DM Harem Ch. 07 - A Master's Wrath

It had been several weeks since the fateful trip to Korin, and the Dungeon had fallen into a pretty good routine. Sprites bustled with activity in and around the Dungeon, ensuring the humans had full bellies and empty balls.

Training had resumed, Asmodean learning from his mistakes and introducing all manner of weapons into the training regime. He was a harsh taskmaster in the training hall, ensuring every session ended exhausted and bruised.

But he knew that he had only survived the fight at the Elarian's farm from a slight edge in training. With another Dungeon Master somewhere in the area, not to mention the powerful Virgin's of Venuk, he needed every edge he could get.

Besides, he made sure all were richly rewarded after every session, resulting in hours-long orgies that took up the majority of each day.

Ella turned out to be an excellent choice of wife. She dominated her father and brothers as eagerly as she did Kitty and the water sprites, and constantly used her wits to get what she wanted from Asmodean- which usually ended up being his seed in her womb.

The horny farmgirl was eager to be bred, begging her husband and Master to unload in her fertile snatch.

At first Asmodean was reluctant to have kids, but she broke him down. She was clear she was going to spend the rest of her life pregnant, and the idea that she was going to be his constant baby factory got him going.

Her brother and father were also thriving in Asmodean's Dungeon. Free from shame and surrounded by pussy, they became willing slaves- useful ones too. Davos turned out to be competent with a bow, and the boys took well to their war training.

The morning had started like it usually did, Asmodean waking up from a mouth wrapped around his magically enhanced cock.

He slept with his entire harem in a room sized bed he called the Sex Den- a windowless, musty room that constantly stank of flesh and sex.

Like everyone else, Asmodean would wake up horny several times during the night. There were always a few sprites awake, either back from patrol or their nightly chores. They'd hop over and immediately start pleasuring his hog. He'd unload, and fall back asleep satisfied.

In the morning his cock would wake him up, morning wood already being utilized. This morning Kitty was worshiping his steel. Admodean had magically enhanced his manhood, shaping it to resemble the OnlyFans creator's favorite dildo.

Now she was his monster girl, blue skinned with a long fleshy tail she often had stuffed in herself. Asmodean smiled down at the sight of his favorite whore, enjoying her blank expression of a mindless slut. He flexed in her mouth, and she whimpered with pleasure.

She started bobbing her head up and down, taking his monster deep. Spit flowed freely from her mouth as she impaled herself on him. Her nose was running, and eyes went cross-eyed each time his cock hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck." Asmodean grunted as Kitty took him to the hilt. He grabbed the back of her head, pinning her to him. It was a familiar game, seeing how long Kitty could go without breathing. He flexed his cock again, trying to make her gag. But Kitty was a pro, pushing her nose further into his pubes.

She looked up at him, a determined look in her eyes, but with a growing panic she couldn't breathe. He let the panic grow, her blue skin darkening as she willed herself not to pull back. He could see the secret pleasure in her expression as well. She was enjoying choking on a monster cock, even as she tried to pull back.

He held her to him just a bit longer, a moment to really put home who was in charge, before letting his whore pull off him. She gasped as she pulled off, heaving in precious oxygen.

A fat blob of spit drooled onto her tit as she recovered, and she spread it around to the other breast as Asmodean stared at her perky tits. She snorted, spitting snot and phlegm on her tits. She smiled sweetly at him, giving him a "yes-I-am-a-fucking-whore" look as she grabbed the base of his cock.

He was rock hard in her hands, his cock throbbing with intense need. She bit her lip at the dangerous gleam in his eye, she enjoyed taking her Master to the desperate edge.

She got up, squatting over his monster cock. She knew what he needed. She needed it too. His cock was slippery with her slobber, and she pressed the angry tip against the blue rosebud of her asshole.

She closed her eyes, pushing her body weight against his steel, and it slid in. Her mouth was open in an inaudible moan as she stretched over him. Asmodean grunted hungirly as she sank lower and lower. Her ass was vice tight, and hot. He could feel her squeezing her muscles inside him, and he flexed in response.

Kitty whimpered, the full feeling inside her bringing her to the edge.

Slowly she rose up, her eyebrows raising at the sensation. As quickly as she rose up, she sank back down, moaning slowly as she filled her ass with her Master's champion cock. Up, down, up, down.

Asmodean reached down and put his thumb against her clit, her pussy spread wide as she worked his cock deep into her ass. He could feel her squeeze against him as the touch sent electricity through her body.

