Fighting Them There

Max awoke spooning with Sophie. Her back was pressed into his chest, and his erection was nestled between her legs. It felt very right, and he didn't really want to move, for fear that Sophie might stop touching him. His right arm joined hers in holding onto a third person. It was then that he remembered that Chaeryn had stayed with them over night. The small woman was clasped tightly to Sophie, her elvish face vanished in the Valkyrie's bosom. He kissed her shoulder and Sophie stirred. She pressed her butt backwards into him, an action that further engorged his morning wood. She also squeezed the elf in front of her, eliciting a groan from Chaeryn.

While there were certainly parts of him that wanted to spend all day mindlessly thrusting his boner between Sophie's legs, there was a thing he needed to know. He opened his status and was delighted to see that he had gone up in level. Since he hadn't literally cut down any of the monsters on his dungeon raid, that had been far from certain. There were no catch-up mechanisms, if he fell behind his lover, he would expect to fall farther and farther behind as future dungeon raids gave more level advancement to those who had already advanced in level. The system was not fair and did not pretend to be.

Having a beautiful woman in his arms was distracting enough that he took a while to really inspect all his stats and skills. He had to look very carefully, because as it gradually dawned on him: none of them had changed at all. That was, to Max's understanding, not how things worked. A hunter went up in level and their stats got bigger. This in turn allowed them to challenge stronger monsters in more dangerous dungeons that would provide more level advancement and more powerful dungeon equipment through chests. If Max's level went up and his stats didn't change, it meant that he'd be falling behind the other hunters even if he wasn't falling behind them in level advancement. He was just about to give in to despair so thoroughly as to have his penis go limp when he realized that something had indeed changed: he had a lot more Mastery to spend. Like, a

lot

more. He had been holding off in spending his mastery with the fear that doing so might physically alter his party members as it claimed that his Aesthetic Preference would become more powerful, but it seemed he had no choice.

That wasn't really accurate though. He had

many

available choices. It seemed that his class gave him nearly full control over where his stats and other class advancements went. There was a lot of green text, and he could sink his Mastery into improving many different things. Such customization was potentially very useful indeed. But of course, he didn't seem to get any do-overs and there was no guide for his class on the internet. If he heaped all his advancement benefits into physical strength and it

didn't

make him strong enough to act as a slayer, he'd have wasted his advancement with very little to show for it. He thought it was probably something that rewarded skillful planning, but he also didn't see how it was possible to acquire that skill. He needed to discuss it with his girlfriend. "Sophie?"

"Rmmhmm?" As she became more conscious, she started to notice her boyfriend's cock and began subtly squeezing it with her powerful thighs. If there had been any risk of his penis losing its hardness and mission statement, that danger had passed.

"What did you get for leveling up?" There was truly no doubt in his mind that Sophie had gone up in level. She'd taken on the hardest dungeon, and she'd racked up the most damage while doing it.

"Whuh? Oh." Taking in her surroundings, Sophie noticed that she had been using Chaeryn's small body as a body pillow. She didn't know what to think about that, and chose to concentrate on her own status. "Looks like big increases to physical strength, vigor, and agility, with smaller bonuses to mettle and tenacity, and I'm not sure if perception and magical strength got a little bigger or stayed the same. And it looks like I unlocked shield rush." One of the things that made B-tier classes so much better than those of the lower tiers was that they unlocked a new skill the first several times they leveled up. Shield rush was a mobility skill that E-tier Shieldbearers got; not individually impressive but great to have alongside all the other skills that Sophie already had.

Unsure of how to describe what his leveling had provided, Max decided to put a positive spin on it. "Looks like mine is fully customizable. Leveling up gives me Mastery that I can use to advance any of my stats or the green text in my skills." She disentangled herself from both Max and Chaeryn so that she could turn around and face Max. This process involved his penis being bent and waggled more than it was entirely comfortable with at the hardness she had inspired in it. Chaeryn rapidly achieved full wakefulness as she was extricated from Sophie's boobs. Max looked into Sophie's blue eyes, and then peaking up above her shoulder he saw Chaeryn's purple eyes looking down at him. "For me to get any advancement from leveling, I'll need to spend my Mastery. But that might change you, I don't really know."

