Dungeon Builder's Harem Book 7: Passion Explodes in Another World
Copyright© 2020 by mypenname3000
Chapter 7
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - A young man fights to save another world with his dungeon and harem of monster girls!
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Magic Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Group Sex Harem Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts
Mrs. Zoe Baldwin led the charge out of the dungeon onto the execution square. The dryad smelled the stench of blood and death. A metallic tang in the air along with a foul rot. The animated armors about to behead their next group of men turned to face the dryad and her force. Blood dripped from their swords. More splattered their feminine armor.
Surprise. The dryad and her team had surprised them.
Roars of fury echoed behind her as the soldiers charged out. “FOR MYREMAN!”
The air shook with their battle cries as Mrs. Baldwin closed on the nearest animated armor. She faced the dryad, her sword dripping. Though Mrs. Baldwin could see no eyes through the slits in the visors, she felt the enemy’s anger. The rage. Mrs. Baldwin stopped and surged out her roots.
They grew from her toes and across the bloody paving stones to the armor. They reached her armored boots before the animated armor could react. A hollow gasp burst from beneath her helm as she was attacked by the roots.
They climbed up the animated armor’s legs, searching for weakness. Joints. Pain flared through Mrs. Baldwin as the enemy severed one of her roots. But she had many. At the knee joints, she ripped the legs apart.
The armor fell to the ground with a clatter, the roots growing over the armor, around the sculpted boobs and toward the head. The armor thrashed as the dryad ripped her apart, throwing pieces of metal to the side.
The sword cut through three roots. Mrs. Baldwin attacked that armor.
She ripped it from the shoulder armor and threw it to the side. The sword fell from the hand. The dryad went for the helmet and tore it free. The monster girl burst into motes and vanished back to her builder’s Void Crystal.
As Mrs. Baldwin had done that, the battle raged around her. The werewolves charged past her, howling. They threw themselves into other animated armors in a screech of claws on metal. Swords flashed.
Baaghi roared. The rakshasa pounced at the erinys. The enemy monster girl flapped her black-feathered wings and slashed her metal whip at Baaghi. It struck her left arm and sheered it off. Baaghi didn’t care.
She roared and pounced, slamming into the erinys and sending her crashing to the ground.
Following the werewolves, the unicorns and basilisks raced by. The clop of hooves echoed. The unicorns lowered their horns and gored into the animated armors. The basilisks rushed for the salamanders and sphinxes, racing ahead of the soldiers.
The salamanders guarding the perimeter breathed fire that engulfed Vielmi and Mastab, killing both the basilisks. They screamed in pain as they died, but their sisters breathed their petrifying breath. It washed over the enemy salamanders.
Their red-scaled bodies turned gray.
They became statues for a moment before they vanished into motes.
The enemy sphinxes roared, their shouts slamming into the first ranks of the soldiers. Men collapsed on the ground, blood spurting from their ears, but more kept coming. Spears slammed into one of the sphinxes, ripping out her back in blood.
It was chaos around the square.
The prisoners watched on, their eyes distant. Broken by what had been done to them. By being forced to watch for days as they were pulled off one by one and killed. Anger boiled in the dryad as she rushed to help the fight.
The werewolves ripped at the metal bodies of the animated armors. Cheekha tore the head off hers, throwing it toward the river. The enemy vanished beneath her. She looked up and howled, jumping to the side. A fresh animated armor slashed at her.
Cheekha darted to the right and went in to hamstring the animated armor.
The enemy monster girl was too fast. Her sword slashed as she spun, cutting Cheekha in half. The werewolf vanished in a burst of motes.
Nezaymana slammed her horn into an animated armor’s chest, ripping through the metal. The enemy monster girl slammed her sword down into her back. The unicorn vanished. The animated armor stared right at Mrs. Baldwin. Charged.
The dryad sent her roots surging for the monster girl. The animated armor stepped on the woody tendrils growing over the paving stones, oblivious to them as she charged headlong forward. The roots grabbed the animated armor’s feet.
She fell to the ground with a clatter.
Mrs. Baldwin took grim pleasure in engulfing the enemy monster girl in roots. And ripping at her armor. She tore off pieces of metal, flinging them back as the animated armor struggled to stand. To get free of the attack.
“MYREMAN!” roared from the soldiers.
Sphinxes screamed. Salamanders fired balls of fire.
Werewolves howled. Bhediya and Chaandi took down an animated armor together, their teeth savaging her. Metal crumbled. The breastplate ripped free and flew through the air before vanishing in a burst of motes.
Kin and Sriblo galloped at the last animated armor. The enemy held her sword ready. She backed up toward the river when out of the water, two of the mermaids burst up. Mase and Skale grabbed the animated armor and yanked her back.
The enemy fell into the river with a loud splash, the mermaids plunging back into the blood-stained waters.
Mrs. Baldwin looked to the fight. The soldiers were forming a perimeter around the liberated men. Knight-General Arthemar marched up to her, his grizzled face hard as he stared at the blood on the ground then the bodies in the river.
He spat on the ground.
