Dungeon Master Ch. 08 - Victory Lap

Asmodean and his slaves were back on the barge, heading upriver towards home. The Dungeon had been a bust. It was evident Rampage had spent months building a complicated labyrinth to make intruders confused and lost. He expected there was some shortcut that allowed for easy access to the Dungeon proper, but it wasn't worth the effort to find it.

He had dumped Rampage's body in his Dungeon. He had intended to haul up the satyr's bodies too, but found they collapsed into dust. Without Rampage, there was no Soul Crystal, without the Crystal, the monsters faded to dust.

Mainly he was concerned with not leaving evidence of a Dungeon Master battle along the river, but after a quick cleanup there was nothing left but to return home.

Everyone was in good cheer, despite the close call with Ella. As Asmodean thought about it, things had gone as well as expected. He had defeated a Dungeon Master and taken his power, and hadn't lost anything in return.

Soula jumped into a hug as soon as they returned home. The manifestation of his Soul Crystal couldn't leave the Dungeon, and the naked blonde clinging to him was a welcome feeling.

"My conquering hero!" Soula exclaimed before planting a kiss on Asmodean's lips. Asmodean returned the kiss enthusiastically, a hunger to celebrate growing in his loins.

They were only at the entrance of the Dungeon, but Ella had her father- and one of her brothers- pinned against the wall already, the wild look in her eyes of a slut that needed a proper fucking. It was obvious the need to celebrate was on her mind too.

"Sex Den." Asmodean ordered. The filthy bedroom stinking of sex and fluids was the proper place to have a wild, nasty orgy. He was in a savage mood, the exhilaration of battle and the thrill of victory making him rock hard.

Ella nodded, grabbing her incest fucktoys by their cocks and pulling them towards the Sex Den. Asmodean tossed Soula over his shoulder, easily handling the naked blonde.

The musty smell of the Sex Den hit him like a brick. The familiar smell was comforting and invigorating, a feeling shared by his harem. Sprites and humans alike moaned with anticipation, rushing into the dark, filthy room. This place had only one purpose, and they were here for that purpose.

He threw Soula on the bed, the blonde squealing with excitement. She scrambled onto elbows and knees, arching her back and pushing her ass in the air. Neither of them were interested in foreplay or sexy games. He was going to fuck her. She was going to get fucked. Her submissive, eager look begged for cock, begged for a conquering hero to rape and pillage her tender body. Soula's eyes were desperate for him to conquer her totally.

Asmodean ripped his pants off. The Life Magic Asmodean had gain granted a passive buff to strength, and the increased power he felt was exhilarating. He roared, Master of his Domain.

His cock sprang free, rock hard and already dripping with precum. His veiny monster strained and flexed, he could barely handle how horny he was.

But his eyes were fixed only on the wet cunt presented before him. Could see Soula straining as well, her pussy drooling with desire.

Asmodean got on the bed, towering over hungry, dripping cunt. He wasted no time lining his cock up with her willing gash. He could feel the heat of her pussy, a shock of electricity bolted through both of them as he pressed his sensitive head against her equally sensitive labia.

Unable to resist, Asmodean plunged in, sinking into her depths in one slow, smooth motion. Both moaned with relief, finally feeling the pleasure their bodies craved. Soula took him easily despite his size, eyes going wide as he stretched inside her. She gripped the fur blanket she was on with a white-iron grip, her entire world reduced to the feeling of her Master's cock stretching her depths.

Asmodean started thrusting with precision and power, expertly working his hips to exact every inch of pleasure. Soula could only hold fast and take it as Asmodean went to work on her, short stunned gasps moaning with every thrust as her tongue lolled. Soula's entire body was his to use, all thought short-circuiting from his expert domination.

Her orgasm came hard and fast, confused moans as her body couldn't handle the level of pleasure he was making her feel.

But Asmodean didn't care, he kept fucking, not relenting for a second. He was in control. Her cunt was made for his pleasure. He slammed his cock home with wild abandon, a conquering hero who took everything he wanted.

Soula wailed with wild abandon, screaming as Asmodean took full advantage. Her body shuddered and bucked, but Master's strong hands kept her in place, his massive muscles keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

Asmodean could feel his balls swell, heavy with cum. He was fucking with full power, nuts slapping noisily against Soula's clit, juices dripping wetly with each powerful thrust.