She opened her eyes, giving him a feral look. Finding her sensitive button had unleashed something wild in her. She started bouncing faster on him, and he matched the speed with his attention on her clit.

Her ass accepted the whole thing now, her body easily sliding up and down around the massive cock. She nodded her head as her clit and ass screamed with pleasure. This was the way. This was the fucking way.

She impaled herself on his cock now, moaning louder and louder as she got closer and closer.

Without warning she flicked his hand away, her own fingers buzzing away at her clit as her entire body clenched around his rutting muscle.

"EEEEEEEEE!" She keened, as a massive wave of girl cum gushed from her gash, the clear fluid spraying everywhere as her ass and clit came at the same time.

"Oh fuck!" Asmodean grunted, propping himself up on his arms to get as close to the spray as possible. Nothing woke a man up like getting covered in pussy juice.

Kitty shook, her entire body spasming as she willed her squirting orgasm to keep going. She was an addict, always milking every orgasm to the literal last drop.

Finally she let out a massive moan of relief, catching herself with her arms to stop her from collapsing completely. She was out of breath, trying to recover, even as aftershocks of orgasms caused her to spasm more.

"Fuck thats so fucking hot." Ella said, rolling over to lick the juices from her husband's soaked chest, "I can't wait til my ass can take you."

Asmodean's cock was much too big for the farmgirls asshole, but Ella had been practicing diligently with her brothers to stretch her out. He'd watch as her brothers gangbang the thick redhead, his own cock abusing Kitty's asshole.

They'd take turns mounting their sister, a look of awed worship on their face as they pounded their Mistress' ass. Asmodean still found it amazing how quickly they had embraced being Ella's playthings- and how insatiable Ella was for hard incestuous cock.

He'd order them to take turns cumming in her ass, then send Kitty in to feast on the mess.

Asmodean flexed his cock in Kitty, getting excited at just how much of a depraved whore Kitty had devolved into. Waking him up by slobbering all over his cock, just to assfuck herself with his massive tool, making her squirt all over him.

If she wanted to be used like a whore, he'd use her as a whore.

He got up, forcing her off his cock. She moaned at the empty feeling, not that he'd let her be empty for long.

"Turn around." He ordered Ella, who quickly scampered to all fours, cunt and ass presented dutifully. Cruelly, he grabbed Kitty by the hair, pushing her face into his wifes ass.

"Eat, bitch." He ordered Kitty as he mounted the blue-skinned whore. Kitty devoured Ella, rimming her brown hole with no hesitation. Both women moaned as Kitty plunged her tongue into Ella's depths, wild-eyed as she feasted on the redhead's ass.

Asmodean grunted appreciatively at the sight, lining up his thick cock with the whore's ass. He thrust forward, sinking deep into Kitty's easy ass. The force pushed her face into Ella's ass, pushing the tongue deeper. All three of the moaned.

The others were waking now, and eagerly moved in to join. Miko shuffled up to his his sister and stuffed his morning wood into the redhead's mouth, muffling her moans.

A sprite squirmed under Kitty in a sixty-nine position, licking clit and sucking on Asmodean's balls as he pounded his monster girl's ass.

Two other sprites flanked Asmodean, presenting blue bimbo tits to their Master.

Asmodean fucked like a machine, the overwhelming amount of sex driving him mad with lust and power.

"ARRRGGHH!" He roared, savagely destroying Kitty's abused ass. But he didn't care, his cock was in control now, and it wouldn't stop until it had fully pleasured itself in his whore's gaping asshole.

Not that Kitty was complaining, her cunt was spraying more squirt with every thrust, her arms wrapped around Ella, hanging on for dear life as Asmodean used her like the piece of cumming meat that she was.

With a roar, Asmodean exploded into Kitty, a massive surge of cum blasted deep into her guts. He jerked a few more pumps of cum to thoroughly fill her ass, then pulled out, allowing more cum to cover her back and ass.

He always had massive loads, especially in the morning, and this one didn't disappoint. His cock was a firehose, launching hot white cum all the way to the back of Ella's head. Fat gloopy lines of his sauce covered both cumming women.

The sight of Master's cum triggered his slaves, who also started cumming. Miko was unloading all over Ella's face, liberally coating his sister with his own fat load. The sprites flanking Asmodean came just by seeing their Master orgasm, instinctively getting on their knees to get some of his spraying semen. Their faces got covered as Asmodean's massive balls emptied on his thrall.

