Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2020 04:18:54 +0000
From: wayne unknown <waynewriteswords@outlook.com>
Subject: Half Breed Adventurer Chapter 33

Disclaimer

Weird sex and medieval views on hot button issues ahead, the belief of
characters within this chapter is not reflective of the author's
thoughts... Blame it all on limyael...

Chapter 33 Dungeon Town

2 weeks have gone by since we left Essex and a lot has happened on our
journey northwards to the dungeon.

Arnie has provided training to the masses and travel has been streamlined
as a result, people are better at making camp, clearing camp, collecting
food and water and a thousand other tasks large and small. Arnie has also
made irregular visits to my carriage during the mornings, either before or
after his mass training sessions to update me on his progress and to unload
himself of his frustrations. Arnie has made use of myself, Jim and Melville
to work out his aggression in the evening before the boys leave for `work',
he makes use of all three of us, one after another. Fun times.

Dominic and Frederic continue to provide me with logistical support in the
mornings before double teaming my ass, while we have privacy in the food
carriage. After satisfying their carnal desires, I help myself to the food
supplies each morning to sate my appetite for another kind of meat. I've
also learned more about their Classes than I did before, since I was
theoretically in charge of operations and they decided it was past time to
enlighten me on their secrets.

Suffice to say it was eye opening to realise how ignorant I really had
been, turns out being well read, didn't mean I was very smart in the ways
that counted. I'm not the only one that's been keeping secrets and while my
efforts have been laughable, theirs have been a lot more effective. I had
been entirely clueless as to the secrets they were withholding, namely
their levels and Classes, I had underestimated them both. I really should
have known better.

Abus continues to teach me mind magic during lunch times and as a result
I've learned a few more mind spells such as [Astral Projection],
[Broadcast], [Illusion] and [Telekinesis]. I've also improved my ability to
use [Sense Share] so that when I'm balls deep in Abus, when he's fucking
Melville and Sven is fucking me, I can maintain sensory links with all of
them to maximise my pleasure. I also had a look at his grimoire and added
it to my mental library.

Sandra continues to teach me water and blood spells and I gained nearly a
dozen spells of different varieties, ranging in use from defensive,
offensive, movement oriented and even medicinal. As a veteran Mage
Adventurer, she had spells for practically every situation, though her
efforts had been against intellectually limited monstrous foes so she
wasn't nearly as skilled as an experienced Battle Mage.

The spells I've learned from Sandra are [Water Screen], [Frost armour],
[Ice Spike], [Freeze], [Hail], [Blizzard], [Ice Wall], [Blood Letting],
[Maelstrom], [Mist], [Ice Blade] and [Wave Strider]. Learning from Sandra
was remarkably easy when factoring in the affinity gained from that water
mage, the imaginary copy of Sandra's grimoire, her memories of casting the
spells and my improved intelligence.

Deva provides tips during the evenings when I visit Nessa's with the boys
and use [Sense Share] on the prostitutes to speed up their skill and level
gains. Deva provides me with her experience with enchanting and golems
helping to improve my own amateurish efforts at making long lasting
golems. I learned [Mana Inscription] which allows me to use [Mana
Manipulation] to use my own mana to engrave runes on items and infuse it
with my will and magic.

I gained a better understanding of four Greater Runes, Durability, Renewal,
Fire and Water, allowing me to utilise them for low levelled
enchanting. The Durability and Renewal enchantments allowed my golems to
last longer and enact minor repairs to themselves. I've also enchanted each
piece of my Wyvern outfit with three runes Renewal, Durability and Sound
(sound reduction).

From my magic studies I also gained a sufficient understanding of the Fire
and Water runes and the lesser corresponding runes of warmth, light and
frost enchantments. As such I can use them to create magic items of various
uses from swords that burned, to shields that flickered with
distracting/blinding light to staves with minor freezing abilities to slow
enemies. It also comes in use for a host of other minor purposes such as
enchanting alchemical equipment to heat up faster, or to store food longer
or simply to help light the way via candles.

During the evening and nights Badrick becomes my second shadow along with
Sven and keeps me warm and safe in his arms. They often double team my ass
in the carriage. Thanks to Deva enchanting my carriage, it's a lot more
spacious and I can have more guests over. One memorable night had Frederic,
Dale and Minos taking turns double teaming my ass and fucking my face
before Frederic and Minos moved on to double team Dale's ass while Badrick
and Sven double stuffed my ass again.

Badrick has become quite attached to his new slime pet... though perhaps
it's more accurate to say it's become attached to him. His blood serves as
the perfect fuel for it's growth and it's popped out a couple of kids that
serve as Badrick's attack pets, while their `mother' continues to
debuff/buff Badrick. Badrick's berserker perks work best, the more he's
damaged, so the acid slime serves as the perfect companion.

The system has recognised the strategy as valid and has unlocked Badrick's
legendary status and he's now a Bloody Beast Man. His Legendary Perk is
Double Damage, which doubles the damage he inflicts when he's wounded by
his own pets and his Legendary Skill is Beast Mastery, which improves the
extent to which he can command and control his beast companions.

He's taken ownership of my Shadow Wolf and Night Steed, using the Shadow
Wolf as a scout and my Night Steed serves as brood mare for his Night
Steed. It seems fitting that Badrick mounts me as his horse mounts mine,
sometimes I have some really fucked up dreams about his horse mounting
me. His horse cock is so big that it's actually kind of scary, at 18
inches, it'd wreck my insides but the thought does make me hornier when I
watch him mount my horse which I've named Bea.

Badrick has six companion beasts that he can use in battle, out of a
maximum of ten, one shadow wolf, two night steeds and three acid slimes of
various sizes. He hasn't had much of an opportunity to test them out in a
true battle but he's been training them to work as a team for maximum
damage.  Badrick has provided a few tips for connecting with beast
companions that might serve useful later on in between battle training and
buggering me and the boys.

Duggan has provided me with several singing/magic lessons so as to improve
my vocal range and the depth of my mental manipulations. He's also made use
of his off time to try and seduce every female he could, though considering
the lack of females about that aren't whores it's kind of silly. Some of
his groupies have followed him and have taken to sharing his carriage and
making sure he's well dressed, fed and regularly drained, he has his own
harem. Not that it has stopped him from irregularly pounding my boys or the
whores.

One night was particularly fun as Duggan took Alec and Minos with him to
visit the female whores accompanied by me and my boys (Jim and
Melville). Duggan demonstrated his fingering techniques to an inspired Alec
and Minos, while I provided the [Sense Sharing] to allow them to experience
the female orgasm... It's a lot different from the male orgasm, while the
male orgasm is brief but intense, the female orgasm is more varied, with
longer highs and a more thorough bodily satisfaction... It's hard to
describe as it varies from one female to the other.

As they were doing their thing, I alternated my attentions between Jim and
Melville, rubbing my hands all over their bodies as they sucked and rode my
stiff cock. At some point, the guys were really riled up and I ended up
sandwiched between Minos and Alec as they double teamed my ass while Duggan
fucked my throat. The tease pulled out before he came, denying me my liquid
prize, instead splattering it all over my face, which wasn't nearly as
useful for my goals.

Then the four of us venture outside and took turns pumping our loads into
Jim and Melville before they ended up taking on all comers. Minos and Alec
provided the muscle as I supervised and used [Sense Share] on my boys to
improve their services to their hard and horny customers. There's a lot
more men and not that many new whores so there's a lot of hard cocks to go
around. Due to the fact that I'm supposed to maintain an image of a good
leader, I can't just join in and start sucking and fucking even though I
really really REALLY WANT TO. Dale the little slut is providing his
services for free to particularly handsome and hung men elsewhere as is
Marcus and Sam.

Duggan meanwhile just watches and strums his lute while Jim and Melville
take care of the lines of horny customers waiting on their hands, mouth and
ass to get them sated. Duggan's playing provides a stimulating background
noise to the thwacking of pelvis's slamming against butts and the groaning
of those being sucked and stroked. It's a long HARD night for the boys as
they're on their knees for the majority of the night getting cock in both
ends over and over again. When the sight gets too much I cut the line and
make use of one of their holes to quickly get off before resuming my Mind
Magic training. While I don't get the fucking from the guys I'd like, I
still experience Jim and Melville's satisfaction from every good fucking
and from the customers themselves. Suffice to say when I take the boys
home, I am very horny and I get Minos and Alec to double fuck me along with
Sven and Badrick all while alternating between fucking Jim and Melville. I
end up asleep between Sven and Melville that night.

As for my efforts on advancing my fire magic, it's been more difficult due
to limited opportunities and the sheer quantity of people in the way. Still
I did manage to teach myself [Fire Wall] and [Flame Wave], [Meteor] however
remains an impossibility.

As for my four new slaves, they're still anxious around me, so I have Sven
or Melville supervise them. Sven supervises the Elves during their foraging
trips and Melville as the most childish of my minions supervises the
beastkin cubs as they forage, fight and have fun. Each of them have
provided me with a vial of their blood, which I keep cool with a frost
enchantment for `research' purposes. Melville has become a big brother to
his juniors and helps the beast kin feast on a steady diet of monster meat
to speed up their physical maturity under my orders. I want my test
subjects/slaves to be big and healthy for later experiments.

My general class build is level 30 Alchemist, level 26 Magical Assassin and
level 24 mage. My golems can last thirty minutes and have been programmed
into capable fighters that can hold their own against Sven and Badrick. I
can now field a maximum of 5 golems at a time, dedicating 20 intelligence
and ten wisdom to each to keep them running longer. I generally just use
one at a time as using more than one is wasteful of my limited supply of
mana and slime cores.

After two long weeks we've finally arrived at our destination and the
Dungeon town construction can begin.

Dungeon Town - Day 1

Mid morning

Arrival at base of mountain. The majority of the convoy remains at the base
of the mountain to set up a proper permanent camp.

