Pleasantly and productively

"Sorry about the change of plans," you nod to Selena as you return. The adventurer looks somewhat refreshed, an empty potion bottle in her hand. "Would you mind if we went forward with this conversation right now?"

"I'd be happy to. It seems like every time we meet, you do something new that shouldn't be possible." The adventurer walks over at your invitation and the two of you step side by side up the stairs.

"Well then, today won't be the day I disappoint you. Although I also anticipate it'll be a... turning point in our relationship."

"Oh? How do you mean?" The invoker gives a glance your way, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

"I have an offer for you: one that doesn't come around every day." You put a hand on her shoulder. "One that you could call 'once in a lifetime', and it really is once in a lifetime. Turn it down and there won't be another."

"Look, imp, spare me the melodrama." Selena rolls her eyes at you in an exaggerated way. "I know being all high and mighty is your thing, but this is still just a game."

"You really believe this is still 'just a game' for you, after all you've seen?" The world fades out of view as you step through a swirling purple portal in the tower, then back in as the summoning room materializes in front of you. "After four people you know have been brought over here, never to return?"

"Okay, fine, point taken. Now what's this about? Because if you're looking for a fourth maid slut you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't even think this champion thing with Sarah interests me, and I doubt you're offering anyways."

"None of those, although there will be some similarities." You step to the centre of the room and have a seat in a chair you had your minions place directly in the middle of the circle. A single cushion lies at your feet, and you unsheathe your member. "Now, if you wouldn't mind getting to work while I explain what I'm looking for?"

"And here I thought we had an understanding." Selena lets out a little snort at the display and leans against the wall.

"Well, that's a shame. I suppose I'll have to find another adventurer who's willing to give a little in exchange for the opportunity I'm offering." You stand up and start to walk towards the door. "I'm sure there are many women out there who are ready to be reasonable in exchange for a shot at immortality and power."

An arm meets your chest, preventing you from leaving the room. "Hold on, imp. Let's not do anything hasty."

A grin crosses your face as you walk back to the chair and take a seat once again. The brunette beauty steps nervously after you, her curls shifting away from her bounteous breasts straining against the fabric of her thick black robe. Once she's in front of you, she sinks to her knees and starts toying with your length with one hand.

"How about I use my hands, daemon?" The invoker brings her second hand into the mix, her long fingers caressing your shaft, squeezing your balls, and cupping your tip.

"I thought you had decided to be reasonable?" One of your hands grips her head and pulls it into your lap, and the adventurer gulps for a moment before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around you. "Mmm, that's better." Her tongue flicks around your cockhead for a moment before she pushes a little further into your mouth, her hands continuing to work your length and stroke your sack as she does. "You aren't bad at all. I look forward to this being a regular occurrence."

"Oh, before we get started there's one last thing." Her eyes look up at you as if asking a question, although her mouth is much too full of your meat to follow up. "I'm afraid that some of what I'm going to offer you is secret enough that I can't afford for you to go spreading it around should you refuse. I'm going to need to sign a contract with you before we get started. You can either forget everything you've heard or you can join my dungeon in the event that you turn me down, your choice." She shakes her head near the end of your sentence. "No to joining my dungeon, then? Okay, forget everything it is. If you don't mind, I'll need your real name. This is purely precautionary: I doubt you'll refuse anyways, especially now that you won't stand to profit from doing so."

There's a slight wet smacking sound as she empties her mouth for a moment. "Helen Emily Harrington." She looks at you expectantly, but after feeling the slight tug from your hand her head sinks back down as she returns to her task.

"Excellent. Well then, Helen Emily Harrington, should you refuse the upcoming deal you'll forget all memories of what we're about to discuss. You can keep the other ones." You smirk and unload your first load into the adventurer's mouth, and she can't help but let out a slight moan as she drinks the tasty fluid. Once you've finished scribing the terms on hellish parchment, you hold it down so that she can read it and she nods after doing so. Her name signs itself on the page and you nod in satisfaction, magicking the contract away in a puff of flame.

