The Moot (Voting Closed)

If you’re ever looking for a good night’s sleep I would recommend the embrace of two needy mages. We fucked ourselves to exhaustion.

Except for Daliah who’d masturbated to exhaustion, which was cute.

I had some wicked demonic nightmares and it was easy to see why.

I opened my eyes and the mouth of hell was gapping at me. Not the maggot fields thankfully. I’d seen enough of that. My hell! The good hell! The flesh fields. The purple miasma of that blesssed land shifted just beyond our reach. Above the midnight pool the veil between world had grown so thin you could see forms pressing against the barrier to get to our world. Beings that were beautiful and hideous in equal measure.

Dorothy was still going at it she had the stamina to continue for days on end, but without proper rest her stars wouldn’t refresh. Was this really a good idea when we were fighting a 3-star?

Cyrus came into the chamber with a small cart clinking with dishes and food. “Breakfast!” He sang distributing plates to weary souls. “Mistress Ruby, your sister wants to see you in the boss’s chamber.”

Ruby groaned and stretched. “Yeah.” She yawned and grabbed a plate. “I guess we have some things to talk about.” She started nibbling at her food, but didn’t bother getting dressed.” Sapphire would be in for a shock when she saw that brand.

“Good morning.” Daliah wrapped herself around me and started playing with my cock. “I was dreaming about you.” She smelled like candy and sex.

“Eat your breakfast first.” I said brushing her off, though I was smiling. She pouted but eagerly dug into her first solid meal in weeks. And it was a Cyrus meal, what a treat!

We all moaned and gorged ourselves on his masterpieces. “So what’s the plan boss?” Cyrus asked as he cracked a few eggs for a second order of omelettes.

“Probably to die.” I sigh.

Melli frowned at that. Daliah shivered and reattached herself to me. “You won’t let me die a virgin will you master?”

Oh goddess! The M word!

I want to take her right there, but wait…

Virgin?

“I think he is.” Melli shakes her head, wishing she’d been a few days late.

I point towards the portal above the midnight pool. “I’m about to get called into a meeting, at any moment. I’ll get us something to work with there.” I gulped.

“I know you will boss!”

We eat the rest of our meals in peace. Though Daliah rubs herself between bites, so cute!

I’m thinking a little more clearly now, though I can tell I’m not at my peak. We rarely are if you think about it, but this was bad news for me. I’d need everything i had to beat Celeste and deal with the Princes. I was worried I might never return to normal.

“It’s coming!” Dorothy bellowed. An energy was lifting her out of the pool and into the air. The demonic energy of her rite began to swirl around her, most violently. Then like a singularity it was all sucked into her. “Get us a Prince Herald! We need their energy to awaken the dungeon!”

The chamber went white with light and noise, and then just as suddenly I was plunged into darkness.

Just like that I was back in the spiritual realm.

I was greeted by the familiar smile, and red suit of Herr'Alden. I was also greeted by a deafening roar of ten demon princes arguing with eachother, and immedialty arguing with me as I appeared. Their gaseous sigils floating about me like broken limbs in a storm. Swirling about each demanding my attention and threatening tortures and more if I did not give it.

"Order!" Herr'Alden bellowed. "There will be order!"

"You do no command us, welp!" Seabaoden, the king of beasts growled.

"You're not even a god darling." A prince I didn't recognize chuckled. I couldn't pick out the voice among the floating spheres.

"Oh let him speak." Matrowyn purred. "Let's be good siblings, and listen."

"Matrowyn, I've not seen you in a while. Looking deliciously bloated as always."

"Thank you brother. Sheobrimborn will not admit it, but I know it is he who snuck in and bred me during the solstice. As if I don't know the feel of my sibling's spawn in my womb."

"It's a shame, I was hoping this moot would give us the chance to know eachother once more."

"Oh pish, my beloved. I have wombs a plenty. Breed me as you wish."

"Everyone shut up!" I yelled into the darkness. The spheres stopped spinning in shock. "Our entire religion is about to get wiped out. I need a solution, which of you is going to give it to me?"

There was silence.

Silence.

Then laughter.

They were all laughing at me. The dark gods of our forbidden religion had found my outburst hilarious.

