Chapter 23

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

I stood before Halia’s statue.

I stroked her stony face, as smooth as it had been when she was ... Active. She wasn’t dead. Just cursed. Petrified. I could undo this. It was no different than if she were in a coma. She stood in a defiant stance, her face fierce.

“I’m going to fix you,” I told her. “I have to go to war with these twins. Led and Ziamili. Sound like assholes, don’t they? They definitely are.”

My finger traced over her cheekbones to her lips.

“I miss you, Halia.” I smiled. “You were the first one I convinced that I’m not the bad guy. It worked with you. I just had to show you I was different. I need to do the same with Astovin Village and to Lord Shorvin. I can do that. I will do that, Halia.”

She didn’t answer.

I sighed. “I hope you’re having beautiful dreams in there.” Guilt rushed through me. “I never should have let you go and fight basilisks and a gorgon. I should have sent you back.” Pain squeezed my heart but a chuckle escaped my lips. “You wouldn’t have gone though, would you.”

I stared into that fierce expression captured forever.

No, no, not forever. Just until I killed Ziamili. He controlled the Earth Glyph from what I could tell. Each of the twins had two Glyphs. Light and Ice for Led, Earth and Metal for Ziamili. Was there a way I could use that against them?

I didn’t see how.

“I’m going to have to start scouting the base,” I continued. “Have to send some of my wildhounds away. I don’t like the idea of attacking them. I’m angry, Halia.” I could voice these thoughts to her. These feelings. “I’m so angry at what they did to you. That they could trap you in this prison of stone. I want to kill Ziamili and get his Earth Glyph. I yearn for it more and more. I never thought I could be that person.

“If I could, I would murder him.”

The word echoed through the room.

“This is how it starts,” I said, Fuegin’s story echoing in my mind. “What drives us dungeon builders into being evil. We’re thrown into these situations. Kill or be killed. And every time you do it, you change. It becomes easier. You think less and less about what you’re doing as you find reasons to do it.

“Good reasons!”

I trembled before her, my hand balled into fists.

“They’re evil. They attacked Astovin, petrified men, women, and children just to lure me from my base to kill me. They didn’t want a fair fight. They wanted to hit my Void Crystal and take me out as fast as possible. The means didn’t matter. Oh, no, they justified it, didn’t they.

“Just like I’ve justified killing them.”

“Your reasons are nobler,” said a motherly voice.

I turned to find Mom standing in the doorway. My mommy-dryad stood naked as always, her lush breasts swaying. She sauntered to me, her leafy-green hair swaying about her lush and mature face. Her hips rolled with a natural grace.

“Are they, Mom?” I asked her. “I want to kill them to punish them for hurting Halia.”

“That anger’s only natural,” she said, putting her hand over my heart, touching the four glyphs I had tattooed into my skin. “They’ve attacked you and hurt those you love. You want to protect your family because you know they will attack again. You want to save Halia and protect Astovin. Those are virtuous deeds.”

“I just want to hurt them,” I whispered.

“You know it’s more than that.” Her finger idly traced the Life Glyph on my chest stroking the peace sign made of the four cuneiform letters. “Look, you have Life branded on your chest. A tree that grows and spreads its canopy wide to provide shade for those you love. Shelter and protection.”

“A tree, huh?” I asked. “I guess that makes more sense than a peace sign.”

Amusement played on Mom’s lips. “Just a little, Leo. You have that anger, but you also have that love. And, if you didn’t realize it, asking yourself these questions, pondering your motivations, is not something an evil person does.

“They would have no doubts. They would just do it. they would crush the twins without hesitation. They would use whatever low and dirty tactics possible. What are you going to do?”

“I have to scout them,” I said. “Figure out what their lair is like. How best to hit them. How to get to the pair of them.”

“Are you going to attack a village under their protection? Hurt and kill their subjects?”

“God, no,” I gasped, horrified by the idea. “I wouldn’t do ... Ah, I get it.”

“Mmm, I’m glad,” she said. “I don’t like seeing you torture yourself. You’re going to have to fight other dungeon builders and adventurers. You might have the entire world against you, but so long as you keep to your principals about not abusing your monster girls, not harming innocents, and only going to war with those who have shown themselves to be dangers and threats not just to you, but the world, then you will not become evil.

“I believe in you, Leo. I carried you in my womb. I know you.” She smiled at me, her words such a comfort. “I love you, Leo.”

Her breasts pressed against my chest as her arms slid around my neck. I groaned at the sweetness of my mother’s breasts. Her nipples were hard and delicious against my chest. My cock swelled against her, throbbing against her naked belly.

I groaned, the incestuous heat rising in me. I kissed my mother with aggression, loving the taste of her lips on mine. It was an incredible delight to kiss her. I was glad to enjoy it. My hands slid down her back to her ass.

I squeezed her.

Then I broke the kiss and stared into her green eyes. “Thanks, Mom.”

“That’s what mothers are for,” she cooed. “Comforting their sons. Mmm, their hunky and strong sons.”

I grinned at her. “You want to comfort your hunky son, huh?”

“Mmm, it’s why you brought me here.” She rubbed her nose against me. “We never would have done this in the real world, but this is a delightful place. We’re in your dungeon, Leo, and anything you want can exist in here.”

I squeezed her ass. “Damn, you’re hot, Mom.”

She purred in delight and kissed me again. I groaned, savoring the feel of my mother’s lips on mine. My hands kneaded her ass. I had to take her. I had to fuck her hard. My passion swelled through me. Her lips tasted so wonderful on my mouth.

I broke away from her then picked her up with ease into my arms. My mommy-dryad gasped, her big breasts jiggling. I glanced back at Halia. Frozen. Fierce. Gorgeous. I would fix her and the villagers the twins had harmed.

I would show the world I was different.

I carried my mother out of the shrine and into our bedroom. The large bed I shared with my companions awaited, the sheets neatly made. That had to change. Mom and I had to rumple them with our forbidden passion.

I set my mother down on the bed and slid over her. I kissed her with hunger. She moaned, her hands stroking my thighs, her legs parting, letting me settle between them. My hard cock rubbed into her bush. Our lips danced.

My hands slid up and found her breasts. I squeezed them. She whimpered at my touch. I didn’t milk them, just lightly kneaded them. I broke the kiss with her and kissed at the hollow of her neck then smooched down past her collarbone. I followed her breastbone down and down.

I slid between her big tits.

“Mmm, you always did love suckling at my tits as a baby,” she moaned. “Such hunger.”

“I’m ravenous for your milk,” I groaned as I rubbed my face between her tits.

“Just the way a son should be,” she purred.

God, my mom was fucking sexy.

I reveled in the softness of her breasts. My cock throbbed, wanting to slide into her. But I also wanted to just suckle at her nipples. I wanted to drink her milk. I wished I could suckle on them both. That would be so hot to have both her nipples in my mouth and...

Could I?

She had big boobs. She could nurse herself. Could I get both her nipples together?

Galvanized by my idea, I ripped my face out from between her tits. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them tight together. I loved the way they jiggled. They were so sexy. I licked my lips, so hungry to devour her boobs. To do wicked things to them. I struggled to bring her nipples closer together.

“Leo?” she asked, sounding confused. “What are you doing?”

“I want to suckle on both your nipples together,” I groaned, pushing harder, her nipples were close, but this wasn’t horseshoes or hand grenades. It just wasn’t enough. “Oh, well, it was worth a try.”