"Excellent. Now, with that little precaution out of the way, how would you like to be a goddess?" Her eyes widen slightly and she pauses her ministrations, only resuming after you give her another push on the back of her head. "It turns out the beings we call 'gods' and you call 'admins' are in fact adventurers who have been summoned to this world and have completed various trials. An opportunity is coming up and I plan to sponsor my own candidate, and I was hoping that candidate would be you."

Selena gags as she accidentally takes you all the way into her throat before pulling back. She's most of the way off of your length when you groan and let out another batch of baby batter at the sensation. The invoker pauses to swallow the gooey liquid before she withdraws to say her piece. "So let me get this straight: you want to make me a goddess? What's the catch?" She sits, giving you a confused look while she waits for your response, but you simply look down past her in response. Her eyes follow yours to rest on your still-hard member, and this time she doesn't need a tug to get the message. Once her lips take you inside her warm, wet mouth once again you resume your explanation.

"There isn't any catch, unless you consider serving me like this a catch, and you already seem to be coming around to the idea." You stroke her hair as you speak, enjoying her experienced ministrations. "And of course if you fail you'd be joining my dungeon as a servant permanently."

Pop "Then what's stopping you from sabotaging me to trigger that clause?" Her question asked, this time the invoker goes back to her duty completely unprompted, and you groan and give her another meal.

"Nothing, really. However, do you really think I went to all this trouble just to do that? I have lots of opportunities to recruit adventurers as servants, but the opportunity to have a goddess in my debt isn't exactly an everyday thing for monsters either. I'd really rather you didn't fail: this is just a precaution to prevent you from betraying me or anything of the sort."

Pop "So what precisely are you offering here?" The words have barely left her mouth when she's back down on your dick, lips and tongue doing their best to coax out another load. Her pale skin glistens with a bit of sweat from the work, and a slight flush has crossed her own cheeks as she increasingly enjoys your length.

"There's this item, a Radiant Soul, which allows you to break past the level cap. To do so you'd need to be summoned into your adventurer body but not bound to my lair, since you'll still need to be an adventurer. Your first task would be acquiring the soul, with my help of course. In addition to performing the summoning for you, I'd offer you a new class and a party. Probably Lucia's group, if you remember them. You'd be based out of here and have access to all of the benefits, although you'd of course serve me and be required to return when not on missions." Another load begins to build in your balls and you stop your explanation briefly: you push her head down until you're deep in her throat and shoot a thick load straight into her stomach.

"In short, you'd have access to considerably more power and resources than you're used to as an adventurer, and you'd all be free to wield that power full-time. In exchange, you'd be working under me, with all the... benefits that entails." Another small jet of cum shoots out of your meat and punctuates the statement, and the invoker's tongue seems to almost casually swirl to lick it all up, her face betraying a delighted expression for a moment before she catches herself.

Another wet pop announces your cock being exposed to the air once more. "This seems like an awfully good deal for you, daemon. You want me to become another one of your sluts in all but name, and you want me to become your pet goddess as well?" Despite her protests, she still dutifully goes back to sucking when she's done posing her question, and you stroke her hair appreciatively in return. She still has plenty she could learn, but there'll be lots of time for Zal to teach her later.

"If you think it's so bad a deal, then feel free to reject it and find a better one, especially without any memories of this conversation to start off from. Remember, a pet goddess is still a goddess." You start bucking your hips into her, earning a gack, gluck, grrk as you enter and leave her throat. "Besides, not everyone seems to think that being my pet is so bad. Lucia and her friends consider it a reward, and it looks like you could come around to the idea as well. Just wait until you're summoned: I hear everything feels much better, although I wouldn't know: your mouth already feels excellent."

The invoker swallows yet another load of thick cream and then comes up for air. "Fine, daemon, you've made your point. What's this about a new class and party?"

"Well, I'm afraid we can't really send you back to Grungil and Amara. Doing so would give them information I'm not currently interested in sharing with my rivals, and I doubt those two would swear loyalty to me." Her ministrations are getting progressively better, forcing you to pause for a moment to groan as she renews her oral ****. "As for the class, the monstrous classes seem to be slightly stronger than their adventurer counterparts, so it'd give you a useful power boost in addition to setting you apart from other adventurers."

