Dungeon Tamer 3

Author's note: this is the third installment of the series. You should read from the start, or the story will not make sense.

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Erwin did not have to wait for too long, as maybe thirty minutes later, Desmonts came strutting out of the building. With her coat completely closed, she looked much more decent. After a brief discussion that Erwin couldn't hear, goatee and the girl entered the front of the van, while Desmonts and raven mask came in the back and sat on both sides of Erwin. He sent a murderous gaze towards Desmonts as she put on her seatbelt. The van started, and she looked down towards him. She sighed when she met his gaze.

"Listen, Erwin, right? I know you must not like me very much right now. We will remove your gag in a minute, but let me explain some things before I let you vent. As you may already know, I am Ruby Desmonts, of the Adventurer Institute. First of all, I am sincerely sorry for how I treated you in there. I had to ensure that we could take you with us, and the best way for that was to have you recognized as a threat that only we have the capability to handle. But rest assured, you will not be treated as a monster. During your stay there, you showed that you had the ability to adapt, and restrain your magic under normal circumstances. We hope that, with us, you will get even better at it, and that soon you can control it even under the kind of stimulus I just put you through. Now, Mr. Blake, you can remove his gag."

Erwin did not know what to think as the raven masked man proceeded to remove it. It was hard to believe that what had transpired was in his best interest. He moved his jaw a bit to get rid of the feeling from being gagged.

"I am confused. You say you got me going to make me classified as a threat. Does that mean that I am not actually a threat? Am I a monster, yes or no?"

"Yes and no. Conversion does not work as the general public thinks. And it must remain that way, actually, so you may not reveal what I am going to tell you. We make it seem like monsters and adventurers are completely different types of beings. But that is not the case. Truly, both terms designate people that were significantly changed by their Conversion. Changed enough that they cannot just return to their old life. The only true difference is that adventurers use their power in a constructive way. We made the Adventurer Institute as a way to regroup those that want to use their abilities for the betterment of society. We call monsters those that are not willing, or not able, to see reason. They either become criminals, or, having lost their intellect during the Conversion, become like beasts, barely more than animals."

"So you lie to everyone? But, why?"

Mistress Desmonts chuckled. "Adventurers are recognized as an official force, the spearhead of humanity in fighting monsters and delving dungeons. How could we do that if everyone knew that there is but a hair difference between adventurers and the monsters they fight? How do you think the public would react if they learnt that the only thing protecting them from monsters is essentially other monsters?"

"What about the monsters that spawn in dungeons? Are those all people that could have been adventurers?"

She sighed again, looking outside the window with a pensive look. "We do not really know where those come from. There are way too many of them for them all to have been people going through Conversion. We kill so many of them in the dungeons that we already would have wiped out everyone that ever got the virus, several times over. But there are always more. Some known monsters coming from Conversion have been encountered in dungeons, though, so we know that at least some of them do come from here. But yes, some of the monsters that spawn in the dungeons have been brought back and analyzed, and they too are essentially no different from adventurers. Except they act like bloodthirsty creatures, that, if left alone, will eventually escape to go on a rampage in our own world."

Erwin had a sudden realization. "Wait... So I can become an adventurer then?"

"Well" she laughed "I certainly hope so. I just spent 30 minutes filling paperwork so that we can get custody of you. It would be a shame to just imprison you. It will take some time, however. We will need to teach you how to master your powers."

Erwin was beyond excited. A few minutes earlier, he had been convinced he was doomed. Now, for the first time ever, he felt like his dream was within reach.

Mr. Blake, as he recalled raven mask was called, added: "We've got you, boy. Your case is problematic, with how aggressive you were upon waking up, but not that unusual. You will be well behind your classmates, though."

"Classmates?"

Mistress Desmonts started explaining. "After every Conversion night, a new batch of adventurers is born. They all need formation, of course, so we have a school for new adventurers. The curriculum starts shortly after Conversion night, so you will indeed be behind. Plus, we can't really let you loose on your classmates right away" she added with a smirk. "Not before you show that you can be trusted around women. Poor Mina was quite in shock after your 'fight'. She flat out refused to come along today, and I had to bring Claire instead." She shook her head towards the platinum blond girl, her horn chains jingling like a chime.

