and a Battery

It wasn't an overelaborate plan, and with what I had to work with that was a good thing. Luckily the apothecary had turned out to be quite a lot smarter than her brother and while not happy about it would do as she was told now that her belly bore my mark over her withered womb. Lucky for her as well since she made a far better agent in town so wouldn't get experimented on. At least not until I had better men to use in her place.

She had been sent with a vial of hypnotic toxin she was to slip to the millers wife, and instructions of what to whisper into her ear while ****. The miller would get his compliant wife back, and a little extra. After this was all over the apothecary would be delivering a vial of Devil sperm and Breast Growth agents to give them a superior but human daughter not of his blood to eventually inherit the mill and a couple of big toys to distract him.

Then he would bring his daughter to the Castle, turns out she really was simple of mind according to the aunt and sadly I'd take better care of her than her useless father, while the wife under new management would wait until the majority of the guards were drunk and useless and tell the mayors daughter that her simple child had wandered off into the forest and that while her father was looking for her he was useless and the guards were needed. Between drink, disinterest, and the curse the men should refuse to do anything while the women guards charged forth to be met by a frantic miller who would tell them he saw his daughter go into an abandoned fortress he was too much of a coward to follow in. An act the guards captain would be all too willing to believe knowing him. And once the girls entered the Dungeon they were mine.

This would leave the town in the hands of a bunch of deadbeat guardsmen ripe for the curse to spread to until they didn't care what happened to any local women. The female Cleric was apparently the only one of note in the local temple which could also then be written off. And that just left the mayor who it turned out had a heart condition he took regular potions from the apothecary to treat, along with many others in the town a steady supply of hypnotics in her hands would reach.

The cows were moved into the dairy with the wood from their old pen stacked up blocking the door. My pregnant daughters would remain in my room despite their many objections. If my God's Eye showed the guardswomen to be pushovers then they could come out and play but from the siblings descriptions these women were not pushovers. My guardian sat on my throne, she'd make for a great distraction and would engage the fighters when they entered leaving the casters with their backs exposed. I of course would be hidden by the door. The trap was set, now time to wait.

And of course the book with the clever little slime ended in another cliffhanger. Someone was going to pay for this.

Eventually the miller and his daughter arrived topside. She was indeed attractive with long mousey brown hair and a full figure in her simple homespun dress. And quite trusting as she didn't balk at all when an imp showed to lead her down to the great hall. She did stop and stare at seeing me but still showed no fear. She was probably in her twenties but looked younger with her empty innocent expression, and I had no intensions of touching her. I may be a monster but even I'm not going to **** someone who was mentally still a child. She'd be better off down here, I'd have her take care of the cows or something. I sent her on to the kitchen with the maids.

Another alert and there was the miller again, this time with a small crowd. The human woman in plate armor must be the mayors daughter. Quite tall for a human at near six foot her blond hair was cut in a short pixie fashion. She had chiseled elegant facial features and though I couldn't make out much of her figure under all that metal was likely quite muscular to be wearing it. She had a large shield strapped on her left arm and a good sized sword on her belt as well as a hammer and a helmet that matched her armor hanging from a hook. The smith's daughter was indeed a half orc and quite tall at well over seven foot. She wore an armored shirt of overlapping metal scales backed by leather on her impressively muscular form. It hung down near her knees cinched by a broad belt at her waist. She was carrying a massive sword over one shoulder that probably was bigger than the miller set on it's point. Impressive. She also had a hammer on her belt for fighting in areas that would limit her sword, smart. She had light green skin that set off her dark red hair surprisingly well and her eyes were a darker green. She was good looking as well with none of the crude features usually associated with orcs or their half breeds. Not even the typical jutting tusks, though her canines were pronounced. The Cleric was indeed quite fat though her bulk probably lay over good muscle as she didn't seem at all winded by the trip and wore heavy chain armor under a pristine white tabard. She too was good looking in the face despite her bulk and had long blonde hair under a odd square hat. She had a good sized mace on her belt with a handle long enough she could probably double up her grip on it. The fourth and last woman however was by far the best looking of the group with features that could be best described as angelic, and yes her hair and eyes did glow like banked embers a fiery yellow/orange. She wore a simple white cloth blouse under a leather vest and soft leather pants carrying no weapons other than her self. The fifth and last of the group however was no woman, but a skinny unimpressive male clinging to the mayor's daughter's wake like a leach. Looks like the guards had had at least the one simp the curse wouldn't hold back. No armor on him either, just a baggy grey robe with a rather large book hanging from his belt. He clasped an elaborate wooden staff and was the only one winded by the trip through the woods.