"Lucia and her party are here to see you, master." Zalreanne's heels clack to announce her arrival, her face impassive at the scene in front of her.

"Excellent, pet. Could you ask them to wait in the throne room for now, then return here? I'll call for them once I've finished 'negotiations' with Selena here." You punctuate your statement with yet another load, this one greedily consumed by the invoker. The maid nods and steps outside, and you look back down to the adventurer servicing you. "Well, do you have any more questions, or should I draw up the contract?" She shakes her head as much as she's able to.

You enjoy her work for a bit while you flick through a list of classes, and a minute later you find one that catches your eye. "What do you think of this class?" You pull up the description of "stormsoul," a fitting-sounding option given the way she uses her invoker abilities. Selena begins to withdraw from your lap, but you put a bit of pressure on her head so instead she looks up at the floating window while her tongue twirls around your tip.

Stormsoul
Ancient legends suggest that the most destructive storms and calamities are daemonic spirits given elemental form. These twisted magi have harnessed daemonic energy to bring those legends to life.
Features

• Call down destructive elemental magic, especially affecting large areas.
• Create stormy weather, including magical storms, given sufficient materials, mana, and preparation.
• Defend yourself using chaotic elemental energies.
  Strengths
  +++ Area Spell Damage
  ++ Single-target Spell Damage
  + Defensive Spellcasting
  Weaknesses
  - Utility Spellcasting
  -- Dungeoneering
  --- Physical Combat

She gives an approving nod once she's done reading through the window, so you dismiss the popup and produce another curled piece of parchment and black quill from puffs of flame.

• Helen Emily Harrington agrees to place her immortal soul in the possession of the undersigned, Azazel.
• Azazel pledges to bind this soul in the body of Selena Brightstone, who will retain her status as an adventurer.
• Selena Brightstone's class will change to Stormsoul.
• Selena Brightstone's respawn point will change to Azazel's lair and may not be changed except when permitted by Azazel and for a maximum duration agreed upon at the time.
• Selena Brightstone will not knowingly work against or attack Azazel or his allies in any way unless explicitly permitted to by Azazel.
• Selena Brightstone will not reveal any information about Azazel's plans, Radiant Souls, the path to God(dess)hood, or Synthesis to anyone except when explicitly permitted to by Azazel.
• Selena Brightstone will love the feeling and taste of Azazel's cum and will crave it more the longer she goes without.
• Selena Brightstone will not engage in sexual activity with anyone except those permitted by Azazel.
• Should Selena Brightstone be found in violation of these terms, or should she fail to acquire the Radiant Soul sought by Azazel before it is used by another, she may at Azazel's discretion become an underling in Azazel's service in perpetuity.
• This contract is irrevocable, in whole or in part, under the witness of the gods of the heavens and the daemon lords of the hells.
• ________ (Signature, Selena Brightstone/Helen Emily Harrington)
• Azazel (Signature, Azazel)

"Does this all look satisfactory to you?" Her eyes scan the page, and her brow furrows slightly when she sees the sexual clauses.

"What is the meaning of this, daemon?" Despite her protests, the invoker dutifully strokes your member and licks it between words.

"I needed to come up with some sort of loyalty clause, and this seemed simple and effective. Not to mention quite up-front about what I expect from you." The invoker blushes despite her current activity. "Besides, we might as well ensure you enjoy it as much as possible, right?" You stroke her hair in a possessive way as you speak. "Not that you seem to hate it even now."

"Fine, daemon, I accept." You pass the black quill to the invoker's free hand, and she scrawls a loopy signature on the parchment before being pulled into the floor. A moment later a physically unchanged Selena crawls back out, and after a hungry glance at your member she resumes her duty with a rapturous moan.