Asmodean grunted with every thrust, total focus on pleasuring his beast. He could feel the cum boiling inside his balls. It wouldn't last much longer.

"Im... gonna..." He muttered as he closed his eyes, steel piston somehow getting harder inside her. Soula moaned unintelligibly, reduced to rubble by her Master's unrelenting punishment.

"Yesss... Yessss.. YESSSAAARRRGGHHH!" Asmodean roared as his cock exploded. He drove to the hilt inside her as a massive surge of cum filled her willing cunt. Another wave of orgasm's spasmed through Soula's body, the blonde overwhelmed by the feeling of a throbbing cock cumming deep inside her.

Asmodean kept her pinned to him, ensuring his dick didn't slip out as Soula bucked her orgasm. He wasn't going to let her move until he allowed it. He roared as his he came, intimately aware of each wave of cum drenching her womb, gloriously flooding his woman. He was a Dungeon Master, blasting pure mana straight into his Soul Crystal's greedy snatch.

Her cunt started overflowing, a monumental amount of cum flooding her womb and overflowing. Asmodean came like a God, thick spurts of cum ejecting messily from Soula even as Asmodean blasted even more inside. He laughed maniacally as he emptied his balls in Soula. This is what she was here for. She existed to have her cunt filled by her Master. Both were in heaven.

With a final jerk, Asmodean let her Soula slip off. She had lost control of her body long ago, collapsing onto the bed. She breathed heavily as aftershocks of orgasms rippled through her body. A messy pulse of cum spurt out of her ruined pussy, a thick river pulsing out with every breath. Soula continued spasming with orgasm after orgasm, lying in a growing pool of her Master's glory.

Not that Asmodean noticed, he already had his attention on two sprites nearby. His greedy cock was still hard with lust. The two had been lezzing out as they watched their Master fuck. He didn't spare a thought for Soula, even as other sprites started crawling over her to eat the mess of cum straight out of her cunt.

The sprites squealed with joy as Asmodean pulled them both over, easily handling them with his enhanced strength. His cock was hard with victory, and he was ready to plunder.

He slapped the naked blue flesh of the sprite's ass, a tinge of purple coloring where he hit. He grabbed the hair of one, violently pulling her back, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. With his free hand he groped cruelly at her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching the nipples. The sprite wailed a confused moan, the pain of Asmodean's treatment warring with the pleasure of receiving her Master's attention.

Asmodean had created his bimbo water sprites in a lust-frenzied orgy. They existed solely for his pleasure, and with the power of the Soul Crystal could heal injured sprites and bring dead ones back to life.

It meant he could be as rough as he wanted with his sprites.

He was rarely cruel to his pets, naturally wanting to give pleasure as much as receive, but there was a violent energy in the air. The mad brawl against Rampage, the increased strength he felt, the risk to his wife- He needed to work out the messy mix of emotions he felt, and his sprites were there to have those feelings taken out on them.

He wasn't the only one. Ella was riding one of her brothers, as she repeatedly slapped her father in the face. Ella was strong, her father looking stunned, already bruised with a bead of blood running down his nose.

"Ella!" Asmodean commanded.

Ella looked back at him, a cruel glint in her eyes, a desire to inflict pain. She smiled wickedly at her husband, sliding up and down her brother's long shaft. Asmodean may be the ultimate authority in the Dungeon, but the Elarian men were thoroughly enslaved to the Mistress of the Dungeon.

Still, he couldn't bring humans back from the dead. Only constructs of the Soul Crystal.

"If you need to beat something, use one of the water sprites. I don't want you killing your family."

She grimaced, her violence needing an outlet. With an angry eyes she swung her hand to her fathers face, stopping at the last second. He flinched, and she laughed, stroking his cheek gently, teasing the poor man.

She turned back to Asmodean, never breaking the rhythm she had grinding on her brother's pole.

"You'll have to make me some boy monsters." Ella said, "I want to hurt something with a cock."

Asmodean grunted, he had never considered making male monsters before. He wasn't against the idea, just never thought of it.

"I'll see what I can do. For now though-" He snapped and pointed at a water sprite at random, "use her."

"Yes, husband." Ella said obediently as the sprite scrambled to present herself for a beating. The sprite had an awed look on her face, Asmodean could feel through the Soul Crystal the pure joy the sprite felt being singled out.

Ella licked her lips, grinding on cock as she sized up her willing victim.