God's Eye told me they were Alanna Dawnbringer, human lvl 10 Captain. Which turned out to be a elevated tier of Fighter with enhanced command abilities. Brigitte Svensdottir, half-orc lvl 15 Fighter. Fionna the Pure, human lvl 12 Cleric of the Light who had a rather large mana pool for a human. Shailynn Flamekissed, elemental blooded human lvl 15 Sorcerer. What was an elemental blooded human? Good question, I'll let you know if I figure it out... And finally our simp Simon Brooks, human lvl 5 Wizard. Sheesh, the leach literally wasn't in these girls league. What in the hells were people like these doing guarding a no where bog town? Quite a tough group over all even with the dead weight, would make for a hell of a fair fight but I don't fight fair.

They started down either convinced by the cowards act or drawn by the curse, maybe both. The Captain strode down first her armor proof from the darts and spikes of traps that she tripped without concern her leach close behind. The female casters then followed with the half-orc bringing up rear guard. Smart not leaving their back exposed, but not all the traps were triggered by floor plates. Imps hidden from sight set off more darts from the side trying to hit squishier targets than the tank in front and had more success but the Cleric was quick to cure the maladies inflicted. She was going to be a real thorn in my side, time to do something drastic. She had a excessive amount of mana and unpleasantly fat as she was I had no real desire to capture her intact. One of my more nasty toxins fed on a targets mana to dramatic effect. I was going to have to inflict this in person though so I called off the futile efforts of the imps and let the party proceed with only floor traps in their way.

Entering my great hall they spread out slightly and the half-orc moved to the fore beside her leader. The Fighters started towards the giant throne and the large metal woman sitting on it opening a gap between them and the casters, time to strike. I attacked from behind one set of claws shredding the links of the Clerics armor and cutting into the skin and fat of her back while my off hand lightly slipped through the cloth robes of the Wizard to deliver it's own poisons. In this moment my guardian stood and strode forward drawing all six swords with a flourish making more than enough noise to mask my actions leaving the smoldering sorceress looking up at me in wide eyed fear.

The wizard merely fell to the ground stiff from the paralytics of my left hand, the Cleric however struggled to roll over on her back trying to chant healing spells to close the rents in her flesh. She gasped in pain looking up at me as a look of horror spread over her face when she realized her spells were not working as her mana fed something else instead of her divine magic. With so much mana at its disposal the process was unusually quick and her skin swiftly took on a pink hue as well as a glossy look as her arms and legs began to melt away. The Sorceress looked on in fear as her once fat companion shrank down until she was hidden within the lose remnants of her clothing and turning back to me screamed while an absolute torrent of fire poured forth from her hands bathing me in flames. Meanwhile the three women with blades danced.

The two guards had the advantage in skill but my guardian had reach and more arms than the two put together, what's more she was fighting defensively more to distract and contain than overpower and while the guardswomen would soon start to tire at the pace of combat the Emination knew no fatigue. The Captain stood her ground before the silver Samurai shield absorbing blow after blow from whirling katanas unable to retaliate with the shorter reach of her own blade. Her large compatriot however using her as cover moved back and forth whirling her own massive blade more than an equal in length to the silver swords able to strike back yet bit nothing but air deflected.

As the stalemate carried on I stood unharmed in the torrent of fire blessing the timely advancement in my defenses. I could have withstood the flames with my previous resistance but not for long without grievous injury. As it was I could play with my victim. Sinking to the ground as if gravely wounded I watched her stalk forward actually managing to double her efforts putting out a truly incredible amount of fire, the sand around me actually beginning to melt. Her hair and eyes didn't look like embers anymore, her hair now streamed out behind her looked like living fire and pools of the same shown from from her eye sockets. No longer screaming she growled out a arcane language I didn't recognize as she came closer and closer, ah hubris. I gasped out "Please" and she stepped up trying to pour fire directly down on my head. So heroic, but understandable having seen something she didn't understand happen to her fat friend. Well, I'd be sure to show her eventually.