With a last spurt, Asmodean fell back on the bed, gasping for air. He groaned as his cock reveled in pleasure. A sprite immediately took him in her mouth, cleaning his manhood as he recovered from his wake-up.

Asmodean let his cock be worshiped, not even acknowledging the slut throating his hog. He just groaned at the relief his balls felt. His slaves knew all too well to keep their Master constantly satisfied.

He looked at the mess he made of Kitty and Ella, seeing his sprites play with his morning load. One was rubbing her tits on Kitty's cummy back, then presented them for another sprite to suck on. Two were rimming Kitty's still gaping asshole, kissing each other as they spooned out fat globs of semen from her ass with their tongues. Another was rubbing her ass in Ella's face, giving Ella the same treatment given to Kitty.

Kitty herself was unconscious, the intense orgasms too much to handle. Asmodean often fucked her unconscious, every time feeling pride that he was able to so thoroughly dominate the petite girl. The fact that she would literally fuck until she dropped was one of the reasons she was his favorite.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" He moaned, the sight of his slaves playing with his mess bringing on another surprise orgasm.

"NNNNGGGHH!" He roared, pumping another load into the sucking sprites swallowing mouth. It was a smaller load than his first, but it still made the sprite gag. She forced herself to recover though, sucking down every drop of his precious load.

He pushed her off, and casually kicked her away, her usefulness gone. She rolled limply away, the cum affecting the sprite like hard drugs.

Asmodean laughed to himself, wondering how Harry- the man he was in the "real world" before teleporting to this one with the Soul Crystal- had managed to start each day without a perverted orgy.

What was the point of starting each day if you weren't able to immediately satisfy your darkest desires?

He got up, walking on the bed and past his cum frenzied slaves. He noticed Ella's other brothers and father had joined the mix, adding their own fresh cum to the party. He let them play, he was ready to get cleaned up, and maybe fuck Soula once she finished cleaning him.

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Lunch was just finishing up when he got the news. The humans ate at the table, a sprite under each servicing them while they ate.

Kitty was just about to make Asmodean cum when a sprite rushed into the room.

"Master, Master!" She exclaimed, breaking his concentration.

"What!?" He asked, annoyed.

"We found a satyr, sniffing around the river." She replied.

Asmodean considered finishing in Kitty's mouth first, but pushed her away as he got up from the chair. The others had paused their own sexual activities, all eyes on their Master to see how he would respond.

"Sprites, Davos, with me. The rest of you get ready and stay by the entrance in case I call for you. And someone bring me some clothes."

The room exploded with activity as Asmodean made to get ready. He had wondered when he'd hear from the other Dungeon Master. He didn't think he'd get so lucky as to have the Virgin's of Venuk destroy him.

And he had prepared for this moment.

Asmodean headed down to a recently created second entrance to his Dungeon. It opened to a small cliff in view of the river down below. The sheer size and slight rise made it impossible to get to from outside the Dungeon, and gave him a perfect lookout for miles.

He pulled out a small telescope he had crafted. The mana cost had been surprisingly high, burning days worth of mana in order to craft. The specifically shaped glass and metal casing must be difficult to source in this world- and that was reflected in the mana cost.

But he had it, and from his vantage could see all the way down to the river in good detail.

He gaze in his telescope to where he expected the satyr to be.

"There she is," he said, aiming at the beautiful creature sniffing around a small clearing in the trees.

"Damn, she's hot." Asmodean muttered, getting his first chance to appreciate her tall, statuesque form. The last time he saw satyrs he had spent most of his attention trying to keep his head attached to his body, but now he got a chance to get a good look at the monster girl.

She was totally nude, tan brown skin glistening in the sunlight. Small dark horns poked out from tangled brunette hair, framing a supermodel's face of big eyes and hard angles. Large breasts jutted proudly out, the skin lighter and capped by inviting brown nipples. She had a fleshy tail like Kitty's, brown where Kitty's was blue. Her long, toned legs ended in stiletto-like hooves.

Asmodean knew first-hand what an advantage those hooves gave. It gave the satyr's near-perfect balance.

"What's she doing?" Davos asked, crawling up beside him on the cliff, bow in hand.

"Exactly what I expected her to do." Asmodean responded, watching the satyr bend over to inspect the area.

From the book on Dungeon Master's he had received, he knew satyrs had an incredible sense of smell. So he had prepared the area with some supplies from the farm, supposedly "abandoned" in the clearing.