"A questionable strategy." Herr'Alden said with his trademark smile. Still the chaos of the meeting had died down with their laughter. "The matter of business on hand is the creation of a new dungeon." He said aloud to the princes. "The Herald as Bellowyn's voice and will on the mortal plane shall have control of this new asset. The Highpriestest Dorothy has bound herself to it, sacrificing her life to become the dungeon's 'Boss'"

"I always liked her." That was one of the new comers Asmodel, one of the children I'd hoped not to see here. If was safe to say if she was speaking, she was lying.

"Thus all that remains to be decided is which of you will give the dungeon your blessing. An enemy of the blood comes to **** it now. The Herald was brash in the way he said it, but he spoke the truth. Both the high priestess and the herald stand to die in the coming conflict. You must exert yourselves and your treasuries to give the herald blessings, minions or weapons strong enough to defend us all. The Herald has granted his favor to four princes thus far. They get the right to present their offers. Tan'Hagorath, present your boon."

The wavering form of my greatest patron floated before me.even with the deluge of souls I’d fed him yesterday he was barely there.

“…” Indeed he couldn’t even speak. He floated before me for a few moments before retreating back.

His siblings laughed loudly at his diminished state. Yet I found myself with a renewed respect for the prince. He had been bold and daring in his dealings with me. It’d gotten him much, but cost him much as well. None of his siblings had been willing to follow his path…yet.

“He best hope nothing befalls those witches he’s been cultivating.” Grokhan chuckled. “It’d be a disgrace to our mother to allow a cripple to continue ruling in her domain.”

“Then let us show strength.” Steelowyn rasped and approached. As her orb neared me it faded to reveal her true form. I stepped back in horror. A massively tall Iron Maiden stood before me chained shut. Its surface was etched with the design of a shriveled corpse wearing a crown. My body ran cold and ached.

“Ah.” Herr’Aldeen noticed my panic. “You walk the path of enlightenment Herald. Truths are being revealed to you. This is good and holy.”

Mendaxwyn chuckled, his voice high and feminine. Definitely more pleasing than Steelown’s gravel. “Fear not, for it has always been so. You but a minnow standing amongst the maws of sharks. But know that not all are as terrible to behold as that hag.” His orb brushed me and I felt erotic tingles surge about. “Know me better, and you’ll see a form most enjoyable.”

“****.” Steelowyn said coldly. So coldly I felt it in my bone. “See how your weakness invites the undesirable to you? Can I trust you to punish yourself for this lapse?” The iron coffin towered above me. My mind ached not to remember the tortures that waited within.

“He’s no ****, witch.” Seabaoden snarled. “He belongs to the great mother.”

Grokhan agreed. “He belongs to us all.”

“Indeed.” Mendaxwyn chuckled in my ear. “Now that we know your game, do you think we would allow you to touch him again?”

“We shall see who owns whom children.” Steelowyn said calmly. “May I present my offer or is there more grandstanding to be done?”

Asmodel chuckled her voice was thick in my ear now too. “Until you are finished dear sister, there will be grandstanding left to be had.”

A snarl came from within the Iron Maiden. “Then let me relieve you of it!” She then turned her snarl to me. "Herald you have slaves but your treatment of them has been tepid and uninspired. Grant me control of the dungeon, and I will give you a jail proper. A new room to hold and train your slaves without fear of them escaping. Further more I will enchant your dungeon. Any pain a being suffers while in it's borders will have their willpower reduced. You will not have to slay your foes, merely break them to your service. Finally I offer you three of my children The Steel Maidens to guard your dungeon."

My eyes went wide, that was quite a list. Steelowyn really wanted this.

I was familiar with the Steel Maidens they were demons who like their mother were intombed in iron maidens. They are stationary creatures who extend tendrils to bring their prey into their iron prison with them.

"Your generosity humbles this **** my mistress.” I bow to Steelowyn, and pray no one has a better offer.

She is pleased by my subservience and retreats. Though her fraction of the cognative realm now holds her imposing figure and the icy prison she calls her palace fades in and out of focus in the darkness.

