The Moon's Embrace

When I finally stepped through the gate into the garden of my Dungeon, I breathed a sigh of relief. The stat boost and the ritual felt like a warm breeze washing over me. Only now did I notice three middle-aged men that were currently tending the garden, cutting down the overgrowth and cleaning the stone paths through the flowerbeds. They had made significant progress in the short time I had been gone. I gave a friendly wave, which they returned with empty yet blissful smiles. I didn’t get a chance to wonder about why they were here and working so hard, because Azarath stepped out of the front doors. The stunning Succubus was wearing a skirt, an apron and nothing else. Her ample bosom was barely contained by the clothing and her back was entirely nude, in one hand she held a tray with three drinks. “Where are my strong men~”, she cooed and pretended to search for the gardeners. The men made themselves known by whistling and waving, to which the Succubus bounced over to them, “Here you go boys~”, she flirted openly by leaning forward as she served the drinks, “Thanks again for taking care of the garden for free. I don’t know what I’d do without you…”. She was good. “O-of course miss, call us anytime.”, one of them stammered. “Yes! Exactly! Whenever you need a couple of strong hands, let us know.”, another chimed in. Azarath blessed them with a wink, “I always have some use for strong hands~”, she teased before abruptly turning on her heels and returning to the doors where I was now waiting for her.

“Welcome back, my Lord.”, she greeted me with a subtle bow. “Thanks, Azarath. It came to be that my name in this form is Victor, a close friend of Percival. Adress me as such in front of guests and let the others know to follow suit.”, I explained. “Certainly, Victor. I will inform them at once.”, she acknowledged and then followed me inside. The inside was in even better condition than I had left it. Behind the bar was now a shelf with a wide variety of drinks as well as a few barrels of the simpler beverages. “Everything is ready as you ordered. I found a supplier for drinks who was… very willing to give us a tremendous discount.”, Azarath licked her lips as she said that which gave me a chuckle. It really was that easy sometimes. She continued, “Baelora has also found a few girls. I believe she is currently in the Dungeon with them and Cyrelia for a bit of training.”. This was incredible news. I had no doubt my temptresses would succeed, but for them to do it so quickly and completely was beyond my expectations. “It just so happens I also have some business in the Dungeon.”, I smiled as I dropped my humanoid disguise. I descended the stairs and passed through the Bathhouse, when a notification popped up.

You are in the domain of your own Dungeon!
You may use the High Level Dungeon Core to empower your Dungeon!
Do you wish to use the High Level Dungeon Core?
[Yes/No]

‘Do I?’, I chuckled inwardly, ‘Oh absolutely!’. I confirmed “Yes” and immediately a slight vibration shook the entire building.

High Level Dungeon Core consumed!
Dungeon upgraded!
Number of Imp minions increased!
Imps have been upgraded to Greater Imps!
2x Demonic Halberdier minions will now serve you!

An impressive array of upgrades. I continued further down through the empty Brothel towards the Dungeon. Outside the reinforced door leading to Cyrelia’s paradise of debauchery were two demons I assumed to be my new minions. Their scaled bodies were glowing in a fiery red from the inside, lighting up their scaled and horned bodies. Their faces were a permanent, lipless grin with glowing eyes that watched without ever blinking. The long polearms they held completed their quite identifiable look as the bodyguards of high-ranking demons. They both lowered their heads as I approached, “My Lord.”, their voices sounded like water hitting a hot stone. I scanned them with my God’s Eye. Both had the same stats, this was probably normal for minions, they only grew stronger alongside the dungeon, not individually.

Demonic Halberdier
Monster LVL 35
Skills: Polearm Wielding (advanced), Aura of Fire, Burning Gaze, Fury of the Defender

Their high level pleased me greatly. They were almost as strong as Magol, my new Mountain Orc ally, who was level 38. I gave them a short nod before passing through the door into the Dungeon, where clapping noises welcomed me.

The sight that greeted me was a blessing for my demonic senses. Five girls, all with varying features but undeniably all pretty, were strapped into a variety of bondage devices. Four of them were on the receiving end of a vigorous fucking from a small swarm of Greater Imps who were thrusting into their holes indiscriminately. Their expressions were of completely mindless pleasure, tongues hanging out of their mouth and eyes turning upwards. The fifth girl was currently being spit-roasted by both Baelora and Cyrelia, who were arguing about something. “You are so greedy! Why do you get all of them?”, Cyrelia complained and gave an extra rough thrust deep into the restrained girls pussy, who moaned into Baelora’s strap-on. “I found them, I lured them here, I did all the work. Most importantly however, our Lord said so!”, Baelora retorted. She then gently patted the girl’s cheek, “You’re doing great darling, let’s try for thirty seconds this time.”, she coaxed her prisoner before shoving the entire length of her strap-on down the girl’s throat.

“Hello girls!”, I greeted them, “It seems you're enjoying yourselves.”. Their heads spun around simultaneously, “Lord Percival!”, they rejoiced in unison. Immediately they pulled out of the girl, who sputtered and went limp in her bonds, weakened by the constant exertion of relentless fucking. Cyrelia reached me first, “My Lord, tell Baelora that she has to give me at least one of these sluts!”, she demanded. Baelora crossed her arms which pushed up her bountiful tits, “No way! I got them for the Brothel, just as you ordered, Lord. This lazy bitch can’t have them!”, she stated with a disdainful expression. ‘What a handful these two are.’, I shook my head. “Cyrelia,”, I stared my verdict at which both of them perked up, “you have to accept that Baelora collected these sluts at my direct order for a specific purpose. They will all leave the Dungeon after training and work the Brothel.”. Baelora laughed, “See that, you silly bimbo? I am doing the real work here; be happy about the scraps I leave for you.”. The taller Succubus stepped closer to the shorter Cyrelia and grinned down at her with satisfaction. Cyrelia’s lower lip was quivering, clearly, she was very unhappy with my decision, but that was about to change. “Baelora,”, my voice was sharp, “you need to learn to respect your sister more.”. The tall succubus looked towards me with confusion, “M-my Lord?”, she stammered. “You will let Cyrelia restrain you. She can do as she pleases with you for three hours before freeing you.”, I decreed. Baelora’s jaw fell open and a devious grin replaced the pout on Cyrelia’s pretty face, “You are so about to get fucked~”, she cooed and took the taller Succubus by the hand, dragging her away.

With expertly movements Cyrelia strapped Baelora into a bondage bench that left her helpless on all fours, held by straps around her wrists, elbows, thighs, ankles and waist. Baelora was about to complain but was quickly shut up with a ring-gag by Cyrelia, who was beaming with excitement. “What did you call me again? A silly bimbo? A lazy bitch?”, she recited the insults that had been launched at her. Baelora was furiously shaking her head, “Iwm sowwy”, she vowed, her speech jumbled by the gag. “Oh, I’m sure you are~”, the smaller Succubus grabbed a handful of her victim’s hair, “Wanna taste the pussy of one of your whores?”, she mocked, then she pushed the strap-on, still slick with the other girl’s juices, past Baelora’s protesting lips. I enjoyed the scene for a few minutes of rough face-fucking, then I moved to more important matters.