Preparing for business

I was itching to try out my new skill Lances of Midnight. My oath to conquer the darkness gave me insight as to where my future targets were located, however I was way too weak to take on any of the heavy hitters. I did however feel a slight tingle that indicated a dungeon near the city that I intended to raid soon. Couldn’t hurt to get some EXP and build a reputation as a qualified adventurer.

There were two points of business before that though. Firstly, I had to deal with the girl currently being fucked in my basement, preferably while she still had some brains left to salvage. Secondly, I had to put the final touches on my Dungeon so it would function well in my absence.

I instructed Azarath to find a supplier of food and drinks in the city for our Lounge, then went downstairs to meet Baelora. I gave her the task to find some girls to work for us in the brothel. My ability to summon Succubi was unfortunately limited to three and the demand for debauchery would soon far exceed the supply of beauties. Baelora gave me a devious smile, “Of course, my Lord. I will find only the most beautiful and obedient girls for you.”. I was sure she would, Succubi never had a hard time convincing normal mortals of pretty much anything. ‘So far, so good.’, I thought to myself as I swung open the door to the Sex Dungeon.

Immediately the sweet smell of continuous lovemaking hit my nose. Cyrelia stood in front of Illya, who was still locked inside the stocks, and held her hair as the restrained girl eagerly lapped at the Succubus’ pussy. The imps were clearly done with abusing Illya’s holes for the moment, as they were resting on the wide array of bondage-furniture surrounding the two women. A wide smile appeared on Cyrelia’s face as she noticed me approaching, “Oh, I’m glad you’re back! She is all obedient now, Lord, I think the little guys fucked all the resistance out of her. Almost forgot, her name is Illya, and she is an investigator for the city.”, she said these words with such an innocent joy that it was genuinely endearing. It sounded like she was convinced that something amazing had happened to the investigator. “Good work.”, I ruffled Cyrelia’s hair, who leaned into my hand in response, “I still have use for her however.”.

I applied the Mark of Submission on Illya, who could do nothing but moan weakly. I ran her through the basic commands about not revealing anything about myself or my dungeon, speaking positively about me and acting in my best interest. I added a rule to obey the three Succubi too, as long as their orders don’t conflict with mine. Then I released her from her bonds. “Aww, will you take my toy away, Lord?”, Cyrelia pouted, “We had so much fun ahead of us!”. I chuckled, “Don’t you worry my dear, there are plenty of visitors on the horizon. Trust in the work of your sisters upstairs and be ready to welcome guests here at any time.”, I lead Illya to the door, supporting her as her legs were shaky. I also picked up the pile of her clothes and equipment. Before we left, I turned to Cyrelia once again, “If you get bored, you can always entertain the imps.”, I winked. Her eyes widened as her gaze shifted between the imps surrounding her. The little devils slowly backed away from her, like one would step back from a wild animal. “Heyyy boooys, still got some energy left in ya?~”, Cyrelia cooed, I closed the door behind me.

Illya’s mind cleared up with every step we ascended. I noted her breathing becoming more stable and her legs shaking less by the time we had reached the Bathhouse. Eventually she gathered enough of her wits to mumble, “What… did you do to me?”. I stopped and turned to her, “I have placed a magical mark on your lovely womb that forces you to obey my orders for… well forever.”. She shook her head, clearly still dazed from the whole experience, “N-no, that’s not possible.”, she whispered. I rolled my eyes, “Get on your knees.”, I ordered, and her body immediately followed, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”, my second order was similarly obeyed without pause. I stood over the girl and let the tip of my cock rest on her tongue, “Lick it and thank me for it.”. I felt her warmth dancing over and around the tip of my dick, followed by a meek, “Thank you.”. She just knelt there, wide-eyed and confused. “I believe I’ve made my point.”, I grinned down at her.

I made her put on her clothes and ordered her to return to her regular duties as if nothing had happened. I also ordered her to use her position as an investigator to regularly inform me about the ongoings inside the city and inform me should anyone plan on moving against me. Then I let her go.

The next morning, I was visited by a very grumpy looking Captain Claire who handed me the official papers proving my legal ownership of the building my Dungeon was growing inside of. She looked like she hadn’t slept well and didn’t speak a word to me. I yearned to play with her, to torment her, but now was not the time for that. I let her go, knowing that the Mark of Submission would **** her to return every week anyways. “Aaah, done at last.”, I sighed as I leaned back in the comfortable armchair in the VIP Lounge. Azarath served me a drink with a smile and leaned down far more than necessary, showing me much of her enticing cleavage, “You have worked very hard, my Lord. You deserve I break. Why don’t you let me take care of you for a bit?”. She was glancing down at my cock openly without even blushing. “I do appreciate the offer, and I do deserve a break, but there are still things to be done.”, I politely declined. “Suit yourself.”, she smiled and left me with my drink, her behind swaying back and forth with every step. ‘Dammit, focus. You are about to fight not fuck.’, I scolded myself.