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Grunting, Cordal paused at the edge of the forest. He stood on the last bit of grass before it turned to hard-packed dirt. His mace went up onto his shoulder, and he pulled the toothpick from his mouth as he assessed the unfamiliar area.

At the base of a mountain range, the dungeon’s entrance resembled a mundane cave. Deep into the forest, the innocuous presentation wouldn’t be pulling in anyone but the most desperate lost souls. Monsters not of the dungeon would know to stay away on instinct. So, Cordal had to wonder why the dungeon presented itself in such a way. Some kind of promise of riches was more than likely to entice beings into the dungeon.

Though Cordal guessed it was why no one actually came to visit the dungeon. There wasn’t even a proper name for the dungeon. The adventurer’s guild simply named it after the close nearby town, giving it the designation of [Amber Rest’s Forest Dungeon].

Flicking the toothpick off into the underbrush, Cordal rolled his shoulders. The reports he read on the dungeon promised him no real danger for someone of his strength, but the last thing he’d want is to pull something.

Lowering his mace, the dwarf pulled his shield from his shoulder and moved forward. The air grew denser and colder as Cordal crossed into the dungeon proper. An unfriendly presence presented itself as Cordal moved through the first corridor of stone. While the walls looked natural, they were too well-constructed. Cordal knew that if he were to leave his intended path, he would find rooms guarded by various dungeon monsters. Most in the vein of forest monsters.

Yet, what they guarded would only be trinkets and baubles compared to what he was truly after.

Though one couldn’t chart a path that avoided all the beasts. Even the most patient, well-crafted travel would see a person crossing paths with at least one or two packs.

Above, the roof of the cave was littered with stalactites. The rocky outcropping hung down and was the daytime sleeping place for [Dire Bats]. The first hint that Cordal ran across them was actually on the floor. The beasts clawed at rocks and littered the ground with them. Like non-monstrous bats, the creatures had great hearing, and the clack of stone on stone would alert them from rooms away. This natural trap would only spring on inexperienced adventurers who rushed in.

Or, impatient dwarves that were as subtle as the stones he kicked.

Silent as a cat after a rat, the first of the bats fell from the ceiling upon Cordal. Their furry black bodies blended in so well with the shadows of the cave that only their eyes and gleaming teeth gave them away. Almost lazily, Cordal swatted the falling beasts from the sky as they fell upon him.

As fast as they attacked, the pack of five Dire Bats was dispatched. Cordal took more time checking to see if he got them all than actually fighting.

The dwarf did his best not to gaze too long at the monsters’ corpses. Like most dungeon-created monsters, the [Dire Bats] looked nearly identical to their non-dungeon-born counterparts. Save for the eyes. Unlike other living beings, dungeon-born monsters didn’t have the spark in their eyes. They were just as empty and lifeless if the being was moving towards you or laying in a heap. It was one surefire way to tell you we’re dealing with a dungeon-created being. The other way involved how the dungeon reclaimed the monsters, but by that point you either knew they were a monster or regretted your choice.

[Dire Bat] Level: 25 | Type: Magical Beast

These monsters are rarely naturally occurring and instead the result of simple monsters being subjected to high amounts of mana. Through diet or ambient exposure.

Once transformed, these monsters can live in packs and are generally peaceful creatures. They prefer to eat fruit and insects, but can be driven to attack larger monsters or even people in distress.

Though common myth may pose the idea that they drink blood, this is untrue. Only when infected with necrotic magic will they try to consume the life force of living beings.

Aware of the information and uninterested in finding out more, Cordal mentally suppressed the golden letters the system tried to bring up. After a moment, the lingering presence of them disappeared. While this was the first time Cordal had seen the monsters in the flesh, they were similar to other monsters he had run into.

While they had by no means been narrow or small, the cave’s passages expanded in size as Cordal moved. The once unworked stony walls became smooth and transitioned into brickwork. The brickwork even gained places for torches and hanging lanterns. The change was subtle enough that one could have thought they had broken into the chambers of a well-off noble house’s lower levels.

The path that Cordal had been following was slowly angling down.

With the decor changing, so did the monsters that inhabited the area. The woodland creatures became floor-bound and stood up on two legs. Research allowed Cordal to recognize them as [Twisted Servants] and [Marauding Minotaurs]. Even so, Cordal took his time to use his [Inspection] skill the first time he came across the monsters.

[Twisted Servant] Lvl: 30 | Type: Cursed Monstrosity

A cruel twist of fate led these beings to be warped and changed into what you see before you. Dark magic has cursed what was once a simple servant in the lord’s manor into a beast. Only enough of their mind still exists to allow them to stumble poorly through simple household tasks. Their curse compels them to attack those who are not burdened by it.

Peeking around a corner, Cordal watched the Twisted Servant attempt to clean the floors. They wore the tattered remains of an upscale black and white suit. Resembling a goat that stood on two legs, the monster had gnarled hands.

As Cordal watched, the monster grew more and more frustrated as it attempted to clean. When it grew frustrated enough, it stood on its feet and yelled. It yelled for sometime before stopping. Standing motionless for a moment, it fell back to its knees and tried scrubbing, the lack of a bucket or water not deterring it.

The guide provided by the guild was sparse on the details behind the dungeon’s choice of monsters. Some thought it drew from some old, forgotten history and dramatized it, and others thought it was a fabrication. Cordal would have loved to figure that out. But today wouldn’t be a day to do so.

Before the monster rose to his feet again, Cordal sprinted forward. The monster was raising its head before Cordal struck it. The blow sent it to the floor. Cordal hit it once more, but it was unnecessary. For its level, the monster was far weaker than it should have been.

The danger of this monster only came when they were in groups.

Moving quickly, Cordal had put a healthy distance between himself and the Twisted Servant when he heard the cry. It was a far more pained and anguished yell than that of frustration the first monster had done. Cordal wasn’t calloused enough not to feel pained at the cries. He knew it merely the dungeon’s semblance of a being’s grief, but it was uncanny. It pulled at memories Cordal would rather have kept buried. A purposeful effect of the dungeon that would dull his edge and his mind.

The cry wasn’t only meant to cause distress; it pulled the attention of other monsters. Cordal avoided running into one by altering his path very slightly to be out of its line of sight. Yet, he managed to catch it with his inspection skill long enough to confirm its power.

[Twisted Marauder] Lvl: 35 | Type: Cursed Monstrosity

This minotaur is only one of many that were in the area once the curse was laid upon it. The curse sprung upon these monsters warped and amplified what was present in these powerful warriors. They still retain much of their prowess as warriors.

The monster that Cordal avoided was far from the visage of the Minotaur people. Quite a bit larger, the beast was stacked with muscle. Enough that the two-handed axe it wielded looked capable of being wielded in one of its massive hands. The monster wore nothing above the waist and instead wore an armored skirt. Its cracked hooves clicked on the floor, and its warped horns scraped along the stone walls and ceiling.

The minotaur seemed to rely largely on it's sense of sound until a person was fairly close. Though their means of trapping were far more dangerous. If an adventurer or their party lingered around the Twisted Servant, they risked being overwhelmed and suffering mental attacks. Their greed or folly would allow a Twisted Marauder to reach them and be the true threat.

Cordal was confident he could have defeated several of the monsters, but knew it would tire him out. He was already ranging far too deep in the dungeon. If he didn’t avoid every possible battle, he would be too tired for the real reason he was in the dungeon.

No dungeon offered a truly safe area to rest. Any manner of trap or monster could be waiting for a person’s defense to lower. In more popular dungeons, there would be the presence of other adventurers, their parties, or the guild itself. Each had its own drawbacks, but would have at least made Cordal’s mission a little easier. Now his options were to make it to his goal or turn back.

Evading several other monster packs and dispatching one he couldn’t, Cordal found himself at a set of stone steps at the end of a hallway. It was a short enough descent that Cordal could see the floor of the level below. He knew where the steps would lead him, and it was the one thing that would stand in the way of his goal.

With his experienced mind and dungeon guide, Cordal could avoid almost everything else in the dungeon. The monsters he had fought up to this point were among the least dangerous options he had. Now, there was only one way forward, and it presented the most dangerous part of the dungeon.

There would be no sneaking around this challenge.

People often debated why dungeons existed in the first place. The leading theory posited that dungeons, like the system, were gifts from the divine. Being a resource that was nigh inexhaustible, it made sense. At least to Cordal, and he didn’t search too much harder into the question. No, he was more fascinated with what dungeons were. They could be as large as cities or as small as several rooms. Dungeon entrances could be at the bottom of a lake or the dungeon could be the whole forest.

There were only a few constants.

Dungeons acted like living things; they grew and expanded. They produced some of the rarest resources. Some of which could only be found in dungeons. For beast tamers, dungeons had truly unparalleled potential for finding monsters. Amongst those monsters, combat abilities and appearances could range quite wildly. Yet, there was always at least one monster that stood well above the rest. These were the monsters that guarded the best treasures and were always the most intelligent.

Speech was rare amongst monsters, but was far more common among these ‘boss’ monsters. Some people were adamant in the belief that they remembered those adventurers who dispatched them. Cordal was one such person.

Walking down the steps, the dwarf took deep breaths. Knowing what he would find didn’t make his stomach any less tight. He was confident that he was strong enough to handle the monster. But confidence was the leading cause for adventures ‘retiring’ early. That fact alone worried Cordal.

No matter how the fight turned out, his life would be changed. For better or worse.

Making his way to the bottom of the stairs, Cordal found himself in a short hallway. At the end of the hallway was a large, black metal door. It looked like wrought iron with its rough texture. As Cordal approached and pushed on the door, it incongruously swung open with little effort. As if it wasn’t the heaviest thing in the dungeon.

Standing at the threshold of the room, Cordal stared into a large chamber. The walls of the room were far enough apart that the torchlight that came from the walls left the middle of the room dimly lit. On the far end of the room stood a large figure. The darkness hid much of the detail. But the guide had told him enough.

Stepping into the room, Cordal took a deep breath. Moving quickly, he got out of the way of the doors as they began to swing closed. The monster marched forward to meet Cordal. Its double sided battle axe gleaming as it was raised.

[Rowan, the Iron Hoof] Lvl: 40 | Type: Unique Cursed Monstrosity

Leader of devious mercenaries, Rowan seemed to have avoided much of the curse. Yet, this is only a trick of appearances. His mind has been driven to violence, warped by anger and greed to subjugate those he deems fit to endure his malice. It is said that he cries out with his men each time a monster is slain in the dungeon.

The light didn’t give Cordal the best look at the monster before he was in a pitched battle. Though he could see that Rowan fit a form similar to the Minotaur race. He was muscular, but it was within reason. If not for the fact that he was in a dungeon and the monster’s red eyes, Cordal might have worried he ran into another adventurer.

The monster’s strength was quite overwhelming. Even though Cordal outclassed the monsters likely in every other way that matter Rowan was able to match Cordal’s strength. Slugging it out with the monster would likely leave Cordal still coming out on top, but it wasn’t an option he would prefer for what it’d do to his armor or body.

For that reason, Cordal used his advantage in speed and experience. With a two-handed weapon, the monster had a reach advantage over Cordal. To counteract that advantage, Cordal fought in the monster’s blind spot and struck off oblique angles. It wasn’t the most honorable way to defeat the monster, but Cordal took no chances. Not this close to his goal.

When Cordal struck the blow that brought the monster to its knees, he was winded but fairly unscathed. With sheer practicality, Cordal used honed strikes to dispatch the monster. He stopped his assault only when he heard the large door scrape across the floor as it opened. The lights blazed brightly, and the room was fully illuminated.

Turning in place, Cordal faced the back of the room. There was a massive unfinished stone wall at the back of the room, and in front of it was a chest that had been swallowed up by the darkness before.

Walking forward, Cordal approached the chest. It was largely made out of wood with black metal framing the wood. Opening the chest, Cordal peered inside. Scrolls, potions, a short sword, and loose coins sat in the wooden box.

Cordal grimaced at the sight and dropped the lid.

Reaching for his back, Cordal secured his mace and shield back onto his travel pack. In their place, he removed a pickaxe from his pack. Looking past the chest, Cordal turned his full attention to the stone wall. Unlike the worked brick of before, this stone wall was rough.

Spinning his pickaxe in hand, Cordal took a deep breath. He could feel the thrum of power just beyond the wall. Made of the same stone the dungeon used on the top levels, a less keen mind would not have been able to distinguish the importance of such a wall. In truth, if Cordal hadn’t planned to find the wall, it was unlikely the dwarf would have found it either.

Yet, he had and so he raised his pickaxe high above the air and brought it down.

Enchanted tempered metal met the stone wall with a rich clang. A mere mark showed itself on the wall. A small speck in an otherwise pristine wall. Cordal felt his heart race at the sight, as it marked his path forward. It was a small change, but a change nonetheless. Over and over Cordal brought his pickaxe down. The speck turned into a hole and into a dent. Once he was able to get his pick deep enough into the wall, a whole section of it was able to be pried off.

A surge of excitement pushed away any hint of tiredness the dwarf felt as he began to carve a path through the stone. His small divet became a tunnel forward, and with each step he took into the tunnel, he felt the pulsing energy grow. The stone became harder to pierce and even attempted to undo Cordal’s work, but that was only further proof that Cordal was on the path forward.

Light, bright and blue, shone through a crack in the wall that Cordal broke through. With the light came a rush of air full of ambient mana. It felt like static in Cordal’s nostrils and made his mind race as he inhaled. The stone rushed to fill the hole that brought the first glimpse of Cordal’s prize. Yet Cordal was faster. He cleaved through the stone until he broke into the chamber that housed the light.

Large and wide, the chamber Cordal stepped into housed a massive pillar. At the base of a stone pillar, glittering gemstones were wrapped around it in a spiraling pattern. Thicker on the bottom, the vein of gems jetted out in thick patches and even spilled onto the floor.

As Cordal approached, the blue light pulsed brightly. The light was nearly blinding by the time he reached the pillar and laid his hand upon the gems.

Warmth spread underneath his fingers as Cordal ducked his head and closed his eyes. As his skin made contact with the stone, the dwarf felt a presence there. It was all raw and unrefined. The presence pushed through several emotions at once. One emotion stood out among the rest. Fear.

Flashes of memory flowed into Cordal’s mind as he saw himself from the point of view of the dungeon. The presence was within every monster Cordal had slain in the dungeon. It was within the walls of the structure. In his whole time in the dungeon, the being never lost track of him and saw him creep closer, narrowly avoiding patrols.

For this, Cordal did not begrudge the dungeon and took it upon himself to push emotion back. The deluge of anger and fear pushed back against anything Cordal offered. Yet Cordal forced himself to stay calm as he knelt on the hard stone and kept his hand on the gem.

When the gem’s feeling began to lessen with time, Cordal was still pushing forward with his mind. Expressing apologies and kindness.

As he pushed forth such an emotion, Cordal could feel the stone’s curiosity. Fear gave way to confusion over Cordal’s actions. For a while, Cordal and the stone sat in that state. It was only when the stone reached out to better understand its confusion that Cordal felt some deeper connection. The stone was the heart of the dungeon, its very mind. It was far vaster than Cordal’s own mind.

With the connection formed, Cordal pushed forth his mind and ideas. The way the dwarf thought was alien to the dungeon core. Yet, it was capable of processing far more than Cordal’s own mind. Once he gave forth the idea, Cordal felt the core grab hold of the thoughts and look over them from every angle. Tearing at them to see the seams and intentions within them.

The confusion did not abate, but the core did understand that Cordal meant it no further harm. For years Cordal had planned and studied; all the work was offered to the core. This dungeon was the first he knew he could tackle on his own.

What he had planned was best done alone.

To the dwarf’s surprise, the core didn’t just understand its plan. It began to understand the language Cordal used and thought in. “Partnership?” The core spoke in Cordal’s head. Its voice was a deeper and more resonant form of his own.

At its highest level, Cordal’s plan was simple. Dungeons, as they grew, produced wonderful and powerful magical materials that were rare to find elsewhere. He would ensure the core stayed safe, protected, and was able to grow. In turn, Cordal would reap the rewards of the growth.

What was complex and confusing was the method by which Cordal planned to help the core.

“Yes, partnership.” Cordal assured the stone as he opened his eyes. The brightness had calmed down and returned to a soft, pulsing light.

Quiet contemplation answered Cordal’s words.

“Allow me to show you I mean you no harm.”

As Cordal stood, he felt confusion from the core. The connection broke as Cordal removed his hand from the gem. Having spent the last long while fighting or mining, Cordal wanted nothing more than to relax. Yet, he did not allow himself to as he began to disarm and undress.

The relief he normally felt in removing his armour and disrobing was there. Yet, he refused to settle into the feeling. Things could still go very badly, and he wouldn’t be caught off guard.

Piling his armour and clothing to the side, Cordal stood naked before the stone. His body was decorated with the proof of his previous battles and covered in hair. A soft layer of fat sat upon rippling muscles. Less time inside a tavern may have granted him a chiseled physique.

Before he went for the core once more, Cordal brought his sleeping bag from the pack. The bedroll was laid out and provided him with a bit of comfort against the cold stone floor.

The core was contemplating Cordal’s actions once more when they connected. “What will you need for this plan?” The dungeon core asked.

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The stone tunnel Cordal had used to dig his way into the core’s chamber had slowly been filling after him. After the pair spoke, the process quickly reversed and expanded. Anticipation knotted Cordal’s belly as he watched the dungeon work. Keeping his hand on the core, Cordal tried to gain some small forewarning if his plan was starting to turn south. Instead, he could only feel the dungeon’s curiosity as well. It did little to calm Cordal’s nerves.

From the expanded tunnel came a familiar figure. If Rowan, the Iron hoof held any ill will, it wasn’t clear on his face as he stepped inside the chamber. “Curious.” The monster spoke in a deep, rattling voice as it marched towards Cordal. “I inhabited this form for its physicality and ability to cause fear.” Coming a dozen feet away from Cordal, the bull monster looked himself over. The body rolled its fingers and flexed muscles.

Once the inspection was done, he turned his attention back to Cordal. “Yet, you have a more prevalent urge. Why do you not fear him?”

The dwarf’s face reddened as his ‘interest’ was stated plainly. It was true he did enjoy the sight of the monster, from the rippling muscles to the hints of what lay beneath its armour. “In someways I do, but I’ve learned to stop listening to my fear after sometime.” Voice a bit hoarse, the dwarf nodded his head.

“Interesting, you can simply will yourself not to be affected by a biological and magical instinct.” The minotaur said before pulling at the leather straps of its armour. “Speaking of which, you do understand that you sacrifice much in this plan you have with me.”

At another time, Cordal might have been fascinated by the level of growth the core was having. It hadn’t even been a day, and it was wrapping its mind around something as complex as language. His eyes dropped from the bulging shoulders to the pecs and belly. The core moved with methodical precision, disrobing the minotaur.

The question of why the boss monster had been respawned with clothing flew from Cordal’s mind as he saw what swung beneath the kilt. Generous in anatomical limits, the core had given the man quite a large appendage. “This seems a bit larger than you can easily handle. I can mold it to better fit your limits.” Grasping the minotaur’s cock, the core began to reduce the appendage in size.

The denial came from Cordal’s mouth without his urging. Causing him to pause as heat rose in his chest. “No, I can handle such length. It is to my liking.”

“Elaborate?” The monster twisted his head, the metal adornments upon its horns tinkling lightly.

It took a moment to push through the shame he felt, and yet it made the whole situation all the more alluring. He was aware that what he was doing was taboo. Most people didn’t have knowledge of dungeon cores, and even fewer would think of sexual relations with one. Most people frowned on the idea of having sex with monsters, sapience did little to lessen the taboo for some.

“Part of my plan involves my enjoying this quite a bit.” The monster nodded his head as Cordal spoke. “Being the largest I can handle means it will be an experience I can’t otherwise get and …” He hesitated, “and it makes my cock otherwise unimportant.”

The words didn’t quite do Cordal’s plan justice, but he was having a hard time finding the words. The first step of his rather long plan was the most self-indulgent step of it all. The dwarf yearned to craft his body into something that pleased him, and part of that involved making his dick insignificant.

Just thinking of the idea paradoxically made his dick throb. Reaching past the appendage, he rubbed along his taint, down to his hole, and slipped a finger inside. While waiting for the core to respawn the monster and bring it forth, Cordal had used oil to prepare his hole. He wasn’t too lost to his own pleasure to overjudge his limits, at least he hoped.

A contemplative sound came from the minotaur as he stepped forward. “It is your body; you are free to do with it as you wish as long as you uphold our deal. I am curious to see what more I gain from this exchange.” Going to his knees, the minotaur laid over Cordal. “You have already given me so much to ponder upon.”

Anticipation robbed Cordal of speech, and instead he reached his hand out to stroke along the monster’s shaft. The length had a flared head with prominent veins that ran along its length. The shaft was a light grey, speckled with dark spots along its length. The length throbbed underneath Cordal’s finger and was warm.

With the appendage being unnecessary for the monster, Cordal found it surprising that the core was able to mimic flesh so easily. If he didn’t know any better, Cordal might have thought this was a person, not a dungeon-born monster. Though in a way it was a sentient being. Just a small sliver of one.

“You know, this body remembers you and oddly is quite excited for this chance. “Leaning forward, the bull tucked a hand behind Cordal’s head. Finger sliding between the tracks of his braids and palming him. A thick tongue pushed forward, and Cordal thoughtlessly opened his mouth.

“Your memories provide quite the framework to work off of.” The core spoke into Cordal’s mind as the two tongues met. Cordal’s eyes rolled back up into his skull as his back arched. The taste was pleasant enough. The heat and sheer size of the tongue were what had Cordal truly enthralled. He lost himself to the feeling of sucking on the tongue.

When the kiss broke, Cordal’s lips tingled and his lungs screamed for air. The bull smiled and Cordal matched it as he drunkenly lifted the cock towards his hole. The warmth of the flared head made his hole pulse. The reflex was matched by the bull’s cock. Pre-ejaculate flowed from the cock head in a steady stream. Softer than it looked, it squished against Cordal’s hole; however, the shaft was firm.

Pressing forward, the bull tried pushing into Cordal’s stubborn hole. Taking quick, rapid breaths, Cordal willed himself to relax. It wasn’t clear who was more successful, and Cordal didn’t care. Sliding inside him, the shaft was a bright pleasure, both too much and exactly what Cordal needed. Expletives fell from Cordal’s lips as he kept his hand along the bottom of the shaft as it pushed inside him.

Cordal’s insides protested the sudden insertion, both due to its size and the abruptness. Parts of him that were comfortably in place were adjusted; his bladder protested the loudest. Suddenly filling full with the urge to relieve itself. Tightening up Cordal’s insides offered only opposition to the cock. Familiar with previous experience.

The bull’s eyes glinted with twin flames. The first was bright and matched the sneer that was plastered on the monster’s face. His nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth as he pulled back. The second was dimmer and introspective.

Like everything else that happened in the last few minutes, Cordal logged the second light in his mind for later.

Sliding his hands from Cordal’s head, the monster grabbed his legs and shoved them up. Intending to put them against Cordal’s chest, the monster stopped once Cordal cried out. “Not that flexible!” The dwarf bemoaned. Confusion flickered across the monster’s face before it dispersed.

Shoving his hips back, the monster chambered them for but a second before slamming forward. Cordal’s free hand lifted to the bull man’s hairy chest and grasped a handful of fur. The plunging thrust hit all the right spots and created a few more ones. Breath quickening, Cordal felt the cock slide deeper and deeper inside him. Nearing full insertion, the cock began to bulge Cordal’s belly.

Distance and hubris might have made Cordal overconfident in his capabilities. Yet, he pulled his hand from the cock’s belly and placed it on his own. Feeling the cock slide from his insides and from underneath his belly was a surreal feeling that was hard to describe.

“Quite durable. Impressive.” The core observed as the bull thrust in. His hips meeting Cordal’s ass with a wet clap. Satisfaction ran through the monster’s body, and he lifted his head for but a moment. With bated breath Cordal watched his belly and the bull’s groin as his hole latched onto the member. There was a slurping sound as the bull pulled back. Cordal’s wet hole latching onto the cock like an indecisive lover. The hole squelched and burbled, letting pre slip from its loose limits.

Sliding down betwixt hairy cheeks the pre was frothy and warm, having been churned inside of the dwarf’s insides. What didn’t cling to the dwarf’s skin puddled down onto the bedroll beneath the dwarf.

“If you wouldn’t mind, can you touch one of my stones? I wish a more thorough underst…” The monster began to speak in the core’s voice. Not wanting to be pulled from this moment of pleasure, Cordal did so without thinking further. He felt the presence of something else in his mind.

The bull was merciless as it started at a pace that left Cordal’s mouth hanging open.

“This close to my core, my minion isn’t quite as limited by….”

“Please….” the word was forced up past Cordal’s throat, “stop talking.” Cordal could feel his mind starting to push past the fog of pleasure, and he wanted nothing like that to happen. Blessedly, the core obliged, and Cordal was able to slip back into the pleasant fog that came from the pounding cock. His fist squeezed the crystal, and his head rolled back.

The pace the bull picked was overwhelming and demanding of Cordal’s body. It demanded that it yield in ways that the dwarf never had before. Trying to do just that, Cordal found he failed to keep up. While he may have bested the bull before the monster was showing him where true power settled. Each plunging thrust in Cordal felt his prostate ground down. Weak, watery pre dribble from his soft member onto his belly. The dribble became spurts each time the monster thrust in, aiming up and hitting right against his prostate before gliding along it. Each time it happened, Cordal jerked and let out a noise. The sounds grew less and less intelligible. More bestial. At the same time, they grew higher in pitch and frantic.

Muscles tensing and pleasure building, Cordal strained as he neared orgasm. The constant pounding force easily tipped him over the edge, and Cordal tossed his head back as he came. Seemingly pushed from his prostate, his soft member dribbled cum down on the bulging belly.

Body falling from his control, Cordal stared up into the face of the monster. That satisfaction was still there, yet as he looked at it Cordal felt as if it were alien. The satisfaction was sadistic, as if the monster doing what it was doing was payback for Cordal vanquishing it.

In the moment of lucid thought, Cordal noticed that the monster did not stop nor climax. Instead, it just kept pumping. Hand around the crystal Cordal let a little panic enter his voice. “C-can you stop him?”

There was a pulse before the core answered. “Are you asking or requesting?”

The answer to the dungeon core’s question evaded Cordal. Being able to see into the dwarf’s mind and seeing the silence that followed was answer enough. “I could yes. But I wish to explore this new avenue.”

Pulling from Cordal’s body, the minotaur flipped the dwarf over onto his belly before unceremoniously picking up where he left off. Each impact sent shockwaves through their meeting bodies. A hand placed on Cordal’s head drove his face into the soft bedding. As if a dam broke inside him with this action, Cordal cried out as he was wracked with pleasure so intense.

Still riding the high of his first orgasm, Cordal was shoved towards a second with no clear sign of it stopping. His legs kicked and vibrated beneath him. His hand groped for the crystal over and over, always losing a grip after a savage thrust. Soon enough Cordal didn’t even reach anymore. Pleasure gripped his body and shook him like a rabid beast.

Reaching a peak, Cordal felt everything rush to his head. His insides spasmed, but were so well used and slick with pre they held no stopping power against the minotaur’s cock. For the effort, he got the feeling of his insides pummeled while he reached climax.

So far gone Cordal didn’t even open his mouth to moan or groan. He just let out a nearly constant pitiful whimper while he was being fucked. The afterglow of one orgasm butted up against the next. Running into and over one another. Cordal couldn’t be sure if he had one long continues orgasm or several back to back.

The fog of pleasure was broken up as Cordal’s mouth was filled with a tongue yet again. Bending forward, the bull switched to deep, shallow thrusts while it forced Cordal to choke on its tongue. The strong hands squeezed Cordal’s waist in a iron grip. At another time when his mind was less addled, Cordal might have been able to brace himself for what came next. Instead, it all happened at once.

Slamming his hips forward, the bull flattened his hips against Cordal’s plump cheeks and held himself there. Crushing Cordal underneath the minotaur’s body. The cock began to tremble and the bulge it made shook in his stomach. The flare expanded and seed flowed from the cock. Leaving the dwarf coughing and retching, the bull pulled back and let out a long, triumphant cry. His balls pulled close as his cock started to unload.

Pleasure, albeit tinged with struggle, had been Cordal’s whole world. Now he felt more discomfort than pleasure. His insides filled with warm, potent seed. Cordal was sure he’d be tasting it at the back of his throat soon enough. Cordal slapped the ground. When his hand landed on the core stone, he squeezed it while his belly inflated. It was as if the beast had simply been storing up all the orgasms it should have had and was letting them go at once. The pressure built and built until the cum found a way around the flared head and the shaft.

Hanging his head, Cordal endured the bull’s cock. His own weakly dribbling pre between his legs. In truth, more cum leaked out of his ruined hole than did his cock. It was thicker and warmer, as well as more plentiful. That fact excited Cordal.

“You are at your limit. I think that will be enough.” The core said as the pulsing cock began to wane. “I will gather the information.”

Cordal knew the smart thing would be to stop and let himself rest. But he was not here just to make the smart choices. Yes, this plan would grant him great wealth if successful. But he wanted to do this above any other because it satisfied him.

“Let it… him keep going.” Cordal urged the core.

A long pause and shifting of the monster left Cordal frantic. “Very well, but I’ll gather further information on your body’s state after such an ordeal.“

Wanting to protest Cordal could not, as the cock slid from his insides. Having been anchored so deep inside him, Cordal could feel every inch sliding from him in one long pull. So much cum came from his well-used hole and poured onto the bed he intended to sleep in . The cock finished pulling from his hole with a pop and the pressure suddenly shifted. Cum spurted from the hole.

The minotaur’s thumbs were shoved into the burbling hole and pried it open. Sensitive flesh being parted left Cordal wincing, though so did the cold chamber air rushing across the hole. Getting his snout close enough to blow warm breath on his hole, the minotaur inspected Cordal’s hole on the dungeon core’s behalf.

Only having two hands and both in use, the core used the minotaur’s tongue to search deeper. The lips stopping the flow of cum while the tongue licked along the hot flesh. Cordal seized on the feeling. He couldn’t call it unpleasant or wholly welcome. He was at his most vulnerable and was being treated as a lesson.

The tongue searched until it found Cordal’s prostate and pressed upon it. A pleased feeling came from the dungeon crystal at Cordal’s spasm and jerk. Pulling his tongue out of Cordal’s hole the minotaur sat up. He shoved his fingers inside and pressed upon the button. Making Cordal squirm and resist feebly. “This is your weakness here. One of them.” The core spoke through the bull as it shoved against the button.

The fingers slipped away, and the flare pressed against the hole once more. Given moments of lucid thoughts now Cordal’s resolved nearly buckled. But, he ducked his head and endured. His hands squeezed the crystal as the monster slid in. His stance grew wider and squat. Hooves pressing to either side of Cordal’s hips. Aiming for the prostate the bull thrust in. Driving the head right into Cordal’s button before sliding off and into his guts.

White flashed in Cordal’s eyes and his hole gripped the slick cock. Words failed him yet again as did his thoughts. He had yet to recover when the thrust came again and again.

“If you are so adamant to endure such punishment, I won’t let this go to waste.” The dungeon core spoke into Cordal’s mind as the monster plowed into his body. The roughness and speed at which the cock slipped into Cordal’s body leaving cum flowing down his cheeks and to the bedding.

[Requirements for new class met]

Quickly falling back into his fugue state Cordal watched the golden letters appear before his eyes with dull unfocused eyes. It wouldn’t be until much later that Cordal would be able to understand fully what the gods were telling him.