Only a select few come with me up the mountain to scout the dungeon and the
true heart of the dungeon town to be. Badrick, Deva, Dad, Frederic, Abus
and Sandra, Sven and me.

An hour later we arrive to find that there's a few wooden huts outside the
dungeon entrance and an embarrassed father (Edmond) and son (Alan) from
Talon's peak awaiting us. Apparently they've set up the huts as a place to
sleep, a place to store food and a place to store pelts.

I tell the others to deal with them while I venture into the dungeon to
check on it's progress during my absence.

I enter the dungeon accompanied by Sven and a single golem.

Upon arriving within the `safe' entrance room I'm hit by a wave of psychic
power and the soul bound connection between Dungeon Paul and me triggers
and I'm hit with a flood of information.

I know the layout of the dungeon in it's entirety, the life cycle and
numbers of goblins and their various types. I'm subjected to memories of
events within the dungeon, the highlights of which are the arrival of the
father and son, followed by lots of goblin deaths and the arrival of a team
of `Adventurers' who are promptly slaughtered by a green tide backed by
Felix and Michael.

The initial floor is relatively simple in layout compared to what it was
before with three paths with only sixteen rooms with actual
`enemies'. Eight rooms have a single horned rabbit guarding it, while the
other eight have a single unarmed goblin waiting for an opponent.

The entirety of the first path features horned rabbits and Plesh plants,
the second path features goblins and the third has no opponents at all,
just some free growing Warrior's boon next to a creek.  I could take the
easy third path and avoid conflict but this is the perfect opportunity to
test out my various spells in combat and hopefully break into level 25 as a
Mage. Levelling the Mage Class has become more and more difficult the
higher the level as the experience requirements increases. Combat with
magic should push me over the edge.

Dungeon Paul takes from me as I took from him, his attention both
immaterial and overwhelming in it's grasp. In this realm, Dungeon Paul is a
God, a lesser God admittedly with a realm not of the divine realm but the
mortal. A Dungeon has a wider scope than most Mid range gods as their
domain is smaller but mostly under their sole control with a few provisos.

He takes from my soul, the experience gained from the slaughter of the
bandits and from my mind the knowledge I gained of three fields of magic
along with the limited advances I've had with alchemy. His ephemeral touch
roams across my body, causing my skin to grow cold yet his touch digs
deeper still, pressing deep into my flesh and becoming familiar with every
change within my body.

{Welcome back, come closer, I want your body.}

In other circumstances it could be considered welcoming and sexually
explicit, a short hand between lovers before a sweet tender
consummation. This was and wasn't the situation.

{I'll be there soon.}

Despite the ambiguous nature of our relationship I strode forth with a
golem in front and Sven behind me to watch my back. I had little worry
about an ambush from Dungeon Paul but it never hurt to maintain the
formation that had been built up from weeks of training.

I took the second path, goblins were the closest to humans and were more
satisfying to kill than cute bunny rabbits.

I let my trusty earth golem kill the first screeching goblin by smashing it
against the wall. The goblin stood no chance against the golem, it's meagre
fists insufficient to damage the golem's stone body.

I whisper "Nil an offering".

I got an impression back from the odd God, "more" along with the image of
him eating some kind of fried meat, that was greasy with fat. Dungeon
Paul's memories provided the appropriate context an image of fried chicken
nuggets, greasy, filling and ultimately bad for you. Which I guess summed
up goblin death quite well.

The next goblin is merely blocked by the golem and I used [Burning Hands]
to wrap a hand around it's throat and end it's pointless life, such as it
was.

I offered it's death to Nil again and I got the same image back.

The next room, another goblin, blocked by the golem and I use the moment to
cast [Fireball] and send it's flaming corpse into oblivion.

Another offering, another request for more.

The next goblin is treated to a face full of [Fire Blast] and its ugly face
is essentially melted off.

I take a moment to recover my mana within the `safe room' after killing the
fourth goblin in a row. I check my experience gain and there's marginal
improvement to Alchemist and Magical Assassin while Mage has a more
significant but still underwhelming improvement. Killing low level goblins
isn't sufficient to boost my levels. I need to kill more. I have a God to
make nauseous and a dungeon to satisfy.

With a thought I command my golem to take the rear and recklessly take the
lead. I cast [Mana Shield] around myself and stride forward subjecting each
goblin to a [Fireball]. [Fireball] is a simple offensive magical attack and
one I've levelled up to level 4. Spells are similar to skills in that they
level up with practice, spells abide by the rule of ten, they require ten
times more effort/casts than the previous level to gain the same level of
improvement.

In simple terms to get a level 1 fireball, you only need to cast fireball
once, level 2, another ten castings, level 3, a hundred further castings
and level 4 at least a thousand. Since Fireball costs 100 mana per second,
it's useful to cast repeatedly to lower costs and increase
effectiveness. At level 4, fireball, is 40% more effective mana wise,
improving it's magical damage and range of attack.

After the 8th goblin has been killed, there's a rest room before the first
floor boss, a hobgoblin.

To normal Adventurers, they may suffer damage from a surprise attack by a
hobgoblin armed by a dagger but not me. When I walk into the boss room, I'm
already prepared for it, surrounded by a [Mana Shield] so that when the
hobgoblin attacks me I just use [Fireblast] and kill it immediately without
a problem.

When I offer the hobgoblin to Nil, I get an image of Nil throwing a chicken
nugget with sauce into his hungry gullet. It's disturbing having a
connection to one of the Primal gods, my offerings give me a glimpse of him
and he always gives off the impression of endless hunger and boredom.

I proceed down the stone staircase into the second floor.

The second floor isn't too dissimilar from the first floor, though there
are some differences, the first path, has two bunnies per room, a male and
a female, the second path has a goblin armed with a short spear (glorified
sharp stick) and the third path has Maiden's Tears growing instead of
Warrior Boons.

Having tested out my fire spells I move onto using water spells on the
second floor.

First goblin is chopped down by my [Ice Blade], which essentially calls
forth water, shapes it into a sword and freezes it, to provide a moderately
useful weapon. It's attempt to stab me is deflected by my [Mana
Shield]. After I offer it's death, I get the image back of Nil eating
frozen fish fingers. I can't decide if he's mocking me or not.

Second goblin is confused as it's surrounded by [Mist], mist does no
offensive damage, simply filling the air with water particulates and
essentially blocking the goblin's view. I make use of it's blindness to
find it with [Energy Perception] & grab it's throat and [Energy Drain] it
to death. It requires an absurd amount of mana to kill it quickly, where I
have to overflow it's passive magic defense with my mana and drain it's
life force. It's not really worthwhile as I lose more than I gain.  I shrug
and move on after offering it's death to Nil.

Third goblin gets an [Ice Spike] to the eye. Manifest water, shape water
command water, freeze, directional momentum and instant goblin death.

Fourth goblin gets the joy of testing out the combination of [Water Screen]
& [Freeze]. [Water Screen] creates a wall of free flowing water, which
doesn't really do much of anything but when the goblin rushes in through it
in an effort to stab me, I cast [Freeze] and freeze it solid and let my
golem smash it into smithereens.

I rest for a few minutes in the `safe' room to [Energy Drain] while using
[Meditate] to restore my mana. My water spells aren't as practised as my
fire spells. There are a lot of water spells and they all have their own
particular usefulness.

After a short break I resume goblin slaughter, armed with an [Ice Blade] I
slash at the next four goblins and use [Blood Letting] to bleed them
out. [Blood Letting] has both martial and medical uses, it can cause an
enemy to bleed out to death after a single minor cut (presuming low passive
magical defences) or to help an ally recover after being inflicted with any
of several blood borne poisons.

I rest a bit before moving onto the third floor and testing out my mind
spells...

This floor is different, than the previous two, the three path formats are
similar but the first path has two females to one larger horned rabbit, the
second path has goblins armed with daggers and the third has Mage's bounty
growing.

Goblin one experiences an [Illusion] of safety and ignores the advent of my
golem who promptly crushes it's skull against the hardened wall. [Illusion]
works by providing a false image into the outer layer of the mind of the
target, making them think that what they're seeing is different from what
is actually before them. It's a very useful spell if mentally and mana
draining.

Goblin two gets treated to [Telekinesis] thrown against goblin three who
incidentally stabs it in the back due to a judicious use of [Illusion]
making it think it's an enemy tackling it. Suffice to say they stab each
other to death in the midst of confusion and rage.

Goblin four on the other hand is subjected to [Mental Dominion] and
essentially taken over and used as murder puppet. It's will isn't that
strong so when I send it against the remaining four goblins protected by
[Frost Armor] it makes short bloody work of it's filthy brethren. Daggers
don't do well at piercing ice so the opposing goblins have little luck
killing their former comrade and are quickly stabbed to death.

After nearing the end of my mana pool, I release mental control over my
goblin tool and pump more mana into the spell of [Frost Armor], twisting
the intent from protection to destruction. The [Frost Armor] thickens and
tightens around the screeching goblin, crushing it's weak body in a
contracting prison of ice. It's death like the others are offered to Nil.

I take another break before entering the fourth and final floor, to restore
my mana pool. Due to the high mana saturation on the third floor, compared
to outside, mana regeneration is much faster than normal.

The fourth floor differs wildly from the first three floors, with no safe
or easy paths, consisting of a single large cavern and a goblin camp before
leading into the core room and the secret goblin breeding rooms. Michael
and Felix also had their own rooms off to the sides of the core room.

The main defence of the floor was the ability of the goblin camp to swarm
hostile Adventurers with sheer numbers. There were at least a thousand
goblins, with a few dozen goblin variants and a hundred hobgoblin elites.

Felix before my arrival had been training the goblins and hobgoblins alike
in proper spear forms, pitting one goblin against another until they either
died, became variants or evolved into hobgoblins. Goblins can become
hobgoblins through repeated battle and by being exposed and or absorbing
enough mana.