"I'm next you drooling cow." Seabaoden moved forward. He too began to appear to me. I had the feeling of a maggot sitting on a plate, over which a large man with the head of beast loomed over me. I could not tell you what beast, perhaps all of them. It had the horns of an atelope, the mane of a lion, features of a wolf, wolverine, and shark all fought for promince amongst his facade. Most shocking were his eyes which were two yellow stars. These surprised me because of the wisdom they showed. He was lord of the Braying senate. We'd always taken that to mean he corrupted the self satisfied rule of man and showed us for the animals we were, but he seemed a wise ruler. Perhaps we was, perhaps the beasts of his senate are better off passing whatever legislature he proposes, than what their meager minds could produce.

Matrowyn huffed, and hovered not far behind him. "Bad kitty." She hissed, as he approached me.

"I will lend you five beastmen to the defense of your dungeon." He said, bending down to stare at me with those shining eyes. "I will also bless your dungeon with The Frenzy. All creatures inside may abandon their sanity for incredible strength and viciousness in battle. Let your foe and your allies forget their tactics and schemes, and may the best beast stand tall."

There it was again. Beneath the simple gift, was a scheme. I doubt I could out smart Celeste, so why try? Why not make her lose her mind the moments she enters the dungeon? Then without her ****, and poisons take her on? Dorothy would no doubt overcome her in that case.

"You impress me my lord."

The sneered, the feeling was apparently not mutual. He backed away and made room for Matrowyn to enter the fray. This was the last prince who'd I'd fed a soul. She was an impressive sight. She was... an interesting sight. The form was very much akin to a dragon with the long body and tail, only instead of a crest of scales along the spine she had long brown hair that fell to one side like a mohawk. This hair was shagged and extended to her head, which was more like a horse' head than a dragon's. The shaggy hair covered her eyes, but left wide smile full of flat teeth for me to see. A long pink tongue hung from her mouth and moved about as if searching the room. All of this I barley noticed because along her torso, and her underbelly was a line of truly impressive tits, all of which were human, veiny, and overflowing with milk. They hung all the way to the ground, and like a snail she left a line of the life giving nectar behind her.

I'd fuck it.

"Herald." She purred, her voice still honey sweet despite her intimidating form. "I shall replace that nasty pool in the midst of your dungeon. It is idolatry to another god to keep it in our midst. I shall fill it instead with..." She reached down with one of her clawed hands, and hefted up one of her dangling breasts to the unseen platform I seemed to be standing on. She lifted the massive orb up for me to see. The nipple larger than me, larger than a horse. Pure white milk seemed flow from it like waters of a pure spring. "My milk. Healing, holy, and far more impressive alchemically than that dirty water you've been bathing in." She let her tit drop on my platform, the fromless ground beneath me shook, and her milk leaked out onto the dark floor.

Fuck it.

I might never get this chance again.

I drop onto all fours, and crawl towards the holy water. It races to meet me. I licked the floor as it approached me, and eagerly sucked it into my mouth, and down my throat. I can't help but let out a long groan as it flowed through me. It is warm, and sweet, and buttery. I shivered as the aches in my head seemed to subside, even the cold lashes of Steelowyn seemed to warm up as I siped at the puddles. It was a divine communion there's no denying this. Milk from the mother THE mother. Playing politics with these beings almost made me forget how much I worship and love them. But now I taste it on my lips the warmth and love.

"Well that's hardly fair Matrowyn. Asmodel chuckled from her seat. "I didn't know we could **** the poor boy."

"It would avail you not." Matrowyn lifted a massive claw under my chin, and tipped my face up to meet her half shaded face. "There's no stronger **** than a mother's love is there?"

"No." I gurgled smiling. I think I had an erection.

"Not only will your team and you get to feast upon my milk forevermore." She said. "But for you my beloved I will offer one of my daughters. Breed her, and ye shall have a boon born of her womb."

"I'll glad give you a boon tomorrow, for a dungeon today." Mendaxyn snickered. "Give the boy the boon now, and be done with it breeder."

Matrowyn gave him no mind, or at least didn't turn to him. Her hidden gaze was still on me, her claw gently stroking me despite it's size. "Which of your daughters will you let him breed then?"

Medaxwyn scoffed at the idea.

"Then perhaps you?" Matrowyn turned to the sigil. "Maybe it'll take a mortal to make a real woman out of you."