"Do it!" Sophie didn't hesitate a moment before replying. Chaeryn wasn't vocal at all, but she nodded her head in what Max assumed was affirmation.

Max didn't think it was as easy as that. "It's not that simple. Even if we accept the risks of spending the Mastery in the first place, we still have to decide what to spend it on. We have to pick a

build

, but we don't know how much agility or physical strength I can actually buy. It might be that we can make me into a solid front liner, but it might just waste a bunch of Mastery."

Sophie propped herself on her elbow and looked at him quizzically. "Well, your first purchases are obvious." She said it like it actually

was

obvious. "Right now you can only have three slaves, and by the time the party is ready to raid a dungeon, you need

five

so that you can use your powers on the whole party." Eyebrows were arched. "Plus, you get Mastery from each slave progressing their seals, so upgrading your slave limit to five is an investment." He had to admit that she made an excellent point.

That decided, Sophie further dictated that she and Chaeryn should lie naked on the bed side by side so that when he spent the Mastery he could see if there were any changes. Considering the submissive urges that came with him spending Capitulation on improving his slaves, Max had no real idea what to expect. Both women lay out enticingly on the bed. He opened his status, and willed his slave limit to increase. The rune for three changed to a rune for four. It used a big chunk of his Mastery, but it was thankfully still green. Neither woman looked any different, and they seemed to be still waiting for something to happen. Max, however, felt very different. He was

horny

. "I think that spending Capitulation gives you a temporary submissive urge. And," it was hard to get words out with two beautiful pussies in front of him, "when I spend Mastery, it gives me a temporary

dominant

urge. I

hope

this is temporary. It's very hard to do anything but grab both of you and fuck your holes." He incremented his slave limit again, using up an even larger chunk of Mastery that left him almost empty. The rune for five was still green, which didn't make any sense. But at that point he was too aroused to care. Not that he had literally ever had enough Mastery to test what incrementing it again would even do.

Sophie smiled at him. She reached over to Chaeryn's vagina and spread her labia, revealing the pink flesh beneath the night-black exterior. "She's ready for you to be her master, Max. Stretch her out! Make her yours!" The Shadow Elf was shocked, but despite the fear in her eyes she opened her legs to receive him.

Max lay his pulsing member on the small elf's pelvis. The head reached her tight abdomen, and both he and Chaeryn experienced doubts that it could even fit inside her body. "Please!" Chaeryn didn't know what she was pleading for, but she wanted it badly. He had a pretty good idea, and pulled back enough that his head could be placed at the opening that Sophie had prepared for him. The elf was wet beyond anything that had ever happened in her life, but it was still an extremely tight fit. As her small body adjusted to accommodate his rod, her vocalizations became even more unintelligible. "Unnnngh!" She cried out.

Max was able to get most of his cock into her. He pulled back a bit and pushed forward again. With each thrust, he forced himself a little farther into her body. "Mine!" He shouted, then grabbed her by the flanks. He moved his hands down her body until he felt the bony solidness of her ilium. Using them as hand holds, he roughly pistoned the small elvish woman into his own pelvis again and again.

"Yes!" Sophie hissed. "She's yours.

Both

of us are yours!" The blond woman brought her face level with the point of unity between Max and Chaeryn. She panted and furiously stimulated her own sex as the elf's labia was stretched beyond what it had ever been stretched to before. For her part, Chaeryn could only grunt in agreement as her hands clenched on the sheets. Sophie put her own hand in the elf woman's and they held on tightly to each other as Chaeryn rode out a devastating earthquake of an orgasm.

Max didn't hold back at all. His cock slammed into the tight channel over and over again, giving her no time to calm down or even catch her breath. He had no idea how much time had passed before he made his chocolate dessert into a cream filled eclair, but he wasn't sure he'd ever cum that much in his life. He withdrew his partially softened cock from Chaeryn's body with a schlecking sound.

