Tunnels, tunnels, and more tunnels

After your health fully regenerated, which wasn't long, you started to wander. It was pitch black save for the gentle glow of the orbs in your horns. The glow was faint, and thus did very little to guide you, it mostly served to keep you from bumping into walls, but only if you were already moving a slow pace.

Constantly having to reorient yourself in the darkness after coming to a wall and having to follow it took time as well. Having your pouch of pilfered potions constantly dangling between your front legs wasn't making you any faster either.

It was impossible to tell, but you'd have guessed you were wandering for at least an hour – which probably only led you a hundred meters or so from the farm house – when you started to wonder what these tunnels were.

You couldn't be certain, having been confined to your meadow and all, but you were pretty sure that there weren't any caves anywhere nearby. Heroes were constantly trading rumors about caves and the like. Places that were worth searching even after other heroes, just in case a new monster with rare loot were to pop up, or relics from the gods might appear, since powerful objects tended to do that for some reason.

In all your time, while you've heard plenty about the surrounding area from visiting heroes, there was hardly mention of a caves, let alone one within a reasonable distance. The fact that there was a tunnel here was curious.

At times you felt it was more than a single tunnel, more of a network of them, but it was difficult to tell.

Even stranger, there was a deliberately placed trapdoor in an out of the way meadow, where the only visitors were those taking a break from adventure and treasure hunting.

You simply pondered these thought's while slowly trying to find a way out. It crossed your mind that you might be stuck forever. The thought was somewhat comforting though, at least here there weren't heroes trying to **** you.

You were premature in your assumption however, as you heard voices in the distance,

"Oh I just love digging illegal tunnels for smuggling, all by myself!." A faint voice raged.

"Will you shut up!" You barely picked up the faint female hiss, "It's because you're the only mole-man here. Anything we dug would hardly be noticeable beside you."

The mole-men were a subterranean race, heavily based around earth. Most of the classes they were capable of were heavily melee as well. They were shit once you got them out of the dirt though, but their racial traits, Night vision, and, Earth swim made them damn near impossible to fight inside a tunnel.

"Flattery will get you no where. If you really want to apologize get on your knees– Ow!" An faint thwack of a gloved hand cut off the mole-man.

"Not happening Hans." A new voice chimed in, a mans, and his voice held the presence of a leader, powerful enough to carry over the distance and through dirt, it was commanding, respectable.

"That's not my name fuckwit." Though perhaps he wasn't entirely respected. Not by the mole-man at least. "What kind of leader doesn't share his girls with the only one who does any fucking work!"

"Hey! Not true. Moria isn't tied down by anyone. She's all yours."

"Pfffftt, In his dreams." A new woman spoke up. Her voice, despite the humor and derision, had a sultry edge to it, and an enticing lilt.

It also sounded incredibly close by, and holy fuck these people were getting closer.

You now noticed a grating, scratching coming from the wall a couple steps ahead of you. That was your cue to bolt ahead into the unknown, in a frenzied panic.

The scratching noise, which was getting louder at an alarming rate, had just passed behind you before you smashed into a wall. Your ears were ringing, but you were otherwise okay.

Adrenaline pumping you frantically looked around, in the faint glow coming from your horns you spotted a side path. You were able to shoot down it just as you heard the sounds of stone crumbling.

As you turned around to regard the path you were just on there was silence, if it wasn't for the orange glow that guarded the end of your hiding spot you might have guessed that the people had just vanished.

"See there's nothing." The mole-mans voice was now much clearer. You were able to notice a very sharp nasally wheeze to it, like scraping metal.

"Well I could swear I heard something." The first female voice spoke up again. Better able to hear her, she sounded soft spoken, it was a gentle voice not to be expected of a smuggler, which probably helped her quite a bit.

"It's okay Sephora. Better safe than sorry." The commanding voice cooed, the sound of weapons being sheathed following, "The real problem is you Hans!"

"The fuck did I do."