Medaxwyn gasped, and rose higher into the air, and a shiver ran along Matrowyn's scaled hide like a cat preparing to strike.

"Your offer has been made." Herr'Aldeen stopped the princes before they could break into a fight. "Let us see what the other princes have to offer."

Grokhan approached me next. He remained a simple ball of vapor and his sigil as he grew closer. I'd not fed him a soul yet, and I suppose didn't know him well enough to perceive his form. "Ten Goblins, Three Orcs, and 1 Ogre. No other will offer you a **** that large."

And with that he retreated to the others.

"A simple but powerful offer my lord, as suits you." That was a good offer. The Orcs alone would be strong enough to fend off most humans one on one. The Ogre was the true prize though. That was a miniboss on par with the vampire that'd been sitting in the throne room. Them plus me, the witches, cyrus, and Dorothy was quite the attack **** to go against Celeste.

Sheobrimborn silently approached next. The Thief of wonders was growing tired of my rejections. It was a shame it had to be this way because I always came very close to choosing what he offered. Very close. "I share a kinship with your dungeon already." He whispered to me, his dark orb floating ominously. "Give it to me, let me immerse myself in it's shadows, and I can restore it. I will it once more with shadows, and the creatures that dwelt there before. This will even stop the mortal scriers from recognizing that the dungeon has ben restored."

That was huge. Even if no one would think that a dungeon had appeared inside a cleared dungeon initially, someone would eventually figure it out. Then we'd have to defend it from constant threats of adventurers. Which was fine by me, more cultists for the cult as far as I'm concerned. But The Kingdom does not let dungeons grow beyond their control. Eventually they'll send something or someone to clear that dungeon out for good.

To avoid that hassle all together was worth any price.

"I'm humbled by your offer as always my lord."

He said nothing, and made room for the next prince.

It was Archeowyn, the prince I'd never learned about. She must have been born after our exile. Before Herr'Aldeen who I knew was Bellowyn's youngest son. How exciting to find your religion developing before you.

What was I saying?

I was the Herald! I was making history myself.

"Your foe is a poison user." She said, emotionless as she had been the day before. "I will give you three clock work soliders, beings immune to poison. With weapons mighty enough to crack the alchemist's skin. It's also been noted that you are bad with money. Note these solider could be sold for substational sums if needed."

Oh by the goddess no! Even the princes knew about my money troubles?

Something guaranteed to break Celeste's skin was nice. Dorothy had made it sound like we had nothing at our disposal that could harm her. I wouldn't doubt it. What alchemist would allow themselves a weakness if they could avoid it? The plan until then had been drowning her in the midnight pool. This opened up other options...

“Me next.” Mendaxwyn floated to me. “We’ve not met yet, and that’s a shame. It’s just that none of your **** thus far have been all that interesting to me, and I weep for that. Still treating me to a dungeon would be a nice first gift.”

“Nothing would please me more my lord.”

“I have no minions for you just whispers. ‘This is where I belong, this dungeon is my home, its master is my master’ you see? Those witches, your slaves are far from loyal, but I can fix that, fix them. I can fix anyone who enters our domain to stay and join us forever. You want this, I know. I see, and so I give.”

He was as terrifying as the legends said. His gift equally so. Even if our conflict with Celeste was too cataclysmic for the magic to work her mind properly the slavish loyalty of my minions in the dungeon was of high value.

There was a slight flicker in the orb, and its shade changed a toxic pink. The sigil changes too. No longer Mendaxyn, but his twin born to the same body, and mind. Asmodel, the mother of lies. “No minions he says?” The prince sneers at herself it seems, her voice deep like a man’s but charming. “Well I have a minion.”

“Do you indeed, my lady?” I say cautiously. I was always taught that prayer to the sister was like a grenade. You threw it in her direction and ran, not waiting for praise or punishment.

“Indeed. The Queen of The Kingdom. Your queen. I serve her. You take my brother’s offer and you take mine. I shall make for you an introduction. It would be sweet for you to meet the cults that still exist in the shadows.”

The Queen?

I felt weak.

“That is…”

“But don’t think you may fool me. Gain this insight and then suck some other prince’s cock. No dear herald. Only with my brother dick tickling the back of your throat will you be able to recall this fact. In other words until we get what we want. It is a lie. Understand?”