Erwin took a minute. There was a lot to process. He was not a monster. Or at least, he was not going to be. And he was going to learn how to be an adventurer. He felt giddy about it. One thing still did not make sense though.

"But if I'm going to be an adventurer, why did you make it sound like I was a monster, back in the center? And why wait for two weeks? Couldn't you just have declared I was an adventurer and taken me in earlier?"

"It is not that simple. There are a lot of forces at play. You made a lot of waves on Conversion night, so it was impossible to simply whisk you away then. And this doctor Price really does not like you. He wrote very negative reports, declaring you were duplicitous and lecherous, uncontrollable when aroused, and overall a menace. I could not possibly declare you an adventurer, not without going through a diplomatic nightmare. Now, however, he is happy, and I am happy, everyone got what they wanted. What he doesn't know cannot hurt him." She smiled at Erwin. "Plus, it was quite fun to get to seduce you like that. I was not sure about your tastes, so I brought young Claire along just in case." On the front passenger seat, Erwin could barely see the young woman. She was blushing profusely, looking straight ahead."But I am happy little old me is still enough to get a rise out of you." Desmonts then leaned down towards him, her cleavage in full view and her voice velvety, as she put a hand on his hip. "You certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself."

Erwin had had time to go soft, but felt himself going hard again, and decided to ignore the null gem pulsing. He also felt his anger growing, thinking back to how she had manipulated him, even if she had had a good reason. Now she wanted to do it again? He was not going to give her the satisfaction.

He looked straight into her eyes. "And you have the gall to speak about controlling myself? Keep you hands to yourself! You are molesting me."

She removed her hand as if bitten by a snake. He saw surprise and hurt flash in her eyes. And a hint of something else. Was that remorse? Loneliness? She straightened herself and looked away, as goatee man released a small snicker from the conductor seat. "Fair is fair, I suppose." She said. "I shall refrain from teasing you, then. Though you will need to get used to this kind of interaction in the coming days. We need to make sure that you will not hurt your female classmates - or professors - and for that, you will need practice. If not with me, then with someone else."

She then kept quiet. Erwin had mixed feeling. On the one hand, he was glad he had held his own. She had had it coming. On the other hand, he never enjoyed making ladies sad. But he wasn't going to apologize, that was for sure.

After a few minutes of silence, he asked: "If I am not a threat, and my abilities are negated by the null stone anyway, could you untie my wrists? It may have been made for long term use, and I got to move a bit on occasions, but it still is quite uncomfortable."

Mistress Desmonts did not answer, and after a glance towards her, Mr. Blake cleared his throat. "Do we have a key?"

"Hmm, no." She finally answered. "I left as soon as I could, and did not think about that. We will free you when we arrive, and we have access to the proper tools. We will find a less constraining way to make sure you stay near the stone for now. Now, I was going to help you train controlling yourself, but if you do not wish to train, I would like to rest, thank you."

They were quiet for some time. At some point, he caught her looking at him. Her mouth was pouting, and she looked away with her nose upturned when she met his gaze. Seriously? How old was she?

He sighed. No use losing time just for keeping face. He was going to act like the grown up one. "Okay, I'm sorry. Can you please help me train?"

She giggled. "My, my, how the tables have turned! I shall help you, but under one condition."

"What condition?"

"You must admit that you were a big meanie, and swear that you will be nicer from now on!"

She was not looking at him, but he could see her smirk. On his other side, Mr. Blake rolled his eyes.

Erwin sighed again. "I'm sorry I was a big meanie, and I solemnly swear I will be nicer from now on. Is that all?"

"Good boy!" she laughed. "More seriously, let us start with how you trigger your powers. You seem to get the null stone to react quite often, which means you already use at least one of your skills. It is a different matter from doing it purposefully, of course. But it can be easier to start from using it automatically than to learn how to trigger a skill from scratch. We cannot start actually using your skills, with the null stone, but we can work on your triggers. From what I could see, you cannot help using magic when aroused. You also produced nearly as much power again earlier, after I tricked you, so you may also use your magic unconsciously when you are angry. Our aim will be to disconnect the actual use of the skill from your arousal and anger. Now, try to remember how you feel when you get aroused and trigger the stone. What feels different from before your Conversion?"

