Chapter 2

It took more than an hour to get back to my Vault where the Void Crystal was held. It was the deepest part of my dungeon, the most important spot. If anyone ever got to that black crystal sitting on the plinth, I was done for. All they had to do was break it.

The crystal hummed as it sucked in mana. Little currents of energy could just be seen flowing into the gem. Sitting on top was the dusky-skinned Soul of the Void. She smiled at me, a miniature, motherly woman I had dubbed Souleen. She straightened her back.

“Hey, Souleen,” I said. “We got lots of work to do.”

“You’ve returned,” a motherly voice said behind me.

“And have you eaten?” a second motherly voice asked.

I turned and smiled. A dryad with rich, golden brown skin and leafy-green hair stood next to an equally busty angel with wings of white and a halo of gold floating over her head. Both were motherly, mature women.

“I’m not hungry, Mom,” I said to the dryad. I had brought my own mother to this world as my Life companion. Her heavy breasts brimmed with breast milk that was always a treat to drink from. “I have a lot of work to do.”

“You work too hard, Leo,” Mrs. Lucina said. She was the MILF who lived up the street. She often gardened wearing tight shorts that would draw my eye to her glorious ass. I had no idea she did it on purpose, enjoying that a young man like me was looking at her. A harmless thrill. When I brought her here, I had summoned a version of her that wanted more than the thrill.

The part of her that had, at times, wondered what it would be like to take me to her bed. The real Mrs. Lucina never would cheat on her husband, never give in to her desire, but this was a better version. Well, for me, anyway.

“That’s life, right?” I asked my angel. “I have a dungeon to redesign.”

“Not going to consult Fara?” a third voice asked. “You’re no good to us, dirty boy, if you fall over. Eat.”

To my shock, Crystal was carrying a bowl of steaming stew towards me. My older sister was made entirely of glittering ice. Her blue skin was reflective, a faint shimmer of mist spilling off her. White hair spilled down around her features and caressed her shoulders, her large breasts jiggling. She had always been a cock-tease, getting mad whenever I would stare at her prancing around in booty shorts and tight tops that molded to her bra-less tits.

In this world, she liked to pretend she dominated me. Sometimes, I would go along with it. Other times, I would remind her that she was really my slut.

“Eat, dirty boy,” she said, shoving the bowl into my hand. My ice sprite had a wicked gleam in her eyes. “You need to keep your strength up. You have an army of horny monster girls who love your cock.”

That was the truth. I had ten glyphs now. Besides my companions, I had five I had taken from other dungeon builders, plus dozens of unicorns, salamanders, satyrs, oozes, ghosts, orcs, quetzalcoatls, and more. An army ready to fight and die for me.

And to love me. I didn’t have the time for most of them, sadly. There were just too many. Fucking them when I first created them might be the only time they would ever get my cock. And it would only grow more likely the more I created.

Yet they loved me. They were loyal to me. They were more than willing to die for me.

“Is he eating?” Morana, my Death companion, asked as she appeared. She snuggled up to Mrs. Lucina. They had formed some sort of mother/daughter bond. The goth girl had the perfect look for the banshee. She already had pale skin and black hair, though her eyes were no red. A cloak of black mist spilled down her back. She rubbed her small breasts into Mrs. Lucina’s side.

“He’s going to eat,” Crystal said, giving me a hard look.

“He better eat it,” Terra called. The barista I had a crush on slipped into the room next. Now a golem (and not the animated statues moving around the village), she was a busty gal made of gray clay with copper wires for hair. She had my name carved into her forehead. She could shape her body in fun ways.

The girls really liked her clit-dildo.

“I’m eating it,” I muttered. “This is the problem with having ten wives. You all bully me.”

“Yep,” Mom said, nodding. Her big boobs jiggled. “Your mistake for summoning us.”

“He’s a big perv!” Maya called from the bedroom. The Vault was off our sleeping room. We had a kitchen down here with Mrs. Lucina and Mom cooked for the three of us who had to eat. Halia, Fara, and I were not sustained by magic.

“They’re right, Leo,” Souleen said. “You have to eat. It’s very vital that you feed yourself.”

“I’ll feed you, big bro,” called Garnet from the other room. “I’ll put it in my pussy, then you can lick it out of me.”

“That’s something fun to do,” said Nina. “But you don’t want to do it with stew. Fruits are wonderful. Orange slices can be exhilarating in your pussy. Not sure there are oranges in this world.”

I spooned up the first bite of the rich broth, a chunk of meat and potato on it. I chewed it, thinking about my dungeon. Right now, it was divided into three labyrinths. There was the entrance room. The tunnel to Astovin lead into that room as did the stairs up to the Observatory Tower that overlooked the mountains my dungeon lay in. From there, came the first labyrinth with a few trap rooms and my Level 1 monster girls. Smerta and Feya currently commanded the defenses there.

They had been Led’s companions. His favorite wrestler and his wife. Both had agreed to serve me after I killed Led. Neither had high opinions of him. It seemed the dungeon builder’s personality influenced how his monster girls and companions saw him. I wanted to be loved, so my monster girls loved me. Led, it seemed, wanted to be respected. Others wanted to be feared.