The Queen. The Queen. The Queen. She’s one of us. No, not likely. She’s probably one of Asmodel toys. She had an affair, or an abortion, or something scandalous and prayed to keep it hidden. Asmodel would have answered happily, hidden the body, and like a bad guest never left. The thing about lying is that you have to keep lying. Asmodel would have kept manipulating her, creating more secrets and intrigues the queen would have needed her help unraveling. Down and down the path she walked until she was eventually led to me.

“Thank you lord.” I bowed.

“He bows and bows and bows.” Said the next prince. It approached me with a noxious green haze surrounding it. Even without the sigil I could identify this as Paracelanum, Prince of ****, Poisons and Toxicity. “Buck up the courage to reject a prince or two young man.”

“But my lord.” I made a show of bowing to him. “I want all these gifts. But I will reject yours without hearing it, if it would please you.”

He chuckled, in a nasally kind of way. “I like you. Perhaps it would please me, but I find seldom few end up enjoying the pleasure I take from them.”

“Then we shall eschew your delights and focus on pleasing me. For the good of our relationship.”

“Good grief.” Grokhan must have rolled his godly eyes. “Get on with it.”

“Your lab is a disgrace.” Paracelanum Informed me. “To your profession and mine. Give me the dungeon and you shall have a lab of your own. It shall be stocked with many weird and wonderful ingredients from my own lab, and you shall prosper from it. I’ll also alter the configuration of your dungeon, give you places to put traps, filled with whatever concoction would please you.”

A lab of my own!

I drool.

It’s every alchemist’s dream!

“Thank you my lord.” I did not bow and he huffed away.

Which left us with but one last contestant.

The third daughter buzzed towards me. I could not see her and yet she unnerved me. This was Beowyn queen of bugs and filth. When the lands above pushed for the eradication of our religion her sect was always one of the first examples given.

While many of the princes are evil, she is simply alien. You need only see so many women acting as hives for bugs, or men as chamber pots before the urge to burn it all down fills your soul.

When she spoke it was only a single word. “Queen.” But all sorts of other chemicals drifted to me, a strange insectile understanding washed over me. The Queen was one of her spawns. Small now, but it would grow the more sexual energy I consumed. Then from this Queen would come drones, and soilders, conquest and domination. Crossroads in shackles, naked humans being led into the hive beneath the earth, to be bred, milked, and consumed by the hungry hive.

It was a terrible understanding. But the offer was clear to me.

She was offering me a beast of the apocalypse.

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Alright kids, big choice here. Which of the princes pleases?

I also want to say I loved getting all that emergency feedback. Comments are the surest way to keep me going, and seeing you all ready to interact with the story was very energizing.

In the end I felt Asmodel and Mendaxwyn were very similar suggestions, and interestingly they were both gendered to the opposite of what my naming convention has been I figured I’d combine them as a single entity.

And just because I don’t take your suggestions doesn’t mean I don’t like them. Just having outside input really helps me cook! Anyway! Here’s what we got, vote in the comments.

Steelowyn

1) A New Jail - 2) 3 Steel Maidens - 3) Domain of Pain - All Creatures who suffer an injury while in the dungeon will have their willpower reduced an equal amount.

Grokhan

10 goblins, 3 Orcs, 1 Ogre

Seabaoden

1) 5 Beastmen - 2)The Fury Grounds - Creatues within the dungeon may fly into a fury. Creatures in a fury lose their higher thinking abilities, and instead gain great strength, endurance, and bloodlust and will fight until they or their opponent is ruined.

Matrowyn

1) The Midnight Pool will be replaced with a fountain of magical healing milk 2) Bad ass sex with a demi-god no jimmy

Sheobrimborn

Embrace the shadows, return the dungeon to it’s glory.

Tan'Hagorath

“…”

Archeowyn

3 Clockwork Solider (Sellable)

Mendaxwyn / Asmodel

1) Subversive Whispers - Beings in the dungeon will constantly have their wills eroded by whispers from the two faced prince. These whispers will encourage them to feel at home in the dungeon, and to see the dungeon master as their master. 2) An Audience with The Queen.

Paracelanum

A new lab, and traps for the dungeon.

Beowyn

A beast of the apocalypse.