Asmodean and his slaves were back on the barge, heading upriver towards home. The Dungeon had been a bust. It was evident Rampage had spent months building a complicated labyrinth to make intruders confused and lost. He expected there was some shortcut that allowed for easy access to the Dungeon proper, but it wasn't worth the effort to find it.
He had dumped Rampage's body in his Dungeon. He had intended to haul up the satyr's bodies too, but found they collapsed into dust. Without Rampage, there was no Soul Crystal, without the Crystal, the monsters faded to dust.
Mainly he was concerned with not leaving evidence of a Dungeon Master battle along the river, but after a quick cleanup there was nothing left but to return home.
Everyone was in good cheer, despite the close call with Ella. As Asmodean thought about it, things had gone as well as expected. He had defeated a Dungeon Master and taken his power, and hadn't lost anything in return.
Soula jumped into a hug as soon as they returned home. The manifestation of his Soul Crystal couldn't leave the Dungeon, and the naked blonde clinging to him was a welcome feeling.
"My conquering hero!" Soula exclaimed before planting a kiss on Asmodean's lips. Asmodean returned the kiss enthusiastically, a hunger to celebrate growing in his loins.
They were only at the entrance of the Dungeon, but Ella had her father- and one of her brothers- pinned against the wall already, the wild look in her eyes of a slut that needed a proper fucking. It was obvious the need to celebrate was on her mind too.
"Sex Den." Asmodean ordered. The filthy bedroom stinking of sex and fluids was the proper place to have a wild, nasty orgy. He was in a savage mood, the exhilaration of battle and the thrill of victory making him rock hard.
Ella nodded, grabbing her incest fucktoys by their cocks and pulling them towards the Sex Den. Asmodean tossed Soula over his shoulder, easily handling the naked blonde.
The musty smell of the Sex Den hit him like a brick. The familiar smell was comforting and invigorating, a feeling shared by his harem. Sprites and humans alike moaned with anticipation, rushing into the dark, filthy room. This place had only one purpose, and they were here for that purpose.
He threw Soula on the bed, the blonde squealing with excitement. She scrambled onto elbows and knees, arching her back and pushing her ass in the air. Neither of them were interested in foreplay or sexy games. He was going to fuck her. She was going to get fucked. Her submissive, eager look begged for cock, begged for a conquering hero to rape and pillage her tender body. Soula's eyes were desperate for him to conquer her totally.
Asmodean ripped his pants off. The Life Magic Asmodean had gain granted a passive buff to strength, and the increased power he felt was exhilarating. He roared, Master of his Domain.
His cock sprang free, rock hard and already dripping with precum. His veiny monster strained and flexed, he could barely handle how horny he was.
But his eyes were fixed only on the wet cunt presented before him. Could see Soula straining as well, her pussy drooling with desire.
Asmodean got on the bed, towering over hungry, dripping cunt. He wasted no time lining his cock up with her willing gash. He could feel the heat of her pussy, a shock of electricity bolted through both of them as he pressed his sensitive head against her equally sensitive labia.
Unable to resist, Asmodean plunged in, sinking into her depths in one slow, smooth motion. Both moaned with relief, finally feeling the pleasure their bodies craved. Soula took him easily despite his size, eyes going wide as he stretched inside her. She gripped the fur blanket she was on with a white-iron grip, her entire world reduced to the feeling of her Master's cock stretching her depths.
Asmodean started thrusting with precision and power, expertly working his hips to exact every inch of pleasure. Soula could only hold fast and take it as Asmodean went to work on her, short stunned gasps moaning with every thrust as her tongue lolled. Soula's entire body was his to use, all thought short-circuiting from his expert domination.
Her orgasm came hard and fast, confused moans as her body couldn't handle the level of pleasure he was making her feel.
But Asmodean didn't care, he kept fucking, not relenting for a second.
He
was in control. Her cunt was made for
his
pleasure. He slammed his cock home with wild abandon, a conquering hero who took everything he wanted.
Soula wailed with wild abandon, screaming as Asmodean took full advantage. Her body shuddered and bucked, but Master's strong hands kept her in place, his massive muscles keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
Asmodean could feel his balls swell, heavy with cum. He was fucking with full power, nuts slapping noisily against Soula's clit, juices dripping wetly with each powerful thrust.
Asmodean grunted with every thrust, total focus on pleasuring his beast. He could feel the cum boiling inside his balls. It wouldn't last much longer.
"Im... gonna..." He muttered as he closed his eyes, steel piston somehow getting harder inside her. Soula moaned unintelligibly, reduced to rubble by her Master's unrelenting punishment.
"Yesss... Yessss.. YESSSAAARRRGGHHH!" Asmodean roared as his cock exploded. He drove to the hilt inside her as a massive surge of cum filled her willing cunt. Another wave of orgasm's spasmed through Soula's body, the blonde overwhelmed by the feeling of a throbbing cock cumming deep inside her.
