezing my dick.

"Ugh." Elizabeth snarls with disgust, and turns away. "I can't believe I'm a part of this."

"Boss do you think, that maybe we shouldn't be working with this guy?" Cyrus whispers. "If we beat the boss, won't he be set loose?"

I brush them off, and drag Melli off into a corner. Elizabeth and Cyrus both gather around, as I pop the last healing potion and poor it down her throat. The wounds on her neck heal, but don't go away. They remain scarred on her neck like a series of bullet holes. She slowlys moans and stirs. "It's okay, you're awake, you're okay now." I whisper to her gently.

She's stuck in a dreamlike state for a few minutes but eventually is pulled from it. "Huh?" She croaks as she sees me. "You're that alchemist." She whispers.

"Yeah I came looking for you when you guys never came out."

She breaks into a sob. "Cob and Kal are dead." She shudders, and in that moment I genuinely feel bad for the lives lost. I look to our our friend and his new slaves. For the lives that would continue to be lossed, so that I could achieve my destiny. We feed her water and some of our rations, and after about an hour she has the strength to sit up again. She's pale, and malnourished, but I think she'll be alright. "Why do you have a goblin?”

"I was kind of **** to rescue you guys!" I laugh. "I'd have taken anyone." Man I'm good at lying.

"How long has it been? Everything is a haze."

"About a week." Elizabeth answers for me, I'm getting nervous with her joining the conversation. I can only hope she's obedient enough not to ruin this for me.

Melli looks at Elizabeth, then gasps, and looks behind her. Back at the vampire who's being dressed by his new slaves in a smart looking black suit. "He's still alive."

"Calm yourself." I ease her. "We made a deal with him."

"He killed my friends." She hisses, and reaches around for her staff, which I still haven't seen.

"Melli we made a deal. We're not going to fight him."

"He's a monster." She snarls, weakly.

"Be that as it may." I say softly. "He let you live, and we're bound to honor our obligation."

She closes her eyes, and shakes her head, though it's her shoulders that tell the true story. They slump miserably, as she gives into her powerlessness, and accepts that sometimes we must make deals with monsters. Melli +1 Corruption Points (Corruption Score: 0)

Delicious.

The world begins to slow down. I once again enter the realm of souls to take bid for this morsel of Melli’s essence.

These demons don't miss much, they must be eager for their mother's approval. At least as eager as I am for their blessing.

"Well done champion." Steelowyn's familiar grainy voice fills the air. I see her grey form float around the cringing Melli. "Tis I, thy favored patron, here to make my bid on this one's soul."

"Of course honored daughter." I say, wincing at the way she called herself my favored patron. That was going to cause me some trouble down the line I knew it. So far the princes were behaving themselves, but I knew that couldn't last. "Speak your offering your grace. Let me know what this soul is worth."

"The mage." She says as if pondering the specimen before her. "For her ilk I have a simple blessing. Many blasted wizards find power in their blood and use it to fuel their workings, well those witches loyal to me find their power in pain. Give this morsel to me, and I shall whisper to her the secrets of pain magic to her."

"Oh you sly old hag, who are you to speak of magic?" A pompous voiced filled the void if it’s not sacrilegious of me to say so. A blue and gold sigil floated into view. The sigil on it read: Tan’Hagorath, The Patron of Witches.

“You honor me lord.”

“Indeed I do.” The prince says. “I shall make this one easy. Every time she orgasms, she regains mana.”

“That was easy!”

“And I shall sweeten the deal. Let me brand her now, commit her entire soul to me, allow me to do as I wish with her as she comes along and I’ll grant you an extra boom, Herald.”

“Outrageous!” Steelowyn growls. “To demand such a thing in your first visit!”

“It’s an offer. And just because you’re not powerful enough to hand boons out doesn’t mean I have to follow in your decrepit wake.”

“Oh dear the siblings are quarreling again.” Sheobrimborn Whispered, the thief of wonders appeared by Melli, his dark form a welcome break to the brewing argument.

“Welcome, Quiet One.” I say with a bow.

“These two see only a mage, where you and I see a canvas. She’s already been fed upon by a vampire, let us induct her into the night, and brand her with its cold embrace.”

“Choose.” Steelowyn growls like steel wool being slid across violin strings. “I have no patience to stew in the aura of these upstarts any longer. “Let us conclude our business, my pet.”

I shudder at that.

Steelowyn is the prince of slaves, and as such can be quite possessive. I fear her reaction if I reject her.

Yet a boon from the Prince of Magic is awfully enticing…

No one ever said this would be easy.

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Pain Magic

Drawing in the mental sharpness that comes with pain, the subject will generate mana when suffering pain. In addition any pain caused by the Herald will cause the subject to become more submissive to them.

Tantric Magic

The explosive power of an orgasm is enough to fuel a spell. The subject gains mana every time they orgasm.

Gothic Beauty

The Subjects skin becomes incredibly pale, and any clothing they wear will become more revealing, and change color and style to make it more gothic.

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