His plan had worked, it had drawn the scouting satyr to the area, which was being monitored by sprites 24/7.

"What do we do?" Davo's asked, as Asmodean ogled the bent over satyr. Truly an exquisite ass. He wouldn't mind adding satyrs to his harem.

"Hmm? Oh. Nothing." Asmodean said, and Davos gaped.

Asmodean smirked.

"The sprites will follow. My bet is she will use the river trail for most of her return trip. When she leaves the trail, we'll have a good idea where this other Dungeon is."

He nodded to a sprite, who rushed off to relay the orders. It was a risky plan, as it also revealed his Dungeon's location. Asmodean planned to deal with the other Dungeon Master before that information became relevant.

"Come on, we need to make our way down to the river." Asmodean said, crawling back down to the cave entrance. Davos followed silently.

An hour later his war party had arrived by the river. The satyr was long gone, his sprites following the scout back to her home. His remaining sprites were armed, along with Elarian men. He ordered them on the barge, wanting to get a head start.

The sprites were pushing him downriver, splashes of water zipping ahead of them as they relayed information from the following sprites.

A sprite materialized out of the water.

"You were right, Master, she took the easy trail for most of her trip. Half an hour by river."

"Excellent." Asmodean replied, hefting the sword he'd been training with for the past few weeks. Time to see if their training had paid off.

Asmodean closed his eyes, thinking. Storming the Dungeon outright was risky. His enemy would have home team advantage and negate Asmodean's element of surprise. An ambush around the Dungeon wouldn't work, the satyr's would likely smell the trap before they could pull it off. The river would mask the smell though.

"Is there a creek anywhere between us and them, that cuts along the river trail?" Asmodean asked the sprite.

She nodded. "Yes Master, in fact where she turned was a creek that looks to go up a mountain valley."

Much like the valley that leads to my Dungeon. I wonder what else is hiding in other mountain valleys. He thought. But this was good. The river would mask their scent from the keenest nose, and the sprites could remain invisible in the water. He just needed something to draw them out.

He looked to Ella, who looked back at him with a knowing smile. He had wanted her to stay, but she wasn't having any of it. Now she looked at him and she knew exactly what he was thinking. She was going to be bait.

"You and the brothers." He told her. "We'll make it look like the barge crashed."

Ella nodded.

"A half naked teen will certainly catch their attention," she said, already pulling off her top, "and with my brothers armed, they'll likely just bring the entire Dungeon out to overwhelm us."

"And we'll surround them." Asmodean agreed. "By the time they realize they're up against more than a pretty girl with her tits out, it'll already be over."

"You think I'm pretty?" She asked sweetly, pushing her breasts together and leaning forward.

"Very." He replied, reaching out to squeeze a considerable handful.

Ella bit her lip.

"She did say it would be another half an hour."

Asmodean laughed richly as she reached down to his groin. The barge was large enough for the five men, Kitty and Ella, but it wasn't big enough to lay her out and give her the business.

She had other plans though, sinking to her knees in front of Asmodean, inches from his rapidly tenting pants.

"You fight better when your balls are empty." She said, pulling his pants down. His fat tool popped out, bouncing in front of her face.

"You're right." Asmodean said with a moan, feeling Ella's tongue run from balls to tip.

He looked to the others on the barge, each of them touching themselves, watching intently as their Mistress and Master get it on.

Ella grabbed the base of his shaft and stroked his cock fully awake. Asmodean widened his stance, making sure he was stable despite the rocking barge.

Ella licked up the shaft, swirling her tongue around the head, and engulfed his manhood.

"Mmmm" Asmodean moaned as he looked down at his wife. She looked so good with his cock stretching out her cheek. She cupped his balls as she slid the tip along the wall of her cheek until his dick popped out of her mouth. Then she licked and did the whole thing again.

She went down on him, deeply, letting spit drool out onto her tits. The others were all masturbating intensely now, transfixed on the pornographic sight in front of them.

The wind felt cool on his slick dick when it popped out of Ella's mouth, contrasting nicely with how wet and warm her mouth was. Thick tendrils of saliva hung from his member as she stroked him, her hungry green eyes looking at him like she was going to devour him.

She pushed up her chest, bringing his drool covered cock down. Those tits were the reason they were in this situation, and she painted her spit over each breast, using his cock like a brush.

As his cock dried out, she put it back in her mouth, driving it down her throat until she gagged. Then she'd pull out, and continue painting her tits with her throat-juice.