[Cordal SteelCore] Level 85

Lineage: Dwarf

Classes: Warden Lvl 50 , Fighter Lvl 25, Tracker Lvl 10

Ability Score: Strength: 260 | Dexterity: 165 | Constitution: 285 | Intellegence: 85 | Wisdom: 73

Statistics: Health Points: 2050/2050 | Mana Points: 1000/1000 | Stamina: 2095/2095

Coming to Cordal realized two things very quickly. First, everything hurt. He awoke on his front, and simply turning over onto his side made him feel aches and pains all over. The second was the fact that he was not alone.

Pushing through the pain, Cordal sat up and looked around. He quickly saw that he was still in the dungeon core’s chamber and was lying on his bedroll. The soft linens and fabrics were saturated with fluids to the point that they squished underneath Cordal’s movements. To his right, one of the dungeon’s denizens was crouched with its hands clutching something.

“Calm down.” The dungeon core’s voice spoke into Cordal’s mind as he rose to his feet, hand on the pillar for support.

“That bastard is looting my bag!” the dwarf roared. The Twisted Servent lifted its head to stare at Cordal with its big empty eyes. A mix of rage and panic rushed through Cordal, making his blood pump faster. In the monster’s hand was Cordal’s cooking pot and rations.

“Do not be angry with it. I’ve compelled it to do so. It’s been quite sometime since I’ve been able to learn about items from the wider world outside of my control.” The core implored Cordal.

Pausing, Cordal thought of how best to handle this. The monster hadn’t done the pilfering of its own free will. If it had free will. So, he had to be angry with the dungeon core for overstepping his boundaries. Yet, that was far harder when he couldn’t exactly face the being. Its presence was all through the dungeon and could inhabit any of its monsters. Cordal couldn’t figure out if that meant all the monsters were the dungeon core or if none of them were.

Anger gave way to frustration. “Just don’t go through my things without asking me first. What do you need to know about, anyway?” Cordal fussed back at the dungeon core.

“Everything. My knowledge pool is vast, but not practical. Can you explain and demonstrate what this is?”

Pausing at the dungeon core’s answer, Cordal nodded his head. “Yes, though I have to ask you a few questions.” Hand going to his stomach, Cordal massaged it. After he let the minotaur have his way with his insides, he wasn’t feeling the best. Breakfast would have to be simple.

Taking a deep breath, Cordal moved over to the monster. Frustratingly, it seemed that the core couldn’t speak from the normal dungeon monsters, unlike he did with the boss monster. The dungeon core had instructed the monster to lay Cordal’s pack out on the floor and inspect each item. There was very little rhyme or reason to why the items were laid out the way they were. Cordal’s cooking knives were placed nearby his mace, yet his shield was placed beside the pots.

As breakfast was on his mind, Cordal grabbed a pot, a stove, fuel, and various rations. Pouring water from a canteen into the pot, Cordal set the pot to boil. The moment Cordal sat down and touched the stone again, it had so many questions. Far more than Cordal could easily parse.

Forcing the dungeon core to slow down and ask questions one at a time, Cordal explained that he was cooking.

“Why?” was the dungeon core’s question to Cordal, explaining that he was boiling water for his soup rations.

“Because if I don’t eat, I will starve.” Sarcasm laced Cordal’s voice. But he got a sense of surprise from the dungeon. “You do know creatures have to eat to live, right?” That is how Cordal learned dungeon-born monsters could eat, but didn’t need to. Being part of the dungeon, the monsters were sustained by it. Thus never needed to eat like a person would.

It took Cordal explaining basic biology and showing various memories of cooking for the dungeon core to understand what the pots were for.

After explaining the food and the rations he had, Cordal asked the core his question. “What exactly are you and how far can you see?” Cordal wondered as he put the rations into the soup and stirred.

The dungeon core took a moment to think about the question. “I am like you, I suppose. This whole dungeon is kind of like my body; what you’re touching is like my brain. As far as how far I can see over the past few decades, I’ve been able to reach a few hundred feet outside of my dungeon entrance.”

Internally, Cordal winced. Both because he understood why the dungeon core was scared when he broke into the chamber and for how isolated the core was. “Do you have a name?” Cordal felt as if he should have asked before.

“I have never needed one before. How about Commander?” The dungeon core offered up the title.

The connection wasn’t just verbal; it provided some emotions and even the dungeon core’s thoughts with its words. So, Cordal felt a bit of weight behind the dungeon core’s name. “That is a title, but it will work for now, Commander.” Cordal answered, nodding his head.

The conversation ebbed at that moment, and Cordal found his breakfast to be ready. The dried vegetables, noodles, and meat had soaked up a lot of the broth. Rather than dirtying any of his bowls, Cordal ate right from the pot. As he wasn’t sharing, he saw no reason to deny the small creature comfort.

As he ate, Cordal thought back to last night, and parts of him stirred. Arousal, doubt, and a myriad of other emotions. Though so did a memory. Just before he passed out for the first time and before the minotaur started using his teeth, Cordal had gotten notifed he had gained a new class.

Classes were offered by the system once a set of criteria had been met. For things like his warden and tracker class it was rather straightforward. Other times they could be arbitrary. Kill a certain amount of creatures, endure some great task, etc. Once a class was accepted, it could increase in power through a person’s actions. If a person performed well enough in their class, they leveled up, though it took someone sleeping to achieve that. Each class offered skills, abilities, and very rarely spells.

With a practiced mental effort, Cordal managed to bring up his personal soul ledger, which housed the system’s extensive information on him. Focusing only on the very surface of it, Cordal was able to bring up the class that was offered to him.

[Dungeon Cultivator]

Through your actions to know a dungeon deeper than anyone else, you are granted the ability to bind yourself to any dungeon, becoming its steward. As it grows, so will you. Be warned: if the dungeon core is destroyed, you will lose access to all boons granted by this class.

Accepting every class a person was offered was often ill-advised. While it might give you a boost in front-loaded skills and abilities, it also muddied your levels. Cordal was lucky to have a mentor when he first accepted his fighter class. Any adventurer could tell you a story of someone who had multiple useless classes. Often those adventurers did so to bloat their resumes for some adventuring group or to get cheap levels.

Once you had a class, you didn’t want to use anymore, the only options were a high-priced spellcaster that specialized in soul magic or enchanted items to hide your status from prying eyes.

Cordal gave it a moment’s thought. There were likely very few people who actually took this class. If he found one, they’d be unlikely to divulge any secrets or might even demand access to Commander’s dungeon core.

Taking a deep breath, Cordal mentally accepted the class.

After a moment, he felt a sense of vertigo. If he hadn’t been sitting down, he might have fallen on his butt. Even so, he put the pot of soup down and closed his eyes. Which allowed him to better focus on the words that popped into his mind.

[Spell Gained | Bind to Genius Loci]

Using this skill will bind you to a Genius Loci, allowing you access to a small portion of its skills and abilities. While this doesn’t have to be a willing choice on the dungeon’s part, it is advised not to force a binding.

Mana Cost: 50 MP | Cast time: 10 minutes | Duration: Permanent | Reagents: None

Requirements: You must be touching the source of a Genius Loci to use this spell.

[Ability Gained | Speak with Genius Loci]

While the Genius Loci is present, you may speak to it telepathically. To do so, you must have direct contact with it. A bond with a place will provide a deeper connection and the ability to share information.

Effect:Focusing you can create a bridge between your minds and a Genius Loci

[Ability Gained | Mana Initiate]

You are becoming more aware of your own personal mana and the ambient mana around you. Further study will grant you better control over your own mana and the mana in the world around you.

Passive Effect: +10% to your pool of mana and regain 1% mana per second of focused meditation.

[Spell Gained | Intergrate into dungeon]

You are the caretaker of your bound dungeon and as such are responsible, in part, for its growth. Using this spell, you rapidly break down non-dungeon born material for your dungeon to consume.

Mana cost: 100 MP + 50 MP per minute | Cast time: 1 minute per 10 lbs of material | Duration: Instant | Reagents: Non-dungeon born material.

Ability score increase to Int and Wis.

Thanks to the increase to his ability score and Mana Initiate ability, Cordal’s pool of mana points rose to 1150. Cordal would have looked into the skill along with the rest of the spells and skills he gained if not for two abrupt changes. Commander’s presence appeared at the back of Cordal’s mind, and he suddenly could feel something similar, his heart racing. A tingling sensation flowed underneath his skin, and Cordal’s mind began to pound.

It was a disconcerting feeling for the dwarf. He recognized it as his mana reacting to the change; he had traveled with enough magic users to understand the gist of what was happening. But understanding and feeling it were far different things.

“You are distressed, why?” Commander asked.

“The system gave me a class last night, and it improved some stats. Usually, it does it only when we are sleeping, for this very reason.” The dwarf hissed and squeezed his head. Without the tactile feedback of Commander’s crystal, it was a bit disconcerting to feel it talking in his head.

“System, stats?” Commander pushed into his mind. “What are those?”

The dwarf’s brow crinkled, and he paused. He supposed with the dungeon core’s isolation it wouldn’t have been taught how to sense its soul or use things Cordal otherwise took for granted. Even the inspection skill, the most basic thing everyone learned, was shown to him by another person and honed by inspecting other things. Cordal wondered how stunted his growth of the skill would be if he was only able to inspect himself.

“The system is something that was given to us by the gods. It is not unerring, but gives us understanding of the world and actions we can do.” He explained. When Commander asked no question, he continued. “It will be hard to explain, but I can look to show you.”

Standing up slowly, Cordal looked around at his scattered items. Using the [inspection] skill on any of them could work, but the information one gathered was based largely on their knowledge of diverse fields. He, an adventurer, would gather different information from a mace as compared to a smith. The more information Commander could glean, the easier it would be for it to understand; at least, that was Cordal’s thought process. Which led him to look inward.

“Can you focus on me?” Cordal proposed the idea. As he did, he realized that using himself was a good and bad idea, for the exact same reason. The inspection skill wasn’t perfect and often alerted the target you used it on. Only a very adept user can do so without alerting the person they used it on.

The moment Commander did as Cordal asked, the dwarf felt a pressure creep up his spine. His whole body tensed and puckered. It felt as if a giant beast was staring him down and gauging him. Which, the dwarf realized, might not be too far from the truth.

[Inspection]

Look deep within what you are focusing on for deeper understandings of its form and shape.

Stamina cost: 1 Sp + 1 per second used | Cast time: Instant | Duration: concentration | Reagents: None

Surprise filtered into Cordal’s mind from Commander. The being had slipped away from speech, and its communication turned into a glut of information. Cordal was gifted Commander’s vision of himself and the area surrounding Cordal. It wasn’t just a picture, but ever-shifting information such as temperature, size, heart rate, and more.

Trying and failing, Cordal pushed at the connections that he and Commander had. It didn’t want to close or stop. Only when he stumbled forward and onto his soggy bedroll did he find some relief. Commander wasn’t gone, but it was less present. It was magnitudes easier to withstand.

Settling down, Cordal grabbed for his soup once more and began to eat. Commander’s focus on him ebbed and intensified, likely as the being tried to understand the information it gathered. While Commander seemed to have a vast amount of ability to control things, it still had limits.

Limits that Cordal wanted to expand and take advantage of.

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After his breakfast settled inside him, Cordal rose to his feet and groaned. He was still sore, but not that sore. Putting his feet on the stone floor, Cordal tested his connection to Commander. Only to find the dungeon core contemplative.

“I need to leave for sometime. Maybe for a few days. Will I be attacked by the monsters i?” Cordal asked after a moment.

“I will be able to keep most of my monsters from attacking you. Though the more bestial ones like the dire bats and cave bears act on instinct. It will be best if I direct them away from your path.” Commander explained.

That was good enough for Cordal; in truth, he was only worried about one monster in particular.

Using the last of his prepacked water, Cordal cleaned up as much as possible before slipping into his armour once more. The dwarf felt Commander’s eye on him throughout the whole process. So, Cordal began to narrate what he was doing and why. Commander seemed to enjoy that quite a bit.

Walking into an through the corridor Cordal had made the dwarf found it starting to close behind him. The grinding sound of stone on stone filled the small corridor. Coming out on the other side, Cordal found Rowan waiting for him. The large monster heaved his battle axe up onto his shoulders and looked down upon the dwarf.

Unsure why he did it, Cordal raised a hand to the boss monster. “Hey there…” he began to say.

The monster gave a wicked smile. “You were quite enjoyable last night. Once I can defeat you properly, I think I will indulge in your body again.”

Cordal felt his heart flutter at the words of the monster. “If you can ever beat me.” He challenged. The bull-man snorted and gave a low chuckle.

“We can try again soon enough.”

As the dungeon core had promised, the monsters deeper in the dungeon ignored him. It was as if he wasn’t even there as he passed around them. When he came into the cavern section of the dungeon, Cordal heard the passing of flapping wings and scraping claws. The core was true to its word.

Before he left the dungeon proper, Cordal laid his bare hand on the entrance to the dungeon. “Thank you.” He thought to the dungeon.

Amber Rest was the kind of town that you saw all over the kingdoms. It was a small settlement, mainly consisting of a tight-knit group of people that leaned heavily on its one export. In the town’s case, it was the trees that surrounded the city. The only part of town not catered to the town’s folk or their craft was the center of town where there was a general store, inn, and adventurer’s guild outpost.

It was mid-afternoon when Cordal arrived back in town. Heading to the inn, he settled his room and board with the innkeeper. Paying for several months in advance. The innkeeper knew enough about adventurers not to pry into Cordal’s reasoning for keeping a room for so long. Adventurers could be eccentric and were only a cause for alarm when a large group gathered.

He didn’t even question Cordal’s sleeping bag when he brought it down to be washed along with several other items. Something Cordal was thankful for.

Once matters of room and board were settled, Cordal moved to the adventuring guild. Amber Rest was only large enough to warrant an outpost, instead of a full-on guild hall that came with various services. What the outpost could offer was largely in the form of information and jobs. Both of which were what Cordal needed.

“Welcome back, brave adventurer.” The clerk behind the counter greeted Cordal as he entered the outpost, putting down his paperback book to do so. Some ancestry to one of the larger races had to be in the man’s blood. He was quite a bit taller than a simple human. The red vest and white uniform that all guild clerks wore must have been a special order for him.

It took both Cordal and the clerk several moments to remember each other's names. “Thank you, Thom. Glad to see you are reading again. Anything worthwhile?” Cordal asked.

Thom closed his book and turned it towards Cordal. It was a familiar series of fantasy books; it glamorized the life of adventuring too much for Cordal’s liking. But it did romance well enough. “Ah, well, I’m done with Court of the Crow.” Placing the book on the counter, Cordal slid it back to Thom. Having borrowed it from the man many days ago when he first arrived in town.

“Thank you, and I'm glad you liked it. A bit too…” the man groped for the word that best fit.

“Mundane?” Even to Cordal, the book was slow and with very low stakes. But it had the perfect amount of melodrama and simplicity. Thom chuckled and shook his head.

“Are the bounties still up to date?” Cordal asked.

“Of course, though most are long-standing.” Thom pointed to the back near the door where there stood two cork boards. One for bounties and one for mundane jobs for local farmers. Cordal nodded. “Alright, I will pick over it and then head up to the library.”

“That works; just remember you only need to bring in proof of the kill. We don’t have the ability to process any monsters.” Thom nodded and turned back to his book.

Taking a moment to walk to the bounty board, Cordal memorized several long-standing bounties for monsters in the area. The price of killing the monsters and showing proof was just under the price you’d get for selling the raw materials to the guild. Which worked out fine for Cordal.

Over the next two days, Cordal took it easy and researched more about dungeon cores. Not wanting to invite vandals in to harm or even destroy dungeons, knowledge of the core was almost non-existent. Cordal only figured out after decades of delving into dungeons. A competent person could get the shape of the subject from looking at what information was omitted.

Luckily for Cordal, the things he wanted to know weren’t strictly about dungeons. A genius loci was present in both religious temples and wizard towers. They looked to be a type of spirit that inhabited a particular place. Sadly though, the information didn’t quite fit Commander. It could be due to the small size of the library Cordal had at hand or simply the fact that there were various types of Genius Locis.

Either way, it was a good start.

On the third day, Cordal went hunting.

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The forest of Amber Rest was peaceful as wilds went. The thing the guild and the town offered a bounty on wasn’t some dangerous beast. No, it was pests. They were various monsters that relied on the trees as much as the townsfolk did.

[Amber Ants]

These arthropods use trees as both shelter and a food source. They can grow to be quite large and will attack those that threaten their homes. Once a tree is sufficiently infested by these bugs, it will rapidly deteriorate even as it grows larger.

Finding these particular pests was easy. The trees that it inhabited had obvious signs of distress. Fewer leaves and large holes. Dealing with them was the harder part. Cordal could have spent all day smashing the bugs. Common practice saw a person plugging the holes and pouring water or something more caustic into the trees.

Once it was done, it was only a matter of coming back after a few hours to finish off any stragglers and sift through the hive for anything valuable. The guild simply wanted the mandibles of the hive’s queen as proof. Cordal had wanted something more. He put as many of the dead ants into the large cloth bags he had bought from the general store. Then he brought them over to the dungeon to deposit them.

The other monsters in the forest were a bit more straightforward. Rodents that burrowed beneath the trees and an ooze that latched onto the branches. When he got lucky, Cordal found more than one on a single tree. Though he wasn’t often lucky.

“These beings are fascinating.” Commander told Cordal on the fifth day of hunting. The dwarf felt as if he had cleared out the bulk of the forest. Any other pest was too far away from the dungeon or the town to make finding and transporting them worthwhile.

“Glad to hear.” Cordal said as he dumped a pile of monster parts on the cavern floor of Commander’s outer area.

“Can you leave me with a portion to analyze again?” Commander asked as Cordal sat down before the monster parts.

“Sure, but before I begin, I did want to speak to you about something.” Cordal could feel Commander’s attention on him as he separated a tenth of the large pile of pests. “One of the skills I was granted allows me to bind myself to your core. From what I've read, it means we’ll be more closely connected. Able to share some aspects of our abilities.”

Commander didn’t speak for a while, but Cordal could feel its attention still on him. Cordal understood the trepidation. At best, the binding would be a net benefit for them. At worst, it might prove detrimental to one or both of them.

Letting Commander think for a moment, Cordal took a moment and began to cast Intergrate Into Dungeon. The system had planted the knowledge of the spell into his mind and how to use it. Luckily for Cordal, there weren’t any intricate hand motions or chanting. Instead, he simply had to focus on both the dungeon surface and the material he brought. As he did, mana rushed from his body and towards the monster parts.

Reddish-yellow in color, Cordal’s mana appeared as vapor as it left his fingertips. Once it touched the monster parts, it began to wrap around them. With the parts being somewhat magical, Cordal felt them resist for a moment, but they gave in quickly afterwards. Slowly the monster parts began to flake off and dissipate.

It took several minutes to work through the whole pile, and Cordal sat back with triumph afterwards.

“I will allow you to bind yourself to me, but I wish to start Combat Training.” Commander proposed the idea. The training had been one of the many things Cordal’s plan had proposed to help the dungeon rapidly gain power. Which in turn would allow it to produce more potent reagents.

Even when it came to non-combat roles, adversity was the way that anyone improved.

Cordal thought for a moment. “Alright, but I want something else too.” Commander exasperation was evident. “I want to pick from those I defeat to fuck me.” It had been over a week since Cordal had spent sometime with Rowan and in that time Cordal had been looking for another chance with the monster.

“Why only those you defeat? If you are willing, I can ensure you have as many partners as you can handle.” Commander’s words gave Cordal pause. His words struck something deep within Cordal. “Rowan was enough to exhaust you previously. But I’m sure you might enjoy some variety."

Cordal’s heart fluttered. He had let himself be carried away previously, and the two days of recovery were proof of that. So he tamped down on the urges that were inside his belly to ask for more. “T-that would work, but we would need to find somewhere more comfortable than the stone floor.”

“Would a bedroom suffice?”

That gave Cordal pause. “You have a bed somewhere in here?” Cordal asked.

“No, but I can expand an area nearby my chamber and put a bed in it.” Commander explained.

Inwardly, Cordal cursed. If he had known Commander could do that, he wouldn’t have paid for a room. Then again, if he was going in and out of town, it would be a good idea not to look like a crazy man who camped in the forest. That’s how stories of witches and druids stealing children started.

“That will be good to have, yes.” Seeing Commander was so willing to do all this made Cordal want to open up to the being. His view on sex was skewed, and in a way, it played into what Cordal wanted. He wasn’t seeking romance, but neither was he ruling it out. He wanted something different, and he felt it was too early to explain that to Commander.

“We should do the binding first, though. It may give us better insight into one another during combat.” Cordal brushed off his pants as he stood and walked out of the room.

His hand stayed on a nearby wall as he walked to stay in contact with Commander. He had toyed with the idea of walking barefoot, but this was far better.

Walking deeper into the dungeon, Cordal passed numerous twisted servants. They were dutifully cleaning and caring for the dungeon. Using their mops, buckets, brooms, and rags, they obsessively cleaned every inch of the dungeon.

The Twisted Marauders loomed over Cordal as he walked through the halls. Seeing them after the talk with Commander made his stomach lurch in the best kind of way. The Twisted Servents were good to look at, but the large form of the Twisted Muraders did something for him. Maybe it was all the muscle or the threat. Or maybe Cordal would be just as enthralled with the Twisted Servents once he took one to bed.

Mind full of lecherous thoughts, Cordal made his way down to the boss chamber. This time the doors didn’t swing shut behind him. From the moment Cordal entered the chamber, he could feel the boss monster’s eyes on him. They were red lights in the darkness.

It was only when Cordal was maybe a few dozen paces away that he realized Rowan, the IronHoof wasn’t standing and instead it sat naked on the chest at the back of its room. In one hand it held the pommel of its axe, the weapon’s other end resting on the ground. On the other hand, the beast squeezed its semi-hard on. It leered at Cordal.

Rowan was a boss monster, and as such, he retained some memory of those it fought. Even outside of Commander’s control. It remembered Cordal’s weakness and was all too happy to display it for the dwarf.

Pausing before the monster, Cordal felt his mouth go dry and his heart race a little faster. He locked eyes with the beast and then his dick. It would be so easy to let the monster take Cordal over the chest. All he’d have to do was strip out of his armour and let Rowan take control.

Stepping forward, Cordal raised a hesitant hand. When it landed on the monster’s dick, he felt it throb. Releasing his hold on the dick, Rowan let it drop into Cordal’s hand. Feeling it pull his hand down, Cordal quickly used both hands to brace the shaft and then looked up at the monster.

The sound of stone grinding on stone shook Cordal from his stupor and left the monster sneering. If one had been keeping score, Rowan had bested Cordal twice now. More if one cared to count each time the monster made Cordal orgasm.

“Please contain yourself, Cordal. I wish to see your combat skills in top form.” Commander spoke through the monster.

Shaking his head and his hands, Cordal stepped around the monster and toward the open tunnel.

“Next time.” The monster promised, causing the hair to rise on Cordal’s back. Cordal turned to look over his shoulder, but Rowan was no longer focused on him.

Cordal placed his hand on the wall of the tunnel. “Did you make him say that?”

“No, but I can see he means you no real harm. You just happen to be the only one who has returned in quite sometime. So you are getting much of his attention” Commander explained.

Cordal took a moment to think about that as he approached the Commander’s core room. “Why is he different from all the other monsters that don’t seem to have a mind of his own?” Cordal wondered.

“I will tell you after you’re bonded.” Commander shied away from the answer. Cordal didn’t push further, understanding this was a delicate situation. He could offer Commander some time to answer.

Arriving in the core, Cordal found it much the same, with one addition. On the other side of the pillar was a door. It was ornate with polished red wood and gilded in gold.

“I see you've got the bedroom set up already.” Cordal said as he approached the pillar. A sense of nervousness came over him. Accepting the new class was his first step forward. This binding would be another step, and one he would have a harder time coming back from. If his plan to retire wasn’t what he wanted, there would be little he could do.

Pressing forward, Cordal laid his hand on the crystal that made up Commander’s core. “Are you ready?” He asked of the core. A moment’s hesitation led Commander to answer in the affirmative.

Looking inward, Cordal began to activate his spell. He felt a deeper connection form between Commander and himself. His awareness began to expand and stretch. He felt a faint sense of Commander all around him. In the very air and in turn the touch allowed Cordal to see deeper. Commander saw deeper parts of him as well, parts Cordal was reluctant to share with another. Commander was vast, far more than just here and now.

Cordal felt something deeper in the ground. A darkness and an anger that crept up from something long buried. What shocked Cordal most was that it was not unfamiliar. In fact, it was very familiar. The anger of betrayal. It was hot blood pounding in one’s ear and a maddened scream that left your throat hoarse.

As Cordal touched on it, he could feel Commander’s surprise and trepidation. Even the dungeon did not know what was at the heart of its depths. Like before, Cordal pushed through the idea of calmness and comfort. The presence of the anger retreated, and Cordal felt Commander latch onto his mind. It was not a pleasant feeling, but Cordal did not shove the being away.

Sitting in that moment, Cordal solidified the tether in his mind that connected him to the genius loci. The tether stayed with him even when he removed his hand from the crystal and stood up.

Both Commander’s and Cordal’s plans fell through as Cordal’s priority refocused. Going for his pack, he laid his cookware and bedroll out beside the dungeon core. The pull of sex and combat just wasn’t there was Cordal saw a hint of what was deep inside Commander.

“Last time you seemed curious as to why I wanted to make my rod less important.” Cordal spoke aloud.

“You mean your penis?” Commander said after a minute.

“Yeah, that. Well, I never quite saw why it had to be so important. For me, it was just something I was born with, and while it’s there, I don’t want to use it.” Cordal explained. “At least not always. I would much rather use other parts of me. My mouth, my hands, my ass.” Wanting to do something with his hands, Cordal began to make himself something to eat on the cook fire.

“I’ve come to understand, from your memories, that genitals are quite important to a person on both a physical and emotional level. Even you seemed to be excited when Rowan was quite large. Why not your own?” Commander’s question was genuine.

“Just doesn’t feel right to me. Though I wouldn’t get rid of it, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Cordal explained.

Shock colored the tether. “You can do that, remove part of yourself.”

A chuckle came from Cordal, and he shrugged. “Yeah, some people who feel similar to the way I do feel that way because their body wasn’t right for them. I can say I’m similar, but I don’t dislike my dick. It’s just not important to who I want to be or how I feel pleasure.”

The conversation lapsed between the pair, and they both fell into a comfortable silence.

Stepping forward, Cordal found himself looking at the powerful thighs of the twisted minotaur. Bringing his shield up, Cordal managed to block much of the force behind the beast’s swing as the handle of the axe struck him. Causing far less damage than the bladed end would have.

Just as Cordal prepared for a counterattack, he experienced a sharp phantom pain as several of the twisted servants screamed. It wasn’t just loud, but magically enhanced to stagger Cordal’s mind. The clear move that Cordal would have easily taken had its form muddled and power weakened. What should have been a debilitating strike to the Twisted Marauder’s legs simply turned into a hard impact.

Reeling, both Cordal and the monster separated.

Turning, Cordal tried to go after the pair of twisted servants. One having the head of a goat and the other a chicken. When Cordal lumbered towards them, they split up and kept yelling. The distance lessened the potency of their attacks, but the quantity and longevity of the screams sure made up for it.

Trying to go after the servants had cost Cordal any advantage he had earned from striking the Marauder’s legs. It was back on top of him, swinging down with his axe. Carrying through his shield the strike left Cordal’s shield arm numb.

Steeling his mind against the mental attack, Cordal caught the axe on his shield and delivered a decisive blow to the monster’s leg. It spelled the end of the fight.

Though not the end of the battle.

“That ambush was quite effective.” Commander spoke into Cordal’s mind directly. “You are quite winded. If you were to stop, you would be overwhelmed as the monsters flock to you. Pushing forward will spell defeat; retreat is the only way you might escape.”

Being inside Cordal’s mind, Commander could see through his eyes and sense quite a bit about the state of his body. “Most adventurers wouldn’t be in here alone. Don’t expect such tactics to work on all of them.” Cordal warned as he pushed deeper towards Rowan’s room.

This had been the standard practice for each training session they did. Cordal would start at the dungeon mouth and work his way down to Rowan. Commander hadn’t been able to stop Cordal from reaching the boss room yet without directing all the dungeon denizens to attack him. Though each session the dungeon core edged closer and closer.

Now, Cordal more often than not was on his last leg by the time he made it to Rowan’s chamber. A fact that the boss monster loved.

[Rowan, the IronHoof] Lvl: 50 | Type: Unique Cursed Monstrosity

All the work Cordal had put into hunting along with the practice didn’t just improve the dungeon core's ability to think and expand it's knowledge of the outside world. It allowed commander to make improvements to the strength of the dungeon's denizens. For this reason, Rowan’s room had gotten quite the upgrade.

The lights in the room had become omnipresent, illuminating the numerous piles of gold and trinkets that sat along the walls of the chamber. Rowan himself had gotten a throne, or what had once been a throne. The wooden seat had its heraldry torn from it and had been attacked with an axe. Sitting with one leg up on the throne’s armrest, Rowan leaned on his axe.

As the doors closed behind Cordal, Rowan sat up. His fingers gracefully removed the breastplate and tassets. Leaving only several straps that braced his legs and forearms.

“This doesn’t give quite accurate information on combat data.” Commander voiced its disapproval of Rowan’s actions and Cordal’s reaction.

Rowan’s nostrils flared, and Cordal shook the numbness out of his shield arm. Having Commander in both of their ears, the two men were quite aware of how ill-advised their actions were. But there were stakes to be proven.

The gap between Cordal’s and Rowan’s personal power was still quite large, but the boss monster was closing the distance. At a speed that Cordal was surprised by.

As the two met, Rowan made the first move. His intense attacks quickly put Cordal on the defensive. The tactic to fight into Rowan’s blind spot was far less effective this time around. While Cordal could still do it, it was not without peril. Cordal could only deliver a short exchange of attacks before he had to slip away. Otherwise, he risked being struck by the axe, which had a surprising range.

It took Cordal several exchanges before he figured out what Rowan’s plan was. Up until now, the piles in the room had been inconsequential to the fight. But now Cordal was driven closer and closer to them with each retreat. More than instinct told Cordal that the gold piles were a trap.

Acting as if he hadn’t quite caught onto Rowan’s ploy, Cordal let himself be driven towards a pile. When he judged himself close enough, he made a feint of his next movement before throwing himself at the pile. Having been right, Cordal’s mace found more than loot in the pile. The twisted servant inside was quickly dispatched before it could scream.

With the method of surprise lost, Rowan pounded his chest while giving a great shout. A wave of psychic strain raked across Cordal’s mind, but it was only momentary. Soon he was back on the move and quickly found out that the shout hadn’t just been an attempt to disable him. More twisted servants sprang from the gold piles. They effectively narrowed the area in which Cordal could fight.

Switching tactics, Rowan was the one who went on the defensive. At the same time, the net of twisted servants grew smaller. In an attempt to stop them from closing ranks, Cordal surged towards the closest servant he could see.

Unlike all previous experiences with the monster, this twisted servant didn’t move. It’s rodent-like face twisting into a smile right before Cordal dispatched it. A moment later, a massive shadow loomed over Cordal. Bringing his mace back and around, he was too slow to stop Rowan's next strike. Cordal braced for the pain and prepared to power through it to get at the next servant

Instead, Rowan grabbed the back of Cordal’s head and drove him towards the ground. With his shield and mace in hand, Cordal had to make a snap choice. Tossing away his mace, he caught himself with his one good arm. Rowan’s second hand pressed on the back of Cordal’s breastplate.