Asmodean kept her pinned to him, ensuring his dick didn't slip out as Soula bucked her orgasm. He wasn't going to let her move until he allowed it. He roared as his he came, intimately aware of each wave of cum drenching her womb, gloriously flooding his woman. He was a Dungeon Master, blasting pure mana straight into his Soul Crystal's greedy snatch.
Her cunt started overflowing, a monumental amount of cum flooding her womb and overflowing. Asmodean came like a God, thick spurts of cum ejecting messily from Soula even as Asmodean blasted even more inside. He laughed maniacally as he emptied his balls in Soula. This is what she was here for. She existed to have her cunt filled by her Master. Both were in heaven.
With a final jerk, Asmodean let her Soula slip off. She had lost control of her body long ago, collapsing onto the bed. She breathed heavily as aftershocks of orgasms rippled through her body. A messy pulse of cum spurt out of her ruined pussy, a thick river pulsing out with every breath. Soula continued spasming with orgasm after orgasm, lying in a growing pool of her Master's glory.
Not that Asmodean noticed, he already had his attention on two sprites nearby. His greedy cock was still hard with lust. The two had been lezzing out as they watched their Master fuck. He didn't spare a thought for Soula, even as other sprites started crawling over her to eat the mess of cum straight out of her cunt.
The sprites squealed with joy as Asmodean pulled them both over, easily handling them with his enhanced strength. His cock was hard with victory, and he was ready to plunder.
He slapped the naked blue flesh of the sprite's ass, a tinge of purple coloring where he hit. He grabbed the hair of one, violently pulling her back, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. With his free hand he groped cruelly at her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching the nipples. The sprite wailed a confused moan, the pain of Asmodean's treatment warring with the pleasure of receiving her Master's attention.
Asmodean had created his bimbo water sprites in a lust-frenzied orgy. They existed solely for his pleasure, and with the power of the Soul Crystal could heal injured sprites and bring dead ones back to life.
It meant he could be as rough as he wanted with his sprites.
He was rarely cruel to his pets, naturally wanting to give pleasure as much as receive, but there was a violent energy in the air. The mad brawl against Rampage, the increased strength he felt, the risk to his wife- He needed to work out the messy mix of emotions he felt, and his sprites were there to have those feelings taken out on them.
He wasn't the only one. Ella was riding one of her brothers, as she repeatedly slapped her father in the face. Ella was strong, her father looking stunned, already bruised with a bead of blood running down his nose.
"Ella!" Asmodean commanded.
Ella looked back at him, a cruel glint in her eyes, a desire to inflict pain. She smiled wickedly at her husband, sliding up and down her brother's long shaft. Asmodean may be the ultimate authority in the Dungeon, but the Elarian men were thoroughly enslaved to the Mistress of the Dungeon.
Still, he couldn't bring humans back from the dead. Only constructs of the Soul Crystal.
"If you need to beat something, use one of the water sprites. I don't want you killing your family."
She grimaced, her violence needing an outlet. With an angry eyes she swung her hand to her fathers face, stopping at the last second. He flinched, and she laughed, stroking his cheek gently, teasing the poor man.
She turned back to Asmodean, never breaking the rhythm she had grinding on her brother's pole.
"You'll have to make me some boy monsters." Ella said, "I want to hurt something with a cock."
Asmodean grunted, he had never considered making male monsters before. He wasn't against the idea, just never thought of it.
"I'll see what I can do. For now though-" He snapped and pointed at a water sprite at random, "use her."
"Yes, husband." Ella said obediently as the sprite scrambled to present herself for a beating. The sprite had an awed look on her face, Asmodean could feel through the Soul Crystal the pure joy the sprite felt being singled out.
Ella licked her lips, grinding on cock as she sized up her willing victim.
Asmodean turned to his own sprites, yanking hard on the rope of hair he still had firmly in hand. The sprite yelped, her head pulled back as far as it could go, her tits thrust out as a result. There was pure joy in the sprite's eyes, a desperate need to be used by her Master.
"Mmmm..." Asmodean said, ogling the bimbo sluts chest. What a stunning specimen, blue skin with darker blue nipples. Large, round, pert breasts, with fat suckable nipples. His eyes flared with excitement.
Without warning he slapped the perfect flesh. Hard. The sprite squealed in both pain, and relief. Asmodean felt a flare of pleasure from his cruelty. The power he felt was overpowering.
"Did that hurt?" Asmodean asked, whispering in her ear as he lightly drew his fingertips along her skin. The sprite whimpered from the contrast.
"Ye- Yes." The sprite said, eyes closed, still pinned by her hair.
"Do you want me to stop?" Asmodean asked, licking her ear.
"Hhhhaaaa... No!" The sprite replied, fully enthralled by her Master's domination.