Asmodean turned to his own sprites, yanking hard on the rope of hair he still had firmly in hand. The sprite yelped, her head pulled back as far as it could go, her tits thrust out as a result. There was pure joy in the sprite's eyes, a desperate need to be used by her Master.

"Mmmm..." Asmodean said, ogling the bimbo sluts chest. What a stunning specimen, blue skin with darker blue nipples. Large, round, pert breasts, with fat suckable nipples. His eyes flared with excitement.

Without warning he slapped the perfect flesh. Hard. The sprite squealed in both pain, and relief. Asmodean felt a flare of pleasure from his cruelty. The power he felt was overpowering.

"Did that hurt?" Asmodean asked, whispering in her ear as he lightly drew his fingertips along her skin. The sprite whimpered from the contrast.

"Ye- Yes." The sprite said, eyes closed, still pinned by her hair.

"Do you want me to stop?" Asmodean asked, licking her ear.

"Hhhhaaaa... No!" The sprite replied, fully enthralled by her Master's domination.

Another hard slap, this time on the other breast. The sprite screamed.

Her screams were echoed by Ella's sprite, receiving her own cruel punishment by the Mistress of the Dungeon.

Asmodean felt his cock strain at the sound, his thick muscle flexing painfully. Both he and Ella were drunk with power, the thrill of victory inciting them to abuse that power.

He aimed his cock at the sprite under him, pressing against the tight rosebud of her asshole. He thrust forward cruelly, not giving her the opportunity to get used to his size. She screamed in pain, and Asmodean laughed with power. He drove his cock as deep as it could go, flexing hard as he overpowered the sprite. He needed to hear the bitch squeal.

She tried to get away, but Asmodean's hulking muscles so thoroughly dominated the sprite that all she could do was scrape at the bed with her hands. It sent a thrill through Asmodean that he was so easily able to overpower the bimbo slut.

Just as quickly as the sprite tried to flee, she settled, pushing her ass back against the unstoppable invader, fully accepting her fate and Master's will.

Asmodean let out a deep, rich chuckle as he turned his attention back to the sprite in his arms. He could see the deep lust, the sprite reflecting the manic hunger her Master felt. She was being useful to her Master, and it was her everything.

He trailed his finger down the length of her body, lightly. She quivered, the anticipation of pain confused by the gentle caress.

Asmodean relished the feeling of her naked skin, goosebumps betraying how sensitive she was to his touch. Her entire mind, body, and soul was dedicated to every micromovement of her Master.

He felt between her legs. She was dripping with anticipation, her juices running freely down her thighs.

In one rough motion, Asmodean palmed her cunt with a slap, rubbing his hand in her juices. She squealed with shock, her sensitive parts jolted by the sudden rough treatment.

Hand covered in girl juice, he raised his arm and in one swift motion started palming her face, rubbing her wet desire into her skin. He washed her face in her own filth, the sprite moaning from the shock and awe.

Satisfied, Asmodean brought his hand away to inspect his handiwork.

Her face was glistening, her eyes dopey and lidded, mouth slack. Asmodean grunted appreciatively at the sight. Her brain had turned off, his cruel treatment hypnotizing her into a state of total submission.

He brought his fingers to her mouth, making as if to let her lick the remaining taste of her cunt off his fingers. She stretched out her tongue to collect her reward, but Asmdoean kept his fingers just out of reach.

She whimpered dumbly, the exact response Asmodean wanted to see from his slave.

Without warning, Asmodean drove his fingers into her mouth. If the bitch wanted a taste, he'd give her a taste.

Her eyes went wide, a squeal cut off into a sick gurgle as Asmodean drove his hand as far down her throat as he could reach.

She gagged, violently, and Asmodean pulled out, collecting a thick rope of slippery throat juice. He wasted no time rubbing it into her face as well.

As quickly as he rubbed it in her face, he drove his hand back down her throat to collect more. She was expecting it this time, forcing her mouth open and relaxing her throat to allow her Master to abuse her fully.

Asmodean still made the bitch gag, though. A sick wet cough of a gag, her head instinctively turning away to expel the invader. But she couldn't, Asmodean still with an iron grip on hair. His other hand was already spreading her slime into her face.

He pulled his hand away, allowing her to catch her breath. She heaved, hair sticking to her face, bloodshot eyes giving Asmodean a look of gratitude. She was enjoying being abused as much as Asmodean was enjoying abusing her.