I raise a [Mental Shield] and [Mana Shield] and walk forward. The goblin
camp is like a miniature town, with it's own well and over a hundred tents
for goblins to pile up together when not training to sleep or have sex
(goblins aren't that picky over breeding partners).

Felix sends a wave of goblins to attack me and I respond by using
[Maelstrom], it calls forth water from all around while manifesting more
and spinning it around me, it's mostly a movement debuff skill, making
moving forward difficult.

I use [Freeze] on the water and send it out in barrage of ill intent toward
the goblin swarm with level 2 [Blizzard]. There's at least a hundred of the
blasted goblins. All the goblins die a death of a thousand cuts, the
glittering shards of ice slicing their flesh and slowing their movements so
they were hit by even more sharp ice fragments.

I increase the mana given to the [Blizzard] as the next wave of goblins
attack, this includes the majority of the remaining low tier goblins,
another eight hundred or so of the vile creatures. The ice in the storm
becomes more numerous and larger, enlarging from the size of an eyelash to
that of a finger nail and tearing through the ranks of goblins in a frozen
fury. The small shards lodge in eyeballs and spill blood and the cold seeps
into cuts and the goblin's bones, slowing their movement. It's a swirling
storm of frozen blades with the sharpness of steel, it's devastating but
it's not enough. The elites fall back while the lower levelled goblins are
sacrificed for the dungeon's advancement. The closer I am to the core, the
more I am intertwined with the dungeon and it's desires. It craves death
almost as much as Nil does.

I run out of mana and I take a step back and let Sven and the golem smash
and slash the surviving low level goblins slowed and injured by the
[Blizzard]. The goblins with their limited numbers can't stop either the
golem with it's body lacking any vitals to stab or Sven whose wearing the
best gear that I could buy with a multitude of low enchantments and
alchemical enhancements that I could provide.

After the ice starts to melt into water, Felix and Michael make an
appearance. Neither of them look that happy to see me.

I ignore them and offer the mass murder to Nil and he sends me back the
image of him feasting on a greasy burger dripping with fat with a bloody
smile.

He grants me a new Boon for killing a thousand semi sapients in his
name. The boon is [Festering wound], those I cut are more likely to get
festering wounds and suffer complications to recovery. It's more
immediately useful than [Banishment] but it's a worrying development, if
only I could find it in me to care.

The dungeon has automatically absorbed the mess left behind by the maimed
and murdered goblins, leaving an abandoned goblin camp behind.

"Who's that?" Michael asked, pointing at Sven.

"He's my Slave, Sven say hi."

"Hi." Sven said in a monotone.

"You can't have a slave!" Michael complains, red faced, which contrasts
with his much paler skin, apparently staying 3 weeks underground makes you
pale and dumb.

I just shake my head at such a stupid statement. "Of course I can, I have a
few actually, including some members of Elven royalty and some beast kin."

"You can't just own people."

"I think it more of as dedicated servants, and I treat them well, don't I
Sven, I'm going to release them all in a couple of months anyway, once
they've served their purpose."

Michael strides forward, looking all red and angry. "You free them now!"

The moment he was in front of me, I snatch him up by the neck, which causes
Felix to pull out his spear while Sven grabs his sword and pulls it out
ready for a fight. "I don't answer to you, you're in my world and you're
not in charge."

Michael tries to stop me with a [Slow] but I merely use [Energy Drain] on
him, countering his spell with my inherent sorcery. "Let me go!" Michael
coughs out.

"Let's get this straight, you may be a Champion from another world but I
don't care any more, you're in my world and you're not in control." I used
[Banishment] on Michael to test out a theory and he screams as the Boon
inflicts soul damage on him and his otherworldly soul. I throw him down
onto the ground as Felix glares at me. "Are we clear?"

"What happened to you?" Felix asked, his grip on the spear tight as he
clenches his fist over and over again.

"A lot of fucked up shit and I have zero tolerance for Americans and their
imperialist bullshit and I still have a fucked up Australian to deal with."

Felix looked confused and Michael just stared up at me, coughing and
groaning on the ground.

"What are you talking about?" Felix asked looking between Sven and me with
confusion and anger.

"I'm sure Michael would explain it to you later, I've got deals to honour."

I stride forth to the core room, trying to ignore the thoughts of what
happened behind the hidden door. The dungeon could see everything that
happened there and goblins are gross, everything about them is
gross. Goblin females are ranked by their abilities to give birth, which
means that the strongest female is the fattest and the one whose had the
most goblin babies. They have rankings based on their birthing capabilities
and the amount of time it took them to be ready to pump out the next batch
of goblins.

Goblin mothers, have at least one batch of surviving offspring. Goblin
Matriarchs have a few batches of goblin offspring with at least one goblin
daughter who has become a mother themselves.  Goblin Queens are those who
rule over a tribe of hundreds, having birthed several Goblin Matriarchs who
manage their offspring in smaller clans.

This dungeon has a Goblin Empress with dozens of goblin females beneath
her, allowing the dungeon to have essentially an unlimited supply of free
goblins to make use of. With the amount of goblin females capable of giving
birth doubling every couple of days, the goblin population is in no danger
of dying out easily. As such the dungeon had no problem letting the low
level goblins die to feed my growth, while keeping the variants and elites
out of sight and out of danger. The variants and elites were of higher
value as they were more difficult to replace.

The Goblin empress was loose enough to give birth to hobgoblin babies
without dying... the ultimate sign of superiority. Allowing her to breed
with the strongest hobgoblins in order to pump out more hobgoblins, though
the batches were smaller, with only three hobgoblins in a batch, instead of
the usual five, though they were larger and more intelligent to begin with.

I fucking hate goblins, the Goblin Empress is the result of the village
girl's unfortunate run in with the goblins. A grim reminder of how quickly
and easily the goblins can develop into a threat. In a month with a steady
supply of food and mana, the goblin female has gone from a weak goblin to
the ruler of a group of thirty six fertile goblin females. In a day that
group can pop out nearly two hundred goblins, with a tenth of those being
females that will quickly be added to the breeding roster. Over time the
goblin queens will be able to birth hobgoblins themselves and that will
increase the amount of hobgoblins in the dungeon.

Despite my anger at everything I now know about goblins and the dungeon
itself, I still had an agreement to honour, so I placed my hand on the core
and let Dungeon Paul possess my body.

I had offered myself mind, body and soul to the dungeon and it was time to
pay up. It had taken pieces of my mind and soul last time and my blood, but
it hadn't been enough. It wasn't strong enough to use my blood to summon
demons, it needed to have ten floors before it could create a Hell Gate and
summon various demons into servitude. It was only a matter of time before
it could, in the meantime, I had to let it use my body via possession.

We exchange bodies, while remaining bound to our former bodies, which meant
that Dungeon Paul could only borrow my body not keep it as he was still
irrevocably bound to the dungeon core. As for me, I wasn't in command of my
flesh body but I was still loosely aware of it as I possessed the dungeon
core and had access to all of it's knowledge and skills. Being a godly rock
was weird and yet somewhat familiar, I had gained a lot of Dungeon Paul's
memories after all and being a rock for weeks was part of that.

I could now see and feel the dungeon in it's entirety. I had an even better
understanding of it's layout and it's potential after seeing the dungeon
screen for myself and all it's options.

Floor five was when Dungeon Paul would get access to the really useful
options like instancing, which would allow for multiple versions of the
same floor to be accessed by Adventurers. This would reduce wait times for
dungeon access, increasing mana income and allowing for the learning of
more advanced space and time magic.

As for the dungeon store it had a wealth of options for advancements.

Alaro talked to me as he could occupy the dungeon core at will, though he
only had read access and worked as an adviser to new dungeons to provide
advice. Normally, new dungeons were barely sapient and worked off instinct
with dungeon fairies providing much needed guidance to stop them from
accidentally doing something that would get them broken or purged.

I let Alaro natter on without really paying much attention as I already
knew about the events that had happened in the dungeon while I had been
gone due to the memory exchange earlier, I let him talk anyway, his excited
recounting of how the dungeon fought off a bunch of thieves and assassins
who had tried to steal the core was mildly entertaining in that it was very
exaggerated, the numbers of assailants doubling in the retelling.

As I looked through the options available to Dungeon Paul, Dungeon Paul was
making full use of my body to satisfy his carnal whims. I used my new
ability as a dungeon to see what he was up to, it was a little like [Astral
Projection] which used the soul to scout ahead but with a thought instead.

Everyone was naked, clothes discarded and absorbed by the dungeon
automatically, as was my golem, my body was fucking Felix as Michael fucked
my former butt, while Sven fucked my throat. It was weird seeing my body
engaged in sexual acts from an impartial third party view. It looked very
aggressive and noisy from outside looking in. Without a biological body I
had little interest in the physical coupling going on and instead focused
myself on understanding the dungeon interface.

Dungeon Paul given his distraction had provided me with unlimited access to
his inner functions, which was more than enough to allow me to spawn
replacements for the goblins that I had killed.

I knew that there were multiple layers of goblin society, all of which were
in flux and in competition for the limited sexual opportunities. Goblin
females were roughly birthed in every other batch of goblin births
typically one in ten and they usually didn't survive the first week due to
overzealous and aggressive brothers. As such only the strongest or wisest
goblins got the ability to breed the females, in order to birth a better
next generation. Not too dissimilar to a lot of animals in some ways. As
such goblins tended to breed any female they could get their hands on and
if they couldn't find one, they'd fuck each other.

Goblins in the dungeon were split into multiple categories.

Naturals were those goblins birthed from a goblin mother.  Artificial were
those who were born from the dungeon's mana and could be respawned as
needed.  Mutated were those goblins who by dint of high mana saturation or
battle have become variants or evolved into hobgoblins or hobgoblin
variants.  Contracted – Naturals given contracts to go outside to
collect materials on behalf of the dungeon (rendered obsolete for the most
part) in exchange for eternal life.  Cored – Artificials that were
granted a magic core so they can exist outside without needing food or
water and can be respawned as needed (conditionally immortal).