She went down one final time, holding him deep even after gagging, her eyes watering with the effort.

She pulled out with a gasp, his cock dripping, and she spit the phlegm between her breasts. She lined up his meat, and enclosing her tits around his rutting member.

"Good girl." Asmodean rewarded her as he started pumping his wet cock between her slick tits.

Asmodean smiled at the sight they must have made to any potential passerby as he publicly fucked his wifes tits. He wasn't worried, traffic along the river was rare, but the danger of being outside his Dungeon made the sex more thrilling.

Precum flowed freely as he pumped his massive cock between her slick tits, helping lube their naughty act. Ella lowered her head and opened her mouth, taking the tip with each thrust. She closed her eyes and moaned, savoring the bitter, salty taste leaking from his tip.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, the taste of precum triggering the cumslut inside her. She had a long-standing fetish for cum, spending most of her days dutifully draining her brothers before Asmodean had saved them from the very Dungeon Master they were about to attack.

He smiled cruelly at the bestial expression on her face, saw how even just a taste of his bitter precum was enough to turn her brain off. It was an amazing skill for the intelligent, confident woman to transform into a submissive, brainless suckslut.

He picked up the pace, the hazy look in her eyes exciting him. He dominated his wife's mind so thoroughly that he could turn her into fuckmeat at the flip of a switch.

She looked at him with an eager need to be dominated, to prove no violation was off the table. It was a familiar sight to the Dungeon Master, surrounded by a harem whose very existence was rooted in serving his every pleasure. But this was more, this was a normal girl- a slut in her own right, sure- that he had made into an unrepentant fucktoy.

Ella crammed her hand into her mouth, crudely pushing to the back of her throat to gag herself. She spit the result onto her tits, keeping her big tits wet for his jackhammer cock.

"You fucking whore." He muttered as he pleasured his cock on his beautiful, incredible, dumb slut of a wife. "You fucking whore."

She nodded at the abuse, eyes begging him to use her like the whore she was. To use her in public. To violate her for fun, just to pass the time.

"Fuck... Fuck... I'm cumming!" Asmodean said, as Ella replaced her tits with her hands and mouth.

She worked quickly, bobbing her head in time with stroking hands to finish her husband and Master. Asmodean grunted, grabbing her hair and pulling roughly as she fucked her face for the salty reward she craved.

"NNNNGHHHH!" He moaned, entire body flexing as a massive rope of cum exploded from his massive tool. Ella moaned with ecstasy at the overpowering flavor. She swallowed quickly, knowing the thick quantities of semen her husband produced with every load. She wanted every drop.

Even with swallowing, the sheer amount of hot white cum exploding in her mouth threatened to overwhelm her. His seed drooled out the side of her mouth, but she just kept swallowing, mechanically willing the contents of his balls into her stomach.

Not that Asmodean gave her any choice. Strong hands gripped her by the hair, pinning her in place. He was in full control as he rewarded his wife with a massive load. He wasn't going to let go until he had pumped every ounce of pleasure into her whore mouth.

At length he jerked a few final times in her mouth, before pushing her off with a satisfied sigh.

Coming back to his senses, he realized he was surrounded by slaves desperate for permission to cum. The boys stroked quickly, unable to hold on much longer, the sight of their sister swallowing making them want to pump their own loads into her mouth.

And he could see the cumslut was still very much in control of his wife. She looked hungrily at her father and brothers, lusting for the cocks she had grown up sucking.

But she still asked for Asmodean's permission, looking at him with an expression of desperation. Asmodean smiled, graciously nodding his head to let his slut wife suck down hot incest cum.

She scrambled over on all fours to them, taking cocks in hand and mouth. Within minutes she was swallowing four more hearty loads.

She took down her fathers load last, collapsing back onto the floor of the barge with a large burp. She giggled, eyes droopy. She looked high.

Cum drunk. Asmodean thought, as a sprite materialized out of the water.

"Master, we are nearly there." The sprite said quietly.

Asmodean motioned for silence as the barge started towards the edge of the river. He spared one more look at his slut wife, red hair tousled, tits glistening in the sunlight. He smiled at her, Asmodean enjoyed spoiling his cumslut. He could see she was trying to wake herself out of the daze, but the slut inside her was riding high on a gallon of cum. She wouldn't snap out of it for a while, especially since she hadn't been properly dicked down and made to cum.