"You dug straight into another of your tunnels! Are you trying to get us all killed?"

"Hey, I could survive a cave in just fine, it wouldn't be all of us."

"Hans!"

"Shit man! I wouldn't even get XP for it! We're on the same side! Plus then what the fuck would I do for money if you losers were gone. Assuming you wouldn't rat me out to those Anari prudes once you respawned."

There was a heavy sigh following the mole-man's screechy words, from more then one source. It was almost like they were expecting an answer so lacking in seriousness. Something told you that despite the sounds of things, this group was of close friends.

Trying to cause a rift in the group wouldn't be a viable plan you decide. It would be best to just wait for them to leave.

Of course nothing's that easy for you. The orange glow was getting stronger, and invading your hiding spot.

You had to think fast. It'd only be mere seconds before these smugglers found you. They might not be heroes exactly, but they'd no doubt look upon a sheep wielding equipment in their secret tunnels harshly.

What could you use? They were smugglers right, and they were on edge because one of them heard you smash into a wall...

"I see a light! They must be over here!" You had dropped your bag and mustered up every ounce of menace and danger you could into your voice, which was actually quite an impressive amount if you do say so yourself.

In response to your little show there was plenty of swearing before the meek sounding girl, Sephora, spoke up,

"You guys run, I'll hold them off."

"I'll stay with you." The leader added, not hesitating a bit.

"Calm down lover boy, Seph's gonna need some one to bust her out of the dungeons if things turn sours." The sultry Moria argued, cool and levelheaded.

"But–"

"Oh come off it! She's a big girl." Hans screeched

There was the squelching sounds of someone sucking face, further proved by Hans' making a sarcastic comment.

"You need the torch?" The leader asked rushed and out of breath, as two sets of feet started to crunch away.

"Nope. I picked up this guy, remember?"

There was more slurping sounds followed by more footsteps, leaving a much gentler orange glow.

"Were over here! Help! By Anari! Save me from these brutes!" The girl was a good actress, she was pretty convincing in pretending she was captured by the smugglers.

"I ain't stupid girl." You grumble in your deep voice, stepping out from cover, it wasn't going to do you good now, "Your acting was good, not as good as mine, but what kind of criminals worth a damn would let their hostage scream so much unless they were laying a trap."

The girl you were faced with was pretty much what you expected when you first heard her voice. Snow white skin, long and wavy copper hair, thick rimmed glasses, and somehow she had a very loose, plain black robe, that did nothing to showcase her assets. She probably made it herself to bring together her whole naive, goody two shoes look.

"W-what?" Sephora looked genuinely confused, the staff she had been brandishing went slightly slack and her face looked torn between confusion and mirth at the sight of you. It was a cute look on her, but it was also very patronizing.

On her shoulder you noticed a tiny red man. More to the point, he looked like a human, only he was about six inches tall, and he appeared to be wearing a skin tight red outfit, which you would've probably guessed at him wearing, if not for a seamlessly matching red face, and a long slender tail capped with a pointy looking triangle attached to the end. There was a limp purple mohawk sprouting out of the middle of his otherwise bald head, and it was fallen to the side. The little demonic thing was also the source of the light.

"Is there any chance in you just letting me go?" You asked simply.

"N-he he-No- I heh- I don't, ha ha, I'm not–" The girl completely broke down in giggles, unable to complete her sentence or even brandish her staff properly.

You were however stopped from attacking by the little demon thing on her shoulder who was frantically trying to get your attention while also avoiding from falling off of her. Once he was certain you were paying attention to him, he started pointing at you, himself and then the girl, followed by drawing his thumb across his throat.

It wasn't hard to figure out he wanted to team up with you to take this, Sephora girl out. It wasn't like you were going to be avoiding a fight, and any ally would be a good ally, not that you were certain you could trust him, but what could the harm be.

As soon as you nodded a grin spread across the demons face that really cemented the fact that while he looked kind of silly, he was a demon through and through.