Real panic slipped through Cordal’s mind as he fought back. His single arm was only enough to keep himself from being pushed further down. It started to tremble underneath Rowan's pressure. The scraping of hooves and padding of feet grew louder as the twisted servants moved in.

“You’re in peril and at your limit. I’m going to stop this!” Commander said.

“Do not!” the words were barked instead of said through Cordal’s link with the dungeon core.

Confusion colored Commander’s mind. Cordal didn’t hear Commander’s rebuttal as the twisted servants closed ranks. Rowan shoved forward with all the force he could and flattened Cordal to the ground. A knee to the back replaced his hands as they moved to remove Cordal’s helmet and pin his arms.

The twisted servants screamed, and all Cordal was filled with was panic. He scrambled and struggled against Rowan’s hold. Only to find the minotaur laughing. Leaning in, the minotaur got his face right next to Cordal’s as his mind was saturated with fear. A questing kiss turned into the minotaur’s lips sealing around Cordal’s neck and sucking.

Bound to the dungeon, Cordal had some resistance to the many things it could leverage against invaders. It worked against him now, as it took far longer for the twisted servants’ psychic attacks to work. Giving Rowan time to indulge in the taste of Cordal’s flesh. As Cordal’s mind slipped away from his control, he was left with the feeling of lips, teeth, and tongue.

Cordal came back from the blackness with two surprises. He was naked laying against Rowan’s body. He sported several new scrapes, bruises, and cuts he hadn't started the day with.

The minotaur held Cordal's head against his firm chest and was slowly fingering Cordal’s ass. Between his thighs Cordal could feel himself balancing against the cock he so craved.

In the face of that, nothing else mattered. Almost nothing.

[Fecundate]

Your constant brushes with magically potent monsters have left your body susceptible to their power. Further exposure will allow sufficiently potent or powerful monsters to procreate with you and otherwise influence your body.

Status: Curse | Duration: Unclear

The system notified Cordal of the status as soon as he opened his eyes.

Cordal knew of several ways to get rid of one’s curse status. If a person caught the debuff before it became too ingrained they could see the services of a skilled mage or the services of any number of churches. When those failed the only option was to ride it out.

A shudder ran through Cordal’s body as he realized what this meant. It wasn’t quite what he had planned when he hoped to make the dungeon stronger, but neither was it something he ruled out.

“I’ve gotten something that might help our plans.” Cordal spoke to Commander. He felt the presence of the dungeon core in his mind. Yet, it didn’t respond.

Which left his heart racing. Commander didn’t seem the type to simply discard him, but maybe the dungeon core thought Cordal was too reckless and outlived his usefulness. The thought went through his mind unbidden. Maybe he was being left to Rowan as some kind of reward. Even if he hadn’t, and Commander was distracted, Cordal was left in the monster’s clutches. Cordal realized he had gotten too comfortable relying on Commander’s graces and lost his edge.

Before he could spiral into a bad idea, Rowan lifted Cordal’s chin and made him look up into the red eyes. In them Cordal only saw the monster’s determined gaze. Pushing a thumb against Cordal’s jaw, Rowan pried it open and forced his tongue in. At the same time, he shoved two of his large fingers into Cordal’s hole and curled them.

Choking on tongue and doing his best to suck on it, Cordal found his body lifted. Rowan’s cock sprang up and against Rowan’s body. Lowered back down, Cordal slipped from Rowan’s mouth and was left balanced against his cock. His legs straddling the monster’s thighs.

“You lost. Now, your body is my reward.” Rowan said.

Cordal felt anger rise up at the monster’s assertion. He could still have best Rowan and come out on top. That cheap trick wouldn’t work twice.

Cordal knew he was being rash in thinking Commander left him. Yet, if the dungeon core had what would he gain by fighting. He would have to struggle through a desperate scenario and escape the boss room. All without his equipment, because only the gods might know where Rowan stashed it. Or, he could just give in. This wasn’t too far off from what he had wanted.

He might not be as filthy rich as he wanted, but he could live his life bouncing on Rowan’s fat cock.

“Like hell I am, you bastard. You beat me this one time! I’m still ahead.” Cordal bit back. His hands moved to grasp Rowan’s exposed nipples. He bent down to kiss Rowan’s cock head before sliding back up and grinding against it. “What is it? I beat you eight times and you beat me what twice?”

Rowan narrowed his eyes and his cock throbbed. “More than that lordling.”

“Bah. The sex doesn’t count. It’s like a sparring match, I let you fuck me!” Cordal laughed. Only to be quickly silenced as a third finger was forced inside him. It was abrupt and made his insides do flips. Then Rowan pressed right against his prostate, and Cordal melted.

“Well then, I’ll make you beg for it." Rowan growled, no small anger behind his words. “Like the noble bastard you are.”

Rowan had been like that as he grew stronger. He was able to have a better rapport with Cordal and think through strategy. But his distaste for non-dungeon born entities seemed to reference some kind of ruling class. It was a clue to what that source of anger Cordal touched had been. Commander had all but confirmed that the source was where it was pulling parts of himself from, to expand the dungeon and refine the monsters.

In his mind, Cordal made a note to check on any stories of past nobles in the area when, if, he got the chance.

Sliding two fingers out of Cordal’s hole, the minotaur used the remaining finger to tug on his hole, elongating and stretching it. His remaining fingers played with Cordal's ring, stroking it. “You’re going to do better than that if you want me begging.” Cordal could feel the desperation in his voice. Knowing he was on unsteady footing.

Rowan said nothing and instead gestured in a come-hither motion with his free hand. Following the curling finger, Cordal heard the approach of several twisted servants. Looking over his shoulder, he was shocked to see they had similar red eyes to Rowan's. “I won’t be doing anything.” Rowan promised. Using both hands, he pried apart Cordal’s cheeks and offered his hole to the approaching monsters.

[Rory, Twisted Defender] Level 45 | Type: Unique Cursed Monstrosity

Cordal had run into it only a number of times, monsters that were subordinates to boss monsters. It was something that was only supposed to happen with very powerful dungeons.

Keeping his eyes trained on the first of the monsters to approach, Cordal watched as he stripped from the ragged suit. This one resembled a creature that Cordal wasn’t quite aware of. It was hairless, allowing him to see the warped and twisted flesh that covered corded muscles.

“You could easily make them more effective if you gave them weapons to fight with.” Cordal explained, speaking both to Rowan and Commander. Commander only offered silence. Rowan blew out an angry breath and slapped his other hand down on Cordal’s ass.

Pinching and kneading the hairy cheeks, Rowan shook his head. “They shouldn’t be fighting at all.”

Before Cordal could figure out just what he meant, he felt a second pair of hands on his ass. This twisted servant had a tapered cock with a spiral shape. It was longer than it was thick. Meaning Cordal’s hole welcomed in the cock easily, having been prepared by Rowan’s fingers for such a task.

Letting the other monster grab Cordal’s ass and hips, Rowan lifted Cordal’s chin. “You can quit at anytime lordling, but until you beg me to fuck you well enough, you won’t get my dick.” Rowan promised. Using just his thumb, he kept Cordal looking up and laid the remaining fingers on the back of his neck. Cordal couldn’t see anything below Rowan’s chest, but from the way Rowan’s cock shook against his body, he knew the minotaur was jerking off. Pleasuring himself as Cordal watched him being fucked by his subordinates.

The position Cordal was in wasn’t the most sturdy. Each thrust forward moved him up against Rowan’s cock and as Rory pulled him back, he went easily. He could see someone getting overzealous and yanking him back. Reaching for the arms rest Cordal squeezed the wood tight to anchor himself down.

Cordal found he liked the feeling of this new monster dick. It wasn’t as oppressive as Rowan’s, but it hit all the right spots. His position allowed Cordal to be fucked from numerous angles. From below, from above when the minion stood on its toe tips, and even from the side. Each thrust was delivered with the fervor of someone indulging in his own pleasure. To the monster, Cordal was just a tight hole.

Before Cordal knew it, the monster slammed his hips inside him and began to cum. Flooding Cordal’s guts with the seed. A fleeting thought as to what this meant for his new curse entered Cordal’s mind and was quickly forgotten. Sliding out of him, the first twisted servant gave way to the second and then the third.

Each new monster made Cordal ache and need for more. It was a step closer to him starting to beg for Rowan’s dick, and they both knew it. He could see it in the sneer that was on Rowan’s face each time he refocused after drifting off in the pleasure that was brought on by the monsters. As his hole grew sloppy, Cordal grew more impatient. The moments it took for a cock to slip into him after the last was done were too long.

It was utter torture when his hole was left unattended after each of the few monsters that had been in the boss chamber had had their turns. Cordal couldn’t have told anyone how many monsters there had been or if they had only taken one turn each or five. All he knew was his hole was empty and a big throbbing cock was resting against his body. All he would need to do was sit on it.

Shuddering out of him, Cordal moaned as he sat up on his knees and tried to stand on Rowan’s legs. Wanting to squat down on the cock. He was shoved down, but only back into place. “Fuck!” he cursed before rolling his hips and his body. He looked up at Rowan, finding his cruelty in denying him unbearable.

“Fuck me, you big bastard!” Cordal demanded.

“Is that anyway to beg? I thought you had manners.” Rowan laughed.

“Like hell I do. I need you inside of me and if I’ve got to …” Cordal began before Rowan’s thumb was shoved past his lips. It pinned his tongue to the floor of his mouth. His hand came down to slap Cordal’s ass and pull at his hole.

“If you don’t beg properly, you will get nothing from me.” Rowan said, anger behind his voice. “Your threats and power mean nothing here.” As if to further show his displeasure with the downward Rowan shoved Cordal down to the ground and placed a heavy foot on his back.

Trying to catch sight of that dick he longed for Cordal only caught sight of the defiled throne. He could hear the wet skin on skin sound of Rowan pumping his cock.

“Bring them in!” Rowan demanded. It took several moments, and the sound of the scraping metal door across the floor, for Cordal to understand. Commander wasn’t ignoring them, just him.

Heart racing, Cordal tried to turn and see just who was coming in. Only to have Rowan press down to deny him the knowledge of what was entering the chamber.

“Before this foul curse, my men were not such violent beasts. But I will sate their hunger even so,” Rowan explained. His hand sped up for several moments as he cursed. Only for him to stop and lay his hand over the edge of the throne. Lifting his foot, Rowan shoved Cordal away and back. The dwarf tried to stand but only ended up rolling ass over head.

His momentum was abruptly stopped when he landed amongst a crowd of legs. A moment was all he got to react before he was grabbed by his head. A large hand picked him up. The hands moved to his thighs to pull his legs apart. Held aloft, he was in the middle of a crowd. The crowd was solely full of marauders.

Their grace and tact were gone. As a cock was suddenly shoved towards Cordal’s ass, another monster grasped his face between both hands. His head settling between both palms while the digits were large enough to wrap around his head. A tongue was shoved down his throat nearly at the same time the cock found its mark. His eyes grew wide as he was inundated from both sides. The tongue choking him denied him any chance to voice his discomfort as the cock spread him.

The cock was closer to Rowan’s in size, but the shape was grotesque. Like the owner that’s muscles were bloated and body misshapen, so was his dick. It had throbbing veins and ridges. The twisted monster used it more like a cudgel than a cock. Just ramming it up into Cordal while holding him aloft.

Other hands grasped his body and head as the minotaur’s pressed closer. Where the first one’s cock pounded into his hole, other fingers probed at the hole. Finding the hole packed full, the monster nonetheless tried to test Cordal’s limits. A cock slid up against its twin and butted up against Cordal’s taint. Pressing up, the cock slid along the back of his balls and out past his thighs. Trying again, the monster was satisfied when his cock was trapped between Cordal and the monster’s body. His bulging belly rubbed by cock inside and out.

Trying to focus, Cordal looked past the throng of monsters. Between the moving heads, torsos, and horns, Cordal only saw a glimpse of Rowan. As their eyes met, Cordal saw satisfaction on the monster’s face.

It was all too much. Groping for any bit of monster he could service, Cordal felt his orgasm rip through him. It shook his body and made his mind pound. His cock dribbling cum on his belly and the cock pressed against it. The effort of the semi-hard length was only noticed by Cordal himself. No one else seemed to care about what Cordal was put through.

They were monsters, extensions of Commander’s will and power in the dungeon. If he didn’t care to command them, they ran on raw instincts.

Pulled down to the base of the cock Cordal’s legs were spread wide enough he squirmed. The warped minotaur began to cum into him. As if on some kind of cue, his throat was freed of monster tongue, and he cried out. Belly filling with more seed with each throb, Cordal looked out towards where he last saw Rowan.

No longer able to catch sight of him, Cordal tossed his head back, feeling as if the cock was at the back of his tonsils. “Please, Rowan, I want you.” he begged. The remainder of his words were stolen from him as the cock was wrenched from his hole. Yanked straight down, it left him wide open as cum fell from his gaped hole. As before, he didn’t get a moment’s rest, and a new cock was slammed into him.

The presence of Commander in his mind was a poisoned fruit. He could call out to the dungeon core and if it listened, he might save himself from any more. But it would also be admitting that he couldn’t handle what Rowan put him through. That felt like a bigger defeat to Cordal with his addled mind.

Interrupted from his musing, Cordal felt a hand grasp his face and a finger grope at it. His nostrils and cheeks were pulled at as fingers were shoved into his open orifices. No longer held by the monsters, Cordal’s was instead balanced on the dick fucking him. A singular hand guiding him along the thrusting shaft.

Wet, grotesque slapping sounds filled Cordal’s ears. Cum from his hole poured down his thighs and onto the floor as he was tossed back and forth. His precious family jewels were limp in the face of the pounding he was getting. Only leaking clear pre while they swung.

A hand grabbed Cordal’s head once more, and the flared tip of a cock was shoved against it. Spreading his lips wide, Cordal tried in vain to open wide enough for the dick. Instead, the appendage lost traction and slid over his nose, brow, and hair. Seemingly satisfied with that fact, Cordal’s face was scrubbed across the cock over and over. So far gone Cordal thought nothing of when the cock in his face began to throb and shake. Though even if he had, he could have done nothing to stop it from pressing to his face as its owner reached climax.

Cum was blasted straight into the dwarf’s face. Into his nose and mouth. Thankfully, he had his eyes closed. The thick cum was pungent and salty. It coated his hair, and what didn’t land on his body splattered on the floor.

Before he could come to terms with that, Cordal found himself slammed down on a monster’s dick and held in place. Cum rushed to fill his gut, when no space was easily available it rushed back down along the shaft. His loose hole letting it spray down the shaft and over the minotaur.

Regret and shame filled Cordal as sure as the cum did. His body was worn out and his insides felt sore. Yet, he said nothing. Only keeping his regret for not begging harder or how much he wanted more manageable partners with manageable cocks.

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Not an inch of Cordal felt dry, and his mind had long since checked out from the monsters that were having their way with him. Passed from cock to cock and hand to hand, Cordal grew used to the ache and soreness that came with being used by so many monsters. He hadn’t been exactly celibate in his previous life, but he was far past any limit he thought he had before.

When the last of yet another group of monsters pulled their dicks from Cordal, the dwarf couldn’t bring himself to feel accomplished nor glad. He was left in a puddle of cum.

At the approach of Rowan’s feet, Cordal felt worry at the back of his mind and pushed it away. He climbed to his feet, or at least tried to. He ended up on one knee and stared up at the monster. The minotaur’s cock was throbbing while it drooled its own pre down into the puddle Cordal had been dropped into.

Swallowing, Cordal opened his mouth.

“You don’t…” Rowan began to speak over Cordal.

Hacking and coughing, Cordal interrupted Rowan before gathering himself. “Please fuck me, you bastard. Use my body for your pleasure and let me share a bed with you.” Cordal’s choice of words didn’t quite please Rowan, and the monster crossed his arms. But Cordal wasn’t done. “I don’t quite know why you hate this lord so much, and I don’t quite care. All I want to do is make both of us feel good and get rich while this whole place grows stronger.”

Rowan bared his teeth and squatted down. “Don’t worry, you’ll get just what you want. But I’m going to use you, anyway. I want to make sure no one can repeat what happened again.”

Clearly seeing the question on Cordal’s face, Rowan ignored it in lieu of picking him up. All care for the question slipped from Cordal’s mind as Rowan slid the dwarf down his shaft. Unable to control himself, Cordal squirmed and whined as his guts were forced apart.

Holding him like precious cargo, Rowan walked to the back of the room. Commander opened the way into the dungeon core’s room and back to the bedroom he had set up a long while ago.

“I’m going to fix the way you speak to me. I’m not a bastard.” Rowan demanded of Cordal. Hitting the doors at the back of the room, Rowan was pushed into a room that could have been opulent. Yet, the fine furniture and paintings had been damaged beyond usability. It was by far the worst Cordal had seen the dungeon’s lower floors. Only the bed was pristine.

Any other time Cordal would have been put off by the destroyed decor. But Rowan thrust him into bed, ready to make the bed match the rest of the room. “Now!” Rowan shoved his thumb into Cordal’s maw and forced it open. “Let's see if you can learn to talk to me properly.”

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“Welcome back, brave… Woah, what happened to you?” Thom’s pleasant greeting as Cordal entered turned distressed as he saw the state of the dwarf. It looked as if the dwarf had been tossed around a dungeon and barely made it out to tell the tale. Which wasn’t too far from the truth.

“Nothing!” Cordal was purposefully short as he came to the counter. Not having to feign the soreness he felt. Out of his ruined armour the dwarf wore a large cloak that hid most of his body and proof of what happened in the dungeon. “I think I found some good loot this time and I want to start selling it at auction.”

“Sure, what did you find?” Thom asked, not quite off the current state of Cordal.

Rather than speaking, Cordal dropped a sack of gems and a sword. All of which was created by the dungeon as Commander grew in power and ability. Cordal’s hunting, combat training, and other ‘activities’ were doing far more in the dungeon than he had hoped. Showing this off is all part of the plan.

Once people noticed the new riches Commander was able to produce, they would come from far and wide. With them, they’d bring more chances for the dungeon to grow. All Cordal would need to do was stay off the radar and keep anyone from getting to the dungeon core.

The plan was going along so well that they both were looking to see what Cordal’s new ‘curse’ might bring them. If more people were gifted such a boon, there was no telling what the dungeon could become.

“And I would like to get a history of the town. Anything you have on previous rulers.”

A sound of frustration pulled from Cordal’s throat as he ran his hand through his hair. Weeks in the dungeon training had given him little time to rebraid it, and as such, it was a cloud that rose from his scalp. Perfect for pulling at in anger. “Why is there nothing?” The dwarf stared down at yet another book that gave so little about the town of Amber Rest. All any of the books talked about was the town’s export.

Pain left the dwarf lowering his hand to his stomach. The mounting frustration with the situation was not doing his body any favors at all. His once soft belly was taut, and certain spots were very firm to the touch.

“Having a hard time?” Thom asked as he came up the stairs of the guild building.

Lowering his hand from his belly, Cordal leaned back in his seat. Wincing and clenching his jaw at the abrupt movement. “Yeah.” Cordal pulled his robes closed tight around his belly.

Thom’s eyes dropped down towards Cordal’s movement. Raising a fist to his mouth, Thom cleared his throat before speaking again. “Well, what are you looking for? Maybe I can help.”

Weighing his options, Cordal took a moment to think. He didn’t know how long Thom had been at the outpost, but he seemed to enjoy the pace of the work. So, Cordal was going to think it was for a while. If that were true, Thom would know a fair bit about the dungeon and any history of the area.

“You might be able to. I’m just looking to see if there is any history of nobility in the area. Or, maybe a group of ancient minotaurs.” Cordal said.

Nodding his head as if he understood, Thom pulled out a chair. The tall man made the chair look diminutive. “That is something people ask often enough. I’ve asked around. It is a touché subject for those town folks that know. So, I only know a bit of the story. Have you heard of The Crown Wars?”

Cordal blew air from his nose. "Yeah, hasn’t everyone. But that was ages ago." Being a dwarf, Cordal was blessed with a long lifespan, and even when he was younger, The Crown Wars were ancient history.

“True, but for some races like your own, they are only two or three generations removed.” Thom seemed to grow more animated as he talked. “It was a time when people threw around magic that could reshape the world and gods walked around with mortals.”

Cordal barely kept from rolling his eyes as he silently listened.

“This town was home to a small, but important, noble house. His name escapes me. But suffice to say he wasn’t one of the better men. He looked to make allies of a nearby tribe of warriors in his bid for the throne. From all those that spoke to me about the topic, things looked to be going well. But the Lord saw betrayal when there was none. So he thought to make sure that his allies could never do so. Using magic of the worst kind, he attempted to control their minds.”

Sitting back in his seat, Thom gave a sigh. “And that is where it gets hazy. He failed, of course, but how that happened is up to anyone. If anyone truly knows, they aren’t saying. The guild only grew interested in the area around sixty years ago when the dungeon was discovered, and before that there was almost nothing here.”

Cordal thought back to that well of anger and betrayal he felt when he bound to Commander. Neither of them had been too keen on diving that deep into the dungeon core’s mind again. But they might need to. It was important for them both to do so. The deeper Commander searched within himself, the more he could bring to bear.

Cordal’s hunting was only doing so much.

“You found something in there. Didn’t you?” Thom pulled Cordal out of his thoughts. “The dungeon, something changed about it and you found something new?”

Unsure how to answer that, Cordal danced around the subject. “Maybe?! The boss, Rowan the Iron Hoof, at the end of the dungeon called me a nobleman and a betrayer. Plus the lower levels and those monsters being described as servants. It just points to something,” Cordal said.

“That is still a lot. Maybe all the previous adventurers overlooked something. Oh a secret passage or a puzzle no one has been able to solve.” Thom grew excited the more he talked.

Cordal clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “One of the rooms on the entrance level was a bit strange. Maybe I’ll give it a deeper search once I go back inside. Thank you, Thom.”

“Any time. Just remember to tell me everything!” Thom reached for Cordal’s book. All too happy to let the man do the work of putting them back, Cordal said his goodbyes to the man and headed for the stairs.

Lingering at the top of the building’s stairs, Cordal contemplated how he might get back.

Thanks to the curse and Cordal’s inaction, Rowan’s last stunt had left the dwarf with a belly full of eggs. A problem for many reasons. Anyone who did a deep enough inspection of his statuses would see the fecundant curse or the gestating eggs. Such a problem was easier to solve given some resources.

No, the problem currently facing Cordal was the physical effect of the eggs inside of him. Even the smallest movements made the egg shift and roll. Big movements, like walking down stairs or running, were fraught with displeasure. Even sitting still and one bad shift could see Cordal doubled over.

“Are you okay over there?” Thom called.

“Yeah, still a little sore that boss really did a number on me.” Cordal called back. He would need to report Rowan’s improvements to the guild soon enough, lest things start looking too suspicious.

“Oh yeah, Rowan is trouble. You shouldn’t go down there without a team.” Thom answered. His attention was back on Cordal.

Cursing under his breath, the dwarf took the steps. Feeling the eggs bounce and jostle with each step he took down. Sure Thom’s eyes were still on him and unwilling to check Cordal took the steps faster than he should have. Although the pace was still slower than his normal walking speed.

The fact that his room in the town’s inn was on the second floor made the dwarf spitting mad. Only exhaustion this time with the dungeon’s monsters and the walk of shame back to town was the reason he could get any sleep.

In the morning, Cordal awoke to a new horror.

Pain wrenched the dwarf from his sleep into the waking world. Sweat covered his body even though the room was on the colder side. Everything felt weak, and a headache throbbed. He hadn’t felt so bad since his youth when he lost a rather terrible bar fight.

The one upside was the fact that he wasn’t covered in his own dinner. And that was the only upside.

Thanking whatever god made up the system, Cordal summoned his soul ledger and inspected himself. Squinting his eyes against the pain, he quickly read through his status.

[Gestation]

You are currently the carrier of several different monster eggs. These eggs, like any young, take nourishment from their parent. Unless they are kept sated, these eggs will forcibly draw mana from their carrier. If no mana is available, other resources, such as stamina and health points, will be taken instead. Which will result in the carrier’s death and likely transformation into a monster.

Type: Physical ailment | Duration: Unclear

Health Points: 1000/4603 | Mana Points: 0/1000 | Stamina: 50/2225

Cordal’s eye twitched as he watched the current status of his body. Laying in bed, he looked down past his beard and to his belly. It had grown quite a deal larger. The skin was flushed and still a bit paler than he normally was. He couldn’t see his toes past the gut.

A brief moment of weakness reminded Cordal of the fact that he couldn’t see his cock either and that he kind of asked for this. The only deviation in his plan was the method these new monsters would be made and his peril.

Cursing his greed, Cordal took a moment and closed his eyes. While Cordal might have loved to go back to sleep, it was not what he focused on. He cleared his mind and focused on his ability Mana Initiate. The ability required him to be focused on his meditation. Cordal had never meditated on purpose in his whole life.

A shifting of the eggs caused his belly to clench and his eyes to fly open. Cold ebbed through his body like a wave, and in its wake was a surge of pain as the eggs drew on his life.

Moving quickly, Cordal ran to his supplies. Having never needed them before, Cordal didn’t stock mana pots. Instead, he had a few dozen high-quality life-restoration potions. Without thinking, he uncorked one of the bottles and drank it down. Retching at the taste of it.

[Greater Rapid Healing Potion]

This potion sacrifices the ability to cure poisons and other ailments for the pure speed of its restoration of life. This potion must either be poured directly onto the wound or otherwise enter the body. Once applied, the potion will work in a matter of moments.

Effect: Seal any wound it’s poured upon and regain 5000 hp over 5 seconds.

The moment he finished chugging the bottle, he felt a world better. Leaning on the nearby wall, Cordal watched his health points top out. Looking down at himself, he gave thought to what to do next.

He could hide out in the dungeon until he could pass the eggs. The problem with that came in his needs. Commander could produce a lot of raw materials for potions and even some complete potions. But not anything in good supply. Which meant staying in the dungeon would be a problem. Though trying to stay in town would be just as troublesome if he grew too large or ran out of potions to restore his stats. People would notice his new size or if he collapsed from exhaustion.

His only options were to leave Amber Rest to find a good supply of potions or to stay and learn to better control his mana.

Only one option didn’t jeopardize his plan with Commander.

Cordal moved quickly to get dressed in the dark robe he had worn last night. It would look out of place in the town, but it wouldn't put extra pressure on his belly like his ruined armour would. At least he didn’t look quite so sick as the color was coming back to his skin.

Gathering up anything he might need in the foreseeable future, Cordal left his room and braved the stairs. They were even worse than last night, but expecting that Cordal managed to power through the pain the stairs caused and headed to the general store.

Harold’s Handy Wears was a shop that catered mostly to the townsfolk, and as such, anything an adventurer might have needed was shoved off to one side. The rest of the shop had simple hardware tools, non-perishable foods, clothing items, books, and so much more. Thankfully, Cordal had visited Harold’s shop multiple times before. He had no difficulty navigating to the section for potions and rations. He even knew the vague area to find something that would cover his whole body.

That item happened to be a robe meant to cover a fairly large human, but for now it would work for Cordal’s needs. It was likely he'd grow in size thanks to the eggs. If he needed to come back to town it would do better than his current robe.

Paying for his potions, rations, and makeshift tent, Cordal danced around the question of why he was buying so many potions. Thankfully, Harold was an older human man who was only making idle conversation.

[Minor Mana Potion]

This potion allows the consumer to restore their personal mana by drawing on the ambient mana around them.

Effect: Restore 300 mp over 5 seconds. This rate is increased or decreased based on the amount of ambient mana surrounding the consumer.

Leaving the store, Cordal quickly made his way to the forest. Having spent the last few months hunting in it, Cordal had managed to learn how to move through it quite well. The path he took wasn’t straightforward or nearly the fastest. But it was the smoothest one that avoided any steep rise in elevation, dense parts of the forest, or rivers.

“Something is wrong with you.” At first, Cordal thought it was his own mind voicing its anxiety. But he quickly realized it was Commander’s voice. He was still a good distance away from the dungeon when the thought came.

“Nothing to worry about yet. How are you doing that?” Cordal asked as he rested against a tree.

“Our bond seems to allow better connection, but my area of effect has increased.” Commander said.

Cordal nodded his head and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “We might be able to send some of your monsters out to hunt. I can show them what to look for once I feel better.”

The main reason Cordal hadn’t thought it was an option before was the dungeon’s range. Wherever Commander ‘saw’ is where the monsters could reach. The forest didn’t have too much in the way of monsters to hunt. Even the ones Cordal went after had nearly dried up. But if Commander could hunt in a wide enough area with some inconspicuous monsters, it might be a good option.

“Feel better? What happened?” Commander sounded worried to Cordal.

“Oh, I’m touched. You’re worried about me.” It would have been smarter to actually tell Commander what was wrong. But Cordal was still a bit bitter about the dungeon core ignoring him while he was fucked by every monster on the lower floors of the dungeon. He was immediately punished as the eggs shifted and bottomed out his mana supply. A small chunk of his health disappeared along with it.

The drain was inconsistent at best and seemingly completely random.

Cursing Cordal nearly doubled over before composing himself. The feeling of worry that filtered through his connection to Commander was sobering. “I just need to learn to control my mana better. Or else these eggs Rowan saddled me with are coming out.” Cordal finally answered the question as he got moving again. The feeling of Commander prying into Cordal’s mind and soul ledger sent a shiver through the dwarf. Suppressing his curses, Cordal pushed off the tree he leaned upon and took a deep, calming breath.

“I think I can help you with that task. I have been able to create several new monster types, and I think one might be able to help you.” Commander said, pulling at Cordal’s interest. He was aware of the fact that the dungeon could evolve to the point of expanding or adding new monsters. But, it wasn’t something he went over.

“Good to know, and I have some information that might be about your history.” Cordal said back over their connection as he started walking.

Silent Commander contemplated that information while he looked into Cordal’s soul ledger. Having allowed Commander to do so often, there was only the barest feeling of pressure along Cordal’s spine. With Commander unwilling to chat further, the conversation lapsed.

[Mountain Peak Sage] Lvl 35 | Type: Monstrous humanoid

Being right does not soothe the pain of the heart.

Having been away from the lord’s manor when the fateful spell was cast, this sage was not caught in its direct effect. Yet he still bears the burden of it. Unable to fix the madness of the curse, this sage can temporarily stave off the effects in his allies.

Unlike any time before, Cordal was greeted by the sight of a minotaur as he neared the dungeon entrance. This one was much closer to Rowan with reasonable horns and feet instead of hooves. Instead of armour, this monster wore a robe and carried a staff. “That is quite new; how do you think it can help me?” Cordal wondered. While the sage resembled some of the twisted marauders, he was less physically intimidating. Which told Cordal it had something sneaky to catch adventurers off guard.

“Come to my chamber and we shall see.” Turning, the sage paused the movement as Cordal grimaced. “What is wrong?”

“Stairs…” he said with a heavy sigh.

“Stairs will be the least of your worries. Those eggs are still growing in size, and there is no telling how big they will get. They are likely to demand even more mana from your body to keep growing.”

Swallowing Cordal accepted that information with the weight it carried and walked his way behind Commander. He took notice that they were able to pass below and by the more beast-like monsters of the dungeon. A lot of things he noticed at his slower pace through the dungeon. The monsters were looking far less downtrodden and more refined. Like a honed blade.