But it was too late for that. He wasn't sure how this would affect the plan, but Asmodean figured a slutty teen with her tits out would be irresistible bait for any Dungeon Master. He hadn't been able to resist, after all.

He motioned everyone to get in position. The sprites flashed as waves in the water, lining up against the edge of the river, while others ripped up the creek to wait. Asmodean and Davos found a spot along the river, crouching behind a boulder.

Miko brought Ella up the river bank, cornering the creek where it connected to the river. The brother had to strong arm the busty redhead, who stumbled drunkenly, reaching for his cock despite the danger. Miko swatted her away, Ella giggling stupidly.

Miko rolled his eyes as he pushed Ella to the ground, making sure his axe was free in his hand. Jonas and Tran pushed the barge onto the rocks making it look like they had crashed, and were pretending to push the barge free.

Now we wait, Asmodean thought, seeing everything was in place. He could see Ella pouting that Miko was denying her more sex. Apparently she had given up trying to snap out of her horny stupor, hand between her legs to relieve insatiable need.

It was quiet, the only sounds the overloud shouts from Jonas and Tran to get the barge free.

It was quiet for a long time, with no sign Asmodean's gambit would pay off. Asmodean was restless, adrenaline coursing through him. But he forced himself to calm, breathing deeply. He wouldn't allow his nerves to put the ambush at risk.

Nearly an hour passed, and Asmodean was almost ready to throw in the towel and make a drive towards the enemy Dungeon with a direct attack. He was just about to get up when he heard the crack of a branch upstream.

He froze, ears straining, eyes snapping to Davos. The farmer had bow in hand, his expression confirming he had also heard the sound. Asmodean nodded to the man, making sure he was ready.

Asmodean gingerly peaked around the boulder, scanning for the source. Before long he saw what he was looking for- a beast of a man carelessly making his way along the creek.

He was huge, with long silver hair and orange glowing eyes. He looked like a monster, but Asmodean was sure he was the Dungeon Master, one who had used his Soul Crystal to modify his appearance. Asmodean had done the same, bulking his body with chad-hard muscles, but this guy had taken it much further.

At his side was a tall, lithe woman with silver skin. Long thin legs ran all the way up, each step graceful and precise- a deadly ballerina with tightly braided purple hair. Large, upturned purple eyes denoted Asian heritage. Asmodean was sure this was the Dungeon Master's chosen monster- like his Kitty.

Asmodean looked over to Kitty, crouched along the riverbank. Her entire body was coiled and tense, tail swishing lightly like a cat ready to pounce. She had been dismayed that she hadn't been able to join in Ella's fun, but Asmodean needed her sharp.

He could see Ella trembling from here. The foggy haze of sexual overload had lifted, and her rational mind did not enjoy being naked bait for a dangerous enemy.

"Ella Elarian!" Boomed the Dungeon Master. "What a wonderful surprise."

Jonas and Tran ran up to join Ella and Miko, weapons drawn. The Dungeon Master didn't skip a step, confident against the former farmers. Satyrs surged forward, surrounding the four humans against the creek and river.

"How surprising they escaped the Dungeon Master that 'saved' them." The monster girl said, Asmodean noticing her long, delicate ears. Elven perhaps?

"To think these four escaped the Dungeon Master that interrupted my plans," the elfs Master said, "and remain unclaimed by the Virgin's."

He shook his head, laughing. "And to show up on my doorstep. Boat troubles? Lady Ianna truly smiles on me this day."

"They must have crashed from the sluts' distraction," said one of the satyrs, "I can smell the cum on her breath from here."

The Dungeon Master roared with laughter.

"Off to Rurikstead then? Let me guess, the Virgin's wanted nothing to do with you once they found out you had been fucking your family. The Virgin's of Venuk have no need of loose incest cunt!"

He sneered.

"But I could find a use for you."

Ella brought herself up, looking like a queen despite the obvious signs of sex still plastered on her face. She spit on the floor.

The Dungeon Master gave her an evil grin. "You like to spit, eh? I'll make you spit, bitch. You'll fucking choke on what I'm going to give you."

Asmodean was letting things play out as long as possible. What little information this Dungeon Master was offering could prove useful. He seemed awfully familiar with the Virgin's of Venuk, referring to them with a surprising casualness. Given how effective the Virgin's were at destroying Dungeon Masters, things did not add up.

The Dungeon Master turned to his monsters. Asmodean raised his hand to Davos to get ready. Davos had an arrow knocked, despite trembling in fear for his family.