Erwin thought about it, and it really was not easy. The main problem was that he was feeling lots of things when he was aroused. He actually had quite a bit of experience fantasizing or watching porn, even though he had never done the deed with anyone. So, it should have been easy to notice a difference between before and after. What did it feel like? He was usually feeling a kind of tingling in his member, some pressure like he had to go pee... then there was the actual hardening. And often, though not recently, him stroking it, and the pressure rising until he could not hold it any longer. And then, eventually, release, and all of the sensations that came with that. Which was something that had not happened since his Conversion. He had a hunch this was not what she was asking about, though. Had there been something else that was different? It was hard to tell, he had been too focused on the null stone reacting, and on preventing said reaction.

He did recall triggering the null stone without getting aroused, though. And if that was what she meant about 'his anger' triggering it, maybe he had done so twice. "In fact, I think I can use magic on purpose."

She appeared pleasantly surprised. "Do go on."

He then proceeded to reach for his tentacles, like he had done before. It took him a few tries, but he got the stone to emit a strong blue pulse.

"That's very promising! You are further along than I believed. And that was quite a strong one, too, though not quite the level you reached before. We will get there eventually. But, correct me if I am wrong, you spent a lot of energy avoiding to be aroused, during the last two weeks, didn't you? If you can activate it consciously, you should be able to avoid doing it even when you get aroused."

"I can?" That was a surprise. He did not think he was reaching for his tentacles whenever he got it going, was he? "This feels different..."

"It may be a completely distinct skill. It should be at least somewhat similar, however. Most people have difficulties using magic for the first time, after the initial transformation on the Conversion night. If you can use one skill, then learning how to use another one is not that complicated. What you need is practice." She looked at raven mask, then made a little wave with her hand. He could see a slight ripple going through the air around them, the null stone reacting slightly when it reached near.

"I just put a glamour around us. They cannot see or hear us right now." Mr Blake was looking through the window, seemingly bored, while the other two were still looking straight ahead. Mistress Desmonts continued. "Well, that may not be exact. We are not invisible, per se, but they will not pay us any attention, whatever we get up to. Now, do I have your permission to arouse you, to recreate the conditions under which you previously activated your skill?"

Erwin gulped. He thought she was really attractive, truly a MILF if there ever was one. She was a powerful, famous person, being the president and mistress of the adventurer institute. She had a certain aura of authority, even though she could be silly too. And quite open in her flirting. If he had not gotten bitten once, this would have been a no-brainer. As it was, he still wanted to do things with her. Since she was willing to do some 'training' with him, he was not going to say no.

"You have my permission. Ermmm, so, what do we do?"

She smirked. "Let us start from where we left off." She then removed the top few buttons of her coat, unveiling her cleavage. She slid her hand under the sheet, caressing his thigh. "You focus on your magic. Let me take care of you."

It was hard to focus on anything other than her touch. It did things to him. Now that he didn't have to avoid triggering the stone, he could let his arousal grow. And grow it did, together with his member, that had remained at half mast from before. God he wanted her. Behind his head, the gem was now pulsing regularly. Was he really doing something special?

Mistress Desmonts continued speaking in a deep and languorous voice, massaging his thigh higher and higher. "There you go. You can relax. Let yourself completely go. Magic is like a muscle. Feel yourself relaxing, the tenseness going away, every muscle, calm and completely at ease. Feel them coming to rest, one by one." She removed her seatbelt, and got up, one hand still on him, and she removed his paper sheet. "Oooh... I can see one thing that is definitely not relaxing. Let it happen, baby boy. It's so big and hard and magnificent." She moved up over his stretcher, raising a leg to step over him. She then sat between his legs, her legs over his on each side, some space away from his groin. She had removed the last buttons, and she let her coat fall behind her. She was now solely in her purple lacy lingerie. Her body was toned, with a visible 4-pack, but also soft, her very feminine curves readily displayed before him. Her skin was still soft, with no stretch marks or any indication whether she went through pregnancy. He wanted to raise his hands and grab her breasts, make her squirm, but he could only lay there passively. This was both frustrating and very titillating.