I took the opportunity to respawn the dead artificial goblins I had killed
on the first three floors and better understand the goblin physiology on a
level only Gods and Dungeons could. I even had the memories of the make up
of the rare still borns from new goblin mothers.

The rapid growth of goblins were most potent in the first day of life. I
need to extract some blood from some goblin babies later to test out some
theories and maybe make something new and dangerous.

At long last, dungeon Paul had satisfied his pent up carnal cravings for
the moment and returned my body back to me. I meanwhile had satisfied my
intellectual curiosity as much as I could with the time available by
dicking around with dungeon powers to understand biology of plants, animals
and goblins on a deeper level.

When I regained full awareness and control over my body, I was covered in
sweat, blood and dried cum and was alone.

I used [Manifest Water] to wash myself clean. I couldn't help but notice
that Dungeon Paul had emptied my spatial bag before returning my body to
me. Greedy bastard.

The loss of my mother's grimoire was an annoyance but I had my mental copy
and the Dungeon could create an exact replica if asked to. It wasn't a high
priority, it's sentimental value was already lost and I couldn't work up
the energy to care. Dungeon Paul had taken more liberties with my body than
with my property anyway.

Sven showed up shortly having finished his goodbyes with the others, I
didn't bother, I didn't really have anything else to say to the two.

I got redressed in silence and took the third path and made use of [Wave
Strider] to return outside.  [Wave Strider] essentially allowed you to use
water as a pathway, firming up the water beneath your feet, if given enough
mana, you could also use it to raise the water and push it up and onwards
so that you could use it to travel over distances. The only downside was
that it was extremely mana intensive, meaning that you could either use it
if you knew there was no danger to protect against or you had sufficient
mana to block attacks and use it to move, which I did not.

Still I had gained level 25 as a Mage and I chose Magical Potency as my
Perk and for my skill I chose Mana Crystalisation, a skill that would
enhance my ability to store mana for future use and for creating golem
cores easier. I had originally planned on picking Enchanting as a Skill but
Mana Inscription was a far better skill and had more practical
applications.

I had to stop at the end of each floor to restore my mana before moving
onwards, it also gave Sven a chance to catch up to me. He could run beside
me but it was still slower than the movement spell, though at the end, he
was mildly winded, whereas I had to deal with the headache caused by low
mana.

I decided to make use of my unassigned stat points to boost my mana pool
and regeneration, pumping 50 points into intelligence and 10 in wisdom. A
deeper mana pool would be of more use to me than faster regeneration.

Once I left the dungeon, I was met by a group of curious people wanting to
know about the dungeon, how deep it was, the monsters, the traps and so
forth.

As the Lord I had the right to delve the dungeon first and explore it, even
though most Lords wouldn't out of safety concerns. Normally a dungeon would
be delved by a team of Adventurers before that to ensure the lord wasn't in
any danger but I wasn't normal. I had a deep and twisted connection to the
dungeon, allowing me to bypass most of the dangers of a typical dungeon,
namely ignorance of it's composition and threats.

"It's going to be a while before the dungeon will recover fully from my
delve but the first three floors should be fine to clear on an hourly
basis. No one is allowed to enter the fourth floor without my approval as
the dungeon will see it as a threat to it's safety. Am I clear?"

They all nodded.

The first three floors had an auto respawn of it's mobs, but it took an
hour to take effect, doing it manually was around the same mana cost but
could be done as soon as an invader cleared the area. The mana field of
individuals not created by the dungeon interfered with the dungeon's
ability to manipulate it's composition.

While I had been gone, the group had already taken it upon themselves to
make themselves busy according to their interests and skills. Dad, Frederic
and Badrick had amused themselves with some good natured sparring in
preparation for a dungeon delve. The three of them were all hot and sweaty
from their efforts and looked particularly tasty. All three of them were
shirtless and relaxing after I got out.

As for the mages they had found their own way of amusing
themselves. Essentially Abus and Sandra fed their mana into Deva who
channelled it into golems and earth construction. Most Mages learned Mana
Manipulation and pumping mana into the most skilled of them was second
nature to them. Not as powerful as a choral casting but it had a similar
effect.

Deva was responsible for most of the design work. She had raised the
foundation for three major buildings and the beginning of a wall. The three
buildings were town hall/barracks, mage tower and Adventurer's Guild. The
Mage Tower was a simple circle, the Adventurer's Guild a large square and
the Town hall a large rectangle of stone.

It would take time and mana to build the three to the requirements
needed. Dad had provided advice and suggestions based on his experience as
the ruler of Respite.

I told Deva to focus her efforts on the Town Hall for now as it would serve
as the basis for the fledgling government.

I sent Sven to go fetch me my other minions and intended sacrifices.

Once he returned I got a notification that the Lord minion management
system was now available.

It told me that since I had occupied my territory with a loyal force of
twenty, that I had a ranking of Knight captain. It was unpleasant to hear,
still once I started the next stage of the plan, which was to hire the best
of Arnie's group and Adrian's group into positions of authority and
control, then that number should rise.

The lord status, also advised of the current ranking of my `starter
village' as abysmal.

I ignored it's spiteful words and had the minions start fetching stones and
getting things organised.

I went back into the dungeon and promptly sacrificed one of Badrick's acid
slime children, my Shadow Wolf and Night Steed, giving each one a quick
stab with a [Shadow Blade] in a vital spot, the slime got a stab to it's
core and the wolf and steed had their throats slashed open and promptly
bled out, giving me a boost to my Magical Assassin class. That should
provide the dungeon with more blueprints and more options. They were
immediately respawned with all their memories intact, despite the fact the
dungeon lost all the mana it gained from their deaths it still gained DP
and monster blue prints. The powers of a dungeon are awe inspiring, the
ability to resurrect the dead truly is exceptional and rare and I want to
be able to do the same one day.

Adrian and his gang were the first group to go through the dungeon, I
advised them just to explore the first three floors.

They returned some time later with a bountiful harvest of dead goblins,
rabbits and plants.

Dalton arrived with Badrick to start his efforts at creating a makeshift
Adventurer's Market along with Richard next to the square of raised stone,
a single stone high. Richard sold weapons, while Dalton sold various goods
to the people.

There was a small but significant tide of people who took away the goblin
corpses to be `processed' which is the polite way of saying washed, chopped
up and turned into gobbo stew.

With so many people, food was in short supply, especially after two weeks
of travel and limited opportunities to resupply.

Still the brave among them would try and earn some money off the dungeon
loot sold to Dalton. The economy would function partly off bartering and
partly off coin.

At the start a lot of people would get coins, when money ran low, they'd be
paid in food, lodging or other items until coin was resupplied.

Work continued for the rest of the day on building up the Adventurer's
guild first floor into something that would serve as a rough shelter.

The flow of people into dungeon didn't stop until the sun set and the
dungeon was essentially closed for repairs/renovation. They went in with
various packs, bags and other storage devices and they came out with plesh
trees/fruits, water, goblin corpses and horned rabbit carcasses, along with
daggers. Eventually the dungeon would be open all day and night but that
would take some time. There were guards assigned to make sure that noone
entered the dungeon.

I took Jim and Melville, along with Sven and Badrick into the dungeon to
spend the night on the fourth floor.

I let them take the majority of the kills on the way down as I didn't
expect much growth to my classes with such low level enemies. The effort
was best for Jim and Melville as they got to `steal' some lives and level
up their Thief classes accordingly.

We bedded for the night on the fourth floor in Felix's old room.

The five of us would provide a steady stream of mana and DP to the dungeon
with our presence so close to the dungeon core.

In a way the dungeon was a tourist trap, luring people in to profit off
them as much as it could while providing it's own unique amenities. Felix
stayed in Michael's bed. My strong connection to the dungeon allowed me to
borrow it's senses and know everything that was happening in the
dungeon. Within the Dungeon I was the equivalent of a minor God.

Dungeon Paul took over my body and pounded Jim and Melville while Sven and
Badrick pounded my ass.

As Dungeon Paul made use of my body, I made use of his core to improve my
limited understanding of earth magic. As a dungeon core, I could manipulate
mana on a more subtle and significant way than usual and as the dungeon
consisted of earth, it had a natural aptitude for manipulation of dirt and
stone. I made use of the opportunity to practice compacting the walls to
make them harder to damage and to generally mess around by shaping the dirt
into various forms, some practical such as stone jars, bowls and spike
traps made of sharpened stone and others purely whimsical, carvings on the
wall depicting orgies and goblins, statues of muscular men with no clothing
and big dicks, which I eventually demolished and reabsorbed or erased after
I was bored of them.

Day 2

I woke up to find myself in bed, naked and hard and horny, along with four
others (Jim, Melville, Sven and Badrick), we were all tangled up in a
sweaty naked pile of man flesh. I promptly rammed my morning hard on into
Melville's sweet hole. There was something so compelling about watching my
thick cock disappear into Melville's small butt and then pulling out a bit
to watch my thick cock reappear as if by magic, it was also thoroughly
enjoyable, fucking him hard, he'd been trained well how to take dick, if I
do say so myself. Badrick pounced on my gyrating butt and slammed his cock
into my hole, slamming me relentlessly. At one point, the three of us were
connected via [Sense Share] and Dungeon Paul sidled into my body, with a
variation on [Sense Share] using a low strength [Possession] to share my
body instead of stealing it. Sharing my body with Dungeon Paul in this way
reminded me of the [Psychic Union] that resulted when Abus and Oneus fucked
me and we had all become one, sharing senses and memories and blurring into
each other. Except this was better as it was the four of us blurring
together, locked in blissful union.