“You know I don’t blame you for what happened between me and Rowan.” Cordal said to break the silence as they walked. “In truth, I actually should thank you. Even counting what is happening now, I enjoy what Rowan does to me.” Cordal hadn’t meant to steer the topic in that direction, and to admit he enjoyed the peril he was put in felt like it cheapened it a little bit.

A long sigh came from the sage. “I’m glad you enjoy it. Because you may be on a course that neither of us can steer you away from.” Alarm tightened Cordal’s belly and made him slow to settle. “But I can not take credit for all of Rowan’s actions. I can stay his hand should he go too far. But he has a will of his own, and to figure it out fully would mean going deeper into that part of me. He is an unbound part of me, autonomous.”

Cordal only partially understood what the dungeon core meant. But he trusted him enough not to pry further for the moment.

“Hmmm, good to know. But, what do you think this new monster can do for me that I can’t do on my own?” Cordal wondered.

“Well, the magic this monster uses can calm the emotions of those cursed by the lord’s spell. It may allow you to learn meditation much more easily. Additionally, close to the core, I can grant you boons because of our bond.”

Up until this point, their bond had all but gone untested outside of communication. With them focusing on combat training and Cordal allowing himself to get lost in fantasies, they hadn’t had the chance to explore anything else. Though, with his combat ability possibly hampered by the eggs and Cordal unwilling to risk them, it was the perfect time to explore different avenues.

Entering the boss chamber, Rowan and his minions paid Cordal great attention.

“Do not linger!” Commander warned Cordal as his steps slowed. The dwarf huffed, but said nothing. Instead, he kept his pace constant as he unbuttoned the robe. His shirt already rode up along his belly thanks to its new size, but Cordal lifted it with the covering. Rowan’s nostrils flared as he watched Cordal rub along the gut.

“Looks like combat training is postponed for the time being. Maybe you can use this time to grow stronger and beat me fair next time.” Cordal said as he got closer.

“And how wasn’t that fair?” The minotaur asked as he knelt down on one knee. His rough hands groped at Cordal’s chest and belly. Giving both a gentle bounce. Leaving Cordal, huffing for various reasons. “Overwhelming force is a common tactic of any combat group, right?”

Cordal’s response was lost under the feeling of the calloused hands rubbing against his soft flesh. The minotaur knew it and exacerbated the problem by pinching a nipple and rolling the flesh between his fingers. It was only the looming threat of the egg’s unchecked consumption that Cordal mustered enough resolve to slip back. Rowan’s fingers lingered on the dwarf’s nipple, letting the tension grow painful for just a moment before letting go.

Cordal walked to where Commander stood with the tunnel to the core created. The core's form towered over Cordal with a disapproving look. “What?! I didn’t linger.”

“Your disregard for your own personal safety is both admirable and distressing.”

Entering the core, Cordal found Commander had already taken care of the accommodations for him. A wide circle of pillows and blankets was placed nearby the pillar. It looked far comfier than his bedroll could alone. A fact he proved when he lay on it and rolled onto his side. He could have easily fallen asleep amidst all the comfort that was presented.

The inn was looking less and less amenable by the second. If he got better at cooking and finding proper meat from non-dungeon born monsters, Cordal might never leave the dungeon.

Having watched Cordal indulge in the blankets for a few moments, Commander spoke. “You know, if you become proficient in your meditation and mana, you might be able to influence the eggs to grow faster. Or, even alter what is inside of them.”

This caused Cordal to sit up and look at the bull. He didn’t need an emphatic connection to the dungeon core to understand he was being played. Unless he wanted to risk having too many eggs in him, Cordal couldn’t let Rowan have his way with him. At the same time, it could be months before the eggs fully grew, and to be out of commission for that long wouldn’t work for Cordal. In turn, if Cordal was able to produce these eggs at a faster pace, Commander would stand to gain a lot.

“Alright, alright. Lets focus.” Cordal said, shaking his head. He scrubbed his hands over his face and threw his hair back.

Giving Cordal a moment to gather himself, Commander clicked his staff on the ground. From it, a web of lights and lines raced along the floor of the chamber. Where it touched the wall or core, the lights surged up the surface and into the ceiling where they coalesced. In turn, Cordal felt something pulse inside his chest. A moment later, the hair on his forearms stood on end.

[Overflowing Mana]

Ambient mana flows around you in great quantities. The cost of spells and abilities will be greatly reduced. The degree to which this is useful depends on your personal affinity to the mana and talent to filter it.

Type: Buff

Current Effect: 1% mana regained per second while this effect is active.

“I can’t keep this up forever unless I neglect other things. Ready for the spell?” Commander asked.

Unsure if he was really ready, Cordal nonetheless laid back down and closed his eyes. He did not see Commander raise the sage’s hand or the wave of calming blue energy that came from it. He felt the press on his mind. It flattened his thoughts and left him with only the ability to feel his body.

Deep in his chest, he felt a trickle of his mana. It was hard to focus on compared to all the aches and pains in his body. But Cordal’s mind didn’t have much else to focus on. Thanks to his life as an adventurer, he was able to push away the feeling of fatigue his body felt. It did little to magnify the feeling of his mana, but left it as the sole light in a sea of darkness.

In the darkness of his meditation, Cordal became aware of several other forces. They weren’t him, but they were of his body. He recognized them as the eggs. As he watched, he saw them siphon from the flame of his mana. The blue flower of energy danced back and forth, growing bigger and smaller. Several times he watched it become nothing but a single ember before the dark consumed all that was around him. His thoughts and fatigue attempted to fill the void that the mana had left. Yet, he pushed against it.

It took several attempts, but Cordal managed to will his flame of mana to surge. He imagined it as stoking a stove or camp fire. He couldn’t give it too much in fear of putting it out. Instead, he pulled scraps of mana from the world around him. That technique took him letting his body back in by degrees.

After sometime the darkness transitioned, and Cordal found himself asleep.

[Level up! Your Dungeon Cultivator Class has improved to level 5.]

Increases to ability scores: Intelligence and Wisdom!

[Ability Improvement! Your ability Mana Initiate has improved]

Changed to: +15% to your mana pool, a passive 1% mana recovery rate, and regain 5% mana per second of focused meditation.

Cordal awoke in pain once more. He wasn’t covered in nearly as much sweat, and his health hadn’t taken nearly as large a hit as before.

Sitting up, Cordal began to gauge his surroundings. There was little to take in. While he slept, Commander had left, taking the buff to the ambient mana. Without the being’s focus in the area, the room was dimmer, Cordal noticed.

Turning to his pack, Cordal brought out stuff for an early breakfast as he contemplated what to do next. The smart thing would be to eat and go back to meditating, trying his best to do it without commander’s spell. Yet, he would need other things to occupy his time.

Exploring the dungeon and seeing where Commander might best expand it to give any future adventurers a challenge came to mind. Sitting down with his meal, Cordal thought about the task. Where his mind wandered to commander’s most recent form. The name suggested that the thing had something to do with the top of the mountain.

Touching Commander’s core pillar, Cordal pushed through a thought as he slurped porridge. “Can you make tunnels that go up into the Amber Crown Mountain?” Cordal had done a little research on the mountain range and it was largely untapped wilderness. With Amber Rest on one side and an equally small town on the other side.

“I suppose, but why?”

“Well, one of the townspeople, Thom, gave me an idea. An area that has yet to be discovered, which is hidden behind a puzzle.” Cordal said. “That way, you can lay hints to the solution down in the lower levels and make any newcomers interested in what is up top. That means they’ll be going in the opposite direction of your core.”

Keeping the dungeon core safe and Cordal’s involvement a secret was the pair’s top priority.

“That sounds doable, but will mean I’ll have to focus on that.” Commander said.

Cordal nodded his head in understanding. “Of course, with me like this, I can’t do much hunting or training. This is the perfect time for you to expand your limits. In fact, do you think you can generate something that hides my new class and any curses I might have on me?” Such items were well regulated by several groups. The various world governments, the adventuring guild, and the thieves’ guilds.

“Maybe I don't know for sure, but I will try.” Commander said slowly

“Good enough.” It had to be for Cordal. Wearing the item would close several doors to him should people get anxious about his status. But it was better than letting people peek. There were many high-level adventurers who used such enchantments to hide rare classes or powerful equipment.

There was a sense of anticipation in their connection there. Cordal could feel Commander wanted to say more, yet he felt the core’s awareness turn away.

After his meal, Cordal took to meditating once more. The task was harder without Commander around to rile up the ambient mana or provide the sage’s buff, but Cordal could manage. In fact, it helped him greatly to learn how to clear his mind and keep it that way. Often a stray thought or pain in his midsection proved too much for him, and he’d end up stopping for a while. At that point he went to his pack and read one of the books Thom had suggested.

The books were surprisingly more erotic than Cordal had thought they would be.

Over the next month and a half, Cordal settled into the simple routine of meditating, eating, and resting. Though by week three it wasn’t something he did by choice. The eggs had begun to grow in size under their diet of Cordal’s mana. Which in turn made travel from the dungeon all but impossible. His belly stuck out so far that he feared toppling over if he moved at anything faster than a waddle. Even under his larger jacket it would look as if he were poorly smuggling goods underneath his clothing.

If that had been all, Cordal wouldn’t have minded, but the eggs had really enjoyed Cordal’s new mana pool.

Hand on his belly, Cordal crouched atop the blankets and pillows that had become the place he spent all of his time. The other hand braced Cordal against Commander’s pillar. Mana saturated the chamber so thickly that it coalesced on Cordal’s forearm hair like frost. The dwarf, for his part, focused intently on his mana and pulled in as much of the ambient mana as he could. In turn, the eggs greedily consumed the mana the moment it entered Cordal’s body.

Commander, while currently inhabiting the Mountain Peak Sage, looked onto Cordal with worry. Unlike before, Commander dared not use the Sage’s spell to influence Cordal’s mind or emotions. It might make Cordal lose focus and stop pulling in mana. Even a short lapse could risk Cordal’s health. So, Commander, just watched.

With the siphoning of his mana, Cordal was racked with waves of pain. Said pain ebbed and flowed in intensity. Each new feeding lasted longer and longer. It was up to just under a half hour numerous times a day. The mana potions had been giving him some relief, but he had long sense consume them all.

Just when he thought it wouldn’t stop, Cordal felt the pull on his mana end. His whole body relaxed, and he slumped. For a few long moments, he just panted.

Before either Cordal or Commander could break the silence, Cordal was surprised by golden text appearing before his eyes.

[Gestation Complete]

“That’s good at least.” Cordal said, voice wavering. Once he had a moment, Cordal provided Commander Context behind his words.

“Great, does that mean you won’t need to worry about having your mana drained for the time being?”

The answer happened to be yes, though neither of them was happy to find out as to why. Cordal felt a great pain in his middle as his muscles tensed. Doubling over, he placed both hands on the pillar. The pain and pressure lessened as he spread his legs.

[Induced Labor]

Having endured the trial it took to fully mature your young you have one final challenge. You must…

The message became a blur to Cordal’s eyes as his stomach lurched and his muscles contracted. Having never experienced such a matter, Commander was no help to Cordal, and the dwarf didn’t know how he could be. For a moment Cordal regretted not involving anyone with medical knowledge in this problem. The moment passed, and he had no energy to spare.

Trembling like a leaf in the wind, Cordal followed his body’s natural instincts and pushed out. Each time the pressure that was building in Cordal’s body moved further down. Descending, the egg didn’t move at one constant pace.

Which felt unfair to the dwarf.

Standing by, looking panicked, Commander watched the dwarf bent over on all fours. The sound the dwarf made was somehow worse than before. Yet it was powerless to do anything.

For Cordal, the pain came to a head as he felt the pressure at his anus. He tried to spread his legs even wider, but he could go no further. The egg pressed out of his hole as he pushed. Only to recede once he relaxed. Inwardly Cordal cursed as it felt like he was fighting against himself as the egg all but reversed its progress.

As if his body wanted to make things worse, another egg already began descending.

Breaking from its panic, Commander crouched behind Cordal and laid a hand on the dwarf’s back. “Go on, shove out again.” The bull urged only to yelp as Cordal screamed. Unsure what else to do, Commander shoved a finger in on either side of the egg. The dark ring of flesh grew taut under the bull's fingers as he pried it open. On the next push Cordal let out a pained cry and lifted his head.

The exterior of the egg was predominantly white with several bands of red along its length. The size of it was staggering and just kept growing, seemingly bigger. Yet Cordal kept pushing, his distress palpable.

When enough of the egg was out, it tipped forward. It wobbled and teetered on the edge of the dwarf’s hole. “Catch it!” The dwarf’s voice was hoarse and frail as he shouted the demand. Commander scrambled to hold it with both of the monster’s hands and eased the egg out with Cordal next push. The surface was slick and warm to the touch.

Perplexed, the Commander knew not where to put the egg down. Only placing it on the cloth bedding when Cordal pushed again and yet another egg began to crown. This one was green with black star-like speckles.

While the first egg was the hardest for Cordal to pass, none of the following were easy for the dwarf. Each took several long minutes to work all the way down to Cordal’s hole and then be pushed out. Using both hands, Commander switched between holding Cordal’s hole open and lowering the eggs into a pile. It was no wonder Cordal had such trouble because what had been in the dwarf totaled nine rather large eggs.

As soon as Commander confirmed that all the eggs were intact, Cordal collapsed

[Level up! Your Dungeon Cultivator Class has improved to level 10.]

Increases to ability scores: Intelligence and Wisdom!

Ability Granted:

[Shared Sight]

While having direct contact with a part of the dungeon, you may replace your vision with that of the dungeon itself. This effect can be done in reverse as well.

Cost: 100 SP to cast initially |Duration: Concentration

[Far Reaching Bond]

While you are outside the sphere of influence of the Genius Loci inhabiting your bonded dungeon, you may stay in contact with it and vice versa.

Cost: 10sp to cast and 5sp per second | Duration: Concentration.

[Fecundant has become a new passive Skill]

[Omni-fecundity]

Your body has become used to the presence of potent and powerful mana that is not of its own. As such, you can now nurture such power into new life. This will allow you to become pregnant from mating with any compatible species.

[New Skill gained]

[Body Built for Breeding]

As your body becomes capable of fostering new life, it shifts to accommodate its new role. This includes, but is not limited to, more pronounced hips, chest, and the ability to process mana for gestating young.

Effect: 100% increased efficiency of mana fed to young

A headache pulled Cordal from his slumber and was accompanied by a sore aching throat and dry mouth. Then he was blindsided by the feeling of his insides shouting at him. If he hadn’t already been on his side, he would have doubled over. As it was, he pulled himself into a fetal position.

Cordal laid like that for a long time. Only realizing a hand was placed on his back after it had long sensed started to rub. “Are you alright?” Rowan’s voice spoke.

In his confusion Cordal tried turning and regretted it. “What?” he asked confused. Only to catch on to the fact Commander was inside of Rowan. It would have be comforting for Rowan to show such concern.

“No, but I’ll be alright.” Cordal said after a moment.

“Okay, we’ll let you rest. While you rested I have managed to inspect the eggs.” Commander spoke before pausing.

For the second time in a short while Cordal was trying to move to ask for further clarification.

“It sounds callous to describe them in such a way, but they are exceptional and will allow me to spawn powerful versions of monsters into my dungeon. For now I have them stored inside of what I think of as my vault.” There was a significant pause. It lasted long enough that Commander may not have spoke if not for Cordal trying to move again.

“Down below.”

Once Cordal was recovered enough to walk and was starting to go stir-crazy, the dwarf asked to see the new path of the dungeon. Commander turned down that request, as that part of the dungeon was still being created. Logistically, the caverns the dungeon had to create took far more time and dedication than the tunnel Commander made between his core and Rowan’s boss room.

The dwarf’s attention turned to the next pressing topic in his mind, and that was the eggs. Commander was hesitant to grant the request, but relented after almost a day of prodding from the dwarf.

A path of spiral stairs built itself out around the pillar at the center of the chamber. Gentle blue light was shone via veins of crystal embedded in the walls and floor. Thoughtfully, a groove was carved into either side of the path’s walls.

'Below' didn’t quite do Commander’s vault justice.

Cordal had been walking for quite sometime before he grew anxious at the depth. The already cold air of the dungeon dropped noticeably, and Commander was all but silent in his mind. So, for a while, it was only Cordal’s own thoughts that accompanied him down. When his thoughts drifted to the future and the arrival of other adventurers in the dungeon, Commander did speak up.

“What do you think will happen when people begin exploring the dungeon in earnest?” The question was cagey and defensive. As if it were ready to hold an argument with Cordal.

Unsure what Commander was truly asking, Cordal decided to go for what he thought might be troubling the being the most. “Are you asking me how I will react when you have to start hurting or even killing adventurers?” Cordal said bluntly.

There was silence once more before Commander answered. “Yes? In a way.”

“That is something hard to answer fully.” Cordal could feel Commander begging to retreat. “It will be callous to say, but every adventurer knows the risk before they even step foot in a dungeon. Anyone with a mind to take on a combat class starts with normal monsters in the forest or in training classes run by the guild.”

“But aren’t they people like you?” Commander’s voice was small in Cordal’s mind.

“Yeah, but people have come closer to getting me killed a lot more than any monster has. If it’s not someone stabbing me in the back, it was someone breaking formation or making a stupid choice that put the party at risk.” Cordal didn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice as his shoulders hunched. “Monsters are far more honest with their intent, and you haven’t done anything that made me question our relationship or the goals we both have.”

“Aren’t you a bit mad about how Rowan treats you or about what the eggs did to you?” Commander sounded exasperated and confused.

The blue light that emanated from inside the gems was starting to glitter with a bright red color as well.

A snort of derision came from Cordal, and he shook his head. “It was a bit scary at the start, but the pain wasn’t too bad and looking back on the eggs, it was enjoyable feeling them inside of me. It’s complicated, just as complicated as why I enjoy what Rowan is doing.” Cordal touched his belly as he spoke, keeping one hand on the wall. His pace had slowed to a crawl to allow him to speak and think.

“You provide me with a lot of certainty that things won’t go bad.” Cordal said, while also remembering just how exciting it was when Commander was silent. Letting Rowan and the other monsters have their ways with him had a thrill to it. A thrill Cordal only experienced in the most pitched battles.

“So you’re just comfortable letting Rowan use you in such a way and making more eggs like you had?” Disbelief colored Commander’s words.

“Comfortable, not really. Willing, yeah.”

“Why?”

Cordal’s foot touched the bottom of the stairs, and he faced a wall full of crystals. The glow of the stones being almost fully red with just a hint of blue. “That I can’t tell you. For me, it just feels right. Neither hides what we want nor need from one another.”

Commander took that in for a moment. “Alright, I don’t quite understand. But I’m glad you told me this.” The gems pulsed blue and red to form a vibrant purple before the crystals sank in. A moment later, the place where the crystals had formed was a wall.

Stepping lightly, Cordal walked forward and found himself in a strange cavern. The chamber was lit from below, emanating from pits in the floor. The insides of the pits were covered with dense crystal formations. Each pit having a unique type of crystal shape and level of light. Some of the pits were the size of a fist, while others were large enough that Cordal didn’t think he could jump them.

“What am I looking at?” Cordal stopped just within the room. The light was not strong enough to make him sure he wouldn’t trip over a pit.

The lights rose in intensity in the room, and Cordal could see in the far distance a mound of crystal. It was larger than any of the buildings in town, and that was only the part of it above ground. It pulsed with a dense red light.

“This is the result of the lord’s spell? At least from what I can remember of it’s fall out.” Commander explained. “I call the holes soul wells. They are how I can bring the monsters back to life after they’ve been killed.” Cordal began to walk forward as Commander spoke. Looking around with a bit of reverence. “Each belonged to an animal or being that was killed because of that lord’s spell.”

“Are their souls trapped in them?” Cordal said, sounding horrified.

“No, these are just impressions of their souls. Most impressions weren’t detailed enough to give me a good idea about the being. Even those, like Rowan’s, are imperfect. They are depictions of the being in its final days.” Cordal kept quiet as Commander spoke. Its voice was somber and wistful.

“I’m not quite sure of the reasoning behind it, but each well has the potential to grow deeper and wider. Once a well grows deep enough, it allows the monster to retain more of a personality and memory, but means it’ll take far longer to recreate them. The wells naturally gather ambient mana to respawn the monsters. I can personally fill the wells with my mana, but even then it’s not instant.”

“I wonder if I can use my mana to fill one of these wells.” Cordal wondered. “To make it easier for you in rare instances.”

“That could be possible.” Commander spoke the words slowly. “That thought brings me to the reason I brought you down here.” Commander took time to direct Cordal around several holes and towards a section of the room that was brightly lit. He was stopped before several pits that were dark. From the dark pits Cordal heard grinding noises, and the eggs rose from the dark, sitting upon a bed of crystals.

[Stabilized Monster Egg: Ironhoof Vanguard]

This egg contains the essence of the monster Ironhoof Vanguard. As such, its contents will not degrade over time. To be hatched, proper conditions must be met.

Quality: Rare | Monster level: 54 | Monster Type: Cursed Monstrosity

The egg was dark brown with grey circles around its base. Cordal moved from egg to egg, inspecting them. Each one held a different type of monster that was similar to the monsters already in the dungeon. A [Twisted Valet], [Twisted Chef], [Twisted Guard]. Though only the Iron Vanguard was of any quality above uncommon.

“If I channel mana through those, I can spawn them into the dungeon, though only in very select spots and they don’t passively gain mana to be summoned.” Commander explained.

Cordal’s brow pinched. “That sounds similar to the skill of summoners.” Cordal didn’t know the specifics about the classes that could summon other beings. Like teleportation magic, the magic was the type that could very easily be exploited to cause widespread trouble. It was said that such magic was used in The Crown Wars. Spell casters could bring forth an army of monsters to contend with nations.

“It’s possible. It’s something innate I can do, so I can’t quite be sure.” Commander explained.

Spell casting had never been a field in which Cordal excelled. What little knowledge he had of it was from party members who used it or from being on the receiving end of offensive spells. Commander could only know so much about itself. The knowledge for spell casting was severely lacking for the pair.

“Well, that’s just something we’ll have to be on the lookout for once more adventurers start arriving. As they do more resources catered to them will arise, spell books, components, and the like.” Cordal explained.

“Why don’t we use this guild outpost you visit to find out more about what we need and sell some of the eggs?” Commander proposed, “I even finished that item you asked me to make. It’ll be on your bedding when you come upstairs.”

Cordal nearly smacked himself on the forehead for forgetting the resources of the town and the guild. He was inundated with new information, so he was forgetting resources he had at his disposal. Even if the guild didn’t have what he needed on hand, he could always order things to be brought to the guild.

It may take several months, but time was something he had in spades at the moment.

"That is a good idea, my armour is all but ruined thanks to Rowan. Do you think you can use it for research? I'll order more armour next time I arrive in town. Oh and a bigger spatial bag!" He offered the item up. Commander of course was all to happy to take the items for research purposes.

Climbing the steps back up Cordal let his mind wander about magic. He was never the type to indulge in magic because it took so much time and effort. The simplicity of a mace and overwhelming strength had always been something that worked. But now he had all the things he needed to sit down and cultivate his skills in any form of magic or crafting. Just selling what the dungeon produced would turn a good profit, but if he could process that it’d be even better.

[Necklace of Anti-Divination]

Before use, one must become attuned to this item. When a person wears this necklace, and for an hour after, any attempt to inspect the person themselves or worn belongings will instead find information about this necklace. This includes divinations on location.

Quality: Uncommon | Durability: 200/200 | Attunement: One hour of concentrated focus | Mana reservation: 10 Mp + 100% per item bound to attunement location.

Just as Commander promised, the necklace waited on Cordal’s bedding. Resting on a silver chain, the amulet was a thumb-sized sliver of amber framed by a silvery metal. The interior of the amber had a nebulous cloud of something Cordal couldn’t identify. It would take greater knowledge of enchanted items or various other fields for him to figure it out.

Such an item represented weeks or even months of work from a craftsman. Cordal himself had to wait four months to have his armour made and personally crafted for his body. It took Commander about the same time to make such items, but that was while it was doing so many things.

Putting the necklace on, Cordal got dressed as he focused on attuning to the magical item. It felt all too similar to connecting to commander. Though on the other end, there was no great mind or emotions. It was just an intrinsic knowledge of how the item worked. The chain of the necklace resized itself for Cordal’s neck and grew warm to the touch.

Statistics: HP: 2240/2240| MP: 1923/1923 (- 10) | Stam: 2259/2259

The mana reserved by the necklace's attunement was negligible. But would stack up quickly should Cordal acquire lots of attunements pertaining to his chest or neck. Sadly the necklace occupied both positions.

Along with the necklace, Commander had left one of the eggs beside Cordal’s bed. The dwarf delicately scooped it into his backpack, unsure of how sturdy it would be. The weight of the egg was surprising and required both hands to move confidently.

[Stabilized Monster Egg: Lord’s Servant]

This egg contains the essence of the monster Lord’s Servant. A variation on the [Twisted Servant] monster. This variation isn’t as powerful, but can do complex tasks in a household.

As such, its contents will not degrade over time. To be hatched, proper conditions must be met.

Quality: Common | Monster lvl: 15 | Monster Type: Lesser demonic monstrosity

Leaving the dungeon for the first time in a while, Cordal took his time traveling through the forest. The trees were just starting to change color. Their green leaves turned a vibrant orange and dropped their seeds to the ground. Picking up a few Cordal spent his time tossing them into the forest.

The town was a bit livelier now as Cordal approached. Paper lanterns the color of vibrant yellow, bright greens, and warm browns were hung up on the posts and fences of the town. People sat on porches making jewelry from amber beads, and others caught conversations in passing as they wheeled carts of supplies around. Being a known quantity within the town, the folks gave Cordal polite waves and greetings.

Returning the friendly attention, Cordal felt grateful for the brevity. He didn’t quite know what they would talk about, and his social skills weren’t quite up to improvising.

Thom was out on the steps of the guild when Cordal arrived. The big man had propped himself up in a chair and had a cup of steaming cider. At Cordal’s approach, the man sat up. “Looking better than I’ve last seen you, but I hope you’re been well.” Thom greeted Cordal.

“Why do you say that?” Cordal got the feeling it wasn’t just an idle well-wish.

“Well, you went into the forest and no one has heard from you in weeks. We thought you had started to leave for greener pastures or…” Thom’s words trailed off, afraid to voice the very obvious reason for someone having gone missing. Cordal wouldn’t have been the first person to never come back from a dungeon, and he was going at it alone.

“Thank you for worrying about me. But I’ve been alright.” Cordal said. Thom tried to pry deeper, but Cordal moved for his bag. “More than just alright, really. I found this, never ran into it before. You think it’s worth much.” Cordal turned his bag around and placed it on the floor. The allure of treasure was enough to make the giant quiet. Using both arms, Cordal lifted his egg from the bag. Oddly, it was still warm to the touch.

Thom leaned forward in his seat and pulled forth a set of glasses from his pocket. A few moments passed as he considered himself. “My appraisal skill is not the best, but that is a good quality summoning tool.”

“How much is it worth?” Cordal asked.

“You won’t be buying a house with the money you earn, but once it goes to auction, I’m sure you’ll be getting quite a bit of money. Speaking of which, those items you brought in a while ago have sold. The guild has deposited the profits into your account.” Thom explained.

While he wouldn’t have an easy way to move the money around until he got to a larger guild location, Cordal could still buy things within the guild outpost or request the necessities. All he’d have to do is put it on his tab. The guild’s record for items bought on the tab was quite extensive, and any falsifying of the tab was met with the highest punishments. The last thing anyone wanted was for the highly trained adventurers to think they were being cheated. That was how bandits were made.

“Wonderful to hear, I might take a bit of that out to buy necessities and new equipment.” Cordal said as Thom took the egg from his hand. He was able to nestle it into his arm. Leaving his book on the armrest of his chair, he stood and took his drink.

“Which are?” Thom pried.

“Books, anything you have on magic and those eggs. I might run across a few more. Oh and new armour!” Cordal offered a partial truth.

Looking at him skeptically, Thom narrowed his eyes. Thankfully Thom didn’t try to inspect Cordal and just used his eyes. “Alright, I can see what I can get you.” Thom led Cordal inside, stopping the dwarf at the desk. Presenting Cordal with an item receipt, Thom took the egg to the back. A few minutes later he came out the back with a stack of books.

“This is the normal curriculum that the guild provides anyone trying to garner a magic class. It may be a few years out of date, but it’ll cover the basics and be enough for you to get a standard Wizard, Witch, or Elemental Mage class. If you’re seeking a divine spell casting class, sadly, you’ll need to visit a temple. Which this town doesn’t have.”

Cordal stared at the stack of books. He saw several books with the word basic in their titles. Basic Mathematics, Basic Ritual Magic, Basic Mana Control exercises. “Sadly, summoner classes aren’t something that are normally offered. With your level and position in the guild, I can special request a few for you, but it will take two to three months to arrive.”

Grimacing, Cordal wondered if it was even worth it. He reminded himself that magic was dangerous, and he had picked the small town for a reason. He would only cause himself more grief if he rushed things. “That works for me.” Cordal kept the displeasure from his voice.

Not wanting to be bored out of his mind, Cordal requested that he add on a few more books. Thom was all too happy to agree and loaded Cordal with more of the fantastical books the man enjoyed.

Before they could spend the rest of the night talking about books, Cordal gave Thom the information the man would need for his armour. After that was taken care of Cordal headed for the general store. Since he wasn’t in a rush this time, Cordal took his time moving through the store. He was just exploring the aisle of farm equipment, wondering if any of them could help him in cultivating herbs inside the dungeon, when something caught his eye. It was a book on the mating of monsters.

The Art of Monster Husbandry, the title read.

Flipping through it quickly, Cordal found that it gave quite a detailed record of the process of mating, delivering, and even raising monsters.

The clerk at the counter looked at him strangely as Cordal bought all the items. But the dwarf couldn’t have cared less.

Cordal’s intention had been to spend the night inside town, but he left soon after checking into his room in the inn. He didn’t leave behind much, but he didn’t want his items auctioned off because people thought he was dead or skipped town .

Making it back to the dungeon, Cordal explained the book to Commander, who grew equally excited as Cordal to learn its contents.

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“While people often argue about what exactly makes a monster, there are two widely accepted facts. Sapient and non-sapient monsters. Non-sapient monsters are the most common type a person will find. They are beings that are driven by instincts with very little or no intelligence. Sapient monsters are beings that, much like people, can think and reason. They often take the shape of people and could pass as a person.” Rather than reading the words out loud, Cordal used his connection to Commander to direct the words to the dungeon core. Cordal had been adamant that the whole book needn’t be read, but commander wanted to absorb it all.

So, Cordal started from the very front cover and began to read the book. It was a very dry and blunt explanation of the basics of monsters for the first chapter. After that, they spoke about how one could acquire their first monsters and which monsters were best for a first-time farm owner. Chickens, pigs, salamanders, and cows were only a few of the many monsters suggested.

Once going over the monsters that would be best for newbies, they went over the terminology. Cordal wasn’t too happy at such terms. While each type of monster could have a different term for its gender spectrum, there were three widely recognized terms. Stud, for a monster that of age and ability to father children. Mare was the term for a monster that was of breeding age and had the ability to carry a child to term. Finally, there was a broodmare. A mare that could care for young for more than one stud or become pregnant with new young while already pregnant.