He turned to the scared prisoners. They looked shocked. Battered. Like men who had just been hammered by the unending artillery fire of World War 1. They didn’t know what to do. What to feel. Some shrank from Mrs. Baldwin.
She smiled at the nearest one and held out her hand. “It’s going to be all right. We’re saving you. King Thanitis and Lord Leo have come to your rescue.”
The man’s shaking hand reached out to the dryad and took it, fingers so cold. She helped him stand. He wore soiled clothes and smelled of piss and shit. The men were all sitting in their own waste. They looked so starved, too.
Skinnier than they should. Emaciated.
The mother in Mrs. Baldwin quivered. Such pity and such rage. She glanced to the southwest toward the Spire thrusting up black over the city. Did Tuerien watch her from there? She hoped he did. She hoped he witnessed her undoing his crimes and saving these people.
“Form a perimeter!” roared Knight-General Arthemar. “Be ready for an attack. They could come at any moment.”
Mrs. Baldwin glanced up at the sky. Lana Fulmine soared over with her dragon, Paetu, and a mix of thunderbirds and quetzalcoatls. The monster girls spiraled over them to guard them from the air. To warn them of any coming attack.
Poor Nina, Mrs. Baldwin thought.
But death was the only way she was returning to her son. Pity swelled in her for Leo.
You have to be strong, Leo, she thought. You can’t fight every war on your own. You need to use us.
He would be hurting by the end of this day. More wounds inflicted on his soul. Though they would heal, scars would be left behind. If he had enough of them, he could become hard. Rigid. She didn’t know what to do about that but love him.
“We need to get them moving to the bridges,” said Baaghi. She marched over, one-armed. Blood spilled from the stump, but the rakshasa didn’t mind.
“I know, “Mrs. Baldwin said. “But they need a moment to gather themselves.”
“We don’t have time to mollycoddle them.” The rakshasa stared at the traumatized men. “We have to save them.”
Mrs. Baldwin sighed and started moving among them, helping more stand. They were frightened. To her surprise, Bhediya and Chaandi were helping, the two werewolves in their human forms. They looked like women. You wouldn’t know they were monster girls save they had golden eyes. They were gentle, though.
It was easy to forget that they were Life monster girls, too.
Ms. Trueno had a mission. She raced toward the north palace gate with Xiongbu at her side. Behind them, Leo’s salamanders and werebears along with Siwang’s unicorns charged. At the gate, was a force of lemures. The Level 1 death monster girls formed up, their pale bodies tensing. The lich at their back fingered her red gem.
This would be a fight.
The salamanders and unicorns raced past the thunder sprite and wraith. The salamanders used their wings to half-glide. Fire burst from their mouths and engulfed the lemures. The monster girls screamed as they were engulfed in burning pain.
Motes flew through the air as lemures died.
The fire ended. The surviving lemures gathered themselves only to find Siwang’s unicorns rushing in, heads lowered. Horns gored into the lemures, many of them bursting into motes in an instant, unprepared to take on stronger monster girls.
Ms. Trueno smiled.
The werebears now rushed in, the way clear for them to go for the lich. Bhaaloo led them, roaring like an angry mama-bear. The lich faced them, a calm expression on her blue face. She raised her arms, the gem flaring bright.
Spectral blades, a translucent green, ripped into the werebears. Panja and Maan vanished into bursts of motes. But the other werebears were on her. They leaped at the lich, crushing her beneath their weight as Ms. Trueno and Xiongbu raced for them.
Pale, ethereal blades of green energy ripped through the werebears, throwing them back. They all vanished in bursts of motes, killed. One blade ripped through one of Siwang’s unicorns, cutting off her head before she knew what hit her.
The lich stood.
Ms. Trueno roared.
The air distorted before her. A cone of powerful sound rushed at her and slammed the lich back into the gate itself. The steel-bound wood groaned from the impact. The lich screamed in pain, the sound compressing her breasts. They burst. So did her stomach.
She dropped to the ground, her body nearly pulverized by the sonic attack. But the gem remained. It glowed bright red. Her body recovered in an instant. She snapped her head up, her eyes burning with deathly excitement.
Blades of spectral death rushed at Ms. Trueno.
The thunder sprite dove to the ground. They washed over her. She rolled to her side and screamed again, slamming the lich back into the gate. An arm burst from the sonic attack. Part of the skull caved in. Another fatal wound.
The red gem grew bright, illuminating the gate tunnel. The lich laughed.
Xiongbu vanished into the wall of the gate.
Ms. Trueno gained her feet and shouted as blades hurtled at her. Her sonic attack dissipated the spiritual weapons. The air distorted where Thunder and Death met. The lich still wore that mocking expression.
From the wall beside her, the wraith emerged. Siwang’s mother slashed her clawed hand for the lich and grabbed her red gem. The lich gasped in shock as the wraith’s spectral hand closed around the phylactery.
“No!” the lich gasped as Xiongbu ripped the gem free.
The lich desiccated, becoming a dried-out husk before she vanished in motes, returned to her dungeon builder’s Void Crystal. The gate was secure.
Ms. Trueno smirked and nodded to Xiongbu. “That ability to go through walls is useful.”
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