Meanwhile Sven had woken up and started slamming in and out of Jim's hole,
Jim moaned sleepily, still half asleep. I reached out with a thought and
magic and included Sven and Jim into my mental orgy of selves. The six of
us shared each other's joys as if we were all one mind with 5 bodies, I
came so hard and it triggered a wave of orgasms through the rest of them as
each successive orgasm increased the pleasure for the rest until it was too
much to contain and we exploded and broke apart, our minds scattered back
to our original bodies.

There's a mental aftermath to using [Psychic Union] everythings kind of
fuzzy as you have to piece yourself back together mentally, reminding
yourself who you are and which body you are, especially difficult for me as
my body is so malleable, that my sense of Self is kind of skewed, doesn't
help that I've become used to being possessed and mind fucked.

Regardless, Badrick moves his sweaty body off me reluctantly, his stiff
cock easing out of me before slamming back in, then he kisses my neck and
rolls off me abruptly, his hard cock disappearing from sight as he puts on
his one piece of clothing and leaving. My hole feels empty.

Through my connection with Dungeon Paul I watch Badrick make his way
upwards and out of the dungeon through a small army of goblins, killing
none of them and returning to his employer for another day of work.

"Sven stick your dick in me."

Sven just looks at me for a long moment before saying "Yes sir."

He pulls out from Jim's hole and kneel-walks the short distance and slams
his still hard cock into me, filling the emptiness within me. I glance over
at Jim who's already fast asleep, he's not much of a morning person, he
prefers the night, I can't blame him. I work him hard.

Sven's cock hits the spot nicely and not long after I've got Melville under
me, facing me, his legs up in the air, as I fuck him hard and fast as Sven
fucks me, all the while kissing him fervently as I work towards having my
second physical orgasm in Melville's hot hole. I rock back and forth faster
and faster fucking him and being fucked. I groan and let out the sound of a
wounded animal as I unload into Melville again, he's such a good little
fucker. I love fucking him and unlike with Felix, I don't feel any guilt
about lying to him as he's already blood bound to me and knows I'm demonic
and doesn't care. He loves my big fat cock in his tight hole and getting
fucked over and over again. He has an excellent attitude, unlike Jim, who
gets moody about being fucked too often when not working.

While I would love to stay in bed and just keep fucking Melville forever
and ever, there's lot to be done, foremost, improving my living situation,
just because I'm the dungeon's bitch (in more ways than one) doesn't mean I
should accept such basic living conditions.

I walked bare ass naked to the core room and was surprised to see a earth
golem with a cock guarding the shiny rock that was the heart of the
dungeon, I guess Dungeon Paul deliberately withheld that information from
me, sketchy man.

"Interesting."

"Like it? It's a prototype body. Want to help me test it out?"

I knew where this was going and it was definitely going to get weird.

"Before that, I'm going to need a bunch of stuff before I can be of real
use to you and the stronger I get, the stronger you'll be."

"I'm listening, what do you want?"

"Well I want a bigger bedroom, with an adjoining bathroom, training room, a
forge and a potion workshop."

"Yeah Yeah, I'll do all that, now touch my rock."

I rolled my eyes and touched his core, that was on a small mound of earth,
meanwhile behind me the earth elemental with the foot long rock cock,
grabbed onto my hips and slammed its rock rock all the way into my wet
hole. It felt weird, solid and yet cold, lacking any human warmth. "FUck!"
I groaned out, while the stone cock lacked warmth, it didn't lack hardness,
thickness or length. Nor was the golem hindered by the concept of petty
human stamina, so it's fucking was rough and relentless.

"Hmmm. It's not ideal." Dungeon Paul said, while draining my mana and
forming the rooms that I requested, according to the concepts I had in
mind. The joys of multitasking, the both of us could both split our mind to
deal with various tasks, him more than me but still I could have a whole
telepathic conversation with him about design aesthetics while
simultaneously sharing the senses of his fuck golem, understanding the
general design principles of its design. It wasn't that complicated as he
had used my golem that he absorbed as a template and simply extrapolated
upwards from there.

"FUCKING HELL!" I screamed out, as I finally got some results from
[Enduring] as the arm thick rock cock violated my insides at ever
increasing speeds and violence. I used [Psychic Link] & [Sense Share] with
Dungeon Paul as I was fucked so that he was both the fucker and fuckee, a
rock cock has little sensation after all. He was just doing it for a
laugh. It was remarkably intense and orgasmic all the same.

"This is some seriously fucked up shit." Michael said as he appeared from
his rooms to see what all the noise was about. Felix just looked at me with
loathing, which hurt but not as much as I thought it would, then again I
was being brutally sodomised by an upgraded version of my golem which
increased both my intelligence and constitution via the effects of
[Enduring]. This was a very weird but effective and enjoyable form of
attribute training and I couldn't work up the energy to care about Felix's
feelings. My cock was too hard and a hard cock has no conscience. Far too
horny to stop.

"Morning. GUYS. SleEp WELL?" I tried to engage in morning greetings but it
was hampered by the fact that the stone golem was trying very hard to get
me off, as Dungeon Paul's stone avatar lacked the necessary equipment to
orgasm itself, so it was all up to me.

"You're ridiculous, we're going to get some fresh air."

"UH. Great. FUCK!" I came, hard, the hard cock getting fatter inside me,
pushed me spiralling over the edge. I landed face down on the dirt, dignity
nowhere to be found, stone cock still lodged inside me, broken off from the
main body from the force of my fall and poor structural integrity.

"Hmm think that's a design flaw. The next time will be even bigger and
better."

"uh sounds like a plan." I lay there for a bit, recovering from the intense
inhuman fucking. I gingerly pulled out the stone cock from my my ass and
washed it with [Call Water]. A momento of my first time with a golem.

I hobbled my way to the bathroom and washed off all the blood and dirt off
my body.

The earth elemental was added as a mini boss to the core room for when
Michael or Felix were asleep. The fact that it had a foot long rock cock,
three inches thick and five around, was just a weird detail that I'm sure
Adventurers would overlook or maybe not. Maybe they'd get sodomised to
death if they managed to get past the goblin camp, who knows?

After I got cleaned up and had a chat with Dungeon Paul about future
prospects, I left to check on the progress of the construction of the
dungeon town. Dungeon Paul replaced the wyvern outfit he had stolen and
absorbed with a duplicate version, so I was suitably outfitted to deal with
non dungeon dwellers.

Deva had made remarkable progress while I had been otherwise occupied in
the dungeon depths.

She had set up an army of a hundred earth golems to collect and stack the
stone blocks she created into a low wall around the mountain's middle. She
had worked late into the night to direct the golems and enchant basic
defenses into the stone wall.

She was asleep in her own room in the half built Town Hall guarded by her
ever loyal mithril guardians.

I went to visit the lower camp to have my morning strategy and sodomy
session with Dad and Frederic. The sight of the lower camp was impressive
in it's own way, while Deva had done a more professional job at creating
the heart of the new city, the others had worked hard using their own
skills to create their own permanent settlement. A section of the forest
had been cleared to provide lumber and firewood, allowing for the creation
of log houses to serve as semi permanent shelters, rocks had been piled up
in a crude rock wall that could double as an ammo dump for some simple rock
throwing. A lot of people were up and about venturing out in the forest for
more food, water and wood.

After asking a couple of people for directions, I soon found where Dad was
staying, one of the few stone buildings in this settlement. Deva must have
helped him set it up sometime during the night. Dad was not happy when he
saw me.

Dad and I had words, I had kind of forgotten about my other slaves in all
the excitement of returning to the dungeon, he had them stay with him in
the makeshift camp at ground level. He punished me, by spanking my bare
bottom, which was kind of hot, and I got hard and the spanking got a lot
more violent and sexual as he threw me onto the ground, pinning me face
down and fucked me HARD. After getting fucked by the golem, it was a relief
to feel a hard hot cock in my ass again, even if Dad stayed mostly
dressed. It was a little awkward when the slaves walked in to find me face
down and getting fucked by my 'dad'. Luckily Dad came soon after they
showed up to find out what the noise was about and I honestly didn't care
about their opinions on the matter, so it was a minor inconvenience.

I did notice that out of the four of them, only Munaac kept her gaze away
as I got redressed again. Tunkux sniffed the air and eyed my still hard
cock with open curiousity, the Elven prince looked on in transparent
jealousy and the Elven princess looked shocked yet intrigued.

I escorted the four of them to the dungeon and introduced them to Dungeon
Paul and said they'd be permanent guests and that they should have their
rooms close to mine. Once they were settled into their new rooms. I went
back to help with the dungeon town construction efforts, in theory the town
would be mine and I should be seen to contribute.

They would be guests of the dungeon until the dungeon had sufficiently
mapped their biology, while their deaths would expedite that process
significantly, their deaths would pose a problem to what little remains of
my conscience. Killing the beasts was hard enough even though I knew they
could be quickly resurrected, resurrecting sentients was far more
complicated and troublesome.

I poured my own efforts into assisting the construction efforts by shaping
and commanding rock. I didn't have a natural affinity for the element but
thanks to Dungeon Paul and my possession of his rock body, I knew how to
shape it to my will with unnatural expertise.

I alternated my efforts between creating stone blocks and recovering my
mana through [Meditation] & [Energy Drain].

Once Deva awoke, I fed her mana directly through [Infusion] to help her
resupply her mana supplies faster. She could more effectively use mana than
I could to build the town and she had a better eye for construction and
enchantment than I did. As such I simply shadowed her learning even more
about earth magic and enchantments as I fed her mana until the sun set
where we both went our separate ways. She went off to do her thing looking
after Nessa and her girls, while I went off to feed the dungeon my mana
during the night and let my body be possessed by Dungeon Paul as I made use
of his powers to better understand the nature and structure of mana,
magical plants and beasts and goblins, as well as the dungeon itself.

Day 3

I woke up naked under the earth elemental, covered in bruises and dirt, my
ass throbbing in pain. My constitution and especially my endurance rose
substantially since the last time I checked.