"Excellent, pet, I look forward to a long and fruitful relationship. Now, Rea," you clap your hands and the maid walks over. "Could you bring Lucia and her group here? It's time I spoke with them." The lavender maid curtsies and you enjoy the sight of her swaying rear walking out of sight. Rather than tracking her ass your eyes remain on the sight of your newest conquest devouring your member, her brunette curls shifting slightly as she takes in your length with a new hunger.

"Hey stud, got started without us?" Lucia and her friends materialize through the portal and walk towards you with sensual steps. "We got through your minions but figured we might challenge you to an 'alternative' duel. I see you got started without us." Lucia's hands move over her nearly-bare flesh as she speaks. "Who's the slut? She looks familiar somehow."

"Lucia, Sandra, Rebecca," you nod to each of the three sexual beings in turn. "I was hoping I'd run into you. I've already made arrangements with Selena here, and was hoping we could do the same."

"Wait, that slut is Selena? I don't remember her being so hungry for dick before." Becca steps over and Selena blushes at the comment, although she continues her sucking.

"She's had a... change of heart. And a new job offer. I've recruited her as a full-time adventurer for a mission. Would you three be interested? You'd be summoned into your bodies in Arkus permanently as her party. Should you fail, you'd become my underlings. Should you succeed, you'd keep working with Selena."

The negotiations proceed much like with Selena, and after hammering out the details you have four beauties trading your three members between their mouths. The three have had their classes replaced by more daemonic variants: Magus to Hexblade, Warrior to Marauder, and Priestess to Hellpriest. Other than that their contracts stipulate their loyalty to Selena and don't include the unnecessary craving clause, but the broad strokes are the same. Your lap is a mess of moans as you feed another load to the new party, their heightened senses and altered taste buds enjoying your seed as the finest ambrosia, then Becca withdraws.

"Girl, we have got to do something about that robe. Let's get you changed." Selena withdraws off one of your other members and you retract the unused third shaft. The remaining two adventurers continue to service you, while Selena and Becca walk out of your sight and exchange whispers you can't make out. Not seeing any need to ruin the surprise, you simply enjoy Lucia and Sandra's mouths until Becky claps her hands.

The new stormsoul is a sight to behold. From behind, her upper back and shoulders are bare. A red robe is wrapped around her lower arms and trails behind her. A long black skirt tumbles down her lower body, revealing the mage's tantalizing pale thighs through long slits on each side. Golden bracelets wrap her wrists, and black heels with gold trim push her hips up. She turns with a sway in her step, blushing slightly as she reveals her front. Her top, little more than a black bra with gold trim, pushes together her luscious melons, just barely hiding her nipples from view. A sapphire on a gold chain rests in her tantalizing cleavage, further drawing your eyes to her bust. Her stomach is bare, an ornate piercing atop her navel, and a vee at the top of her skirt plunges just enough to make your mind race as it imagines what hides beneath.

"I'm starting to have even more second thoughts about this, Becca." Selena averts her eyes and bites her lip.

"Oh, ease up, babe. It's not like this is a convent: you might as well get used to letting your hair down a little." The loosely robed hellpriest gives you a wink from behind your new ally and walks up behind her. Selena moans as Becca's hands wrap around her breasts, easily able to grope them over their minimal coverings.

"Excellent work, Becca." You can't help but laugh at the priestess' display. "You look stunning, Selena. This would be a perfect look for you going forward." The stormsoul is beet-red, doubt still evident on her face. "Now, why don't you come back down here? Lucy and Sandy here are doing their best to brew up another treat for you as we speak." She glares at you for a second then gulps and walks forward. When she arrives in front of you the stormsoul wordlessly sinks to her knees. A moment after her lips reach your tip all her protests are forgotten as she guzzles another batch of her new favourite beverage with a blissful sigh.

No more serious threats to your dungeon show up for the rest of the day, so you enjoy relaxing with the four adventurers until it's finally time to turn in. You give each one a pass-stone that lets them travel between any portals in your dungeon as if they were your champions, then assign them to one of the guest rooms in your tower. Thoughts full of the future, you drift off, curious and unconcerned about what the final day of the bounty may bring.