She put her left hand on the gap between his thigh and his balls. With her right hand, she traced along his shaft with just the tip of her long fingernail. "Do not let me distract you." He was very much distracted. She moved her head downwards and breathed on his cock, eliciting a twitch. He gasped. This was too much. His arms and legs tensed against his bounds, trying to reach for her. He wanted her so much. He wished he could touch her, he wished she would touch him more, to feel her hands and her lips on his rod. But she was just teasing him. "Tut tut tut... None of this." she muttered, moving back. "I told you to relax. Just let me do my thing."

He forced himself to rest against his gurney. "Please... It's been two weeks..."

She jiggled. "Oh, poor baby. You are so stiff, so hard. But you must not reach for me. Just relax and let me be in control."

He had mixed feeling about this whole experience. On the one hand, he had always seen himself as the dominant one, fantasizing about tying girls up and tormenting them sexually. Now that the roles were reversed, he was quite frustrated, wanting to turn tables on her and be the aggressor. But there was nothing he could possibly do. On the other hand, the situation turned him on big time, more than he ever thought it would. A beautiful, mature, powerful woman was pleasuring him, putting in efforts for him, whether he wanted to or not, and that was so hot. At least he thought so in the moment.

He closed his eyes, trying not to react. He felt her fingernails trace around his cock and balls, exploring his pelvis, his sack, his taint. He made an effort to remain still as she lay one strong but delicate hand around his rod, and he could feel her breath against his glans. "Now, remain as relaxed as you can." And she wrapped her lips around his tip. At the same time, he felt a wet finger press against his asshole.

He tensed, and his eyes flew open. "Wha...?"

She stopped moving instantly, then removed her lips from him. "Trust me, baby. Relax. This will feel great. Just let me in."

He did not know what to do. He had not expected that. "I've never... done anything... down there. And it's dirty!" He felt himself blush. God, he sounded like a virgin. Well, he was one, but he sounded like an innocent virgin.

"It is fine. I will not do anything too crazy, do not worry. I also cleansed you magically, so never mind that either. Just be a good boy and relax for me now." With that, she took a deep breath, and plunged her head on his cock, her horns just short of coming into contact with his skin.

Erwin nearly cum right there and then. Worried about being a premature ejaculator, he just managed to keep it in. She had about half of him inside her mouth when she bottomed out. She twirled her tongue around his shaft, slathering him with saliva. She then sealed her lips around him, and moved them up to his tip, once, leaving him wet, and spit on his glans for good measure. "You're doing good, keep it in as long as you can. Relax again, and try to notice what you are doing." She then moved her hand up and down his shaft, repeatedly, coating it with a mix of saliva and precum. He tried his best to relax. As she continued stroking him, her finger, that had never left his rectum, slid a bit further in, maybe one phalanx. He was panting heavily, the flood of sensations making it impossible to focus. "That's it, you are doing so good, just a bit longer." She accelerated her stroking, twisting around his glans, as he felt her push another phalanx in his rear hole.

He could no longer resist. "I'm cumming!" Suddenly, all sensation on his dick ceased, as she let it go, twitching and throbbing. She had stopped just before his peak, and he panted heavily. "Whyyyy?"

"Shhh. We can't have you climaxing too quickly, now, can we? We need you aroused for the training. The null stone has been going off nonstop, and just now, after I stopped, it peaked higher than ever before. It's not just your arousal, you are doing something, and you need to understand what."

"Please! Please let me cum!"

"Not before you get it. Only good boys get to cum, and good boys don't just use their skills whenever aroused. Good boys use their skills when I tell them to. You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?"

Erwin was in no state to hesitate. "Yes!" He didn't know if she was a good teacher, but she certainly knew how to motivate her students.

"Yes, mistress." she corrected him.

"Yes, mistress."

Consciously, he knew this was just dirty talk, but this simple act of submission, acknowledging her as his mistress, triggered something deep within him. He felt himself sending something, subconsciously offering to her... he didn't know what exactly. His obedience. His freedom. His whole being. All of that was sent to her, gifted for her to take. She only had to accept it, and he would be hers forever. The thought scared him shitless. His heart pounding, he tried to keep it in, to recall it, but it was too late. It flew from his chest, was thrown toward her... and just as it was leaving him, there was a blinding blue flash, and it all went crashing back down inside him, the magic repelled by the stone. Mistress Desmonts - no, just Desmonts, he did not want to think about her like that right now - looked dumbstruck.