Dungeon Paul had taken to testing out his earth golem avatar while also
possessing my body, so as to test it more thoroughly and to really
experience the golem fucking first hand. Judging by how sore my ass was, he
liked it a lot since he kept doing it over and over again throughout the
night. Might have had something to do with Michael and Felix exploring the
new town and socialising with other humans, which included Sven for some
reason, while Jim and Melville returned to their night jobs as whores in a
futile effort to satisfy nearly five thousand or so hard cocks.

I washed up and enjoyed a nice long soak in my own private soaking pool,
designed to emulate the one in Derby but bigger and better, so that I could
wash up with the boys after a long sweaty session. I could heat it and cool
it with mana, so that it stayed the perfect temperature.

Dungeon Paul sent me a mental alert when it registered the arrival of Dad
and Frederic within the dungeon proper. They were the two strongest people
to venture into the dungeon and it had worried Dungeon Paul immensely. Not
surprising, since they're both Legends.

I watched with Dungeon Paul as Dad and Frederic tore through the dungeon's
defenders with ease. Dad as a Pheonix Blade served as the vanguard of the
two man party while Frederic as a Sharpshooter kept alert for threats
ahead, above and around them.

A single slice of Dad's blade was enough to kill the first goblin
instantly, his enchanted blade burning through flesh and bone with
ease. Frederic got bored and simply used [Penetrating Shot] to kill the
next 3 goblins at once, the arrow piercing through the skulls of three
goblins before hitting the ground. Dad charged ahead, sword tip out and
pierced and tackled the next goblin through the heart killing it, then
decapitated the next, disemboweled the next one and stabbed the last goblin
in the eye, right through it's brain.

The hobgoblin boss of the first floor, fared no better, decapitated in one
strike by dad and they proceeded onwards with little concern. They tore
through the next two floors without pause, killing anything that stood in
their way with deceptive ease and remarkable brutality.

I had walked over to the core room to wait and watch accompanied by the
earth elemental, minus a rock cock. This was a serious test of the dungeon
defenses and the rock cock would just get in the way.

The fourth floor, now with four hundred goblins and about 100
hobgolins/variants posed more of a challenge to the pair but not that
much. Dad stood guard while Frederic unleashed an [Arrow Storm], what would
result from a hundred basic archers firing at once was achieved by Frederic
alone. Not only did Frederic manage to unleash a hundred arrows within
quick succession, they all hit their targets with remarkable precision and
lethality, ending the threat posed by the hundred hobgoblin/variants before
they could even get close to the pair. Then Frederic stashed his bow and
pulled out his second weapon, his sword and the two of them waded into the
ranks of the basic goblins slashing and slicing, Dad's blade slicing
through enemies faster than the eye could track while Frederic hung back to
protect Dad's rear from sneak attacks.

Dad displayed his Legendary skill [Pheonix Flight], which pulled out all
his mana into the sword and unleashed an image of a flaming pheonix into
the mass of goblins and setting aflame hundreds of goblins at the same
time. After that it was a short and bloody one sided battle where the
remaining forces were exterminated by the pair. Low level goblins were no
match against two Legends, even if they were low ranking warrior types.

Frederic collected his arrows from the unlucky variants, victim to his
Legendary Perk of [Lethal Accuracy].

They proceeded towards the core room and I asked "Hello, what brings you
here?"

"Just want to test out the dungeon. Why are you naked?" Dad asked.

"This is my new home, I'll be naked if I want."

Dad shrugged "Is this the last dungeon boss?"

"More or less."

"Let's try it out."

"GET SOME!" Dungeon Paul shouted, using the golem as a medium for
[Broadcast], a spell that allows you to broadcast thoughts aloud as it
rushed toward them.

Dad and Frederic exchanged a glance before Dad guarded while Frederic used
[Penetrating Shot] to fire arrows repeatedly towards the golem's center to
pierce it's core. Each arrow chipped more and more defenses away from it's
'heart'.

When the golem got too close to Frederic, Dad sliced at it with his
enchanted sword and pierced through it's core, undermining the magic that
kept it working and rendering it inert and useless.

"Congratulations on your victory, brave heroes, let me reward you
personally." I moved over to dad and hugged him, groping his crotch, which
quickly got the desired reaction and I soon had a hard cock in hand.

"Is this the reward for every successful delver?" Frederic asked.

"Only the very hottest and the best."

"I've had worse rewards." Frederic said, coming up from behind, hard cock
in hand, which quickly slammed inside my hungry hole.

"FUCK ME!"

"Don't mind if I do." Dad said, lifting my legs up and fucking into me
too. It took only a few seconds before I was sandwiched between the two
studs and fucked hard and fast.

"Fuck me daddy." I moaned and Dad covered my mouth and fucked me harder. I
wrapped my legs around my well armored and armed daddy and let him fuck me
stupid.

I used [Sense Share] to bask in their satisfaction as they fucked me and it
didn't take that long before they were both pumping me full of cum and life
energy and I was gasping as I spurted out a load on dad's armor.

Afterwards, Dad and Frederic put away their cocks and Frederic said,
"There's going to be a town hall meeting after lunch to discuss
developments, you should probably show up since you're supposed to be in
charge."

"I'll get washed up and come out then."

"Don't be late." Dad said.

"We'll be sure to visit again soon." Frederic said with a big smile and a
grope of his softening cock.

Then they left.

"Well that could have gone better." Dungeon Paul said, having reconstituted
his golem avatar, complete with rock cock.

"Yeah but I bet you got a lot of mana and DP out of it."

"Yeah they're tasty and that sex was hot, you animal."

"Yeah I know." Despite neither of them being Mages, they both had large
pools of mana and life energy to leech off, which I knew from personal
experience.

"Next time I'm going to possess you before they reach the fourth floor,
then they can double team my ass."

"It's still my ass, even when you're possessing my body."

"My ass." He said, as he grabbed onto me, bent me over and slammed that
rock cock inside me.

An hour later after a brutal session of fucking by a rock golem, followed
by a hot soak and the return of my sleepy very well fucked boys I got
dressed.

Then it was time for the first council meeting for the town, involving the
core members of my group of misfits, thieves, adventurers and whores. Or at
least that was the idea, the reality was somewhat different.

I was accompanied out of the dungeon by Felix, Michael and an upgraded
Earth Elemental with a Sub Core, possessing Dungeon Paul's essence. Along
with my five slaves and two boy whores.

The meeting was attended by a lot of people and took place in the makeshift
town Hall.

Of the factions there were;

Adrian and ten thief captains, along with a couple of their `enforcers',
making up one of the largest groups, with over thirty men.

Myself accompanied by my five slaves and my two sleepy boy whores.

Dungeon Paul was essentially his own faction, there to interact with more
humans, accompanied by Michael and Felix, they had spent weeks together
after all.

Arnie backed by a dozen of his `elite' soldiers along with some
Adventurers.

Frederic was backed by his sons and their parties, Dale with the Swords of
Destiny and Minos with his group (Alec, Sammy, Dean and Kered).

Dominic sat to my right, accompanied by Deva for some reason, who was
accompanied by her two mithril body guards and a couple of water
elementals.

Human Paul sat with Sandra and Abus backed by several other Adventurers in
the effort to maintain the Adventurer's Guild as a powerful player.

Badrick accompanied his employer along with several other adventurers in
pursuit of mercantile monopoly.

Nessa was there with a selection of buxom babes who drew the attentions of
a lot of the attending men...

As the Lord of the land, I took charge after the conversation descended
into a cacophony of competing interests and bickering.

"ENOUGH! There are way too many people here and I have no interest in being
here forever, so let's cut through the nonsense and be quick about this, I
have other things to do."

Someone muttered something about "More like dicks to suck" but I have no
idea which of the many adventurers around said it. Nor did I particularly
care.

"Each faction, assign a delegate who can have one body guard accompany
them, everyone else fuck off."

"That's not fair." Someone else complained.

"I don't care. Sven you can stay, the rest of you can leave." I said waving
at my entourage, Sven merely nodded and the others looked relieved. My
guess was that Jim and Melville wanted to sleep and well my other slaves
were even more anxious after being dragged into the dungeon without
explanation, so they were probably keen to get away from me and my evil
demonic plots.

After much whinging and complaining and bickering, the factions broke up,
with a few people being picked out by me for various reasons to stay
behind, namely Stan and Emily.

The much reduced factions were;

Sven and me, Frederic and Minos, Dalton and Badrick, Human Paul & Abus,
Nessa and Deva, Duggan who had snuck in sometime during the chaos, Dungeon
Paul Elemental, Michael and Felix, Adrian and one of the Enforcers, Arnie
and one of his Adventurer pals, Dad, Stan and Emily.

Instead of over a hundred people, it was down to a little over twenty. An
improvement but still more people than I would have liked but it'd do for
now, more culls later.

"Okay, that's better, now, each of you give a short explanation as to what
you want and then I'll decide whether I'll grant it or not. Dad you should
start."

Dad stood up and all eyes were drawn to him, I couldn't help remembering
how good his naked body had felt not that long ago, pressed up against
mine, ramming his cock into me until we were both sweaty and sated. "I'll
make it quick, I have experience leading a town and it's development and I
think I should be assigned as Steward while the Lord is otherwise engaged."

"Granted." I said.

Michael was the first to complain. "Don't you think that's a little unfair
to the rest of us, who aren't related to you, to just give him control over
the rest of us so easily?"

I smiled evilly, "You're welcome to challenge my decision either by
demonstrating your superior experience as a leader of a town or by directly
duelling me. Which will it be?"

Michael fumed silently, I knew he neither had the experience to run a town
or the ability to beat me in one on one combat, the last time I had damaged
his soul, I wasn't opposed to doing it again to the sanctimonious corpse
hijacker. He had an overinflated sense of his own importance, simply
because he came from another world and thought he was special. "Neither."
he muttered.

"Great, moving on, Arnie, your petition."