Asmodean looked down at the anal sprite under him, her body tensed, trying desperately to adjust to his monster. She needed lube. He had a throat in his hands that could provide just that.

He went back to the spit sprites mouth, mining for lube, with a coughing gag she provided.

"Spit." Asmodean commanded, gesturing to the desperate slut under him.

She complied, blue tinged spit landing with a sick plop on the edge of her ring.

"More." Asmodean commanded, and the sprite quickly brought her own hand to her mouth to obey her Master.

Asmodean smiled, the spit was slick, providing the lube his anal slave craved.

He slid his cock back, then pushed forward again. The sprite shrieked, his cock barely touching the "lube" soaking the sodomized sprite.

Asmodean pulled back again, starting a steady rhythm. Truth be told it hurt his cock too, but not nearly as much as the torture he was making the sprite endure. Still, with every thrust more spit got added, and started slipping pleasurably.

His throat slave kept mining her throat for lube, not daring to stop. Asmodean was pounding the whore's hole now, a merciless jackhammer deep in her guts. The sprites gag was perfect lube- wet, warm and slippery. It allowed him to rape ass with wild abandon.

Shrieks of pain transformed into shrieks of pleasure, the wetness allowing the sprite to become accustomed to Asmodean's Crystal-enhanced cock.

He pulled out fully, pulling apart her ass cheeks to inspect his handiwork. Her ass gaped wide, her anus punished into a loose cavern.

He looked at his spit slut, eyes red, face ruined and hair matted.

"More." He ordered her again, this time indicating with his eyes what he wanted her to do.

She leaned over the sprites gaping asshole, hand down her throat, spitting out her slime, aimed directly at the gaping asshole in front of her.

Asmodean plunged his cock back into her ass as soon as the slut finished her delivery, pushing pure filth deep into his anal-slut. He moaned, reveling in his debauched glory.

He needed to pleasure his cock now, so Asmodean pounded, his dick a piston, his wet anal slut the perfect vessel for total pleasure, total domination.

He grabbed the spit sprite, pushed her face down to the sloppy ass below him. In one jerky motion, he replaced his rutting cock with her face. She moaned as she drove her tongue into the sprites ass, acceping the depraved reward with mouth wide open.

The sprite feasted dutifully, knowing her place and getting off on it. She would deny her Master nothing.

The sight was too much for Asmodean, who got up, squatting over face and ass, jerking furiously.

"FUUUUCK! FUUUUUUCK! YEAAAAAH!" He roared at the top of his lungs as cum exploded onto his depraved monster girls. Face and asshole, cheeks, hair and thighs- the two were doused with the fattest load Asmodean had ever produced.

Both girls screamed with delight, their Masters creamy reward driving them both to orgasms. They existed to make Asmodean cum. They would endure any depravity, accept any injury. They came just at the thought of pleasing their Master, the physical pain they endured was nothing compared to the joy of fulfilling their only purpose.

Asmodean staggered back, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of pillows, eyes closed. He let out a satisfied moan, cum still steadily running down his considerable shaft.

Kitty was there in an instant, taking the beast into her mouth. Asmodean opened his eyes to see his favorite slave taking his cock as deeply as it could go. She looked up at him with hungry eyes, the fact he was covered in ass-spit making her even more eager.

Asmodean laughed, dropping his head back, letting his favorite slave service him. Kitty always needed to prove she was the most depraved, the most perverted. Deepthroating anal-fucked cock-sauce was how she did it now.

She was giving it her all, trying to impress Asmodean by impaling her face on his angry cock, but he ignored her. She was supposed to choke herself on his cock. It's what she lived for.

Soula crawled up to Asmodean, finally recovered from her own earth-shattering orgasm. The flawless blonde snuggled next to her Master, whispering in his ear.

"I have a surprise for you, Master." She said, a twinkle in her eye.

Asmodean raised an eyebrow.

Instead of saying what it was, she presented her chest to Asmodean.

Asmodean loved Soula's tits. Flawless porcelain skin, perfectly round, capped with pink upturned nipples. The day never truly started until he had buried his face in the Soul Crystal's bosom, sucking and licking each perky breast until fully satisfied.

He licked his lips, and Kitty moaned, feeling his cock get harder in her mouth. Soula's tits looked ready to burst, blue veins visible, fully engorged and extra sensitive.