That terminology coincided closely with Cordal’s own experiences. Though the information that followed terminology was the most troubling. “While both monsters must be underneath a farmer’s full control, the mare or broodmare must be submissive and placating to the stud. If not both the life of the mare and her gestating young will be at risk. Being made of both the stud and the mare itself, the mare's bodies can sometimes reject the eggs. In this case, the eggs will fight to persist in the mare’s body. For this reason, bonded pairs are advised.”

Cordal closed the book after they finished reading through the chapter on breeding. Letting Cordal think Commander said nothing as he stayed close to the dwarf’s conscious mind. “If that book is true, I should stop fighting Rowan.” Cordal said after several minutes.

“We could try the opposite.” Commander pointed out. Later in the chapter, the book described how mating would work for species that were matriarchal in nature. It worked much the same way, with the stud being submissive to the mare.

Cordal didn’t think that would quite work. If being dispatched several times over wasn’t enough to make Rowan submissive to Cordal, the dwarf didn’t want to see what it’d take to make Rowan submit.

And in truth, Cordal felt an edge of excitement at the idea of submitting to Rowan. “I think it will be best if we try it the traditional way first.”

“What if he intends to use you in a way that you won’t enjoy or make you a broodmare?” Commander questioned.

Cordal felt a tightness inside him at the idea. His stomach was uneasy. “I think that might be a conversation I should be having with him.” Commander could control Rowan to some degree, but it wasn’t to the same extent as the other monsters. Rowan was dependent on the dungeon for various things, but was independent and one of those rare sapient monsters.

There was also the option to avoid it all. Cordal had survived the first pregnancy by being at odds with Rowan. His mana control was only getting better. Except, if Cordal was truthful with himself, Cordal really did want to submit to Rowan. The only thing that held him back was the unknown, and that excited him just as much.

“Alright, why don’t you go talk with him.” It might have been smart to give this more thought. But Cordal felt as if he waited, he’d lose his nerve and talk himself out of it.

Standing up from the pillows and bedding, Cordal made his way over to the tunnel that led to Rowan’s boss chamber. It would be the first time Cordal faced the monster without intentions of a fight or simply passing through. The simple shirt and pants he wore felt inadequate to face the monster.

Each step made Cordal’s insides a little tighter until he felt his head pounding from excitement. Exiting through the tunnel, Cordal found Rowan looking back at him with suspicious eyes. It was only then that the idea that Rowan might not want to be his stud crossed Cordal’s mind. Rowan treated sex like combat, and no warrior wanted to battle someone who was already defeated.

Coming into the chamber, Cordal found Rowan sitting on his throne. The sound of his footsteps made the bull-man turn his head to look at Cordal. “Rowan, me and Commander found out some information and were looking for your help.” The words were fairly mundane, but Rowan was perceptive enough to see that something was different about them.

“Can you finally start fighting me once more? It’s been a while, and the monsters the dungeon brings forth aren’t a worthwhile battle.” Cordal had a vigor in his voice. A hunger for combat with Cordal.

“Not that exactly, but related to that.” Cordal found the words hard to flow through his mind. As the dwarf scrambled for things to express himself, Rowan's brow bunched up. He blew air through his nostrils and stood up. Cordal’s libido and wondering eyes threatened to make the conversation even harder for the dwarf before he grabbed hold of himself.

“We figured out why the eggs caused such trouble for me.” Cordal explained. “It was because I was fighting you.”

That seemed to only confuse the monster. “I was not in battle with you while you carried those eggs.”

Frustration made Cordal clench his hands. “Not a physical fight. It’s because we struggle with who should be in control.” Cordal pushed through the frustration. It was beginning to lessen until he heard Rowan laugh. The monster put a hand to his belly and threw his head back.

“There is no struggle. Win or lose your body is mine, isn’t it?” Rowan said and crossed his arms. “I even made you beg for it.”

Cordal was glad he hadn’t brought along a weapon because he would have charged at the monster then and there. “No, I didn't”

“Lying to yourself? I thought you were better than the Lord.” Rowan strode forward to stand over Cordal. The dwarf had to crane his neck up to look past the folded arms and impressive chest to look the bull in the eye.

“That was one time, and it still made the pregnancy hard.” Cordal declared.

“Sounds like that is a personal problem, fighting what your body wants.” Rowan knelt on one knee to be closer to Cordal’s level. His hand moved to squeeze one of Cordal’s pecs. A pleased sound coming from the minotaur. At a loss for words, Cordal had nothing to say. “Why don’t we practice it again?" I’m sure you remember how to do it.”

Reaching a crooked finger down, Rowan hooked the hem of Rowan’s shirt. Skin flushed with heat, Cordal let the shirt be pulled up over his head. “Or did you forget?” Calloused hands grasped Cordal’s chest and pinched the nipples between the fingers. “Here, let me help you.”

“Please.” Rowan twisted Cordal’s nipples and pulled them. Cordal let out a ragged breath and closed his eyes. His body went rigid, and he grasped for something stable. Yet there was nothing on either side of him. “Please!” Rowan repeated with more force, prompting Cordal.

“Please.” Cordal's voice shuddered as the bull rewarded him with a yanking of his nipples. The pull was soft. But it was enough to make Cordal raise up onto his toe tips. His cock straining in the confines of his pants and his back arching.

“I’ll do…” Rowan prompted, and Cordal followed. “Whatever… you… want…” Cordal’s hand grabbed hold of Rowan’s wrists, and he drew ragged breaths. The bull was merciful as he gave Cordal a few moments. “Now, say it all together.”

With one hand still on Cordal’s chest, Rowan hooked a finger onto Cordal’s pants. The rope securing the pants gave some resistance. But the monster didn’t mind tearing the clothing off when it stood in his way. Even seeming excited to do so.

“Please, Rowan, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” Cordal begged as his knees grew weak. Feeling as if his head was spinning, Cordal pushed past his libido. “I need to not fight you, or the eggs will be…” Cordal searched for the word.

“Difficult?” Rowan finished Cordal’s sentence. Biting his bottom lip, Cordal nodded his head in answer.

“Well, if you’re getting something out of this, I want something in return.” Cordal spat into his hand and reached between Cordal’s legs with his palm. He ran the finger along the crack of Cordal’s ass and lifted Cordal up. Reaching out with both hands, Cordal held onto the wrist between his legs as he was moved into Rowan’s lap as the monster sat down.

“I want you. Whenever you’re not busy with Commander, I want you.” Positioned in Rowan’s lap, Cordal’s legs fell around the monster’s bulge. It throbbed underneath the leather kilt the bull wore. Switching the position of his hand, Rowan tucked it behind Cordal and began to stimulate his hole. Running along the puckered ring. Cordal wanted the finger to slip inside so badly, but Rowan just kept tracing the entrance.

In the back of his head, Cordal saw all the reasons why this was a bad idea. He had books to read and dungeons to comb for resources. If he was spending all day being Rowan’s plaything, he couldn’t do any of that.

“Sure!” Cordal forced the word out and sucked in a breath as he spread his legs and pushed down. A short laugh came from Rowan before he shoved the tip of his finger inside Cordal and pulled, stretching the hole. It was uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time for the dwarf.

“And you’re to call me Lord.” Even to Cordal’s foggy mind, that felt as if Rowan was grasping for things to hold over Cordal’s head. But at that moment Rowan could have asked to be king, and Cordal would have begged for the chance.

“You aren’t in a state to relay the full scope of the situation; I will explain this to him.” Commander slid itself into the conversation. Cordal knew Commander was speaking to Rowan when the minotaur stiffened. His teasing of Cordal’s body paused for just a moment and then felt secondary.

Gathering himself, Cordal waited several moments before speaking next. “We should head to my bedroom again.” Cordal knew it would ‘ruin’ the moment, but he didn’t relish the idea of being that sore tomorrow. He needed more than spit and Rowan’s finger to prepare himself.

Cordal was answered by Rowan bringing his hand down and smacking the dwarf’s bare ass. He was further silenced by Rowan’s finger playing with his insides. The monster listened to Commander’s words, and as he did, he idly played with Cordal’s hips.

The growth of Cordal’s body hadn’t been quick or immediate, but his hips had started to widen and his chest grew more sensitive. Something Rowan seemed to figure out and took to squeezing the hairy cheeks. A smile spread across Rowan’s face as his calloused fingers rubbed along Cordal’s body.

Abruptly Cordal was lifted by the fingers in his ass. Rowan pressed a hand to Cordal’s back and levered him up onto the monster’s shoulder. “A mare, huh?” Rowan wondered as he continued the pleasuring of Cordal’s hole with his fingers. “Does that mean you’re my mare? Or, maybe my wife?”

“I am not a fucking woman!” Cordal barked. The moan that followed quickly sputtering out. His anger at Rowan’s assertion being smothered for the moment.

“Never said you had to be. I don’t quite care what you are, as long as you know you’re mine.” Rowan promised. Cordal wasn’t quite in his right mind to make heads or tails of his feeling about what Rowan was saying.

With Cordal having no reason to stay around the core for the ambient mana or to talk to Commander, the dwarf had started to move into the bedroom. Commander had thankfully removed the destroyed furniture and the wooden walls. The dungeon hadn’t quite gotten the knack of producing undamaged furniture quite yet, so Cordal was left with a bed, his bags, and a few chairs.

Rowan tossed him onto the bed, giving the dwarf a moment’s rest. Expecting to be jumped any moment, Cordal looked for his bag and found it beside his bed. “Take your time.” Rowan said as he sat down in one of the undersized chairs. “I want to watch you prepare yourself for me.”

Flustered, Cordal couldn’t find much to respond with and went on pulling the oil from his bag. Pulling his bedroll up into the bed as well, he used it as a pillow along with the one Commander created. He propped himself up in the corner of the bed, right against the wall. Watching Rowan, he turned and presented himself.

A single brow raised on the monster’s face, and he spread his legs. The bull’s bulge twitched.

Still not quite flexible enough to hold both knees to his chest, Cordal pulled one up and laid his back against the wall. Heedless of what might stain Cordal poured the oil down on his taint. Once a fair amount had gathered, he rubbed his fingers down over his taint and coaxed it inside himself. Two slick fingers became four as he began to finger himself in Rowan’s stead.

Chest pressed up against his chin and belly squeezed against his thighs, Cordal wasn’t sure how sexy he looked. For him, it was a strain to keep up the position. Pulling his eyes up from his hairy gut, he looked over to Rowan. He hadn’t heard the bull move, but he was closer. A wide smile played on the bull’s face, and he reached out.

“Keep going.” He urged Cordal when the dwarf attempted to stop him . The bull’s rough fingers looped around the underside of Cordal’s cock and balls. Pulling them up and out of the way, Rowan used his other hand to squeeze and pull Cordal’s ass to the side.

Cordal felt exposed and vulnerable, shoved into the corner of his bed. Maddeningly he worked his hole, hoping Rowan saw how eager and needy he was. The only thing Cordal could see in the Rowan’s eyes was greed. He coveted Cordal’s surrender like Cordal coveted gold. “Please…” The bull’s eyes lifted from Cordal’s fingers and stared into Cordal’s eyes. “Please, Rowan, I will do whatever you want, just,” the monster’s attention was deep and hot. Still Cordal couldn’t bring himself to say those final things.

A short laugh came from the bull, and he grabbed Cordal’s thigh. “Still denying me, are you, little lordling?” Rowan asked.

The denial was on Cordal’s tongue, and he began to shake his head. Another yank pulled Cordal nearly off the bed, and Rowan lorded over him. Removing his kilt, Rowan put both hands on Cordal’s thighs. “I’ll make sure you’ll beg to be my mare.” Forcing Cordal’s knee as far back as the dwarf could handle, Rowan used just his hips to aim his cock.

It slid across slick flesh, over Cordal’s cock and pinned belly. A long groan came from Rowan and his cock throbbed over Cordal’s body. The tip dribbled pre where ever it ground up against. “Please, Lord, fuck me.” Rowan’s words made Cordal’s cock throb and his grip tighten on Cordal’s body. The shaft pumped for several more times before Rowan let it slide down between the thighs and against the taint. Greedy as the bull, Cordal helped aim the cock like before.

As Rowan’s cock hit its mark, Cordal spread his cheeks and looked up at the monster. Biting his lower lip, Rowan watched his cock spread the hole. The flesh yielding for him and aching to have Rowan inside. Yet he took his time. His eyes only left the hole Cordal begged once more. The dwarf gripping his ass with firm hands as his back arched.

Cordal tightened, hole spread and trembled before swallowing the head of Rowan’s shaft. It welcomed the monster’s cock in like an old friend and then squeezed down. Trembling Cordal took the cock deeper as Rowan was adamant that he took every last inch. Even when his insides grew tight, Rowan pushed forward and pulled Cordal down if need be.

Hilting inside of Cordal Rowan pressed his body down over top of the dwarf, savoring it. The curse that came from Cordal pulled a chuckle from Rowan. Leaning his head in, Rowan kissed Cordal’s belly, right over where it bulged with the bull’s dick. His hands dropped from Cordal’s thighs to grope the stomach and knead the fat there. Pulling his hips back just an inch, he slammed forward, his hips and balls smacking into Cordal’s fat ass. The feeling of the belly shaking in his hands and against his face brought Rowan great joy.

“Your body was made for this,” Rowan said as he started to do slow, short pumps up of his hips. Cordal’s mind was turbulent and incoherent in his thoughts. “You may have used it for battle, but it was meant for the brothel.” Rowan kissed up Cordal’s belly to the top of the curve. Where he bit down and made Cordal’s insides jump. The pleasure it brought Rowan made the bull go down again and again.

Reaching up, Cordal grabbed Rowan’s horns. His fingers moved down the metal adornments to the underside. A warning growl came from the bull as Cordal directed him. The sound was silenced as Rowan found his face shoved against Cordal’s chest. The soft hairy pec pressed against Rowan’s mouth.

“Please.” Cordal’s voice ached as he pressed up against Rowan.

Rowan planted a kiss against the underside of the moob. His hips pulled back and slammed in. The grip on his horns slackened. He continued to kiss as he pounded forward, ignoring the areola and the pert nipple that sat in the dark oasis. His right hand cupped Cordal’s side, running fingers along love handles and curves. His left grasped Cordal’s moob. He held areola between his thumb and index finger while his pointer finger flicked back and forth.

Three different ways. Rowan made Cordal’s mind spin with three different sorts of pleasure. It was maddening as each became more than the sum of their parts. Each kiss and flick to his moobs made his whole body tense while Rowan’s cock demanded Cordal stay loose. The difference between soft lips and rough fingers made Cordal’s hair stand on end.

Cordal only knew Rowan noticed his reaction by the short laugh when Cordal reached his peak. Cordal’s hands slipped fully from the horns and he grasped the bed sheets, digging his fingers into the bedding underneath. In this position he couldn’t do more than wiggle his ass. He lost control of his legs as they kicked.

Not even given a breather or a moment to hold on Cordal was flipped onto his back. Rowan smacked Cordal’s ass before leaning over the dwarf’s body and grasping his moobs in his hand. Placing one foot on the bed he pumped his hips down. Sliding his shaft along Cordal’s button.

Abruptly he stopped and sat up. Taking a moment to breathe Cordal was brought back to the reality after a smack to his ass. “Why don’t you show me how much you need this…” Rowan’s taunt was cut off as Cordal pulled forward and pushed back.

Powerful legs moved Cordal’s body along Rowan’s cock. Each thrust back would have made a lesser man stumble. Sliding up along the whole length Cordal risked letting the cock slip out to slam back on it. The head slipping in and out of the wanting hole with a slurp of sound. Each impact ending in loud wet slaps of sound that left Cordal’s body shaking.

The bed voiced its concern of the reckless fucking, but Cordal nor Rowan paid it any mind.

When another orgasm robbed Cordal of the coordination to keep going Rowan grabbed Cordal by his hair and shoved him down. The sounds the dwarf let out riled Rowan up. Placing his foot on the bed Rowan drove forward with fast hard thrusts. One foot became two and soon Rowan placed them in front of Cordal’s knees.

Cordal’s orgasm gave way to brief confusion as Rowan crouched above the dwarf and kept him pinned in place. Rowan’s body crashed down over and over. The weight and strength of the monster meant Cordal had little chance to deny him. Throbbing Rowan’s orgasm barely announced itself before it was on top of Cordal.

Frustrated with how he lost all control of his body Rowan growled. The monster’s hips bucked and cum burbled up out of the dwarf’s ass. It spilled down over his taint and balls. Rowan forced his body through the world of bright pleasure he felt to keep going. As if his own resolve wasn’t enough Cordal grabbed the bed and moaned. “Please!” the dwarf begged as his body sucked Rowan in.

It was almost enough to stop his hips. But Rowan willed himself to keep going.

[Exhaustion]

You have pushed your body past its normal limits and as such have a hard time recovering at your normal rate. Further strenuous actions will be harder to perform and make this effect worse. To remove this effect, you must rest. Effect: 80% reduction to passive health and stamina regeneration rates. 90% reduction to passive mana regeneration rate.

Pressed down into the bed, Cordal was spent; his limbs responded slower and his mind was slow. On top of his prize, Rowan hunched. The monster arched its back so that he could keep his face against the dwarf’s neck. A low, pleased chuckle came from the monster’s mouth as he ran his hand through Cordal’s hair. Undaunted and rearing for more of the dwarf Rowan’s cock throbbed inside of Cordal’s tender insides.

New bruises brought on by Rowan’s overeager mouth and strong fingers dotted Cordal’s dark skin. The dwarf was a mess with sweat, fur, and Rowan’s cum. Even now proof of Rowan’s potency slipped from the dwarf’s insides. It left his taint, his balls, and his legs slick. The bed beneath was soaked through.

“Are you sure you haven’t had enough, my little mare? Or do you prefer sow. Your body sure seems willing.” Rowan made a pleased sound as Cordal tensed around him. The tender flesh squeezing the minotaur’s thick cock. The strength behind it was negligible, but it still seemed to please the monster immensely.

“You know. A warrior must know when to retreat, so he can fight another day.” Rowan ran his hands along Cordal’s side, his swollen belly, to his moobs. “Are you a beast driven to the lure of his own pleasures or a fighter?”

Cordal felt anything but pleasure at the moment. Satisfaction and soreness filled him, but pleasure had become hollow. “I,” Cordal started, feeling his throat dry and mouth sore. “Lord, can you stop?” Cordal felt Rowan’s body tense and coil as if ready to respond. “Please.”

A dark chuckle came from the minotaur’s mouth as he pulled his hips back. His feet stepped off the bed. The flared head of the minotaur’s cock throbbed inside Cordal’s tight hole. Hissing in discomfort, Cordal tried to relax himself. Rowan paused as he ran his fingers up along Cordal’s slick cheeks and parted them. For a moment he watched Cordal’s well-used hole around his cock. The flesh reddened and was hot to the touch. As he pulled back the rim puckered, Cordal’s body having different intentions than the dwarf’s mind. Holding himself at the brink of release, Rowan savored the sight before pulling out fully.

With Rowan pulling from his body, all of Cordal’s energy and drive left as well. Leaving him feeling empty in every way. Even Rowan’s cum was flowing out of Cordal as the dwarf rolled onto his back. Knowing he’d regret not cleaning off in the morning, Cordal pulled at the covers.

“Do you want to be alone?” Commander asked.

Lifting his head, Cordal looked around the room. In his attempt to get comfortable, Rowan had left him. Part of the dwarf wanted someone to join him in the bed and comfort him. Though he doubted Commander or Rowan could offer that now. Trying to teach them would cheapen that feeling.

“No, but for now, just let me rest.” Cordal said, turning over on his side. Closing his eyes, Cordal felt a presence at the back of his mind. Without giving it much thought, he let the dungeon core into his sleeping mind.

[Level up! Your Dungeon Cultivator Class has improved by 2 levels to level 12!] Increases to ability scores: Intelligence and Wisdom!

Sitting up, Cordal felt quite heavier and found the reason. Last night bore fruit rather quickly. Cordal’s stomach was bloated to a great degree. Enough that he knew he’d have trouble moving as is. He’d hate to see just how big he got by the time the eggs had fully gestated.

“You seem quite uncomfortable. Would a pool of heated water be pleasant?” Commander spoke into Cordal’s mind. “You won’t need to bathe with your canteen and a rag.”

Pausing, Cordal cursed himself for not thinking of asking for such an amenity before. He pumped his fist in the air for a few long seconds as he spoke several elaborate curses. “Yes, but can you create a kitchen as well?”

“It will be in a poor state.” Commander explained.

Climbing out of bed, Cordal listened to Commander as it spoke about the limitations. The dungeon could make a plethora of rooms, but carving out a simple room and conjuring water was simple. It was simple. Making objects or tools meant Commander had to have a frame of reference. Most mundane items had simply not been worth as much notice as other items. For example, Cordal’s necklace was a minor variation on an amulet the lord used.

In fact, entire rooms were easier for Commander to conjure than simple, mundane objects.

That gave Cordal much to think about as he waddled from the bedroom. Another hall presented itself in Commander’s core chamber. Moving closer to investigate, Cordal could smell the change in humidity. The stone of the area was a darker grey color, and as Cordal entered, he found a small cave with a recessed pool of water. Commander’s gems gave off a soft blue light.

Taking the steps down into the pool gingerly, Cordal asked, “Have you figured out more about this lord? It feels strange to keep calling him just lord.” Cordal said before snapping his fingers. “Bastard, we’ll call him that, right? Nobility is all about bloodlines and who your parents were. Bastard feels like a perfect way to refer to him.”

“No, I haven’t quite figured that out yet. Though I think as I start to expand, I will begin to know more. Even the chambers I’ve begun to expand up towards the mountain tops have taught me quite a bit.” Commander sounded excited as it spoke about the history that made it.

Sinking into the water, Cordal looked around for soap and a rag. Finding nothing but bare stone, he decided to just enjoy the water for a bit. It was deep enough at the far end that he could slip underneath fully and was pleasantly warm.

“What kind of things?” Cordal asked as he closed his eyes and just listened to Commander in his mind.

Before the lord’s cruel spell, many groups of people called the Amber Crown Mountains their home. The minotaurs, of course, were there, but there were others. Bipedal people who resembled goats were called the Capridon. Naga, snake-like people that bathed in the sun. And many others. Even some dwarven and humans called the mountain range their home.

The mountain range was indeed vast. Amber Rest sat near the very end of the range, almost at the southernmost point of the continent of Aslios. Scaling the mountain range was often a better idea than trying to get around it. Unless you had a boat or a spare few weeks to reach any of the known passes.

“Anything I can do to help you out?” Cordal wondered.

Commander gave it some thought. “Well, would you be comfortable spending some of the money we are making to put more magical items back into the dungeon?” Sitting up, Cordal listened intently. “If Rowan is willing, you could also try letting other monsters breed you. See what type of eggs come from the situation.”

Cordal’s hand reached for his belly and swallowed. He was already starting to round out; it would only be a matter of weeks before he could take more young. Then again, if he wanted to embrace the life of a broodmare, it wouldn’t even be something he’d have to wait for. That sent a horrified thrill through him.

“I might be up for that idea. But you already said that some of the eggs weren’t as useful due to them being lower quality. Do you think we could use those, since we are making so many?” Cordal asked.

“We can most certainly try. For now, I will let you bathe and prepare yourself. Do you have any aversions to me cleaning the bed? It will take sometime to do so.” Commander asked.

Giving his okay, Cordal soaked in the pool for a while longer. This was the kind of thing he wanted from a lavish life. He was in a private heated pool deep within a mountain range. Baring his need for food, he could be secluded and at peace for a long time. There were no bounds on what hobby or craft he could pick up. If he chose to, he could pick up blacksmithing like many ancestors.

And he did just that.

This time around, the eggs were far easier to manage. While they still needed a near-constant stream of mana, Cordal had enough to spare. Only when he took to practicing his mana control did he ever run into a problem. Similar to the meditation he did with mana, the initiate ability mana control had him focusing to manipulate mana. Instead of trying to pull mana from the surrounding areas into himself, Cordal was moving the mana through his body. The books explained it as a way to better control spells.

Spells could act like living beings that Cordal controlled with his will. Give too much or too little, and things could turn troublesome. With the low-powered spell Cordal was learning to use, it meant brighter lights or sounds, but the book warned higher-level spells could turn catastrophically bad. It gave some rather gruesome details, too.

It took a week of study for Cordal to be offered his first class, [Mystic Defender]. From what Cordal could find in the books, it was a defensive variation of the more normal Mystic class. It involved granting shields or minor illusions to improve one’s defenses. The spells could be used on allies or oneself.

What surprised Cordal was the ritual spells that came with the class and were detailed in the book. They were spells anyone could do, given enough knowledge and practice. Once a person was proficient in the spell, they wouldn’t even need the book. The only drawback was the time that was needed. One could spend literal days on a spell for an effect that was distilled in a potion, magical item, or simply done faster with other magic abilities. The book advised to only go after ritual magic if one wanted to be a crafter.

[Cordal SteelCore] Lvl 98

Lineage: Dwarf

Classes: Warden Lvl 50 , Fighter Lvl 25, Dungeon Cultivator lvl 12, Tracker Lvl 10, Mystic Defender 1,

Ability Score: Str: 270 | Dex: 175 | Con: 305 | Int: 113 | Wis: 122

Statistics: HP: 2287/2287| MP: 2017/2017 (-10) | Stam: 2259/2259

[Mystic Defender]

Leaning towards a more defensive nature, your mana lends itself into being sturdy and stubborn. With this class, you will be granted the ability to cast both offensive and defensive spells, but defensive spells will come more naturally.

[Skill Granted |Defensive Casting]

When casting a spell with the intent to reduce damage or negate an otherwise offensive effect, your spells will be more effective.

Effect: +10% effect of defensive and dispelling magic.

[Spell Gained | Arcane Shield]

Hardening mana around a willing target, you can provide a shield that will absorb physical or elemental damage.

Effect: Grant a shield to a target. This shield can absorb up to 135 worth of damage. ((10 base + int) +10%)

Cost: 130 mana | Cast time: Instant | Duration: 10 seconds | Target: Self or sight | Range: 40 feet

[Spell Gained | Arcane Bolt] Form mana into a small projectile and send it flying at your target to cause it damage.

Effect: Inflict 66 damage per bolt on a target of your choosing. ((Int/2)+10)

Cost: 50 mana | Cast time: Instant | Duration: Instant | Target: sight | Range: 80 feet.

With his stomach growing in size, Cordal couldn’t do his normal combat training with the monster of the dungeon. Even if he hadn't integrated the armour into the dungeon, Cordal wouldn’t have fit inside it and with his hampered speed, he risked being hurt. Even so, Cordal couldn’t just read his books and took to getting some practical knowledge.

Normal dungeon monsters had a set area they could be summoned to. For Rowan, that was only his chamber. For the twisted servants, they were all over the bottom floors. If Commander wanted to move them around it had to first summon the monsters into a proper place. The monsters that came from the eggs had a way around such a problem.

The monsters the eggs summoned could gain improvements like any other monster in the dungeon. Their souls wells would deepen and widen with time. Once deep enough, the well would no longer need the eggs to summon the monster. Commander, though, could move the egg to take the spot of any other monster. The only drawback came in that the monster that originated from the well the egg now occupied couldn’t be summoned, and neither monster would gain any lasting benefit.

Rowan let out a hearty laugh as he stared down the combined force of two IronHoof Vanguards. The monsters were like smaller versions of Rowan. Though they used a sword and shield instead of a two-handed axe. Charging forward, the two monsters smashed into Rowan and began to batter him with their weapons.

Once in a while, as the swords fell, they would meet a sheet of glass like mana. The presence of Cordal’s shield was a misty orange layer a few inches from Rowan’s body. When anything crossed the layer, the shield would flash. Cordal didn’t quite know what would happen if the shield endured a strike, because each time a blade fell, the shield would shatter into many tiny pieces.

Standing at the back of the boss’s chamber, Cordal cast the shield over and over again. All it took was him raising his hands towards Rowan and willing his mana to move. The spell normally saw his hands throbbing with phantom pressure for a brief moment. If he lost focus or didn’t quite pay full attention to what he was doing, the phantom pressure became pins and needles under his skin. It was uncomfortable and made his spell inefficient, turning some of the potential mana into light around the boss.

The practice helped reinforce several things Cordal already knew, but never had firsthand knowledge of.

While similar spells could stack on top of each other, the same spell cast by the same person wouldn’t. In the brief moments Cordal’s shield lasted for more than a second, he could sense his lingering mana around Rowan. If he cast the Arcane Shield spell around him again, the first would shatter, leaving him unable to regain the spent mana.

Hand signs, chants, and proper breathing did help a lot with focus. Cordal could have not raised his hand and stood completely still to cast, but it would have been quite a deal harder. Shouting shield and flinging his hands out proved beneficial, even if it looked a bit silly.

Cordal equated it to proper form and breathing during martial combat. In the heat of battle, shouting and battle cries could be the only way a person remembered to keep regular breaths.

While repetitive, Cordal could feel the exercise improving his skills. Having only been at it for a few days, he already found the arcane shield spell to be second nature to him. Thanks to the book, he knew where to move on to next to improve his skills. They describe it as free targeting; Cordal thought of it as raising his physical shield. Rather than casting the spell onto a person, he targeted an area of space. His shields were still too weak to fully stop a strike, but theoretically this could arrest someone’s movement completely.

When Cordal’s mana dipped below 10% he took a break and sat beside Rowan’s throne. Cordal would have taken the throne, but it would have been a struggle to climb in and out of it. Sitting on his bedroll, Cordal spread his legs wide and let his pregnant belly sag between his thighs. Pulling back his robe, he ran a hand along his taut stomach.

The more dangerous drawbacks of the eggs were all but gone, but Cordal still had to contend with the mundane issues. As tough as his body was, it was being pushed to its limit by the eggs and was straining to keep up. Stretch marks began to decorate his belly, hips, and thighs. His bladder felt like it was a tenth of the size. Walking even a short distance left his feet aching. And everything was sore. Though he knew he was getting lucky compared to the problem, he could have had.

Off his feet, Cordal closed his eyes for a moment and felt the ambient mana all around him. Slipping into the head space that his mana initiate ability required was simple for Cordal now. It had become so easy that Cordal had begun to understand the surrounding mana more. Different mana had a different feel to it. To Cordal, his own mana felt like how he imagined a lava flow to be. Hot and constantly flowing. The ambient mana in Commander’s dungeon produced was cold and gathered on his skin like frost.

After a while, Cordal heard the sound of the training stop and felt Rowan’s approach. Cracking one eye open, Cordal saw Rowan leaning on the throne, just watching him. The gaze was intense, and Cordal gave it pause. “You know, you’re leaking.” Rowan asked.

Cordal paused and then looked down at his chest. Like his belly, his pecs had grown in size. Long since becoming something resembling breasts. With the position he took, his moobs laid on top and around his belly. Twin streaks of milk leaked from nipples down onto his belly where it matted his hair.

Startled, Cordal just looked down at himself. The idea that he could lactate never even crossed his mind. The eggs didn’t need to be fed anything but mana, and even when summoned, all the monsters seemed to be fully mature.

Still in shock, Cordal reached for his chest and lifted one of the moobs. Appearing soft, the flesh was quite tender and firm. Giving it a test squeeze, Cordal felt the pressure build over a moment before milk sprayed from his nipple. Dropping his moob quickly, Cordal was appalled.

With the eggs being a non-standard pregnancy, Cordal was unsure what this meant for him. Having been attracted only to men, Cordal never felt a need to learn about the complexity of magical births. He doubted the husbandry book would be helpful in this instance. Though if he was wrong Cordal wasn’t quite sure he’d be happy to find out.