"I've been doing my best to prepare the men for combat but I've been
limited with what I can do due to ah, time and money. I could do with more
funding and authority over the men to ensure the town has some protection
against threats, monstrous and otherwise."

"That's fine, you're the minister in charge of the army, I'll be relying on
you to prepare the infantry to fight off monster waves and greedy nobles."

Arnie smiled and nodded his head at me in supplication. "I look forward to
it."

"You can send requisition reports to my Steward or me as needed."

Arnie's smile dimmed a little at that before taking a seat. Probably wasn't
keen on doing paper work. Didn't blame him, a couple of days running a town
and I already hated the idea. Administration is tedious.

"Adrian, you're next, what's your proposal?"

"There's a lot of people engaged in low level crime and it's disrupting my
business."

"Aren't you a thief?" Arnie's body guard said, "Isn't crime a good thing
for you?"

"Not when it's not organised." Adrian replied somewhat bitterly.

"Adrian I appoint you leader of the Thieve's Guild and the Guard."

"What? You can't do that!" Arnie complained. "That's completely insane, you
can't put a Thief in charge of the Guard."

"Sure I can, who better to police crime than a crook who's seen it all, I
trust him to keep thieving to a minimum and train the next generation of
Thieves to focus their efforts on looting the dungeon, rather than the
civilians who don't have enough coin to make it worthwhile anyway. If he
fails in the task he can always be replaced by a more suitable candidate."

Both Adrian and Arnie looked alternately pleased and perplexed by my
announcement.

"I'll do my best to serve you my lord." Adrian said with a bow.

I knew I could trust him because he was blood bound to me, I'd give him a
ratio of crime that I'd allow and any other infringements would be harshly
punished. There was little need to steal from each other with a dungeon to
regularly raid.

"Dungeon Paul, do you have any requests?"

People looked between us like I was crazy, I hadn't exactly explained the
Earth Elemental to anyone. I guess people just assumed he was related to
Deva, since she also had a couple of earth golems at her side and a history
of golem usage.

"I still want a flesh body of my own."

"I know, I've got an idea for that but it'll take some more time and
thought, anything else?"

"Did you have anything in particular you wanted in the dungeon?" He asked
the crowd of very confused people.

"I should mention this is Dungeon Paul, this is his avatar at the moment,
he's the dungeon at the centre of the town and a Champion of one of the
Gods, the Adventuring one right?"

"Yes, he was very abrupt."

After some more shouting, confusion and general noise, things settled down
and people put in requests for a variety of things the most common of which
was various ores to mine. In particular, iron, marble and gold to mine or
harvest from goblins.

"I'll see what I can do." Dungeon Elemental Paul replied.

"Duggan what can I do for you?"

"Just curious what you're planning to do for entertainment?"

I shrugged. "People will find whatever way to amuse themselves." I said,
glancing at Nessa and Deva.

"Well I think it'd be fun to have a music hall or more taverns or something
to spice up the place, everyone's so busy with boring stuff."

"I appoint you the minister for entertainment then, I look forward to
seeing what you'll do to entertain the public." I said with a vicious
smile.

"Oh, it'll be exciting stuff." Duggan said, with a bow, a smile and with
that promptly exited stage left. Such an odd Legend.

Emily raised her hand shyly and I pointed to her and said. "Yes you had a
question?"

"Why are we here?" she said pointing to her sexy betrothed and to herself.

"Well I need someone to be the head priestess for the Bodecia temple and as
for Stan, I have a special mission for him." Stan gulped audibly, nervous
at what I'd say next. After all I doubt he mentioned our little tryst to
his betrothed. I promptly put him out of his misery. "I want him to help
train up my men, so they can become my personal knight retinue.

Emily was still staring at me in shock as was Stan. "I'm not worthy of
being a head priestess."

"Don't think there are any other Priests around to do it, I'll probably
have to raise a temple to Nil too."

"Definitely." I heard a whisper in my mind and got a vision of Nil rubbing
his hands together in glee. To say a God's name is to invoke their
attention, hence why they were often referred to by their title to avoid
having a God's attention drawn. This was not always followed for a variety
of reasons.

"Uh are you sure?" Stan said.

"Yes, you should be the most qualified for the position as you've had
formal training as a squire."

"You don't think my men will be enough?" Arnie asked.

"I'm putting you in charge of the infantry and their training, I have need
of my own private force for my own personal protection among other
reasons. Having a small elite force of knights is just one part of my
overall objectives for the town. I plan on having a squad of Rangers to do
recon of the area and perform necessary monster culling, Frederic will be
in charge of that."

"I'd rather not, I'm a farmer these days." Frederic replied.

"I know but you'd only need to do it until you've trained Alec to take
over."

Frederic chuckled.

"What do you plan on doing with me Lord?" Michael asked sarcastically.

I shrugged "nothing much, I had planned for you to run messages from
Dungeon Paul to human Paul but that seems unnecessary now he can venture
outside and talk to him himself. (the telepathy providing the ability to
talk to others.) Paul meet Paul, Paul is in charge of the Adventurer's
Guild here and Paul is in charge of the dungeon... I'm sure you'll be great
friends, you have the same name after all." They looked between each other
and me in confusion. Confusion on an earth elemental is an odd thing to
witness, though I was more aware of it than others due to our connection.

"I'm leaving then." Michael said before stomping off with Felix following
behind silently.

To think I used to consider them friends, how strange, I've grown so far
apart from them in a month. In a way they seem like complete strangers or
maybe I'm the strange one, I do have part of my soul locked within a
dungeon core after all..

After that the meeting was pretty quick and simple, with only a few things
to deal with, Richard wanted confirmation as to ownership of the
Adventurer's Market and Nessa had picked a spot for her future brothel that
she wanted to be acknowledged and deeded to her. Both of which I agreed to
before I appointed Deva the minister of Magic and Construction and finally
the meeting was over and I could return to the dungeon.

Night time.

I end up possessed again and I watch in wry fascination as Dungeon Paul
seduces and beds both Elven twins. Both of them end up getting fucked by
his big cock, or mine I guess, pronouns for possession is such a puzzling
problem.

My first time with a woman and I wasn't even there for the event, I mean I
watched a little of it but I had other things going on of far greater
importance. I was far too busy playing god with the beast kin cubs. I made
use of the Cored Golem Avatar to provide the beast kin cubs with an
experimental grafting potion made with goblin baby blood.

It seemed effective enough for a trial run... It increased their cellular
growth rate by a hundred times, for an hour, which given their beast kin
biology resulted in an equivalent aging of about 500 (girl)- 700 hours
(boy). I ran extensive and very thorough exploration of their biology using
the power of the dungeon to make sure there weren't any severe unintended
side effects. There wasn't other than some minor issues, namely calorie
deficits and mana starvation. Both of which was easily solved by pumping
them full of mana to counter the side effects and fuel their rapid
aging/growth.

Then I made more of the potions, gave them to them, along with nutrient
supplements formed from concentrated plesh juice.

My Alchemist Class increased by one for the novel application of an ageing
potion on something other than a humonculi. Based on memories from Dungeon
Paul's world, this line of experimentation was ethically questionable but a
useful way of invoking SORAS (Soap opera rapid aging sydnrome). It could
also be diluted and used as a more convoluted steroid to aspiring
Adventurers. Soon my army will be invincible... muahahaha...

I think I may have gone crazy...

Day 4

The morning after Dungeon's Paul's misuse of my body with the Elven twins,
I washed up thoroughly feeling very awkward and conflicted about the
events. I think I'm spending far too much time with my mind in a rock, it's
making me a little fucking CRAZY.

Anyway, the earth golem fucks me again, which is sufficient to empty my
balls and scratch the itch of butt fucking that lingers in my mind.

I venture outside to check on the developments of my town in my
absence. Everyone's hard at work.

The Adventurer's guild has a completed first floor with food, drinks and
the quest counter staffed by Sandra. Paul and Abus are in the back managing
the paper work.

Deva has started focusing her attentions on finishing her Mage tower, much
to the frustration of Michael and Sandra, who can get fucked... and they
do... I watched the two of them fuck the previous night via dungeon
snooping. I didn't watch for more than a couple of seconds before resuming
more interesting activities, such as examining my soul anchor contained
within the dungeon core.

Michael comes finds me to continue the argument from earlier about keeping
Sven and the others as slaves.

Sven looks constipated as Michael comes find me to yell at me.

"You have to let him go, he's a person, he has rights." Michael said,
backed by Felix, while Sven lingered awkwardly in the background of my new
office in the Town Hall. At some point it will serve as the focal point of
government and defense, though, it's still very much a work in progress,
with only the first floor completed and none of the fancy enchantments that
the Adventurer's Guild has or the Central Wall has.

"You know what, I don't really care about your nonsensical opinion, noone
has any rights, your whole philosophy is based around the principle of
force, the only reason that your world had rights was that you had enough
resources and weapons to maintain the illusion of civility while people in
less advanced and resource rich areas did all the work you didn't want to
and suffered and died under the whims of the powerful."

"How do you know all this stuff?"

"I haven't been getting possessed without gaining anything from it, besides
exploring the magic of monster creation, I've also learned all about your
world from Paul's memories, he may not find it worthwhile remembering his
highschool education but it's a treasure trove of information for me."

"Slavery is wrong, you can't own people, they have to be free to pursue
life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness."

I glanced behind at Sven who had spent far too much time around problematic
influences while I was busy being a god rock for my liking, he had been
compromised. I shrugged and said "Fine, Sven, you're free of your contract,
I release you." I muttered the release phrasing and Sven's collar loosened
and fell off.

"See I told you I'd free you." Michael said gleefully.

"Great, now return all the things I bought for you to do your job as my
bodyguard and have fun on your journey through enemy territory back to your
homelands."

"That's not fair, you can't take away his stuff."

"You're wrong, they're my things that I bought so that he could keep me
safe, if he wants to be free, he can be free, I'll just write off the cost
of buying his services and keep the weapons to give to someone more loyal,
or just give it to Paul to replicate for future Adventurers as prizes when
he's bigger. Now hand them over Sven."