My second labyrinth had more powerful monster girls and deadlier trap rooms. To get down to the second level and the final labyrinth, you had to go through a room covered in magical darkness and cross a narrow bridge over a pit. My will o’ wisps, the first-ever monster girls I created, would fire blasts of lightning from the safety of their alcoves, trying to knock off the intruders.

The most dangerous monster girls were in the third labyrinth. My orcs led the charge there. I had decoy labyrinths and hid the entrance to my living quarters with a rotating bridge the mermaids, hippocampi, and some of my quetzalcoatls protected. If they found the secret entrance, Baaghi, Paanee, and Usiku, three companions who had served other dungeon builders, would fight them. Then it was down to me and my companions to fight in the throne room.

Defense in layers was smart. But it had also become predictable.

What to do about it?

My monster girls were chatting as I ate while I thought. They were a lively group of women. I was glad I had them. I already knew who I would choose for the Thunder and Wind glyphs when I got them. The last two beauties who had made an impression on me.

“I should rotate the entrance room,” I muttered as the wooden spoon scraped along the bottom of the bowl. I scooped up the last dregs. That would do it.”

“Huh?” Morana asked. She drifted to me, her dark eyes full of soulful pain. “Did you think of something, Dark Lord?”

“I did,” I said, glancing down at her small breasts. She was gorgeous. Her pussy bald and hairless. She touched me with her cool hand. “I am going to rotate the dungeon entrance. Every few days, I’ll change which trap room the adventurers have to go through. They’ll never be able to predict it.”

“You should have Hagane come up with some way to randomly distribute it,” said Morana. “Have a huge list that won’t have a pattern, but will still go through them all. Mix it up.”

“Yes,” I said. “That’s a great idea. Where is Hagane?”

“With Fara,” said Morana. “She was very excited to do math.” The goth banshee rolled her eyes. “She’s such a prep. She makes a good Metal girl. No emotion. No soul in her. She doesn’t feel the anguish that afflicts you, my Dark Lord. Share with me. Put your burdens on me. I can bear them for you.”

She stroked my cheek with her cool hand.

I smiled at her. “I already put my burdens on you, girls. I just did. The dungeon problem.”

“I can soothe that pain in your eyes,” she whispered. “I can revel in it. Rain your grief upon me, my Dark Lord.”

“I’m not really feeling any grief right now,” I cupped her face. “But when I am tormented by pain and suffering, I’ll come to you.”

She quivered with excitement. I kissed her on the mouth, closing my eyes. I had to find a way to protect the town. The wall wasn’t enough. I would need monster girls. That would be perfect. They could defend the town.

I also had to add more traps to my dungeon. I had new glyphs. Death would make potent traps. I wanted those adventurers who entered my dungeon to deal with lethal, unpredictable issues. Some of the trap rooms were quite deadly. They all presented different obstacles.

I broke the kiss. “Damn.”

“What?” she gasped. “I see the pain, my Dark Lord. What is it?”

“It’s just ... I’m thinking of the best way to kill adventurers.” I pulled from her. “And it doesn’t bother me. Not like it used to. I wanted to avoid killing them. I even tried to reason with them. And that worked. I gained Halia.”

“Not without having to show her through your actions that you weren’t a monster,” Lana Fulmine said. “And her companions were not nearly as supportive.”

“Still,” I said. “I’m going to kill them for attacking me, and I don’t feel ... guilty about it.”

“Are you feeling guilty for not feeling guilty?” asked Crystal. She shook her head. “That is the dumbest thing you have ever said. And you’ve said some dumb things, little brother.”

“Thanks, Crystal,” I said, giving her an annoyed smile. “You always know what to say.”

“Yep,” she said. “Listen to your big sister, and things will go amazing.”

“It’s necessary, Dark Lord,” Morana said, hugging me tight. She held my naked body with hers. “Let me comfort you. Slide your cock into my flesh and let me bear your pain.”

Her cool body felt wonderful against me. I thought about it. Just sliding into her, but I had to protect Astovin. They were vulnerable. Those people swore themselves to me. I couldn’t just abandon them. They needed monster girls to defend them. They didn’t have to be strong monster girls. Level 1 could do it.

Which ones should I bring in?

“Dark Lord?” asked Morana.

“He’s thinking about other things than your nubile body,” said Maya. “Damn, Leo, if you’re not perving on her, it must be serious.”

“Just thinking which of the level one monster girls I should pull out of the dungeon to guard the town. I need the wildhounds for scouting. The will o’ wisps are important in guarding the Darkness Room. Maybe the satyrs? The oozes are no good. There are only three of them. I can’t even use the mermaids.”

As much as I loved them, they were useless out of water.

The rest of my monster girls were Level 2. Most dungeon builders would have replaced all their weaker ones, sending them to eternal sleep in the Void Crystal. I could never do that to Sviesos and the will o’ wisps, to Hela and all the adorable wildhounds. I loved Cikhala and the oozes, Mase and the mermaids, Bakara and the satyrs. They were all so precious to me. How could I do that to them?