Shaken from his thought Cordal found Rowan grabbing his left moob. “Rowan, what are you…” Cordal began to protest before the bull stared into his eyes.

“I'm your lord? Right?” Rowan asked. A thrill went through Cordal at that question. “Do you trust me with your body?”

Cordal was afraid to answer the question. Forcing the trepidation down, Cordal fisted his hands on the floor and swallowed. Finding his resolve, Cordal closed his eyes for a moment. “Sorry, I trust you, Lord IronHoof.”

Smiling Rowan ducked his head and found Cordal’s areola. He sealed his lips around the darker flesh and sucked. Cordal felt as if a current ran through his body with each pull. His body jerked, and his balled fist spread. His middle started to tighten and his cheeks clenched.

Watching Rowan Cordal saw the minotaur close his eyes. He looked at peace for the first time. His hand dropped to Cordal’s side to rub along his belly. It felt utterly shameful for Cordal that he gained so much pleasure from this. His legs crossed and thighs flexed. It was far too much, far too fast, and Cordal wanted to beg for Rowan to stop. Paradoxically, he never wanted the monster to remove his lips from his body.

His hand lifted to his mouth and silenced a whimper that came from him. Though from the smile on Rowan's face, Cordal was unsuccessful.

What was maddening was when Rowan switched nipples. Sensitive and swollen, the right nipple was shocked by the sudden shift in temperature. The room was far colder than Rowan’s mouth, and the plunge in temperature did everything for Cordal. Then Rowan latched onto his other nipple and just started to tweak Cordal’s right.

Reaching a hand up, Cordal grabbed Rowan’s hair. The minotaur stopped and looked up. Hand still over his mouth, Cordal fisted his fingers in Rowan’s hair. The message was clear, and Rowan kept his eyes on Cordal as he started again.

Trapped between his thighs, Cordal’s soft cock throbbed once and then started to spurt as he reached orgasm. Rowan just kept sucking. Pulling the pleasure right out of Cordal’s body and making his back arch. Cordal’s eyes rolled back, and he broke his gaze with Rowan to stare at the inside of his skull.

“Your milk is quite high in mana; it could…” Commander cut into Cordal’s mind before the dwarf tamped down on the thought. Though he wouldn’t have been able to listen to it either way because of Rowan.

Grabbing the underwear with both hands, Rowan pulled Cordal's pants down. “We’ll need some oil. My bag…” Cordal started before he was shoved onto his back. Pleasuring himself had been something Cordal often did in the past, but as of late he never quite needed it. Feeling Rowan’s finger grip his cock made Cordal jump. The member was completely soft after the orgasm and quite sensitive. Rowan seemed focused on tormenting Cordal because he slipped back Cordal’s foreskin and ran his thumb over the slick glands.

“I’ll fuck you later, for now I want to know why you never use this.” Rowan hooked his finger and used it to stroke along the underside of Cordal’s cock. The feeling of the thick finger pampering his often ignored member had Cordal breathing heavy. Rowan coaxed Cordal’s cock back to full hardness. Cordal’s body responded vigorously, and Cordal found himself humping the air.

Vexingly, Rowan pulled his finger back away. Cordal felt his heart in his throat and his head throbbed with the intensity of pleasure he was feeling. “Please.” Cordal moaned as the cold air rushed over his cock. Having shown a modicum of attention, his cock didn’t want to soften again. It left Cordal trying to hump open air for some kind of relief to the need that awakened in him.

Reaching down, Rowan grabbed Cordal’s balls and cradled them in his fist. The slightest pull had Cordal’s back arching and his ass lifting off the ground. His legs tried to spread wider, but got tangled up in his pants.

“Another weakness?” Rowan mused, his voice mocking and pleased as he leaned in. His hot breath on the sensitive flesh left Cordal feeling mad. Then that rich, pleased chuckle came again.

Then it was all gone.

Rowan pulled back and left Cordal on the floor. Daring to look up, Cordal saw Rowan standing over him. His fingers were in the belt of his kilt. Cordal covered his face with both hands and let out a frustrated growl. His fingers ran up his face and through his hair.

He could have reached down and satisfied the urge. But he knew it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying, and that would just be handing Rowan another weapon in his arsenal to tease him.

Only when he heard the sound of his bag opening did he pull his hands back. Rowan pulled the vials of oil from Cordal’s bag. “You like being fucked far more than you like having your dick played with. Why?” Rowan asked as he uncorked the bottle.

Cordal could never really find a reason as to why at the best of times. He had asked himself that for a while. Now, he was staring at Rowan undressing, and words felt like stones in his throat. “Feels better,” was all he could think to say. His eyes on the cock he learned to love at it sprang out from the kilt.

“My dick feels better?” Rowan asked as he poured the oil along his shaft. The slightly yellow-tinged fluid spreading along the member. Using the whole vial, Rowan grasped his cock behind the head. Then he began to slide his fingers down his shaft. Gathering and spreading the oil along the cock until his shaft was glistening.

“Is it because it’s bigger or thicker?” Rowan put his hands behind his head as he rolled his hips. Thrusting his member forward. The shaft sagged just a bit under its own weight. Only able to stay up when Rowan throbbed. “Commander could make it bigger again, you know.”

Cordal was aware of Commander’s presence in his mind. The dungeon core was displeased with Rowan’s showboating.

“If you think you can handle it. Do you think it feels better because my dick is so big?” Rowan asked, his voice teasing.

“N-no!” Cordal forced himself to articulate. “I mean, yes.” Frustratingly, Rowan was pleased at Cordal’s confusion. “I want it bigger, as big as I can take. But,” The scene was erotic, but Cordal was trying his best to stay focused. “Taking your dick feels better than playing with my own because it’s you.”

Cordal knew he could have sex with almost any monster in the dungeon at any size. But Rowan was the only one who’d remember it and do it because he wanted to. The boss monster presented himself as a challenge for Cordal in combat and able to put Cordal in his place sexually.

Pulled from his moment of introspection, Cordal watched as Rowan’s cock throbbed and grew. “I know your limits,” Commander spoke into Cordal’s mind as Rowan’s cock throbbed once more. The minotaur let out a dark laugh as he poured more oil on his dick. “You can take it.”

Unsure of the validity of Commander’s words Cordal’s eyes widened as Rowan’s dick pointed itself at him. His mouth was suddenly dry as the bull squatted down between his legs. “I-is there a limit to his size?” Cordal asked as the wide head pressed against his hole.

“Practically, yes.” Commander explained. Cordal was very aware that didn’t mean Commander couldn’t just keep making the dick grow. Fear and excitement warred in Cordal’s belly as Rowan grabbed hold of him.

Thoughts left Cordal’s mind as he felt blood rush to his head and the slow insertion of Rowan’s dick. The minotaur’s face tensed as Cordal’s insides stretched and were pushed towards a limit. Like an insurmountable wall, the limit kept Rowan from pushing deeper. The dick pressed in on itself and the pressure built. Panting, Cordal pushed his head back.

He should have done something more than just letting Rowan batter down his walls. Maybe he should have let Rowan take him at his normal size before Commander inflated him. Biting his bottom lip, Cordal watched Rowan's body flex and move.

The bull wasn’t as forceful with it as he could have been . His eyes were trained on Cordal’s ass, and each thrust in ended with Rowan pressing forward for a few seconds before sliding back out. Pulling out to the point that the flared head pressed to the inside of Cordal’s ring and pulled it slightly out.

True to his words Commander had been right to tell Cordal he could handle it. Though that was small solace as the dick pushed past the limit Cordal’s body had set. Pushing deep enough, Cordal could feel the dick shift the position of the eggs. Keeping form, Rowan kept pushing forward at the end of each thrust. Having momentum on his side, each thrust got more of his dick inside, and all Cordal could do was watch. Feeling it all happen.

“That’s it!” Rowan’s words hissed between his clenched teeth.

The pleasure of the moment rode in the back seat to a sense of satisfaction. Cordal had Rowan’s cock in him before. Now he was deeper and more his size, more demanding. Looking into Rowan’s face, Cordal knew the bull was getting off on the fact. “Make me your bitch.” He demanded of Rowan as the monster’s hips met his ass. Feeling comfortable there.

Pausing, Rowan looked down at Cordal. The throbbing of Rowan’s dick was fast and hard. Matching the monster’s heartbeat. Cordal felt it all through his body, almost as prevalent as his own racing heart. “Make me your bitch!” Cordal demanded of the monster.

“Gladly!”

In the past, Cordal had felt as if Rowan had some measure of control over himself. He was fucking with a purpose, and that was usually to leave Cordal a squirming mess. Now he was still fucking with a purpose, but there was an edge. A wild sense. Rowan held Cordal tight; he was pulling Cordal down into each thrust , and he was hunched over the dwarf. Crashing into Cordal at the end of each thrust, Rowan left the dwarf feeling rattled and stirred. Before Cordal could recover, Rowan’s hips were coming down again.

Cordal’s attention narrowed. The room and even the floor he was fucked against became unimportant. Everything was pulled away until Cordal only felt the feeling of Rowan’s dick inside of him. Even the orgasms pulled out of him were a distant feeling to the back and forth of Rowan’s dick.

The stamina the monster presented let Cordal lose himself fully into the act of being the monster’s bitch. With his focus narrowed, Cordal embraced being a bitch fully. A mare, a wife. None of the terms fit cleanly to what Cordal wanted to be. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Rowan was fucking him and he was going to carry his eggs.

Life became simple for Cordal after that point. The day would be filled with combat practice and his practical lessons in magic. More often than not, Rowan would take the time after any combat training to fuck Cordal. It became so routine that Cordal just started coming to practice with his hole pre-prepared for the bull to take. After Rowan had his way with him, Cordal would slink to bed, if he hadn’t been fucked in it already. In the morning he’d eat and read his books.

Falling into this routine, Cordal forgot to leave the dungeon nearly as often; his rations were enough to keep him going for a while. Though it wouldn’t have been easy for Cordal to make the trips either way.

They found his absolute limit for how many eggs his body could sustain. Twenty-five, a great improvement from the nine he was able to handle before. Though it made his belly so large that no clothing fit over his massive size after a week. Walking too from his room to wherever Commander needed him was trouble enough.

Cordal was only able to actually reach that limit over multiple sessions with Rowan. No matter how long a session was, they only ever made three to six eggs. Cordal’s body needed at least a small pause between breedings for the eggs to form.

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Rowan lowered himself into the pool of warm water all at once. His size caused quite a bit of the water to slosh out of the pool. “You shouldn’t have held off for so long.” Commander scolded the dwarf as he spread his legs. Only to tense after a moment as he was wracked with pain as his body let him know that the eggs were ready to come out.

“I’m not going to go through the process of carrying these eggs and pushing them out just to have some come out wrong.” Cordal answered back. His brow covered in sweat and his hand on his belly. Even now, floating in the water, Cordal couldn’t see past his belly to his legs. All he saw was a hairy, stretched belly. The skin was red and angry.

The problem was trying to push for the limit was the fact that if the sessions weren’t all in one day, the eggs developed at different rates. Instinctively Cordal knew that if he allowed himself to birth the fully gestated eggs, the remainder would go with them. He was able to keep the eggs inside, of course, but it was more than a little uncomfortable and they still required the full draw of mana.

Commander held the rest of its comment as Cordal closed his eyes. Taking several deep breaths, Cordal tried to push. It took several attempts to get his body to understand what he wanted, having held the eggs in for several days now.

Having experienced it once before, Cordal was better prepared. Having nearly three times as many eggs to produce made the situation just as difficult, though. The eggs pushed out easier, but didn’t quite want to wait their turns. They pushed down on each other and drove those in front of them into Cordal’s walls in the process. Once the first egg began to crown, the others were already pushing it down at a poor angle for Cordal’s comfort.

Reaching the first dozen, Cordal tilted his head back and prayed. He had never been the religious type and so he only knew one got to pray to. The Forge Father, a god of blacksmiths and warriors. Someone poorly suited to offer any kind of relief for his current trial. Though he didn’t expect anything in return for his prayers. He had been a poor worshiper of the Forge Father.

Ability Granted [Fertile Broodmare]

Your dedication and determination to bring life into this world is quite impressive. To this end, your body is adapting to your actions quite well. You will find it easier to get pregnant and produce more young. While at a higher quality.

Passive Effect: 40% chance to produce a duplicate of any egg at conception. 5% increased amount of young you are able to nurture at once.

Arriving only after Cordal finished pushing the final egg out, Cordal was greeted with the new passive ability. Reading it over thrice, Cordal’s mind went over the other abilities he garnered that related to his breeding. [Body Built for Breeding] and [Omni-fecundity]. While they didn’t directly interact, they did paint of picture of where he was headed.

Looking down over himself, Cordal imagined how he might look in the coming months or years. His body was already quite different from what it had been. His hips were wider, his pecs have become full tits, and his ass was a lot more plump than before.

Using the surface of the water like a makeshift mirror, Cordal looked over himself. It was a wonder what several months could do to one’s body. Yet, it was even more amazing what magic could do. Thanks to Cordal’s various integrations of armor, clothing, and space-distorting bags the dwarf was wearing something quite wondrous. Slightly ethereal, the black cloak looked like a living shadow. Once worn though the cloak adhered to Cordal’s body.

[Cloak of Misty Shadows]

This cloak still holds a scrap of the magic it did when it was worn by the lord’s innermost circle. Like many fools in power, the lord surrounded himself with people who only fed into his delusions. Time and distance hide the truth behind the actions of those who wore these cloaks, but they are likely just as culpable as the lord himself.

Effect: Focusing on this cloth when worn will allow the wearer to change their shape to fit what they envision. When attuned to this cloak can be attached to any clothing. If done so, this benefit is imparted on the clothing.

Quality: Rare | Durability: 200/200 | Attunement: Worn for one hour. |Mana reservation: 50 Mp + 100% per item bound to attunement location.

The most drastic change was in Cordal's chest and belly.

A problem arose. To use the cloak’s effect, Cordal had to focus on it. Otherwise, he could feel his body starting to return to its original size. The smaller the change, the easier it was to maintain.

A more focused individual might have been able to further shift their shape, but Cordal couldn’t grasp more than reducing his size. A boon that didn’t come without its own drawbacks. While his body's silhouette was reduced in size, the weight was still there. It’s reminder threatened to make Cordal lose hold of the effect.

Cordal couldn’t help but think how finicky the magic item was. If this was standard for other items of its kind, he saw why it was a rarely used enchantment. He didn’t quite think the weeks Commander spent making it had been worth it.

“Are you almost ready!?” Commander’s excitement blazed across their mental connection. The dungeon core had been happy since it finished the extensions to the dungeon.

Slipping on his shirt, Cordal ran his hand over the beige fabric, his size not quite back to his pre-dungeon days. “Sure! Let’s see what you’ve made.”

Following Commander’s instructions, Cordal walked past several packs of cave wolves, bears, and bats. The path ended at an expanded section of the caverns. It felt more overgrown with moss climbing up the walls.

The feeling of excitement built as Cordal moved through the paths Commander built. Everything came to a head when Cordal arrived at a large circular room. The room had a sense of reverence about it. “What do you think?” Commander asked.

“Let me take it all in for a moment.” The first thing Cordal noticed was the floor of the room. A polished stone path was laid out before him. It led to the center of the room, where there was more polished stone. Outside the path, the floor was covered in stone tiles. The walls of the room had a mural painted on them. Though the room was dark to the point Cordal couldn’t tell much without getting closer.

“This room is a trap, or maybe a puzzle.” Cordal said, and from the connection, Cordal understood he was right. Commander felt far too pleased. “Let me guess, the floor tiles are part of the puzzle.”

Unable to contain himself, Commander answered Cordal’s rhetorical question. “Yes, they are. You have to step on them in a certain way, or monsters will be alerted to your presence, and you must defeat them for the door at the back of the room to open.”

Cordal paused and looked up. The ceiling was covered with stalactites and had a shelf of rock that circled the room. “What is up there?” Cordal asked as he stepped forward toward the center of the room. Commander offered no answer, and Cordal gave a sigh. At the center of the room, Cordal found a recessed pit. Dried plants filled the inside of the pit. Around the pit there were several raised rough granite benches.

With the dim room, Cordal knew what to do and brought out the fire starter from his pack and lit the plants. Burning far brighter and higher than they should, the dried plants filled the pit with fire. Giving Cordal the illumination he needed to inspect the room. Once illuminated, the stone tiles were shown to be made up of several shades of blue and white. The tiles depicted a stylized version of a sky with swirling circles for the wind.

Cordal couldn’t help but notice that the swirling circles made a clear path from the center of the room to the walls. On the right side of the room, there was a mural depicting several people sitting around a fire pit and talking. On the left, depicted a scene of the same fire pit being used to cook a hunted monster.

Taking his time, Cordal traveled along the wind from mural to mural. On both there were fine inscriptions painted. To the left, it was described how people would come for the sages’ healing. Around the fire they would sit and talk before they tended.

On the right, Cordal recognized the heraldry on some of the men who helped cook. It was the same heraldry that was in Rowan’s chamber and the bedroom before Commander changed it. It was black and red in color, with the depiction of three swords crossing.

“I think I know what you want me to do.” Cordal said. At first, he thought he needed to push on the swirling path, but he found no pressure plates there. For his next guess, he made his way back to the fire pit. It had an obvious importance to the murals, and so Cordal sat down at the pit. After a few seconds, the stone bench lowered, and Cordal heard a grinding sound as the stone door at the back of the room lowered into the floor.

“That was wonderful to watch!” Cordal jumped as the voice came from above. Looking up, Cordal saw a large serpentine figure begin to slither its way down the wall. Once on the floor, the monster stood tall and peered down at Cordal. “Was that rather easy to figure out?”

“A little, but um, I guess this is a new monster.”

[Stone Carver Naga] | Lvl: 40 | Type: Serpentine Monstrosity

Travel through mountains can be quite troublesome for various reasons. Those of the Stone Carver group helped make such travel a little easier. Wonderful guides and mapmakers, the Stone Carvers also lived up to their name. Before the Lord’s curse, it was said that the Stone Carvers had magics that could carve paths through the toughest stone or gentle treacherous paths.

Where a person would have legs, the naga had a thick tail that was several feet long. Along the shoulders of this particular monster, there were spiny ridges that swooped back over his shoulders. A belt hung about what would have been the monster’s hips. There were several vials of bubbling fluid and several daggers.

“Are you ready to explore?” Commander asked.

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Arriving in town after a few days, Cordal had a mind full of ideas and thoughts. Commander had overdone himself with the new portion of the dungeon. Not only had he been able to produce a lot of different and strange plants, but the dungeon had also been able to create fish. They weren’t the most appetizing-looking or tasty, but they were a safe food source for Cordal.

The fish didn’t pose nearly as big a problem as the other magical beasts in the dungeon. Commander couldn’t compel those creatures to just let Rowan kill them for their meat. Each time he went after those, he would be in for a fight and have to figure out what to do with the extra meat he couldn’t just eat. Letting most of the meat go bad or be reintegrated into the dungeon was a bad solution.

Fighting the monster while he was full of eggs was a larger risk too.

“Maybe I’ll get a portable butcher’s box.” Cordal mumbled to himself as he came to the edge of town. They were spatial devices that were crafted for the transport of meat. They could be just as expensive as other spatial bags, but were a luxury most adventurers dreamed of.

Fresh meat whenever a person wanted it.

The dwarf was in high spirits. He had a bag full of new stock to sell to the guild. He’d be able to buy himself a new special pack thrice over after everything sold. Those spirits quickly dipped when he caught sight of the center of town. The increase in wagons and people in town could be attributed to the early workday. What could not be was the tons of building material that were under tarps. Scaffolding had gone up around the outpost, and the foundations for two other buildings were being erected.

The number of people around the outpost told Cordal where he had to go for answers.

Opening the front door of the building, Cordal looked to call out to Thom and paused. Cordal’s attention moved to other people in the small outpost. His dwindling good mood plummeted.

“Mister Steelcore, I presume. Glad you have deigned to visit the town. We were starting to think we needed to gather up a rescue party to find what was left of you in the dungeon.” The gentleman who spoke wore much the same clothing as Thom, a scarlet vest and white clothing underneath. Though this man had far more adornments. His collar glittered with pins of gold and silver. A badge was prominently displayed on his lapel.

The prim and proper appearance was at odds with the man who wore it. Like Thom, the investigator was massive. Unlike the clerk, the investigator had spines of black rock running along his forearms and back. A crown of black horns lifted into the air from the man's forehead, and in the middle of the horns was a red sigil.

Appearing after the strife of the Crown Wars, demons worked hard to remake their image. Like djinns and elementals, demons were beings that originated outside of the plane Aslios existed on. While some people thought the demons' realm was that of evil, it was only one of chaos. The demons had gone to great efforts to correct such notions.

“As I promised, Cordal would be back in town in short order.” Thom put on a smile as he gestured to the dwarf.

Snorting derisively, the gentleman walked forward. He was flanked by a pair of similar-looking men and two armed guards. “Short order wasn’t all that short.” The man said with a sigh and offered his hand. “Investigator Ludwin.”

“Cordal Steelcore.” Taking the hand, Cordal’s eyes went to the badge on the Investigator’s lapel. Cordal put his full attention on it.

[Terrin Ludwin] Level 35

Lineage: Black Spire Demon

Status: [Prestigious Representative] - The person wearing this is an official representative of the Aslios adventuring guild. As such, their actions are under the direct order of the guild and its many branches.

Like Cordal's necklace, the badge was a way to stop people from spying on a person. Though it was a far better design. One could choose what information was omitted.

Like Cordal's though it wasn't perfect to hide everything. Focused observation on appearance and actions could garner information about a their ability. From there it was only a matter of acting on such knowledge.

Everyone ignored the low, shrill sound the badge made as Cordal inspected it.

“Well, Mr. Steelcore, we are quite interested in the new items and supplies you are pulling from the dungeon. As such, we are looking to do an audit of the dungeon.” Ludwin gestured towards an alcove in the corner of the outpost’s lobby. “Now, I know you might be unhappy to hear that your newest venture will become widely known. But I can assure you that this is for the best.”

Cordal kept his face neutral as he considered what was going on. The arrival of the group was poor timing, but he knew it would happen, and attention on the dungeon was part of the plan. It would mean more people would gravitate around the dungeon. For better or for worse.

Seemingly unfazed by Cordal’s lack of response, Ludwin kept going. “So first we’ll need your report on the changes that this dungeon has gone through. Including any new paths, increases in monster levels, and any resources you have gathered.” The demon made a face at the state of the outpost’s seating. Normal guild seats had large plush chairs one could spread out in. The outpost just had one long bench seat with minimal cushions. “And look, you have brought quite a bit of resources, haven’t you?”

Grimacing, Cordal nodded and shrugged. He didn’t quite like the idea of turning over his whole haul with the assumption of selling it, but the two researchers were already eyeing the burlap sack. He was just going to put it on the table when a gauntleted hand stuck itself out.

“May I help?” One of the guards asked as he held out his arm. Cordal followed it up to the man’s face, or rather helmet. Cordal was among the type of people who saw his armor as a tool and didn’t put much thought or care into its look. It's function was Cordal's main concern. The guard was quite the opposite. His armor was dyed black, or simply made of naturally dark material. A bold, striking pattern gleamed on the armor. Including a mantle of two massive horns that looked like the horns of a great beast.

“Sure.” Giving an affirmative, the guard didn’t snatch or pull the bag. He let Cordal lay it in his hand before hefting it. Giving a grunt, the guard otherwise made no remark about how heavy the bag was. He laid it down on the table, causing the surface to shake. The researchers were on the bag before the guard could open it .

Cordal had sectioned many of the items into separate smaller bags based on what they were. The plant life went into one bag, the monster parts in another, and then finally mineral deposits. Being one large chunk of rock, the minerals were in the largest of the bags and well-maintained. When it was brought out, Ludwin snatched at it. Only to grow disappointed with its contents. Before handing the bag over to a researcher, he gave Cordal a searching look.

“You have just come from the dungeon, have you not? Why are you wearing no armor?” Ludwin wondered. Something must have shown on Cordal’s face because the demon leaned forward. “You’ve become quite adept at moving around the dungeon?”

Grimacing, Cordal tried to split his focus between the resources that he had brought and Ludwin’s question. While it was unlikely a guild representative would do such a thing, the guards Ludwin had could make pilfering Cordal’s haul quite easy. After a moment, Cordal decided to just let the men have free reign of his stuff before focusing his attention fully on Ludwin. The short term profit wasn't worth the long term risk that came with Ludwin's questions.

“In a way, yes. My level means I’m able to defeat any monster, as long as I’m smart.” Cordal aimed for a nonchalant attitude. “I've ordered new equipment recently and hope to obtain more.”

Either displeased by Cordal’s response or sensing he wasn’t telling the whole truth, Ludwin leaned forward. “You are a skilled adventurer. How hard would this be to replicate?” Ludwin wondered. The proposition was couched as a casual question. Though Cordal was smart enough to see the context between the words. The investigator wanted something in particular. He was willing to pay people to delve into the dungeon after it.

Guild investigators weren’t the enforcers of the guild, not when a simple bounty could curb any troublemakers. Instead, they were the ones who gathered information. They were the ones who made sure the guild got in front of any problems before they formed.

“I suppose I could. But, what will I get out of it?” Cordal asked. posing the question to buy himself time as he made up an idea. To Cordal it felt wrong to be thinking up an idea without Commander’s input. But Cordal had never tried to converse with Commander while being so far away from the dungeon. Even if it worked, Cordal would need to concentrate to pull it off.

“You would get a hefty commission for bringing forth such lucrative findings to the guild.” Ludwin offered.

If Cordal denied outright, he’d be able to walk away. Within a week, someone else would take the job. At the same time, the commission wouldn’t be worth all that much. He’d make more keeping a few secret spots to himself. “I want a percentage of the profit from any job that comes from my findings.” Cordal countered.

Ludwin narrowed his eyes. “The exact amount can be discussed, but that can happen. For now, let us go over the details of any dungeon changes.” Ludwin was less than pleased with Cordal’s counteroffer. It would take a while to pay off, but would be worth it. Though Cordal would still make more with Commander and him alone.

Of course Cordal didn’t let the conversation slip away. He pinned down an exact number.

“Now, may we discuss the dungeon’s growth?” Ludwin pulled the conversation back to what he wanted. Cordal took a moment to wonder what gave them away. The amount of resources or something else. Either way, he followed Ludwin’s prompting and began to give a rundown. He left out many details , such as anything to do with his class or the dungeon core. He did give advice on the new strategy of Rowan’s gold piles.

“And what of the Twisted Servants? How have they changed?” Ludwin pushed.

“They haven’t done much. Increases in monster level, sure, but they’re about the same tactics-wise. Though I seemingly found a new area, that otherwise went undiscovered. Sadly, I just started to explore it; there is no telling what’s in there.” Cordal vastly downplayed how much he knew about the dungeon’s newest branch. He had even visited the newest boss. The idea that he, a lone adventurer, could easily stroll in and map a new portion so easily would be improbable.

“This must be where the Cavern Lake Stalks came from.” One of the researchers exclaimed as he raised the crafting material. The stalks, even now, were firm with a fibrous exterior. They ranged from dark green in color to black. Cordal didn’t know enough about alchemy or cooking to know what it was useful for.

Cordal made a note to acquire knowledge of several more disciplines. While the adventuring guild auctions were fairly safe, private sellers could easily scam him.

“Interesting!” Ludwin leaned in and steepled his hands together. “When will you be ready to go back into the dungeon?”

Cordal gave that question some thought. If he pushed for too long, he’d look suspicious, and he wouldn’t put it past them to go into the dungeon before him. “Long enough to get a new set of armor and a good rest. So maybe another week?” He had ordered his armor a while ago. It would likely arrive soon.

Cordal focused intently on the investigator. Trying to judge his reaction. But he seemed quite pleasant.

“Considering how long we have been here already, that is quite the wait.” Sitting straight, Ludwin lowered his hands to the table. “But it is understandable. Your new equipment has arrived with us. So how about a good night’s rest and we set out in the morning?.”

That was far from Cordal’s preferred time. But he didn’t have the tact or words to say as such. So, he agreed.

With departure discussed, Cordal left. Making it to his rooms, Cordal tried to communicate with Commander. He only got a feedback of mana from the spell failing, which left him with a throbbing headache. It took Cordal using an after-dinner stroll as an excuse to contact Commander. Luckily, none of the investigative team were too suspicious of him. Just annoyed.

Having to walk a good distance into the forest surrounding the dungeon, Cordal finally managed to contact Commander using Speak with Genius Loci. Connecting to the dungeon Cordal didn’t get the normal feel of emotions. Instead, it was strictly words.

Commander took to the idea of having the newcomers quite well. Trying to impart a clear understanding into the dungeon core’s mind, Cordal felt he hadn’t quite gotten through to the being. Rather than seeing this as the very dangerous problem they had, Commander was just happy to be able to challenge itself against someone that wasn’t just Cordal.

A fact Cordal couldn't fault the dungeon for. It had been alone for so long with just itself.

Leaving the forest, Cordal found the group of investigators still in the dining level of the tavern once he arrived. The two guards were still eating while the researchers had their noses in books. Ludwin alone noticed Cordal’s arrival back and raised his wine glass to Cordal. Returning the gesture, Cordal lifted his chin.

Feeling none too social, Cordal headed straight to his bed. Having retrieved his armor and equipment, he laid it out on his bed.

The armor was a set of enchanted full plate. He had gotten a new shield and mace. Though where he splurged was with the spatial bags. Getting several with the weight-reducing qualities.

[Stalwart Defender’s armor]

This armor was made from a mixture of mithril and refined steel, providing it with mobility and defense. It is further enchanted to provide several other benefits. If more than three-quarters of the equipment is damaged or lost, all enchantments will fade or be greatly diminished. The same holds true if more than half of the equipment is attuned to another person.

Effects:

[Defensive layer]: Any physical damage that is done to the wearer of this armor is reduced by 5%. This can be increased by the wearer’s ability, skills, or other temporary enchantments.

[Comfort Guard]: While wearing this armor, changes in body temperature will be diminished greatly, and the armor will attempt to maintain the wearer’s personal hygiene.

[Perfect fit]: The speed at which this armor is donned or doffed is greatly increased. It will also grow or shrink to accommodate a person’s size. Providing a slimming effect while worn.

[Self Repair] As long as the armor isn't completely destroyed, it will mend itself. Grievous damage will take weeks or months to repair.

Quality: Rare | Durability: 1000/1000| Attunement: One hour of concentrated focus | Mana reservation: 100 Mp + 100% per item bound to attunement location.

[Bag of hidden Depths]

This bag is larger on the inside than it is on the outside. Such bags are often a traveling companion for adventurers of all ranks. Though this is better by an order of magnitude. If destroyed, the contents of this item will be lost.

Effect: This bag is able to open up to several feet in size, this bag has a large pocket of space inside. Those attuned to the bag will be able to retrieve items from inside unerringly. Others must make a focused, concerted effort to retrieve the item in the search.

While attuned, people may deposit any bag inside to have the bag of hidden depths take on, its appearance.

They may also lock the bag, in which state the bag will appear empty. Any living matter placed inside the bag when locked will be expelled when unlocked. Otherwise, the matter will be deposited into the bag.

Quality: Rare | Durability: 1000/1000| Attunement: One hour of concentrated focus.

The armor’s Perfect Fit enchantment was similar to Cordal’s new cloak. Except for two key things. Cordal didn’t have to think to make the change happen. But he didn’t get nearly as drastic effect as he wished he had. It felt similar to a corset, lifting and restricting to present a more pleasing look.