"Could we talk about this, I think this might have been a
misunderstanding." Sven said, suddenly a lot more worried, now that there
were consequences to his treachery.

"Not interested, hand over the gear and be gone, I'll just replace you with
another golem, it's not like I need that much protection any more."

"You don't have to give him anything." Michael said.

"You think the three of you can beat me into submission? I'd like to see
you try."

Michael shares a glance with Felix who shakes his head with a sullen
look. There's a reason Mages are higher ranked than warriors, while
warriors have a lower learning curve at the early stages, they don't do so
well against a moderately developed mage, even a low ranking fire mage can
be a nightmare to fight, what with fire ball being easy to cast and with a
low mana cost to burn warriors from a mid range. The three of them working
together might be hard to deal with but it'd only take one banishment on
Michael and the whole effort would fall apart.

"You can't think you can just do whatever you want."

"Sure I can, I'm literally the Lord of this fucking place, the only person
that can countermand my orders is the Eternal King, or someone strong
enough to take me down. You think you can do that you dumb min maxxer?"

"Once I'm a Dimensional Mage, you wont be able to stop me from taking over
everything."

"Yeah well by the time you find a Time Mage to teach you a decent time
spell and actually become a Legendary Dimensional Mage, I'll be a Legend
myself and deeply embedded in the dungeon, so I don't fancy your chances."

"This isn't the last you'll hear about this. Come on Sven, let's celebrate
your freedom."

Sven looked conflicted and a little awkward standing there in just his
small clothes, after ditching all the armor and gear I had bought and
modified for his use. He hadn't needed much else, as I had provided him
with basically everything he had and he hadn't worn that much underneath as
we had a habit of fucking throughout the day. "I didn't want it to end this
way."

"Screw him, he's a demonic asshole." Michael said with vitriol, while
handing over his robe to cover him up.

Felix looks at me with disgust and I just glance at him with disinterest, I
don't even care that he hates me any more. I don't even care that Sven has
abandoned me. People have always been confusing and unreliable.

As soon as they leave I make use of a slime core to create a new golem body
guard and leave to the dungeon to work off my bad mood.

There's a steady stream of Thieves and porters moving back and forth, the
thieves killing their way through the three floors while the porters carry
all the goods out, which included water, goblin & bunny carcasses and
various plants.

I ventured into the dungeon depths to work on Sven's replacement. I have an
idea to solve all of my problems, but it's going to hurt and it's going to
require a bunch of stuff. I get to work on making mana stones and
understanding myself.

If everything goes well, I'll have solved Dungeon Paul's problems and mine
all with one action.

Later that evening I collected samples from Sandra, Deva and Abus, with
various amounts of cajoling.

Day 5

I work with Dungeon Paul to make him some nice fleshy avatars.

Normally it'd take more floors and a higher mana concentration before a
dungeon could create a fleshy avatar but I've got a way to bypass the usual
process through Alchemy and the dungeon contract. Mostly I just want
Dungeon Paul to stop making my body fuck the princess, it's uncomfortable.

I'm not a high enough level to make humonculi the normal way but as should
be obvious by now, I'm not much for normal.

Typically a chimera king focused on internal improvements will [Extract] a
trait from monster through blood magic and graft it onto themselves with a
`grafting potion'. The name of the potion varies depending on the alchemist
but is generally based off the monster bodies, eg Troll potion, to grant
rapid regeneration. To do this it's usually advisable to create a
humonculi, an advanced alchemical product that is essentially a clone of
the intended imbiber made through a drop of blood added to a solution
involving goblin blood then matured via Elf blood. Then that mindless,
soulless copied and cloned body will imbibe the potion to test for side
effects. That's how Alec and Minos got their `traits' by visiting the
Capitol with their dads and having their blood sampled and tested to find
the best trait for them with a minimum of side effects. Grafting potions
are expensive as hell due to the level of the Alchemist needed to create
them. Chimera Kings are rare, due to the low combat nature of their earlier
stages and how often they die from failed experiments.

Due to our combined limitations, we make do with what we have. I place my
hand on the core and feed it my knowledge and mana and I slice my wrists
and my blood spills onto the earth and the puddles of blood seperate into
two distinct sections, pumped full of mana and intent and fed with goblin
blood and elf blood through a complicated method fueled via dungeon magic
and alchemy to become two differentiated versions of me.

Both of them versions of myself, based on the `save points' that Dungeon
Paul has of me. The slim one is a clone of me from when I had first entered
the dungeon and had become contracted with it. The larger clone is the
version most similar to the me of now, a blank mirror image.

I name the beefy one, Alpha and the slim one Beta.

I gained flesh craft as a spell...

The effort to create two humonculi drain the both of us of mana but it
doesn't take us long before we take our new creations for a test
run. Because we are both perverts, Dungeon Paul possesses both of them and
I fuck Beta while Alpha fucks me.

It's indescribable to recount how satisfying it is to fuck a version of
yourself while another fucks you... An experience so rarefied that only
horny gay identical triplets would know what it's like and even they
wouldn't know what it was like to share that experience with someone
complete different from you while sense sharing every experience..

It's pure incarnate bliss.

That said, I did have objectives other than mere pleasure, namely testing
the limits of my shapeshifting and trait acquisitions. I fucked Beta, then
let Alpha fuck Beta to see if there was any difference in the samples we
pumped in it's bowels. The answer was no...

That was just one experiment, the second was cores, both were given one, to
replace their stomachs, making them immortal and bypassing the need for
sustenance. They'd live off mana alone, though they could imbibe and digest
limited quantity of food and drink via a heavily modified digestive system
which processed it in the liver instead...

Their biology was... an experiment as well.

Then each of them were granted a portion of the soul that Dungeon Paul had
collected from me long ago, which allowed them to access the System.

I gained [Soul manipulation] and [Soul Splitting] as spells and unlocked
Necromancer as a class option.  While dungeons were powerful they didn't
gain mastery benefits, they just ended up with more abilities and
mana. Still their raw power combined with a Mage is potent, hence why
dungeon cores are a vital ingredient in forming divine level artifacts,
though usually a divine artifact required a dungeon core with 5-10
floors. A dungeon core that had 5 floor prior to harvesting would allow the
Mage to channel the powers of time and space, to teleport freely and ten
would allow for the ability to terraform an area...

Alpha became a Warrior, while Beta became a Mage.

Now I could make up for my own mistakes and my own necessary choices to
make min maxers loyal only to me... After all who can you trust if not
yourself, or version of yourselves cloned from parts of your body and soul
manufactured with the help of a dungeon.

As for the goblins, their numbers have almost gone back to what they were
as there are 140 goblin females capable of giving birth so they can pop out
roughly 700 goblins a day. That means my new humonculi clone brothers can
kill 700 goblins a day and I can offer their deaths to Nil while they enjoy
the benefits of power levelling.

Since I had essentially taken away Dungeon Paul's new toys we made some
copies and started really experimenting, I extracted traits and manipulated
the essence of the clones made to refine something more... primal and
demonic.

It was a good thing the others were busy with their own activities as our
efforts would be abhorrent to normal boring ethical people.

The new humonculi had traits extracted, then used to create new single
trait clones.

After a long bloody day of experimentation I became a level 33 Alchemist
and I had 10 clones... and Dungeon Paul had one fleshy avatar that he liked
enough to keep.

Of my ten clones all had the shapeshifting trait that allowed for easier
grafting and removal of `traits'.

Alpha had his affinities for Mind, Fire and water magic forcibly extracted
and given to three `blank' Mage clones to create specialised Mage clones,
with a single affinity to work with.  Beta had his affinity for Fire
extracted and given to Paul Junior, Dungeon Paul's shapeshifted avatar.

Bits of my mind and soul were scattered to the remaining eight clones to
create 4 mages, aiming towards four specialisations, earth, fire, water and
mind, with one needing an earth affinity that I would collect from
Deva. Three alchemists were made, each with a different path to follow,
aiming towards the three known Legendary Alchemist classes and the last but
not least of the clones would pursue knowledge and enchantment as a
scholar.

Gamma was the Mage with the fire affinity.  Delta was the Mage pending
earth affinity.  Epsilon was the Mage with mind affinity.  Zeta was the
Mage with the water affinity.

Theta was the Alchemist designated to the pursuit of the path of the Drug
Kingpin Omicron was the Alchemist designated to pursue the path of the
Mecha Master Sigma was the Alchemist designated to pursue the path of the
Chimera King

Omega was designated the scholar.

Now that I had a small army of clones it's time for an orgy... I fucked
mind affinity into Alpha and Omega while Dungeon Paul and the others
descended into a free for all.. excess affinities could be extracted as
necessary and bottled for later use to make particular grafting potions.

Michael and Felix walked in to find a clone orgy in progress and promptly
left with Michael making a snide remark...

Considering I was being double teamed by Paul Junior and Paul elemental
while Alpha fucked my face, while everyone was subjected to Sense
sharing... I didn't have the brain power to respond or even remember what
he said.

I'd optimise my brother/son/clones more later. I had so many ideas to try
out, once all of us were fed/fucked out.

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Author's Note...

This last part was inspired partly by Sense8, Resident evil 4, Red vs blue
and Full Metal Alchemist in no particular order of importance. Sense8 for
psychic orgies, Red vs Blue for fragmenting personalities into greek
alphabets, Resident Evil for superpowered clone army (gone far too soon)
and full metal alchemist for humonculi.

Next chapter: Dungeon Life – Lucius moves into the dungeon full time to
pursue alchemy but there are frequent distractions, nobles trying to jump
his claim, assassins with a multitude of weapons, Gods with agendas,
champions with chronic sense of entitlement, clones to level up and awkward
family reunions...

This chapter took forever because scope creep is a nightmare and rising
complexity is a pain and I suck.