"Girls, kill the boys, and bring me this fresh bitch."

Asmodean gave the signal, and Davos rose from his spot, already pulling back the string of his bow.

"Master!" Screamed the silver elf, head whipping to the rock Davos was attacking from.

How sharp her hearing must be! Asmodean thought. But no time for that now. He launched himself from his position as Davos let the arrow fly.

Davos was a competent bowman, and the arrow found its mark. The elves' scream had given the Dungeon Master just enough time to turn away from a killing blow, the arrow hitting just high and wide from his heart.

He roared with pain and anger, roars magnified by water sprites materializing out of the water. The ambush was sprung.

Chaos ensued.

Asmodean was already chanting his water vice spell, aiming at the Dungeon Master. Based on his monsters, Asmodean knew he was up against a Dungeon Master of Life Magic. He needed to kill him quickly.

"Water's crushing weight surround, feel the grasp of Lord Enki squeeze!" Asmodean cried as he charged towards the enemy.

Despite the arrow, the Dungeon Master was already chanting his own spell.

"Life energizes and enervates, let the grace of Lady Ianna empower!"

The vice enclosed around the Dungeon Master. A ball of water with impossibly high pressure entombed Asmodean's enemy. He felt a thrill of excitement that he had scored a hit with his most powerful spell. Anything caught in the water vice would be crushed mercilessly.

Except for this Dungeon Master, apparently.

Asmodean could see inside the vice, the look of concentration and strain of a very alive Dungeon Master.

He thought back to the book on Dungeon Masters he had procured. Of course, he had cast a spell of strength! Asmodean had read about the spells available, but was impressed at just how strong the spell made his enemy. The fact it could counter his water vice made him doubly dangerous.

The vice weakened, then collapsed in a great splash of water. The Dungeon Master also collapsed onto his knees, the vice neutralizing his own enhanced strength. The arrow in his shoulder wasn't doing any favors either.

Asmodean chanted again, eager to finish the Dungeon Master off.

"Water's crushing weight surround, feel the grasp of Lord Enki squeeze!"

But his enemy was ready for it, jumping to the side and rolling into a crouch. He gasped in pain as the arrow broke in the fall.

"Blossom and regrow with life, let the vitality of Lord Dumazid heal!" The Dungeon Master said, sighing with relief as the arrow wound healed instantly.

Shit. Asmodean cursed. So much for killing Dungeon Master quickly. He was losing his advantage each second the fight went on.

He tried scanning the battlefield, trying to get a sense of who was winning, but he didn't have time. Not that he'd make much sense of it anyways, the clearing was a cacophony of violence as monsters and humans battled in a confused brawl.

The Dungeon Master was charging Asmodean, running at impossible speed. Asmodean cursed again. While Asmodean was trying to survey the battle, his enemy had recast the spell of strength.

"Waters gush and flow, let the force of Lord Enki sweep!" Asmodean rattled off as the Dungeon Master jumped to crush him.

A geyser of water exploded out of Asmodean's mouth, pointing at the Dungeon Master's chest. He canted backwards in midair, the force of gushing water overwhelming.

The Dungeon Master hit the ground with a grunt, already getting up. Asmodean pointed the spray at him, but the Dungeon Master braced against it and held against the geyser with sheer force of strength.

The water stopped, and the Dungeon Master charged again.

Shit he's quick!

Asmodean swung his sword crudely at the charging Dungeon Master. He had been practicing with it for weeks, and felt like he was getting the hang of the basics. But this was not a graceful strike, more a terrified swing of a baseball bat.

It was enough though, steel slicing through the arm reaching out to punch him. The Dungeon Master screamed as the forearm sailed off his body in an arc, blood spraying wildly.

The Dungeon Master jumped back, impossibly far. The strength spell really wasn't anything to sneeze at. He clutched at the stump of his arm, pain roiling throughout his body.

Fool didn't even take the time to get a good look at his opponent. Asmodean thought. It's not like he had been hiding the sword.

Asmodean was about to chant for another water vice when something hit him from behind. He barely caught himself, turning and swinging blindly with his sword.

He saw it was the elf girl, bending backwards to avoid the sword and using the momentum to do a perfectly formed backwards cartwheel.

"Master will destroy you!" The elf spit as she dissolved into a black cloud. The cloud rushed behind Asmodean, who barely turned in time to avoid a strike from the rematerialized elf.

Kitty was on her though, pouncing at the elf like an animal on the hunt.