He felt satiated, but also guilty. Looking down at his freshly fucked conquest filled him with pride and shame in equal measure. Sophie did

not

feel conflicted, or at least not conflicted in that way. Not yet. Her response to seeing Max's Essence leaking out of the elvish cunt was to crawl over and start licking up all the semen that gurgled into the range of her tongue. Chaeryn lay there practically glowing as she acquiesced to the Valkyrie's further molestation of her body. "Thank you, Master." She cooed.

Max had no idea what to say. He didn't know how to ask for forgiveness, or even to ask if such forgiveness was required."So Chaeryn..." there were so many questions he wanted to ask.

...are you OK?

perhaps, or

...can you ever forgive me?

but instead he chickened out and concluded with "...did you level up?" Such a banal question, utterly irrelevant to what had just happened between them. Inside, he lamented his cowardice.

The elf spaced out in the way that indicated that she was looking at her own status rather than merely dangling in the post orgasmic webs that he had tossed her into. "Yes. It seems that dummy arrows continue to be effective." Since the Sniper class relied on arrows to use their signature skills, the dungeon seemed to think that they would be limited to those arrows they could create with their magic missile skill outside of the paltry number of magic arrows that could be found in chests. The Alliance made dummy arrows by cutting up the chests themselves to make arrow

shaped

objects that Snipers (and Rangers, Scouts, Archers, Assassins, Peltasts, etc.) could bring into the dungeons. It wasn't really a surprise that a Sniper would level up on her first mission, even if she was in Team Six.

Having finished her creampie, Sophie asked the questions that were most pressing at the moment. "Did you get your slave limit all the way up to five? And... can you go again?" Once the blond woman presented her perfect breasts and her triumphant smile, the answer to both questions turned out to be 'Yes.'

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Sophie stared at her cream of wheat more than she ate it. No one knew what food allergies people from other planets might have, so everything in the mess hall had ridiculously complete ingredients lists posted for them. The list of ingredients for cream of wheat wasn't terribly long, although it was still sobering to see how many additives North America put into "ground wheat" and "cow's milk." Sophie would normally heap on the additives herself with berries and maple syrup, but at the moment she didn't feel like she

deserved

berries. She had

enjoyed

watching Max fuck Chaeryn. She'd enjoyed watching him dominate her, enjoyed

helping him

to dominate the smaller woman. Part of it had been the envy seal, which had goaded her with its progression like it never had before. But she had to admit that she just... enjoyed it. She enjoyed everything about it. She liked watching her boyfriend fuck, she liked watching watching Chaeryn

being

fucked.

And she had liked her own role as an instigator. She felt so

powerful

holding Chaeryn's twat open to be deflowered by her master. By Max. Her boyfriend. She looked over at Chaeryn, who seemed completely fine eating her breakfast of fruit and nuts. Sophie didn't think she would be fine if she had been treated like that. She thought most people probably wouldn't be. She didn't like that she had liked doing that. "Max, I don't think we should do that again. I think the next time you spend Mastery, it should just be me and you." She hoped that he'd agree, that she hadn't given him license to dominate all their party members. Thinking back on it, she actually

had

literally done exactly that, but she hoped that she could take it back.

Max had been stuffing himself with bacon, and stopped to let out a sigh of relief. After the morning's antics, he had expected far worse. He'd expected to be in the dog house. He'd expected Chaeryn to quit. He'd expected his girlfriend to break up with him. He took a deep breath to try to calm himself down. "I think that's a great idea Sophie. And probably I should only use Mastery once at a time. I really got... that was farther than I had intended to go." They shared a tentative kiss, both cautiously feeling out how fraught their relationship had become.

That tentative kiss became a deeper one, and Chaeryn looked on in contentment. She'd already maxed out the envy seal for the day, but she still enjoyed watching her master being affectionate with her mistress. It gave her hope that they would ravish her again.

While Max and company were dressed in regular clothes, some hunters had come to the mess hall in full dungeon gear. Three women in particular who were dressed for battle were Miriam, Fiona, and Ulzhari. It wasn't extremely conspicuous for the two mages, Miriam's brown robes weren't that different from a bath robe that someone might wear to breakfast, but Ulzhari's gear was very noticeable. She was wearing a full body leather suit with a metal breastplate, greaves, and armguards strapped on over the leathers. She carried an ax that would probably be too large to use if not for her magically increased physical strength. Miriam led the three up to Max's table.