I couldn't help laughing at the poor fool that had put herself well within my reach and she stopped her fires hearing the sound. She gasped in horror seeing me completely unharmed lying on my side and before she could try to use some other element that I wasn't immune to I snatched her up and stood holding her in my hands with her arms pinned. She struggled, more fires spewing from her hands which didn't harm either of us. Could she not use anything but fire? A Sorceress should have a full range of elemental attacks. If not that was a hell of a weakness for someone who was "elemental blooded" but being immune to your own elemental attacks was a nice perk. I wondered if with her as an example I could make elemental blooded children with the holy element to use as shields when confronting the Heroes of Light. But enough musing in combat... I slowly pressed the claws of my thumbs into her stomach as she started cursing at me "Do your worst to me monster. Strike me down and I will return with those that have the power to banish your ass to the Outer Darkness." She was immortal? Phoenix blood maybe, interesting. Unfortunately for her I had no intensions of killing her, oh no. Regardless the paralytics soon had her able to do nothing but glare, though she still spewed fire. Hmmm, she didn't need to move to cast fire? Another perk I guess, well putting her to sleep should stop the flames.

So just two left, and too focused on their fight with the silver giant to have noticed the fall of their companions. Sloppy. I reengaged stealth and walking forward waited until the Half-orc again moved behind her tanky friend. Striking forward everyone seemed to slow like pouring syrup for a moment. Damn that was one hell of a speed boost, oh right magnified by Pure land Dungeon of course... Wrapping my arms around from behind her I grasped her hands over the hilt of her sword and bit down into her neck. Many of my teeth dug into the metal of her armor unpleasantly but plenty of others found flesh and she yelled feeling my venom in her veins as I hauled her back away from the duel unable to fight against my strength as her consciousness faded. The Captain turned at the cry from the half-orc looking up at me in shock realizing she was the last one standing and the greater threat now stood before her. Give her credit she did not buckle in fear but moved to the side trying to put both of us behind her shield. It was tempting to take up the greatsword that was big enough I could actually wield it and join the fight, it was doubtful she would last long against my guardian alone at this point. Only I hadn't used any magic so far in this fight and wanted some xp for Priest as well. Plus I had a really amusing idea.

Having my Emination back off I cast a dark curse and grinning told her "I'd really take off your armor about now if I were you." She gasped at me in disbelief at first but then started to feel her chest heat up and her breastplate grow tight. "You, you bastard." she spat out and grimaced in pain as her armor flexed trying to contain her swelling breasts. Then she screamed as she dropped sword and shield to draw a knife and began frantically cutting straps on her armor in panic. One side of her breastplate gave way and swung out showing the new mass of titflesh swelling out the padding she wore under it. "Keep going" I told her "Remove everything or they keep growing." My girls came out of the bedroom at this point wanting to watch the humiliation. "Damn you to hell." Alanna cursed me but continued working on her straps, unbuckling them now properly. Soon she was down to a black padded shirt and pants her armor scattered on the ground with her weapons. "Everything" I told her again, gesturing with the giant blade still in my hand. "Completely naked or I'll burst the shirt off of you from the inside." Spitting more curses she stripped off her padded garments and her plain white panties to jeers from the spectating Succubi. She hadn't been wearing a bra under the padding, might not have felt she needed it if her tits had been small enough before my spell. Naked she was quite a sight, though heavily muscled her body still had a svelte beauty and thanks to my spell breasts bigger than her head now. Her blush standing before us in her skin was clear on her pale skin. "I will see you all dead. Dead you hear me!" She blustered angrily. "Not this day ****." I taunted her and with another spell she sank to the ground asleep.

I strode over to where the Cleric's equipment lay and rooted around inside her chainmail until I found my prize. I showed my girls the large pink onahole the Cleric had become. It still bore her cute facial features on a surprised looking face. The limbless body had shrunk to more pleasing proportions but had maintained her big fat tits and then shrunk further until the whole thing was only a little longer than my erect phallus. The best part she was fully conscious and aware of her surroundings, a living onahole and mana battery for my pleasure.