"Sorry Master!" Kitty called as she sliced with two knives at the other monster girl. "She cheats!"

But Asmodean was already scanning for the real enemy- this fight would be over once one of the Dungeon Masters were dead.

He found the other Dungeon Master, holding his injured arm. To Asmodean's surprise, the arm was growing back. It looked like a painful process, but the healing spell was re-limbing him.

He noticed Asmodean, and started running. Not at him, but to the side, keeping fighting monsters between them.

Clever, can't hit him if there's something in the way. Asmodean thought.

But not clever enough, as he ran right into a sword swinging sprite. He weaved and dodged, kicking her back with violent force. But another two sprites were already on him. It was taking his all not to lose another limb.

Asmodean looked around. There were more dead satyrs than sprites. A lot more. The ambush was working after all.

Asmodean approached the surrounded Dungeon Master, back to back with his teleporting elf monster.

"It's over." Asmodean said.

The Dungeon Master had come unarmed, overconfident in his own territory. His sprites had weapons, but he hadn't expected to get his own hands dirty. He certainly hadn't expected getting his hand cut off.

"Nothing is over!" He screamed, voice cracking. "I am King Rampage, Master of the Mountain!"

And Asmodean thought the name he had chosen for himself had been a bit much.

"And you've been beaten by Asmodean, Master of the River." Asmodean quipped back.

Rampage shifted eyes back and forth, looking like a caged animal. But he could see that he was lost.

"Zuki, kill the girl!" He screamed in one last desperate act of defiance. The elf vanished in her black cloud, streaming towards Ella as Rampage charged for Asmodean.

"No!" Asmodean roared, retreating from the desperate flurry of overpowered punches.

Zuki materialized behind Ella at the same time Kitty reached her. At the same time Asmodean made another brutal swing of the sword, finding purchase in the same arm just grown back.

The Dungeon Master made to chant the healing spell, but Asmodean's water vice was already around him, encasing Rampage in water.

The strength spell still held, but Asmodean wasn't counting on beating him with strength. The healing spell had been denied, and the water helped the flowing blood escape Rampage's body.

The transparent ball of water turned red with blood as Rampage's wound poured from his severed arm.

He could see the fear in the glowing orange eyes, before the entire ball of water became a solid red ball of blood. Before long he heard the familiar crunch as the water crushed Rampage's already dead body.

The vice collapsed in a red splash, the Dungeon Master's broken broken body unceremoniously sprawling on the ground.

But Asmodean only had eyes for Ella.

She was on the ground, blood pouring from her neck, propped up by Kitty.

"I'm sorry Master! I didn't get here in time." Kitty wailed.

Asmodean sunk to his knees, checking Ella. Kitty was holding the gash in her neck, but blood was still streaming from the wound. She wasn't going to last long.

Asmodean looked around helplessly, trying to figure out what to do.

"You... have his power now... dummy..." Ella said weakly.

Asmodean gaped, then ripped open his shirt to reveal his chest. Beside the water glyph was a new symbol.

"Shit you're right." He told her, realizing he didn't have much time to lose. What was that healing spell Rampage had used.

"Blossom and something about life, let Lord Dumahead heal?" He said, trying to recall the exact phrase.

"Blossom and regrow with life, let the vitality of Lord Dumazid heal!" Kitty said, correcting him.

Asmodean gaped at Kitty.

"I've been reading the books you got from Korin with Ella. Hurry!" Kitty said.

"Right." Asmodean said, placing his hands on Ella. "Blossom and regrow with life, let the vitality of Lord Dumazid heal!"

Ella's eyes went wide with a gasp, a rush of magic as the wound closed immediately.

She sighed, breathing deeply, eyes closed as she collected herself.

"Ella... are you OK?" Asmodean asked.

"It's a good thing you're surrounded by intelligent women." Ella said, eyes still closed. "That nearly cost me."

"And cost me too." Asmdoean agreed. He grunted, sitting on the ground with a heavy sigh. The battle, the close call with Ella. He had been victorious, but barely so.

He took stock of the situation. Several sprites were dead, but compared to the satyrs they had done extremely well. He could bring the sprites back with the Soul Crystal back at the Dungeon. And spawn his own satyrs, now that he thought about it.

Jonas was wounded, nothing the healing spell couldn't take care of, and after a short break Asmodean got up.

"What do we do now?" Kitty asked.

"May as well check out the Dungeon. See if there's any provisions we can take." Asmodean responded.