Pointing her goblet at Max, Miriam spoke for her group. "OK, we're ready to give you a test drive. Get your gear and meet us in training room three." The training rooms were all lockable and well-armored rooms where hunters could spar with their actual powers. One could expect a good deal of privacy in a training room. It had to be that way because sometimes hunters would be setting off magical explosions or delivering sword strikes that could cut down trees. They could apply all the seals without fear of interruption.

And hopefully they could do it without further alienating Max's house mates. That morning, the looks Danny and Khorog had given them when they came out of Max's room were embarrassing.

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Sophie was the last to arrive at the training room. Next to Ulzhari, her dungeon gear took the longest to get dressed in. Ulzhari had already gotten in gear before the meetup was arranged and had been one of the first arrivals. Once the doors were locked, Miriam, Ulzhari, and Fiona all took a long look at Chaeryn. "So," Fiona spoke up, "it seems that our Shadow Elf friend here has boobs now. So I take it that she's on the team? If the three of us join up, we have a complete party."

"Only two front liners." Ulzhari stated the obvious. Camp Acheron suggested three front liners in a six member party, but most orcish commanders recommended four.

Fiona shrugged. "We have Sophie. She's basically worth two." Ulzhari opened her mouth, but her objections, whatever they had been, died before they were spoken aloud. Her jaw snapped shut again without having uttered a word.

After an obligatory harrumphing, Miriam turned to Chaeryn. "Well, I guess that makes you the most reliable source. You have all three seals, yes?" Her question was answered by a nod. Chaeryn did speak English, but she wasn't

comfortable

with human speech like she was when speaking like a Shelflander. The red haired Geomancer saw the nod, but wanted more. "How good are the bonuses? Are they worth what has happened to you? What will happen in the future?"

The Shadow Elf considered how to answer. "By becoming his slave, I become the chosen of the Spider Herald. The seals are very impressive, but it is a pact I would make without such benefits." Her purple eyes looked at Miriam. Through Miriam. Deep within Miriam. "You will become his slaves. He will find your weaknesses and destroy you. You will be cast down into the darkness and he will be your master. You will be reborn as queens. His penis will thrust into you, deeper than you imagined possible. His Essence will fill your soul, and he will grasp your body and name you as his." She pointed her index finger accusingly at Miriam. "You will

scream

in gratitude and despair."

"OK," Fiona gave Max a scathing look, "I think I speak for all of us when I ask: What. The. Fuck?" Sophie put her face right into her palm.

Max colored with embarrassment. "I don't know what most of that means. She thinks I'm a spider herald and I've told her that I'm not. But..." He shrugged. "So it looks like if I spend my resources to improve my class, I get some temporary urges. And if I spend my resources to improve your class, then you get some temporary urges. Neither are something I expect to happen in a dungeon, so when I advance my class, I'll do it with Sophie so that you don't have to deal with that aspect at all. And when I advance

your

class, we can get some solid boundaries set up so that you can ride it out without me taking advantage of you." None of the women seemed to believe Fiona's question had been answered. Max didn't think he'd answered it either.

Ulzhari had had enough. "Look, it doesn't matter and we don't have time for all this." She strode confidently over to Max and grabbed him by the shoulders. "We just have to kiss, right?" She leaned down so that her lips were able to meet Max's, and gave him a swift peck. Her small tusks pressed into his face, their points perpendicular to the meeting of their lips. He was surprised enough that it took him several heartbeats before starting the slave acquisition process, but soon enough she was able to feel the claiming seal form on her butt. It felt fantastic, and she let her head back to howl.

Everyone else looked at Ulzhari like she was a wild animal, Max very much included.

Howling

wasn't a thing humans or elves did very often, but in Ulzhari's culture it was simply the way you showed happiness. Orcs would howl like worgs at pit ball matches after every score. Ulzhari had never howled during sex before, but she'd also never had sex for fun. The forming of the claiming seal during a kiss was the most enjoyment she had ever had from a romantic interaction with another person. And she wanted more.