Using the cloak underneath a shirt and the armor on top, Cordal could get the best of both worlds. If he focused on the cloak.

It was just after sunrise. Cordal heard the construction begin. The sound of falling hammers was startling when compared to the silence Cordal was used to in the dungeon. But it was welcome. It reminded him of his youth. The fact that they were out of sync with one another forced Cordal out of bed. The song they should have made was discordant and interspersed with chatter.

Ludwin and his researchers stood on the steps of the outpost. The investigator turned to look at Cordal as he approached. “Just who I wished to see. Are you ready to leave?”

Cordal grunted and just surveyed the area. Ludwin had been in Amber Rest likely for weeks. Enough to make a plan for the town under Cordal’s nose. While the dwarf hadn’t had exact plans for the town, he had wanted a hand in how things would start changing. “What is going on with the new buildings and expansion?” Cordal asked.

Ludwin thought for a moment. “Do you know how worthwhile that egg you found was?” Ludwin’s question was rhetorical. He paused only long enough to turn and face Cordal fully. “On its own, it was merely expensive. But if we can get the dungeon to cultivate such eggs, there is no telling how worthwhile it was. The dungeons who can produce such eggs are golden geese.”

That gave Cordal pause. He had run across monster eggs very rarely on his dungeon delving. But they had only been part of the loot and divided up. “Why?” Cordal asked as he folded his arms.

“They are very rare, as you might expect, since you’ve been at this for over half a year and only ever found the one?” Ludwin paused long enough for Cordal to nod his head. Cordal couldn’t tell if the demon trusted his response. “There is one attempt to raise and cultivate a tamed monster. Like people, tamed monsters can get classes and grow in strength. But because they’re so scarce and there are so many types, there isn’t much knowledge on them. Another otherwise common monster can become quite a powerful asset, in theory, of course.”

“Can’t soul mages just remove bad choices?” Cordal wondered. Having certain classes could make gaining other classes harder or impossible. With too many classes progress often stagnated as well. Hiring a soul mage was expensive, but so were a lot of things in life.

“As far as we are aware, no soul mage has been able to do so. Monster souls are quite a bit different from mortal souls.” Ludwin explained. “Working with one can be dangerous, both for the monster and the mage. It’s not a risk most people would be willing to take.”

That gave Cordal pause. Was he connected to Commander because of their binding? He quickly shook his head to chase away the ideas. Even if his soul had been fundamentally changed, he had chosen his path already. No reason to second-guess himself. It could only bring heartache, and he needed his focus on keeping as much hidden as possible.

“Alright, thanks for the lesson. I just found the egg in the boss’s gold piles after I beat him.” Cordal explained. “So, maybe we can find more there. For now, let’s head out.”

Giving Cordal a final look, Ludwin spoke with his team briefly. Matters were quickly organized for the group to leave for the dungeon. Being seasoned adventurers, Cordal and the guards were all but prepared. The researchers took a little more time to prepare themselves. Gathering countless tools and items in bags.

When everything had been gathered, the group set out. Rather than taking the lead, Cordal stayed by the side of Ludwin to speak with him further.

“I have a question about the eggs. The description said they could be hatched. How does one hatch?” Cordal wondered. The thought of the eggs hatching deep within Commander’s vault worried Cordal. Having monsters that may not be under Commander’s control so deep in the dungeon would be dangerous. Monsters mostly liked people to snack on, but they weren’t picky.

Ludwin kept his eyes on the forest, trying not to trip over underbrush or roots. “Well, they would take a constant influx of mana by someone with a tamer class. Unlike summoners, their abilities will allow them to hatch monsters. The mana they feed it will make the monsters docile towards them."

That left Cordal sighing as his shoulders sagged in relief. Something that Ludwin did catch. “I wonder if I could get a tamer class too. I’ve been trying out magic.”

Cordal’s words earned a grimace from Ludwin, and he shook his head. “I wouldn’t advise it. The docile effect fades after a while if you don’t know what you are doing or enrage the monster. If you want to try out such magics I suggest you start with simple, known paths. Like cultivating farm animals such as raptors or lizards.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Cordal nodded his head and went to the front of the group. He could feel Ludwin’s eyes on his back. Thankfully, neither guard was too chatty. So Cordal was free to tread a familiar path as he reached out to Commander.

“Before we go in, I have to ask, what are your names?” Cordal asked both guards. “I want to know what I’ll be calling you guys.” Having kept to himself, Cordal hadn’t thought to ask the two guards their names before now. Outside of close-knit parties or guilds, adventurers were often solitary. Even when groups were made, they were kept professional.

A gloved hand extended toward Cordal. “I go by Steelhorn.” The more friendly guard with the bull-like horns offered his name first.

“Oh, I like the theming.” Cordal shook the man’s hand. He felt a shiver go up his back and turned to face the other guard who had tried to inspect him. “And you?” He turned to face the ruder guard.

Unlike Steelhorn, whose face was all but covered by a helmet, the ruder guard wore a more open design. “You can call me Paul. Why do you have your ledger obscured? Cutting right to the point, Paul narrowed his eyes at Cordal. The words didn’t have much heat behind them. Just pure skepticism. “If you are as powerful as they say you are, why are you slumming it here?”

The question was good, and Cordal thought about answering it truthfully. For just a moment. “You see them over there?” Cordal gestured with a thumb towards Ludwin and his researchers. The trio stood a little way off, preparing their equipment. The group had stopped right outside the dungeon entrance, and the trio wanted to start their measurements. “They have the idea right. Only needing to risk your life rarely and still making money.”

Looking at the man, Cordal could see he hadn’t quite made his point clear enough. “Being an adventurer doesn’t leave you with very many options for safe careers to retire into. So, I do this because I can do it alone and at my own pace. Do I make as much money as I used to while adventuring with a party? No, but I make enough and have lower risk.” Cordal explained. That had been Cordal’s backup plan. If he hadn’t been able to contact and make a deal with Commander Cordal would have simply farmed the dungeon for loot. It wouldn’t be nearly as good, but would have been good enough living.

Paul grimaced and shook his head. “Just seems like you could become a farmer or something if you wanted a safe life.”

Cordal could see he wasn’t getting anywhere with the man and decided not to argue further. In away the man was right though. Cordal was doing the or something, but he couldn’t just say that.

Taking point, Cordal sent Paul to stick by the trio. While he knew they’d be safe no matter what, Cordal needed to keep up appearances. Steelhorn seemed far more pleasant company than Paul. The job Cordal and Steelhorn had would be to engage any monsters that approached from the front. Paul would handle the rear and ensure the tender core of their group wasn’t attacked or separated.

Having gathered a few measurements, Ludwin and his group walked to the entrance. He seemed less than pleased. “Something wrong with the scans?” Cordal asked as they headed for the entrance.

“Yes,” Ludwin sounded distracted as his words were stretched. “The ambient mana isn’t nearly as high as I expected. Either the dungeon isn’t gathering much mana or it's using all of it to expand. Neither option is good. As the resources it generates should be hampered as a result.” The tone was contemplative.

Cordal hadn’t thought about that, but it made sense. Like the eggs, Commander would need mana to make anything. Though he only responded to Ludwin with a nonchalant sound and shrug. Asking too many questions risked exposing Commander. As a guild investigator, Ludwin likely knew of the dungeon cores. Something Cordal shouldn’t know about.

Starting on the first floor of the dungeon, Cordal began to show the group around. They had barely dispatched their first group of monsters before they were directed to stop. One researcher paused to scrape moss from a wall and take soil samples. Another began doing complex scans of the area. Magic swept around in a pulsating wave of orange mana. Ludwin ran support for his team, casting a spell that greatly benefited not only the researchers, but Cordal and the guards.

[Amplified Potency]

One’s ability is rarely shackled to a limit. To live is to improve and seek more. Effect: Cost of spells and abilities reduced by 20%, Spells and Abilities are 10% more effective.

Type: Buff | Duration: 30 seconds

In an instant, Cordal felt more awake and alive. The dungeon air seemed to be crisper and more satisfying. While the blood and mana coursing through his body pumped faster. Ludwin seemed able to channel the spell if he focused; when he did, the feeling was constant for Cordal. As soon as the investigator stopped, the feelings quickly fled. The feeling was exhilarating and addictive.

Taking a deep breath, Cordal let the feeling fade. Because he only stood by and watched the spell, Cordal was left with a jittery anxiety. A feeling that all three of the defenders seemed to feel.

Once the researchers were ready to move again, Cordal, Steelhorn, and Paul all pushed to clear more than strictly needed.

“That spell the demon uses is quite something.” Commander distracted Cordal as they paused to let the team scan and gather samples once more. Cordal had to agree, though only grunted. He often found himself talking out loud to respond to Commander’s mental conversation. A habit he didn’t trust. Illusion magic was a tactic used by a lot of monsters. Cordal didn’t want the group to assume he was under some monster’s influence because he was talking to a wall.

Rather than cutting straight to the lower level or to the new higher level, Ludwin directed the group throughout the entrance caverns. Every bit of worthwhile resource was gathered, and every surface was investigated by the researchers. They seemed to be taking extensive notes on the area. They spent the longest on the puzzle.

Ludwin and his researchers spent over an hour capturing information about the room from top to bottom. The demon got really close to the paintings both on the wall and on the floor. Even the smallest thing, from brickwork to the paint, was scrutinized. Cordal watched the proper gentleman dirty his hands and knees.

At the same time, he felt Commander’s presence in the back of his mind. Its interest was profound.

They had to complete the trap several times over as it seemed to reset every fifteen minutes. Once the team found out everything they needed, they purposefully triggered the trap.

It was the first time he had faced the stone-carver nagas in true combat. They were insidious. They only avoided a complete ambush thanks to Cordal’s awareness of the monsters and urging to use lights. Standing in the middle, around the fire pit, the researchers illuminated the whole cavern. The moment the trap was triggered by Steelhorn, the whole room was plunged into deeper darkness, and a massive stone panel grew out of the floor to block their exit.

The nagas were silent as they slinked down from the ceiling and along the walls, able to stick to them. They tried sliding across the floor to lower their profile. The moment they touched the pool of light, they sprang forward. Their blades were coated with the purple, viscous fluid. Taking on two Cordal left Steelhorn and Paul to tackle one each.

“Does the amount of monsters scale with the party size?” A researcher spoke aloud in wonder.

“It does!” Commander spoke into Cordal’s mind. The dungeon core began to explain just how it judged which monsters to send. It began to explain that it could assign threat levels to each person or group to react accordingly. Unless it piloted each monster, it could only nudge the monsters into action through these threat levels. It was very complicated, and Cordal didn’t give it too much focus.

Instead, he contended with the nagas. They weren’t nearly as tough as the twisted marauders, but they were sly. They knew how to divert blows and counterstrike. Going after minor cuts instead of riskier strikes. It quickly became evident why, as Cordal felt a blade slip past his armor. Instantly he felt a sharp stinging pain, and moments later his movements were more sluggish.

The bond to his dungeon allowed Cordal some resistance to the poison coating the monster’s blades. So he only wondered what the others felt.

“Ludwin!” Steelhorn called, which seemed signal enough. The demon cast his Amplified Potency spell once more. It allowed Cordal to shrug off the effects of the poison long enough to dispatch his two nagas. Turning, he lent what little help was needed for both Paul and Steelhorn to turn their battles.

“That stuff makes your body fight against itself.” Steelhorn pointed out once each of them caught their breath. Looking at his ledger, Cordal found what the guard meant.

[Brood Poison]

This poison robs even the strongest foes of their virility.

Effect: Each application reserves 85 mana and stamina (100-15). On use of either mana or stamina, the poison inflicts half as much damage and reserves that much mana or stamina.

Type: Poison | Duration: 1 hour

Looking at his ledger, Cordal did see that his stamina was indeed not regenerating up to his maximum because of the poison. The fact that he had been warned before hand by Commander didn’t make it any less effective.

Ludwin went straight for the monster’s bodies. Looking for the daggers and belt pouches. The other researchers went to Steelhorn and Paul. Each seemingly having the ability to remove the poison debuff from the men. “You’ll need to remove your concealment enchantment for me to do a proper medical diagnosis.” The researcher who finished with Steelhorn approached Cordal afterward. Seeing Cordal’s grimace, the researcher applied a bit more pressure. “I can’t be sure it’s fully out of your system. Unless you have proficiency in medical magic, you won’t be able to tell if you’re truly free of the poison.”

It was sound reasoning and well-meaning. Still, Cordal couldn’t let the man scan him. “Thank you for your concern, but just cure it. I’ll deal with whatever is left.” Cordal couldn’t trust that the researcher or anyone else wouldn’t peek at his ledger once the anti-divination necklace enchantment was suppressed. Plus, such a scan would likely see his body’s ability to gestate monster eggs.

Giving up on trying to convince Cordal, the healer just removed the poison status. As he had promised, Cordal felt some lingering effects. A small amount of stiffness and cold in his limbs. But his stamina was refilled. Just to test it, Cordal cast a shield spell and was glad to see his mana hadn’t been affected by the poison.

“We should head to the bottom floor first. See how things turn out and then we can head up into the new area.” Cordal suggested to the group.

“No, it’ll be better if we tackle the new area while we are fresh.” Paul countered once he had been checked over.

“That only matters if we intended to do this all in one day.” Ludwin pointed out. “Once we confirm the lower levels’ strength, we can come back up to rest and then go back in bright and early.” Being in charge, the investigator did have the final say in the group. He was the one who held the purse strings of the whole operation. “We will be coming down for several attempts anyway and should tackle what we have a better idea of first. By the time we arrive back, the dungeon should have respawned all the monsters.”

‘Most importantly, Rowan.’ Cordal thought about the supposed source of the monster egg. Commander had complete control over what appeared in the piles of loot scattered around the boss’s chamber.

Paul was displeased by the order, but couldn’t do much about it. He could listen and get paid, or leave. The allure of money was far too much.

With things settled, Cordal led the group down towards the lower levels of the dungeon. With the change in the type of monsters they had to fight, the group changed their approach. Steelhorn and Paul would both protect the group while Cordal would engage with the twisted servants. This greatly limited those who would be exposed to the screams of the servant and limited the possibility of ambush. If the twisted servant was killed or got away, it didn’t matter. After the group condensed around the softer members and waited. It would take only a few seconds for them to tell where the monsters were coming from and for the three guards to adjust.

“If there were more quiet monsters with the twisted marauders, this approach wouldn’t work. I could have them sneak up on adventuring parties.” Commander offered commentary as Cordal and the group fought. Treating this like combat training, the dungeon analyzed everything it could. A fact Cordal found frustrating because the stream of information Commander let flow through their connection. Most of it wasn’t speech. Cordal could feel the excitement and interest of the dungeon core change with the flow of battle. It was at its highest when Commander inhabited a monster in combat.

Cordal got so good at understanding the excitement of the genius loci that he got a feel for the danger of the situation. The more potential struggle, the more Commander could learn.

In turn, Ludwin seemed fascinated with the area. The scans the researchers were doing seemed to bring forth a lot of the information he had hoped to find. In addition to the scans, the group managed to find bits about the history of the land that inspired the dungeon. The things that were inconsequential loot to Cordal were of great interest to the researchers. Destroyed trinkets, such as lockets, simple jewelry, and even diaries in some cases, were found upon the remains of the defeated enemies or in rooms full of destroyed furniture.

Commander was a lot less excited to see the group focus on those items. The dungeon core’s responses grew cold each time they lingered.

Cordal found himself growing anxious the closer they grew to Rowan’s chamber. He had promised Rowan wouldn’t hint at the nature of their relationship, but had his doubts.

Entering the chamber, Cordal found the effects of his hard work shown in stark detail. Rowan stood at the back of his chamber. Beside the boss monster were the two IronHoof vanguards. The twisted servants were undoubtedly hidden amongst the piles of gold and loot. The sight gave everyone pause. Cordal doubted that anyone besides himself was familiar enough with the dungeon before his arrival to appreciate the change. But the sight was still intimidating. The fact that Cordal had explained the boss encounter in full detail didn’t dampen the effect all too much.

Cordal felt proud seeing the group’s reaction. “Alright, are you men ready for a challenge?” Cordal rolled his shoulder.

“I thought you beat him alone.” Paul muttered, causing Cordal’s smile to grow.

It wasn’t Paul who stepped up beside Cordal, but Ludwin. He stood at the edge of the boss room, aware that the doors could close on their own. “Make this fight as clean as possible.” The demon demanded.

Cordal only gave a nod of his head to confirm as he stepped into the chamber. Steelhorn was right behind him, and Paul reluctantly shepherded the vulnerable targets inside. “Welcome back, Lordling! This shall be your final mistake!” Rowan boomed as he prepared his axe.

“Aww, I missed you too.” Cordal called to the monster as he charged forward. His focus wasn’t just on Rowan though. Instead, his job was to keep Rowan, and the vanguards focused on him. The moment Cordal managed to engage the group, they began to spread out. The first exchange had Rowan delivering several arching swings at Cordal, trying to shove him to one side. Rather than allowing himself to be shoved, Cordal met the strikes with his shield.

A mad laugh came from Rowan as he leaned into Cordal’s tactic and turned it into a slug fest. Battering Cordal’s shield over and over. Each strike causing small bits of damage. Rowan scored a rather hefty strike when one of his minions got bold. Cordal sprang into action to intercept the vanguard.

The commitment to Rowan and one minion allowed another to slip by unimpeded. Cordal called out to his group and engaged both minotaurs. Using the minion’s body as a type of shield to hamper Rowan’s movement. The boss constantly had to adjust for his minion. Before long the vanguard crumpled under the exchange with Cordal, and Rowan was left alone.

Chancing a look over his shoulder, Cordal saw that the other minion was handled by Paul and Steelhorn. The research team occupied a portion of the room where the twisted servants had been killed.

“Don’t think you can defeat me alone anymore?” Rowan spoke low enough that the pitched battle would keep his words from being heard. His taunts cost him several chances to strike at Cordal. “Or is this your way of inviting more mares for me to conquer?”

Unbidden, the image of Cordal laying in bed next to another man, both of their bodies swollen with eggs and cum, came to the dwarf’s mind. A knowing smile stretched across Rowan’s face as if he knew what Cordal was thinking.

Cordal’s remark was robbed from him as Rowan kicked him square in the chest. Sending him flying back into a pile of gold. The hands of a twisted servant clawed at his frame, and a scream went off right in Cordal’s ear. His mind staggered and his focus shook. But training allowed him to drive an elbow and then shield into the monster before shrugging at Rowan.

A maddened laugh came from the boss as Cordal engaged him once more. “This one doesn’t count, you know. I was told not to kill any of you.” Rowan’s eyes moved towards the group, and Cordal capitalized on it.

“Like hell it doesn’t! Overwhelming force and all.” Cordal called out as he delivered a blow to the bull. He balked at the sound of pain that came from Rowan. He hadn’t officially killed Rowan since their first fight. Always stopping before the final blow. The fact that Rowan wouldn’t be gone for good was the only reason Cordal managed to keep going. Though his strikes were dispassionate.

“I’m touched.” Rowan laughed, rousing Cordal’s anger and ire at the monster. The fact that the monster was making light of his own death was enough to make Cordal want to strangle him. But the dwarf didn’t want to prolong it anymore than he needed. Steeling his nerves, Cordal brought Rowan to one knee and then delivered a finishing blow.

Standing above the defeated boss monster, Cordal reminded himself that he wasn’t gone for good. “I’m sorry that you had to do that.” Commander spoke into Cordal’s mind.

“Just tell him I’m sorry.” Cordal thought back before turning around and sprinting towards the group.

Luckily, there wasn’t much left for Cordal to do as he came back to the group. He acted as a shield for the researchers, but only the servants were left. How eagerly Paul dispatched the remaining monsters made Cordal’s gut turn and grip his mace a little tighter. Commander was an anchor in Cordal’s mind that reminded the dwarf to stay calm. This was what they had planned for.

“Whoa! Fuck, that was a slaughter.” Paul whooped as he cleaned his blade. “I really thought you were overstating your abilities, dwarf. But you handled the boss well. We might not have been able to handle him if you weren’t around.”

“Thanks, you did well too.” The dwarf begrudgingly forced himself to say. Though he didn’t have to keep the mask up for long as Ludwin walked towards the piles of gold. With a fervent focus, the man rooted through the mounds, drawing everyone’s attention. At any other time, Cordal might have watched Paul like a hawk to ensure no gold pieces were shoved into pockets. But he wasn’t feeling up to it.

The piles of ‘gold’ weren’t just gold. It was made up of a majority of silver and copper pieces. The gold outer layer was built to make the lure enticing. With the twisted servants inside, the piles looked tripled in size. Once Paul found that out, he went straight for the corpses, seeking the armor and gear off the minotaurs’ bodies. Cordal had to turn his eyes away from that. The armor wouldn’t even be magical and would likely be better as scrap. The equipment monsters wore was often ornamental or conduits for them to use their abilities. Only rarely were they enchanted.

Watching Ludwin, the dwarf found himself smiling inwardly. The demon felt ecstatic to find not one, but three eggs. Commander had beefed up the reward pool and added the eggs. Since it took just under a week for Rowan to respawn, it wouldn’t be something they could keep up, and they wouldn’t have if they could. “This is quite outstanding!” Ludwin tried to carry the eggs under his arms, but had to enlist the aid of his researchers.

After the eggs were secured, Ludwin set Cordal and the guards to gathering up all the lot. In turn, he set his researchers to scan the room. Anxiety gripped Cordal’s body as they neared the back of their room with scans. Luckily, their scans couldn’t penetrate deep enough to sense the core chamber behind Rowan’s throne. They might have been able to if they stepped behind the throne and started at the wall, but they had no reason to do that.

Cordal didn’t feel properly relaxed until the group left the lower levels of the floor and headed to the exit.

It was dark by the time they exited the dungeon, and none of the researchers wanted to slog back to town. It was decided to start camp. The tents went up well within Commander’s sphere of influence and allowed Commander to listen to the campsite. A great plus when the researchers began to discuss the findings while Cordal and Steelhorn went to gather firewood.

By the time Cordal arrived back, the researchers had moved on from mana and soil samples to the eggs. Rather than just setting the eggs down to analyze them, the researchers had placed the eggs atop a stand that was etched with arcane scrawling. It was spell work, but it was far too advanced for Cordal.

“These must be the reason for the strange reading. If the dungeon is somehow making these eggs and expanding, it would be spreading itself thin.” One of the researchers said as Cordal placed firewood down.

“That is unless it has found a way to incubate the eggs in another monster?” Ludwin countered. Sounds of derision and disbelief came from the other men. “It is rare, yes, but not impossible.”

“Sir, the dungeon would be unlikely to keep doing so if it started mating between the monsters. They’d have to spend quite a bit of mana on bringing the eggs to full term and then hatching the monsters. Even then, once the hatched monster was killed, it couldn’t be brought back.”

Cordal couldn’t help himself and asked, “Why couldn’t they do the summoning like people do?” He spread his fingers and wiggled them. The researchers and Ludwin turned to look at him. He felt the sudden judgment of the men.

Ludwin spoke up and kept his tone pleasant. “Unlikely as well. You know how that poison had you reserve your mana? Summons do something similar. So, if a dungeon did the same thing, it’d only hinder itself.”

“Yeah, if people figured out how to respawn monsters like dungeons, we’d have a whole new war on our hands. Just summon forth a legion of monsters.” A researcher interjected. Cordal almost corrected him, but thought better of it . Commander could put mana towards respawning a creature, but if it did that, the soul well couldn’t produce a second monster until the first was dispatched.

Otherwise, there could be multiple Rowans walking around. That thought left Cordal's mind wondering for several moments.

After going over the eggs a little more, the researchers discussed the other items. Cordal lost interest in such a topic and instead went to his tent. After sharing a short dinner with the group, he took to first watch for the night. The time passed peacefully. With Commander watching, Cordal knew the movement of any monster in the area. None approached, and Cordal turned in for the night.

Fearful of what dreams might come from the day’s events, Cordal had a hard time going to sleep. Though the beast came and Cordal found that his sleep was dreamless.

Waking up, Cordal thought nothing of starting a fire and beginning breakfast. He had done it so often in the dungeon that it was second nature. He had water boiling when the others began to wake. Ludwin was the first to come out of his tent. “Do you drink coffee or tea?” Cordal called to the demon.

It took Cordal several seconds to notice the absence of a response. Cordal had only enough awareness to put on a pair of pants when he awoke. Leaving him shirtless. Panicking at the realization, Cordal reached for his necklace and found it in place. Yet, Ludwin kept staring.

“Sorry, I’m not looking for anything more than work.” Cordal told the demon. Ludwin snapped back to himself and grimaced. But he turned his gaze away. Even so, Cordal went to put on his shirt before cooking some of the sausages he had in his rations.

As people began to wake up, they all came from their tents and congregated around the fire. Being the one who was already cooking breakfast, Cordal found that he was designated the chef. Having cooked while on the road and for himself personally, Cordal saw no problem with it. In truth, it was largely just tending to the pots and pans people put atop the cook fire’s grate.

Boiled grains and breakfast meats didn’t need great culinary skills to keep from burning.

The whole time, though, Cordal found Ludwin stealing glances at him. Even after Cordal excused himself to put on a shirt and his cloth armor, the looks lingered. It came to a point that Cordal urged Commander to investigate the reason why. Which turned out to be just as confusing. The demon wasn’t organizing some complex plan with others, and the only slightly alarming thing was his idle research into the naga poison. Even then he made no attempt to take it out of the vial and instead used spells to observe the contents.

“It’s possible he saw some lingering effects of the poison on you. I could have missed something when I analyzed your body.” Commander offered what it could. A fact that gave Cordal pause: he wasn’t aware of Commander monitoring his body. Its touch was so light and common now Cordal didn't even notice it.

Giving Commander his thanks, Cordal finished breakfast in a slightly sour mood. In contrast to the rest of the group, who seemed pumped up thanks to the windfall of Rowan’s boss chamber. Today was the true make or break moment. Cordal knew the cavern levels of the dungeon like the back of his hand. The new level was strange. Commander would be sure none of them died, but if they got overwhelmed, the report may dissuade others from coming.

“So, did you ever think of a name for this place?” Paul spoke loudly to Ludwin as the camp was broken down and equipment was gathered. Cordal listened intently to the conversation. This had been something that had been at the back of Cordal’s mind. Convention saw dungeon’s name to either be descriptive or foreboding, often the best were both. Neither category felt like it would fit Commander.

“‘Caverns of the Twisted Lord’ is the current frontrunner.” Ludwin answered, causing Cordal to grimace.

“How about ‘Mountain Peak Caverns’?” Cordal offered his own suggestion. Even as Commander urged him that any name would be fine. Having spent the last decades having a placeholder name, Commander wouldn't know the worth of a name. At least that's what Cordal thought

The demon gave pause. Paul filled the silence with a mocking laugh. “That might fit for the upper caverns as it explores more about the people who lived atop the mountain. While the other describes the lower levels aptly. I’ll have to think on it far more. Who knows, the lower levels might expand next.” Paul rolled his eyes.

“Doesn’t sound as cool.” Paul muttered.

The upper levels of the dungeon appeared similar to its entrance levels with just bare stone walls and hanging rocks. Where it began to differ was the amount of vegetation and the smell of water. There were no beast-type monsters; instead, the bulk of the monsters were nagas, minotaurs, and capridon. Progress through this level of the dungeon was far slower and tedious.

[Roaming Defender] lvl: 45 | Type: Capridon Monstrosity

Life atop a mountain is rarely gentle or nurturing. These warriors fight to defend the people they call family and friends. While distance may separate the people of mountains peaks from one another, these warriors are willing to travel great distances to lend aid to those in need.

The defenders were both based on minotaurs and capridon. Though their forms were untwisted by the curse. Giving them leaner, yet still powerful builds. The lack of muscles didn’t make them any less dangerous. The goats and bulls proved to be dangerous foes to face, and the mountain peak sages proved to be quite the challenge. Their healing magics and simple combat spells often harassed the team's researcher. Forcing constant vigilance even in combat. Adding in the occasional sneak attack from the nagas made sure Paul couldn’t afford to join Steelhorn or Cordal at the front of the party.

The slow progress still saw the group pushing deep into the dungeon and charting a path. The caverns had large pools of crystal-clear water. Once any lingering nagas were dispatched, the ponds provided a great source of fish, lake moss, and other resources. Even the water proved to be of good quality, though the group had no ability to carry enough of it to make gathering worthwhile. Within close proximity to the ponds were small permanent campsites.

The sites were where the largest group of monsters congregated. Avoiding most of the skirmishes, the group managed to find the doors to the boss chamber. No one was bold enough to suggest going into the boss's room. The chamber was rather simple. Every inch of the floor was covered in dense, green seaweed-like vines. They seemed to grow from the center of the room where a lake sat. Occasionally, a hint of movement underneath the water could be seen, but nothing broke the surface of the water.

Satisfied with their progress, the group began retracing their steps. Cordal was feeling good about how the day turned out. So was commander. They were halfway back with Ludwin spoke up. “If you gentlemen will humor me, I think I would like to try something before we leave once we come closer to the entrance.” Ludwin proposed his idea and showed a large vial. Cordal was going to dismiss it as the naga’s poison. Though it was lighter in color and less viscous.

“What is that you made and what is your plan?” Cordal wondered.

“This is something I was able to make from the poison. I think it will make combat with them far easier.“ Ludwin explained. Cordal wasn’t quite buying it and looked at the vial.

[Modified Brood Poison]

Diluted, this poison will still punish those who choose to use their mana or stamina while under its effects.

Because Cordal knew very little about the poison or alchemy, he couldn’t glean much information from just sight of the poison. He would have needed to see it in action or have it used on himself. The fact that Ludwin explained that it came from the naga’s poison was likely the only reason he was able to get any info at all.

“Since this is experimental, I would like to send Paul, Rook, and Carter back to town. Cordal and Steelhorn should be enough to protect me. Should this not hinder the monsters as I hope? But, for further precaution, we should do this near the entrance to this level.” Ludwin suggested.

“What if you get something good?” Paul asked stubbornly.

“I will be sure that any and all items are distributed evenly through the group. Beyond that, we will be back in town by morning. At the very latest.” The promise of fair loot distribution was enough to convince Paul. Rook and Carter, Paul’s researchers, did start to voice some concern. “We will flee at the first sign of trouble or a real fight. I promise.”

Personally, Cordal wasn’t sure if he could have been convinced with such a promise, but the researchers agreed. That left only Cordal and Steelhorn to agree. Both were of a high enough level to feel confident in a short skirmish with a carefully vetted enemy.

Coming to the first chamber of the level, Paul and the researchers left Cordal, Steelhorn, and Ludwin.

Discussing briefly, the smaller group decided to lure a group of the monsters back. Thanks to Steelhorn the attempt was made easier with his skill with a bow. At just under twice the human’s level, Cordal didn’t know if he could have matched the accuracy with which the warrior used a bow. They brought a pack of monsters back to the dungeon entrance: a capridon defender, a minotaur sage, and two nagas. The nagas proved the largest problem for the group, poisoning both of the men.

Judging the monsters to be sufficiently hurt Ludwin tossed two vials of his modified poison into the fray. The tosses were good and caught the sage in the chest while the other landed amongst the group of others. Landing with a sharp crack, the vials exploded into a cloud of opaque vapors. Steelhorn and Cordal jumped from the fray.