He pressed his face into her chest, sighing with pleasure as he nuzzled his nose between each breast. Soula gasped at the sensation.

They must be extra sensitive today. Asmodean thought, taking extra care to worship Soula's perfect parts. He had beat his sprites, degraded and violated them. But his Soul Crystal was to be cherished, to be worshiped and protected, her place above the lowly sprites his Soul Crystal created.

He took his time, licking between her breasts, his entire world a perfect pair of tits. Kitty had picked up the pace, sensing her Master's pleasure. She throated his monster cock like a proper cocksleeve should.

"Suck them!" Soula cried out, desperately needing her Master to attend to her nipples. Asmodean wasted no time to oblige, hungry to latch on to her perfect eraser nub nipples. He licked his tongue up her breast, finding her nipple. It was diamond hard, and surprisingly sweet.

"Mmmm" Asmodean moaned, surprised at the taste as he sucked her nipple into his mouth in one smooth motion.

"Aiiieeeeee!" Soula yipped as her nipple sang with pleasure. She gasped as if it were her clit.

Asmodean didn't understand why her breasts would be so sensitive, until he did. Without warning, sweet warm nectar flooded his mouth.

His eyes went wide, moaning in surprise, staring at Soula. She looked down at him, equal parts pleasure and happiness. Soula had milk!

Asmodean swallowed, only to receive more. He swallowed again, grunting with pleasure at each mouthful of sweet cream. He kept swallowing, his mouth filling with milk as quickly as he swallowed. Soon Asmodean was chugging Soula's breast milk straight from the source.

Soula was cumming, the joy of feeding her Master amplifying her over-sensitive nipple. But Asmodean didn't even notice, lost in bliss as he chugged mothers milk. He didn't even register his cock exploding, a massive load of cum launching from his balls into Kitty's mouth.

Asmodean milked Soula, Kitty milked Asmodean. All three were cumming.

The mouthfuls slowed down, Asmodean draining his Soul Crystal. Both had cum down, staring lovingly into each other's eyes as they shared this moment.

The flow stopped to a trickle, and Asmodean slipped off her nipple with a burp. Soula laughed, but could see Asmodean was still lust drunk.

"More!" He said, desperate. Without answering Soula presented her other breast, pressing it into his mouth.

Asmodean moaned as fresh milk exploded into his mouth, swallowing greedily. Soula shot Kitty a look screaming "Keep sucking, bitch." The monster girl obliged, eager at the prospect of swallowing more of Master's cum.

And she got exactly what she wanted, Asmodean popping off in under a minute as he sucked down as much milk as he could. Soula and Kitty shared in his orgasm, driven to cum by their Master's pure desire.

Finally Soula's tits were drained, along with Asmodean's balls.

After a long time to come back to his senses, Asmodean looked at Soula.

"Whu... how?"

Soula beamed a smile.

"It's a perk of life magic," She said sweetly, "your satyr's will produce milk too."

Asmodean looked at her blankly, cobwebs still in his head from the wild sex. Then it clicked- He had killed the other Dungeon Master, taking his power.

That meant he was able to summon satyr's now. He remembered the tall, busty satyr with stiletto heel hooves that had fallen for Asmodean's bait. He hadn't realized those big tits were full of milk. And now that he had gotten a taste, he'd need more. A lot more.

He propped himself up, taking stock of the orgy. The energy had died down now, and Asmodean could see the damage he had caused. Kitty had hurt herself impaling herself on him, and the two sprites he violated were curled up in pain.

Ella had abused her sprite even worse, dark blue blood spilling out of the sprites nose, face purple with bruises already. Ella's mean streak went deeper than Asmodeans. He was impressed.

Another part of him winced, feeling bad that he had caused pain just for his pleasure. Even if they were his whores, fucktoys that had gotten off just as much as he did, part of him still felt bad.

"Heal them with me." Soula said, wrapping her arms around Asmodean, sensing her Master's hesitation. "Believe me, they would rather this than you holding back, even a little bit."

Asmodean looked at her doubtfully, and she leaned in close.

"They want you to go further." She whispered.

Asmodean raised an eyebrow, and she nodded to confirm its truth.

She would know, the sprites existed through the Soul Crystal, and Soula was just a physical manifestation of its power.

"Well let's go heal them," He said, cracking a devilish smile, "And get me some more milk."