Chapter 24

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Halia stared in shock at the dungeon builder. Leo had killed the monster girl grabbing the woman. She splashed to safety. Others were in danger. He was risking his own life against another dungeon builder’s forces to protect.

It didn’t make any sense to her, but the women were in danger. So she had no time to think.

Halia roared and leaped into the river. The water splashed around her. It wasn’t deep here, coming up her waist. She sloshed through it as another lightning spear, cast by Leo, slammed into an ooze. She melted away, too, freeing her victim. The other gelatinous monster girls had noticed the attack and dove beneath the water.

Halia froze. Overhead, Garnet and Lana soared while the adventurer shifted, the river stones wet beneath her feet. She stared at the water, looking for the oozes’ movement. There were still four of those nasty things to cause problems.

This was a bad place to be. The washerwomen were escaping only to be stopped by the satyrs who had turned from chasing the men.

Halia moved across the water slowly towards them, tense for the attack. The oozes had all but blended in with the water. She felt like she was surrounded by them. They were moving in for the kill. She held her sword up, poised to strike at them.

The water on her right looked strange. Too thick. She thrust her blade down. The thickness darted away, vanishing from her sight. Halia swallowed. This was a mistake being in here. She rushed waded the river to help the other women.

A tentacle lashed about her foot. She gasped as it yanked hard. She vanished underwater.

Garnet soared over the river. Her owner had killed two of the oozes, but there were still the satyrs to deal with. And they had dildos. That was so interesting. It made Garnet’s naughty pussy just tingle at the possibilities.

The satyrs whirled around, abandoning their chase of the men. They had big boobs, and though their hair was gray, it wasn’t from old age. They had youthful bodies, lean and delicious. A tingle rippled through Garnet, the succubus’s tail swishing behind her.

She was so glad to be out of those ugly, baggy clothes and into wearing something proper. She hummed him delight as she swooped down, forming a whip out of shadows in her hand. She wasn’t like Usiku who could make weapons.

Garnet could only make sex toys. Whips were kinky bondage gear, not weapons to her. But she could still have fun with one.

She landed down behind a satyr racing towards the women escaping the oozes. Garnet whipped her arm, the narrow lash of shadow swiping out and wrapping around the satyr’s leg right above where it turned into a goat’s.

Garnet yanked.

The satyr bayed like a shocked goat as she pitched face-first into the grass growing above the sandy bank. Humming happily, Garnet started pulling back on the leash, dragging the satyr to her. The monster girl thrashed, staring with such anger at her while the dildo thrust out from her pussy.

“Is that a two-headed dildo?” the wicked succubus asked. Her red, bat-like wings fluttered behind her and her tail swished back and forth. She was having so much fun. “Because that’s hot. Did you make that yourself?”

“What?” the satyr asked, sounding absolutely shocked.

“The dildo,” Garnet said, her wings flapping faster. “Did you make it yourself? It’s super neat. It makes me so excited. Huh? Did you?”

The monster girl stared at Garnet like she was crazy. “Who is your master? Why are you attacking us?”

“Because you’re being real cunts.” Garnet struck a dramatic pose. “Kweh, heh, heh! My master is the sexy and strong Lord Leo! He has come to punish you for attacking those poor women. You should be seducing them, not molesting them. It’s wrong. But don’t worry, he shall punish—”

The satyr took advantage of Garnet’s speech to bolt to her feet and charge at the succubus, horns lowered to gore the girl. Garnet gasped at just how rude that gesture was.

“I was monologuing!” she hissed as those sharp horns hurtled at her.

Lana Fulmine soared with Garnet across the battlefield. She stared down at the satyrs. Annoyance shot through the movie starlet. She had seen such predator behavior before. Producers in Hollywood thought they could do what they wanted with young women just like this despicable dungeon builder.

You’re not getting away with it! My number one fan will stop you!

And Lana would help.

Garnet broke off to go after one satyr. She wasn’t as combat-focused as Lana Fulmine. The lightning sprite’s wings crackled with lightning. She fired a bolt down at one of the satyrs. The sizzling lightning struck the monster girl in the face.

Sparks flared. The satyr flew back and hit the ground, spasming. Smoke rose from her face, a blackened wound appearing where the bolt struck. Two of the fleeing women took advantage to leap over the dead or stunned monster girl and flee for the village. Several of the men had rallied and covered them with crossbow bolts while alarms rang from Astovin itself.

“You’re not getting any girls!” Lana Fulmine shouted at the enemy monster girls.

She hardly noticed Halia vanishing beneath the waves. The lightning sprite focused on a satyr driving back the wet women, corralling them to be captured again. The movie starlet’s anger flared. Lighting crackled between the golden strands of her hair. Her wings, formed out of electricity, flared with white-hot plasma.

A bolt sizzled down and struck the satyr in the back. She sprawled forward, kicking and spasming. Lana smiled her triumph as she soared out over the river. Two satyrs dead or stunned, a third distracted by garnet. Things were going great.

As she banked to start her next run, tentacles burst out of the water and seized her by the legs. They yanked hard. She lost her momentum and hurtled down for the sandy bank. She struck hard. Her head reeled from the attack, stars bursting across her vision.

Mind foggy, she hardly noticed the tentacle wrapped around her foot. It dragged her for the water.

Things could be going better. Halia vanished beneath the water and Lana crashed on the shore. The four oozes in the water would be an issue. Across the river, the three remaining satyrs were grabbing women to carry them off, slinging them over their shoulders.

“Fuck,” I growled.

“Darkness hides and shadows conceal, let the curse of Lord Zuen fall!” I chanted.

I hit one of the satyrs. She stumbled and tripped, dropping the women that she had picked up. She stood up, looking around, confused. She rubbed at her face like she thought she could wipe off what I had cast on her.

Bursting out of the brush on the other side of the river was Cysgo. My wildhound leaped on another satyr, knocking her to the ground. The two village girls being carried off tumbled across the ground. Free, they scrambled to their feet and ran as the two monster girls rolled over the ground. Cysgo bit into the satyr’s shoulder.

The satyr thrashed and bucked. The pair spilled around each other as they fought. I hoped my monster girl would be all right. I turned to the river. I had to help Lana. She was struggling to move as the ooze pulled her into the water.