With a snap of his fingers the demon summoned up a guitar in the shape of a viscous looking red and black battle ax, and swung it at Sephora's head. Her health had barely moved, but the attack elicited a yelp and sobered her up.

"The fuck!" She squealed holding the side of her head while the tiny demon leaped from her shoulder to the ground between the two of you.

"I hope you're strong." The demon smiled over his shoulder at you.

"I thought you were."

"You can't be serious–!" The demon looked completely scandalized, but had been interrupted by Sephora beginning to chant a basic spell.

With lightning reflexes, even faster than the cast time of a beginner spell, the little demon started strumming a random mess of notes on his guitar, causing an ear stabbing, crackling noise.

Wait, he wasn't just flailing at the strings... he was casting Discord it would inflict silence on all enemies within range, and he made certain the girl was his adversary the second he attacked her. As a spell caster she had lost an incredible amount of her strength, and the fear that started to grow in her eyes, while she grabbed at her throat, showed that she knew it.

You wasted no time capitalizing on this opportunity, racing over the little demon as fast as your move speed would allow, and slamming your fire enchanted horn at the girls stomach. The goal was to knock the wind out of her and hopefully inflict some Damage Over Time, but none of that happened, she was even able to turn so you struck her in the side. You did however succeed at knocking her back and making getting her to trip over her robes as well as left a large burnt hole in the side of robe.

As the girl recovered, and you readied yourself again, you saw her grab a knife strapped to her thigh, right through a smoldering hole you had left in her robe. It was then you got distracted by her lacy lilac underwear, and her flawless milky skin. Her waist had gentle inward curve that came out at again at her thighs. You felt a stirring in your loins, again reminding yourself just how long a dry spell you've had.

You were snapped out of your drooling daze when a glint of silver swinging down at your neck reminded you that you were in a fight. You had just barely brought your head down in time stop the blade with it. You were lucky she was a magic user trying to melee you, even still, she had left you at half health just from that blow.

You quickly jerked your head to the side, slapping the knife hard to the side. The girl was still able to hold on to the knife, but she was taking time to recover that you didn't have to.

You pushed off the ground hard, launching yourself into the girls chest, this time you were able to hit your mark, and with both horns. You felt both horns flare with power momentarily, launching the girl straight up, causing her to hit the ceiling hard, and slam back into the floor hard.

She tried to stand up, but she must have hit her head, because she was having a hard time staying on her feet.

You were readying for another attack when the little demon changed up his tune, despite the instruments electrically charged tone, it played a very good Lullaby. The girl fought valiantly against the melody, but in the end she collapsed. Asleep.

You noticed you had burnt a hole into the chest on her robes. She had also lost her glasses at some point, she really looked better without them, they were probably just part of a costume anyways.

You felt more stirring in your loins at the sight of her matching lacy lilac bra, and the small, yet tantalizing treasures it contained.

No, you needed to finish this. You had a prime chance at more experience, something you desperately needed.

You rushed to her ****, prone form.

"Whoa, whoa! hold up!" The mini demon argued, trying to block you. It was the gesture the counted, "I want that sweet XP just as much as you. But think this through. I hardly have any levels on me, right?"

You took a moment to check.

Level: 2

For once you were a higher level than something, in this case however, that was bad.

"So my Lullaby–"

"Is incredibly weak." You finished his sentence for him with an exasperated sigh.

"Right. So you knock even a single health point off of her, and she's going to wake up."

"So you propose we run?" Despite the normal assumption that you were angry, given your powerful voice, you were actually asking a simple question, luckily the little demon seemed to pick up on that.

"That might be smart." The demon nodded thoughtfully, though in truth, it looked like a parody of thoughtfulness. A moment later the demons face broke out into an impish grin, "Or...well I saw you checking her out the same way I was."

"So what are you suggesting?" You asked cheekily, already feeling your shaft hardening.

The little demon gave a non-committal shake of his head, "And after we're done we could gently whisk her away to somewhere more favorable for us."