The van swerved. "What happened? You OK back there?" The driver asked. Erwin looked around. Mr Blake was looking at the null stone in surprise, as if just remembering it was there. His eyes stayed on it for a few seconds before starting to move down toward Erwin. To her credit, Desmonts recovered pretty quickly. She threw the sheet back on him, the paper making a tent on his shaft. She was putting her coat back on by the time Blake's eyes reached her, widened is surprise, before he cleared his throat and quickly looked away. In front, Claire had looked back distractedly at the blue flash, but apparently ignored everything and went back to watching the road. The van soon stopped, and when the goateed face of the driver turned around to ask again what had happened, Desmonts was back in her sit and fully covered again.

"Do not fret, I was just testing young Erwin's reactions. He managed to output quite a bit of power, but it's harmless, the stone took it all. You can continue driving." Everyone had turned towards her when she spoke, her glamour apparently over.

Both male adventurers looked dubious. "I have rarely seen a null stone glow that bright." said Blake. "Not once from such a new adventurer. That was obviously you. What were you doing, exactly?" His brows furrowed behind the mask. "Were you being frisky with him again?" He looked at the wet spot on the sheet, over Erwin's slowly disgorging member. "Give the boy a break. And did you seriously need to dump that much power on him?"

"I will not have you questioning my methods, thank you very much. Now, let us move on, if we want to reach the school before dark."

"Don't exaggerate, we are nearly there" the driver said, starting the van again and getting back into traffic.

Mr Blake turned toward Erwin. "Are you OK, boy?"

"Yes." He answered automatically, but Erwin thought that was actually a good question. He was still recovering from his earlier fright. And he had gotten blue balled, which was not great for his morale. And, now that he got to calm down, he was feeling empty. Not his balls, alas. But some kind of energy tank, of which he was never aware before, was running very low. It was not quite tiredness, at least not the kind where he would fall asleep easily.

"He is fine." Desmonts said, before focusing back on him. "We will discuss this later, when we can get some alone time."

Blake did not look happy with that, but he did not protest further.

Erwin had much on his mind for the remainder of the journey. He did not yet know how to feel about what had happened. That last surge of power. It was something he, himself, had done, he could feel it, whatever Blake said. He had clearly felt how he had done it, for once. In that moment, as he had called her 'mistress', he had built his submission into a wave of power. He had thrown the wave toward her. He shuddered to think of what would have happened if the stone had not been there. Could he possibly have enslaved himself? He would have to be very careful about that in the future. He could not submit to anyone anymore. Though, now that he had used it once, he knew how this power, this 'skill', was triggered. He thought he would be able to replicate it, if he ever wanted to, which was doubtful. More importantly, he should be able to restrain himself from activating it, if a similar situation occurred. Not that he was eager to repeat it, or anything. It had felt very good, overall, but it was also a very frustrating experience. And risky, apparently. Better avoid submissive interactions altogether. He still fancied himself more of a dominant, anyway.

Another problem was that this, too, was different from whatever skill he was trying to master. He was pretty sure he had not been throwing submission around all day long, or when he was aroused. Had he? No, he had not even felt submissive most of the time. And he had not been throwing anything else around, either. Had he? He was less sure about this last one. Now that he knew how it felt to throw a feeling, he realized he may have, in fact, been doing it. He had felt at least some degree of arousal pretty much constantly since his Conversion, being both more sensitive and more open to different kinks than before. And that arousal, he had wanted to share it with others, trying to find some release himself by spreading it around. With Desmonts, he had wanted to arouse her, to manhandle her, to pleasure her, as she was pleasuring him. And, he noticed, all this time, he had been throwing his arousal at her, though the stone prevented it from leaving him. He had been throwing his arousal at everyone around him, unconsciously trying to relieve himself of some pressure. Unconsciously trying to get those around him as aroused as he was, in a vain attempt to get intimate with them.

He was, he realized with a start, actually doing so right now, draining the meager remains in his power tank. Once he was aware of that, it was a matter of minutes before he was able to stop the flow. He kept his arousal to himself. The stone, he was pleased to notice, was finally dull.