Though not fast enough.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think I’d catch you both.” Ludwin called as he raced forward. Cordal and Steelhorn felt the strength sapped from their bodies in waves of heat that was somehow still cold. Cordal assumed because the poison was made of resources from Commander’s dungeon he would have had protection, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

“The poison is making it harder for me to control the monsters.” Commander warned, causing panic to spike through Cordal as he was grabbed and dragged back. Faintly, Cordal was surprised by Ludwin’s strength. He was able to move both him and Steelhorn’s body in full gear. That badge must be hiding his true strength and abilities. Surprise filtered through the connection from Commander followed by an exclamation.

“It’s not just poison. It was an aphrodisiac.” Commander’s words made Cordal think back to the first time he was faced with the fecundate curse. Where the system told him he had taken in too much potent monster mana. “Yes, oh, this is quite strange and fascinating. They want to mate with you two almost as much as they want to fight you. I can just…"

Commander trailed off, and a moment later, weapons were dropped from hands. Only the sage at the back of the group held his staff. Clothed only in belts to hold their poison, the nagas yanked the bands of leather off. From a slit that Cordal hadn’t noticed up to this point, the monsters had glistening tapered penises slipping from the orifices. Two, to be exact.

“Yes!” Ludwin hissed under his breath at the sight. Before Cordal could consider what that meant another vial was smashed between him and Steelhorn’s head. The smoke was black and grew rapidly. Ludwin, with a cloth in hand, backed away from the two men. Back across the entrance hall. Cordal felt his world start to spin and things get fuzzy around the edges.

He had just enough awareness left to himself to do two things. Turn his head to inspect Steelhorn while also urging Commander to keep them safe.

[Steelhorn] Level 55

Lineage: Human

Classes: Swordsman 25, Knight 30

Ability Score: Str: 200 | Dex: 115 | Con: 205 | Int: 65| Wis: 53

Statistics: HP: 854/1320 | MP: 800/800 (-323)| Stam: 500/1000 (-495)

Status: [Lethargic], [Brood Poisoned 12]

[Invasive Mana Saturation]

Your contact with mana not of your own has been profound. Originating from a hostile entity, the mana is affecting your body in a negative capacity.Further exposure will allow sufficiently potent or powerful monsters to impart great change upon your person.

Type: Curse | Duration: 48 hours

While not exactly like [Fecundate] Cordal expected the curse to have a similar effect.

Time became malleable for Cordal. Moments stretched into hours, and minutes became seconds. It became a confusing smear where blinking flung Cordal forward in time. Surging forward, the nagas had grasped both Cordal and Steelhorn. Their thick tails wrapped around the two melee fighters and held them tight. Before their armor could be stripped from their bodies, Ludwin was there.

The demon had summoned a monster that Cordal somewhat recognized. It had the body of a twisted servant, but it was less distorted and more refined. It was shaped like a white bipedal mouse, and it wore a tuxedo. In its hands it had two knives.

Cordal was aware of Commander’s worry in the back of his mind and the dungeon core urging him to pay attention. But he couldn’t form enough of his mind together to listen. Let alone form ideas to answer. Ludwin was making wide gestures between the nagas and his summoned monster. Commander spoke through one of the monsters, and Ludwin looked utterly delighted. Cordal felt panic at that idea, but was unsure why.

Still wearing that smile, Ludwin summoned more creatures. One of which looked like a floating pair of lips with wings. He brought the creature to his hand and spoke into it before sending it off. The thing fluttered off and out through the entrance puzzle.

After that Cordal and Steelhorn were stripped. Thankfully, Commander seemed to be exerting some control, as the monsters didn't damage Cordal's new armor. Ludwin watched and gathered the armor once it was removed from the men. Oddly, Steelhorn seemed to fight back the hardest when Commander tried to remove his helmet. It was ineffectual. But risked hurting the man. So Commander left the man with it. It was fitting because Cordal was left with his necklace.

Some small clarity came to Cordal as he looked at Steelhorn’s form as opposed to his own.

Ludwin’s odd looks and gaze earlier were because of Cordal’s body. His armor helped to disguise it, but he had a very voluptuous figure. The leaps in logic between his body and the source of eggs in the dungeon were far, but not ludicrous in nature. It wasn’t as if one got the body Cordal had in many ways besides being pregnant.

Steelhorn was muscled to the point of having a defined physique. He was chiseled with muscles that looked strong enough to bend metal. His dick stood up proud as one could be. It was of a good size, too. It wouldn’t stack up to Rowan or some of the monsters, but Cordal wouldn’t have kicked him out of bed before the dungeon. Then again, even now Cordal wouldn’t have.

Stripped from their armors Cordal and Steelhorn were kept in the coils of the nagas. Their scales were oddly silken and soft against the skin. Long enough to keep both men’s legs bound, the nagas were able to use the tip of their tails like another limb. It slipped along Cordal’s body, caressing it lovingly. Against his back Cordal felt the two cocks slide along his spine. The trails of pre that were left behind tingled and made Cordal’s hair stand up. The mana inside the monster’s fluid had an odd effect.

Abruptly the world came crashing back in for the pair as Ludwin cast a spell onto them. Dispelling the effects of the modified poison. Cordal still felt as if his libido was on fire, though that could have just been a longing for Rowan. “Now, Steelhorn I’m sure you’re wondering what is going on.” Ludwin still wore that charming smile. Though it felt dangerous with the array of potent summons he had. A boar with glowing quills lurked behind him, while a big cat with icicles for fangs waited under the demon’s hand. “Cordal here stumbled upon quite a treasure trove. Didn’t you?”

While the question was rhetorical, Ludwin left the floor open for an answer. Growing impatient and angry, Steelhorn growled. “What do you mean!” He then turned to Cordal. “What does he mean?”

“I mean, he has found a way to produce monster eggs.” Ludwin let that hang before continuing. “All he has to do is let the monsters fuck him. Then, some time later, boom, a bunch of eggs. Or enough. I’m curious if it’ll be one egg or many. Why don’t you tell me, Cordal?”

Commander was at the back of Cordal’s mind. Neither of them had enough time to talk. Steelhorn was turning to look at Cordal, and if Cordal didn’t respond quickly, he’d lose a chance to control the narrative. “A few. It… The monsters collects the eggs I produce. I made a mistake once, and when Rowan could have killed me, one thing led to another.” The lie came easier as Cordal spoke. “At first I thought I was dead for sure, but after it let me go.”

Unable to look at the sneer or the demon’s pumping fist, Cordal looked to Steelhorn. With his helmet, Cordal couldn’t be sure of the man’s true feelings. All facial expression were hidden by the depths. His dick was still hard, and so Cordal thought maybe he didn’t seem crazy.

“Thank you Mister Steelcore for confirming what I had hoped. I’m sure you both know dungeons can grow to have a mind of their own. Well, this one isn’t quite fully formed yet. So, we can still nudge it in the right direction.”

Cordal felt some relief that Ludwin didn’t quite jump to all the right conclusions. In the back of his mind, Commander was offended. Taking a moment, Cordal comforted the dungeon. ‘Don’t let an idiot make you feel bad for fooling them.’

“That’s where you two come in.” Cordal could feel Steelhorn’s eyes on him as Ludwin pointed a hand at him. “Cordal is a perfect example of what can happen. The dungeon got a taste of him, but if we allow it to…”

“I want eighty percent of the profits!” Steelhorn folded his arms as he interrupted Ludwin’s monologue as it ramped up. “plus hazard pay.”

“What?!” Ludwin and Cordal said almost at the same time.

“You talked a lot about how rare the eggs are and how much money they can make. How long does it take to make them? Four or five months?”

It took a moment for Cordal to understand Steelhorn was asking him a question. “Uhh one month.” Both men made sounds of surprise. “But you’ll be indisposed and need lots of mana. I passed out several times because of mana exhaustion.”

“I’ll be out of it for a full month and will need to learn a whole new skill. Sounds like a lot of work!” Steelhorn stood up straight. Which in turn ground himself back against the naga. The monster responded by running his hands along Steelhorn’s body and pressing against him. Leaning in the naga licked along the man’s pale skin, leaving a pulse of purple energy behind that left Steelhorn shivering. His whole body jerked and pre spurted from his cock.

“Fine! We will talk about specifics, and it all depends on what kind of eggs you make.” Ludwin pinched a spot between his brow ridges and sighed. “I don’t know if it’s good luck or bad luck I found you both.” Standing up straighter, Ludwin nodded to the nagas. “The dungeon seems okay with not harming you, if you are willing to let these monsters ravish you. My summons will keep you safe, should it not be able to control itself.”

The fact Ludwin had the ability to bring forth these powerful summons, but hadn't before, stuck with Cordal.

Steelhorn turned to look at Cordal. “What are the odds of it turning on us.”

Ludwin seemed less than happy that his summons were not given the proper respect. “Good, as long as we don’t try to hurt the creatures, it’ll let us be. I have even been able to leave after a few times. Though I was too embarrassed to stay in the town. Once you are gestating, the monsters won’t attack you unless you approach them or attack them.” Cordal explained. While flying by the seat of his pants, Cordal knew he couldn’t paint being knocked up as a free pass to loot the dungeon.

As if a long-standing question was answered Ludwin nodded his head. He was opening his mouth to say more, but the sage seemed to grow impatient. It slammed its staff down. Which seemed signal enough for the nagas. Uncoiling their tails, Cordal and Steelhorn were hoisted in the air. A questing tail tip searched for their hole.

The bit of smugness Cordal felt at turning the tables on Ludwin was evaporating. The demon was intently focused on the process.

“Can you take us away?” Cordal thought in his mind at Commander. Who came back with a negative. It was afraid Ludwin would attack if it looked as if they were being man napped.

Coming in close, Ludwin looked up at the pair. “Interesting, it knows enough to prepare you. Cordal, has it done this…” Ludwin started before Cordal called for the man to shut up. Which gave Commander no small pleasure. The fact Ludwin was watching the whole affair unfold increased Cordal's worry.

The tail slipped inside of Cordal, its tapered tip a gentle enough growth that it was able to idly work itself in. The sage stepped forth and looked to the naga that had Steelhorn. The monster was having a harder time with the man. From inside of the robes the monster produced a vial. While no speech was traded between the monsters, some conversation was had. Taking the vial of purplish fluid the naga opened it and poured it over it’s tail tip.

Cordal wondered if commander had a hand in the event when the action was repeated with his naga. Yet he saw no telltale blue glow in the monster’s eyes. Properly prepared Cordal had only a moment before the tail plunged deep inside him. The dwarf’s eyes crossed and his whole inside seized up. Having full control over his tail, the monster used it to its full capacity. He flicked the tip back and forth, ensuring no inch of Cordal was left unplundered. The scales gave a new smooth texture that had the dwarf’s toes curling.

He would have sworn the tail could spin with how skilled the monster was in manipulating the appendage .

His insides held no resistance by the time the tail was switched out for the naga’s cock. Given a guide one of the cocks slid up and touched Cordal’s hole and slid in. The monster hissed in pleasure as it plunged inside Cordal. He turned hostile for a moment as Cordal touched its unused cock. Looking up and into the monster’s eyes, Cordal slowly stroked the member before sliding it underneath himself.

Getting the message, the monster let Cordal aim the cock to slide along its twin.

The cocks brought a tingling feeling to Cordal’s inside. It was mild at first, pleasant even. Though Cordal started to feel the effects subtly. His focus wavered and his body started to grow hot. It almost felt like he had with Ludwin’s poison, but not so debilitating.

[Lowered inhibitions 2]

The ability to lose oneself in the moment and push the future off for another day is often sought after. But it can come with great setbacks.

Effect: Your intelligence and wisdom are reduced by 30. Dexterity is reduced by 15. The effect will worsen rapidly with each new application.

Type: Curse | Duration: 4 hours

Feeling the effects, Cordal embraced them and let his whole body relax. Only to have his insides tense as his prostate was hammered.

Staring down at nothing, Cordal watched his tits bounce and his belly jiggle. It was the only reason he noticed the sage’s approach before his junk was grabbed. Opening his robes, the monster gave Cordal a glimpse at several vials and pouches. He plucked one of the ones that contained the poison the nagas used to coat their weapons. With one hand he popped the cork of the vial and poured it over Cordal’s cock and balls, cupping them so that the poison sat in a bowl created by his hand.

Ludwin was unable to control himself and got close. “Oh! This must be a part of some long-forgotten ritual.” The demon said. A low, displeased whine came from Cordal, yet Ludwin didn’t take the hint. Maddeningly he also stayed out of reach of any reprisal. Not that Cordal would have risked it with the man's summons. “I wonder what it is. Might be the reason they were so keen to have sex with defeated foes.”

Cordal closed his eyes and tried to push Ludwin’s attention out of his mind. Something made a lot harder when Cordal felt his cock soften and grow numb. The sensitivity of it all but gone. It was only felt thanks to the tug of its weight as it flopped around once released. The idea of the scholar observing his dick for minute changes sent shivers through Cordal.

The feeling of his dick had always been there at the back of Cordal’s mind. Even without being a focus. In its absence, Cordal was left feeling the rest of his body more intensely. How his curvy body bounced and clapped against itself. Reaching for his tits, Cordal cupped them and pinched the nipples between his fingers. He faintly heard Ludwin’s surprise as he felt milk rolling down his knuckles. Once it started, the flow didn’t stop even when Cordal paused. So he just kept tugging.

Biting his bottom lip, Cordal lost himself in the feeling of his body.

Cracking one eye open, he looked to Steelhorn. His naga was going slower, almost sensual compared to the rapid pace the naga's companion was able to fuck Cordal. The man’s hard cock began to soften as Cordal watched. The purple fluid that was the brood poison flung between his thighs and crotch. The sage having just visited him as well.

If the man noticed his softening cock he didn’t quite mind at all.

Reaching an arm back, Steelhorn balanced himself by grasping a spike along the naga’s shoulders. Seeing the man's trained, muscled body used in such away was erotic to Cordal. He wondered if that was how he looked while Rowan first fucked him. His helmet obscured his face but Steelhorn’s body language and actions were enough.

The hand that wasn’t balancing himself was stroking the naga’s extra cock. Reaching down between his legs to rub along it. Cordal’s breath caught and his body tightened as he watched Steelhorn try angling the cock for his hole. It stalled the naga’s fucking to have the cock tips pushed together. There was a brief moment where Steelhorn tensed, his abs flexing and biceps bulging. Then the cocks slipped in. Sinking in deeper than either man thought, Steelhorn was left halfway down the cocks. Belatedly, the naga thought to thrust up and into the muscled rear.

Unable to take the cocks fully to the hilt like Cordal Steelhorn was adamant in his attempt to take them as deep as possible. His longer arms allowed him to reach for more and use them to their full extent. Holding onto the Naga’s neck, Steelhorn spread his legs.

Cordal wasn’t the only one who had been watching Steelhorn. Slithering closer, Cordal’s naga hunched forward and sped up. Where Cordal had welcomed the monster in Steelhorn had struggled. Now Steelhorn’s stud was racing to use the knight.

Unable to see in to the visor of Steelhorn’s helmet Cordal was still sure the man was looking at him. The human seemed eager now. But, how long would that last? Would he balk when his body became as gravid as Cordal’s had. When the stretch marks or tits arrived.

In turn, Cordal was looking at a body that he would likely never have again. While he maintained all the strength and power he once had, it was unhoned. He was a blade that had been repurposed to a farm implement. His impressive strength and power would likely only ever be used to lug around and protect the eggs. That fact smacked Cordal in the face thanks to Ludwin’s presence. He doubted the man could force him to bare monster eggs for him. But the secret was out. He had no doubt if Ludwin couldn’t have him as a broodmare, others would try.

Even if he denied it all, the word of an investigator would sway many ears. His life as a broodmare was settled. He could only choose where he roosted.

At least that’s what his diminished thoughts were telling him. Cordal found himself unwilling to fight such ideas.

Thoughts were driven from his head as the naga wrapped itself around Cordal. As if it feared Cordal could run even while it held Cordal’s body, the naga used its upper body and tail to restrict Cordal. Squeezing tight, the monster gave a few furtive pumps of his groin as it came.

In the wake of the monster’s climax, Cordal felt his body grow flush. His head grew light while his body grew heavy.

Released from the bind, Cordal found himself lowered to the ground. Pressed to the cold stone, Cordal watched as Steelhorn was wrapped up in the same way he had been . Instead of being pinned to the ground, the human was passed to the capridon.

“I’m sorry, I want to see what kind of eggs are produced from the nagas.” Commander spoke into Cordal’s mind. Part of Cordal understood what Commander meant, but another part yearned to indulge in his baser urges. Seemingly understanding Cordal on a deeper level, or just listening to his thoughts, Commander brought the second naga to Cordal.

Due to their size, the minotaurs affected by the curse made oral sex all but impossible. A problem neither the sage nor the nagas had.

Thanks to the stacking debuff of [Lowered Inhibitions] neither Cordal nor Steelhorn was all that coordinated. The dwarf was of a higher level and thus had higher stats. But that didn’t mean all too much when the source of the problem was slapped against his face. A strong hand had to support his jaw to make the naga’s aim easier. Even then the second cock slid across Cordal’s face, smearing pre.

For Steelhorn the moderate size of the sage was still quite large. Helmet tilted back just enough to show his bearded face. The human had to strain his mouth to take the flare past his lips. The fact that it was spongy and pliable was the only reason it fit. Even so, Steelhorn’s cheeks bulged.

The sage’s hand gripped the neck of the human and pulled Steelhorn down on the cock. Tears came to the man’s eyes as the flare pressed to the roof of his mouth and pinned his tongue flat to the floor. Pre spurted from the monster’s cock straight for the back of his throat. Only when the cock found an obstinate refusal from Steelhorn's esophagus did the sage reverse his thrusting.

The capridon had a much easier task. His spiral-like cock pressed to the human’s taken hole and slid in quite easily. The monster locked his hands around the human’s waist and shoved forward.

The motion helped the sage start working his dick down the human’s gullet. Steelhorn's relaxed body aided the cock plunging down his throat.

Ever the overachiever, Cordal tried to fit the second cock into his maw. Only after the third failed attempt sent the cock sliding along his cheek and narrowly missed his eye Cordal did resort to just using his hand. His coordination was sloppy, leaving his fingers slipping from around the length constantly. When he lost total hold on the dick, it would slap down and across his face.

Growing less coordinated by the second, the two men’s minds began to follow their bodies. What little compunction they had before went by the wayside. Spittle ran down lips and into beards. Their contribution to the moment was guttural noises, moaning, and the occasional graceless bouncing. Only the strong grip of the monsters kept them from slumping to the ground into drunken stupors.

And that was only temporary.

Long after the men’s bodies were covered in sweat, dirt, and cum, they were left by the monsters. The aphrodisiac that Ludwin had tossed into the mists of the monsters had long since worn off. Once it had the monsters, still seemed quite keen on breeding the dwarf and human. Though even that had limits.

“That lasted far longer than I would have thought. Let me start helping you all get presentable.” Ludwin stepped around the puddle of cum to begin his work on curing the debilitating status of the two men.

“No!” Arms crossed and shoulders raised, Cordal looked up at the demon and the researchers that sat around the fire. Steelhorn leaned back, simply looking over the group. Cordal swore he saw a smile under the mask. Thankfully, Paul had jumped at the chance to head back into town after Ludwin gave him permission.

An exasperated tone came from Ludwin, and he pinched his brow. “Alright, no medical scans. At least not now. Can you at least tell us what some of your changes were?” The demon was none too happy with Cordal. But unless he wanted to risk the eggs or a fight with someone quite stronger than him, Ludwin had no choice.

Cordal refused to let them scan him because of his secretive class. The medical scan might not catch his class, but he wouldn’t take any chances. The other changes were embarrassing. But they wouldn’t be putting Commander or Cordal at risk. So he took a deep breath and nodded his head.

“I gained the fecudant curse after Rowan defeated me. This was after I'd been fighting in the dungeon for a while, and after the defeat, it changed into a skill…” Cordal explained the process it took for him to rear eggs. Rook and Carter took lots of interest in the Omni-Fecudinty’s statement about his fertility. They proposed the idea that it meant the new skill didn’t limit Cordal to monsters.

A curse came from Cordal’s mouth at the implication. He had just been thinking about fooling around with Steelhorn. The eggs had come as a happy surprise. Babies were another. That Steelhorn had the skill as well didn’t seem to matter.

Ludwin focused on Body Built For Breeding. “Do you know why the guild formed soon after the Crown Wars came to a close?” The demon asked, suddenly far more intensely than before. He pulled up a stool from around the fire and sat in front of Cordal. Causing the dwarf’s jaw to tighten at the encroachment on his personal space.

Getting a negative answer, Ludwin nodded his head. He leaned back in his chair to sit straight. Cordal sat on the floor with just his pants on. Having allowed the men to do a visual inspection of his form. The fire back-lit the demon’s face, making the edges of his spines glow as if they were red hot. “As we grow in levels, our bodies change quite a deal. To compensate for the power we gain. These changes are to such a degree that pass onto the young, allowing for access to rare or otherwise unattainable skills, abilities, or even classes.” Taking a breath, Ludwin ran his hand along his horns. “This led to many gruesome problems, not least of all forced marriages."

Seeing the confusion on Cordal’s face, Ludwin gave a small chuckle. “You are questioning how someone powerful could be forced into anything?” Ludwin inquired. “There are many ways.” Commander’s attention was palpable in Cordal’s mind. The dwarf felt his bonded companion slip behind his eyes. “One is simple resources. Even the most powerful people need others to help them, repair armour, feed them, craft new magic items when their break. The more powerful a person becomes, the more they have to rely on others. The lucky ones simply had to stick around long enough to train their children in a smidgen of their abilities. Others had to have child after child.

Cordal grimaced and thought back to his plans. He had really gotten lucky that Commander had agreed and Rowan was amenable to the idea.

“So, what are you saying?” Steelhorn asked. Using several pillows and a blanket, Steelhorn had found a better spot to lie in his tent while Ludwin talked.

“That while Cordal’s actions to hide his ledger are frustrating, I do not blame him. It will be prudent he understands he needs others as well.” Ludwin sighed and stood up. “Don’t fall asleep, either of you; I have more to show you.”

“He might be onto something. He is part of this guild; surely there can’t be harm in letting them know of your class.” Commander told Cordal. Taking a moment, Cordal voiced his disagreement, but promised Commander they’d speak on it later. Ludwin laid out good reasons Cordal shouldn’t trust so easily. But even without them, Cordal wouldn’t have.

In the fire, Ludwin hadn’t been preparing dinner. Instead, he was doing a bit of alchemy. Plumes of purple-black smoke rose from the boiling pot of poison. “While the poison the nagas use is quite effective, it is quite similar to things I’ve used before. Once the more toxic components are neutralized, it can become a sedative. Though I want it to maintain some of its qualities to suppress mana.” Ludwin had a leather case full of different vials that contained numerous alchemical reagents. From mundane things like mint to pricier minerals.

“If you’re trying to convince me I need help from the guild and I should drink the poison, I will not do it.” Cordal grumbled. Still bitter about Ludwin tricking him in the dungeon.

The demon had full intentions of catching them inside the clouds of potion he used to subdue the monsters. Cordal knew the only reason he asked Steelhorn and Cordal to try the plan was because Ludwin's summons would have been a challenge if things went south. After dispatching the monsters, Ludwin could’ve employed many mind-altering or illusion spells to conceal his actions. The demon had shown no skill for such spells or abilities, but he was a guild investigator. He had to know some unethical things.

“This isn’t to drink. It’s more similar to a salve or paint. What the sage did with the poison when he cupped your privates wasn’t just the monster being cruel. It likely remembered some part of a mating ritual.” The demon tossed a few powders into the pot and stirred it. Taking it off the heat to put it on the ground. “My current theory is that it somehow suppressed your own natural mana production and allowed for the monsters a better chance of breeding with you.”

“You should let him do it!” Commander pressured Cordal. Not being refused outright, Commander pressed on. “Because if you can, I might learn something more. Even if it’s not the exact reason, it could make delving into what’s left easier!”

The dwarf grimaced inwardly. He still didn’t trust Ludwin, and the salve wouldn’t be something he wanted to do. If it helped Commander learn more about itself or the people who created it, Cordal couldn’t deny it. “I want to see the potion recipe. I don’t trust you.”

Ludwin stopped putting his vials of reagents back in their proper places and nodded his head. “That is fair. It is not a full recipe yet. I’m still testing it based on a few other items. You’ll need this for reference.” Going to his pack, Ludwin searched through it for a moment. He pulled a pad of paper and a well-worn book from a spatial bag made to look like a backpack.

Gold lettering, worn dull, announced ‘1001 medicines and other treatments’ on the book’s cover. Papers stuck out the top and bottom of the book. Opening it up, Cordal found the extra papers were notes. Small, neat handwriting scrawled into the margins of the pages and paper. Most of it was in common, but some of it was in another language that comprised dots, squares, lines, and triangles. At Ludwin’s prompting, Cordal flipped to the page he had shown.

With the notepad, Cordal could understand some of what the man had written. Much of what Ludwin had written was streams of thought and even contradictory. Stains of potion material colored the pages, discoloring the off-white paper purple, blue, and black.

Unable to make heads or tails of what was being shown, Cordal thought of some petty revenge. The campfire was within tossing distance. Though Commander quickly urged Cordal not to do that. “Just slowly flip through the pages. I’ve gotten this one; it is as he says. The potion numbs a person’s body or a particular surface it’s rubbed on. His note refers to a page containing marital aids, something to increase fertility or virility.” Commander rambled. Giving a great sigh, Cordal flipped through the pages at the behest of the genius loci.

Lucky for the dwarf, Commander could absorb information quickly and in large quantities.

“So, what is your plan for the eggs?” Steelhorn asked. The question had been for Ludwin, but it gave Cordal pause. “You communicated with the monster, right? Did they tell you it’d let you have a few, or are we going to fight it for the eggs? Will it trust us to bring the eggs back?”

A smile came to Cordal’s face. Commander had filled Cordal in about what was ‘agreed’ up on. Playing the fool, Commander had promised not to attack should the monster be able to fulfill their base urges.

“It, not they. Dungeons are quite like hive minds; while the individual monsters will struggle to deviate from their instincts, the dungeon is growing and changing. If we slight it in the dungeon, it might think the production of eggs is a poor investment in its growth.” Ludwin explained as he bottled up his salve. “In truth, if this goes as well as it seems, I hope to work with the dungeon to form a hidden safe space for anyone who will bear the eggs to be hidden and protected.”

Commander’s attention jumped to Ludwin, and Cordal could feel its excitement. “We should tell them.”

“I understand you might feel embarrassed about what Rowan did to you, Cordal, but you discovered a very profitable dungeon.” Ludwin’s eyes fell to Cordal’s belly and then lower.

Cordal was a mix of emotions. Anger at Ludwin’s insertion into his plans, but also the assumption that he felt ashamed. He couldn’t just blurt out that he felt no shame in his body. Well, almost no shame. So instead of saying anything, Cordal just worked his jaw and looked back down at the book.

“That’s only if the dungeon lets us keep any of its eggs.” Steelhorn said with a yawn as he sat up, leaning against his mound of pillows.

“Even if not, there are still quite a few options we can go about. I have several summoned monsters that could prove profitable if they can breed as I hope,” Ludwin said as he poured the rest of his pot into three crystal bowls. “But that is a test to run for another time. For now, I would like to try applying the salve.”

Cordal suddenly felt a little worried. How might Rowan react to other monster’s eggs inside of Cordal? Even now the monster wasn’t one for nuanced discussion, such as an open relationship. He seemed fine with allowing other dungeon monsters to fuck Cordal, but that could have been the lower floor monsters. And if it was the whole dungeon, would Rowan dislike non-dungeon born monsters having turns with his prize.

“Would you mind applying this to your private parts in an even coating?” Ludwin approached with one bowl, pulling Cordal out of his thoughts. It was mostly full of the purple concoction. Cordal gave it a skeptical eye and then looked at the gathered group. Rook, the orc researcher, was very interested in his body. While Carter, a goblin, looked to Steelhorn.

Being shy wasn’t something Cordal could really do anymore. The men were keenly aware of what he had been doing. Hiding such shame would just make them want to pry more. So, he took a deep breath and just pulled down his pants and underwear. Once they were gone, he spread his legs and leaned back.

With his chest and belly in the way, Cordal couldn’t see his dick. So he had to use one hand to hold his family jewels. The other was used to scoop the salve onto his balls. For a moment he felt the stimulation of his private parts in his hands. The numbness set in. It didn’t take long before it felt as if he was holding someone else's cock.

[Numbed extremities]

The diluted version of brood poison imparted this effect. The dilution allowed the poison to be considered a medication and removed many of the drawbacks.

Effect: The medicine’s application reduces sensation in that area and its surroundings. Applying it to sexual organs reduces virility by 10%. Further use of this medication or brood poison in a short time will amplify the effects. Sensation will return over time.

Type: Medicinal | Duration: 6 hours.

Having experienced the stimulation less than a day ago, Cordal was very familiar with the feeling that came on and found flashes of pleasure rocking him. Shuddering, Cordal bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. He felt the warm milk flow from his nipples. Inwardly, he cursed.

Crouching down beside him, Rook got in close. “Would you mind if I collected some of this? It may be a potent source of mana.”

Taking a moment to think, Cordal grimaced. “Give me something to put it in and I’ll do it.” Cordal made a mental note to invest in more vials or jars. The only ones he had in his pack were the ones he had from potions he consumed or the oil he used. If the milk he produced was worth selling, storing it in unprepared or dirty vials was just asking for efforts to be wasted. Though Cordal supposed he could still try integrating the milk into the dungeon.

Only taking a moment, Rook produced what looked like a metal flask. With a writing tool, the orc wrote ‘Dwarven Milk’ on the label along with the date and time. Cordal questioned the orc’s choice and grew more confused when the orc produced a funnel and a pair of gloves.

“Is that a spatial storage?” Cordal wondered, lips pursed. He wondered whether he should have asked. “And why are you putting on gloves?”

“To your first question, yes, it is. It’s rated to store just over four liters and keep it at a safe temperature. To the second, I plan on helping you. You only have two hands and no enchanted items to help you. You’ll need one hand to direct the flow of milk and would need another to hold the bottle.” The researcher explained the logistical reasons his aid would help Cordal in milking himself. Like everything as of late, Commander had a keen interest in this.

For Cordal, he found the orc’s interest analytical enough that he didn’t fear attraction. He didn’t feel right exploring such sexual things without at least talking with Rowan.

That was still something that was needed.

After much trial and spilled milk, Cordal got rather adept at pulling on his nipples. It took just the right amount of force and technique for him to ‘shoot’ the streams of milk into the funnel. To smoothly produce the milk, he had to lean over the funnel and pull on more than just a nipple. The relief Cordal felt in milking himself was deep and carnal. It satisfied a part of him he hadn’t realized was building.

Ludwin hadn’t stayed idle while Cordal relieved himself of the milk. By the time Cordal sat back, Steelhorn was standing by the fire. The human begrudgingly let Ludwin turn and inspect his body, using the firelight. When he found a minor problem, Ludwin would reach down for a bowl of salve. Said bowl was being held by that white mouse that Ludwin had summoned in the dungeon.

[Lord’s Servant]

Lvl: 35 | Type: Summoned Demonic Monstrosity Adept at household chores, this demon’s abilities do not end there. Most manual labour jobs are within the wheelhouse of this being. His knife skills mean that combat is within his reach as well.

Status: [Infernal Summoning], [Bolstered], [Careful Hands]

The monster was the one that came from the egg Cordal had sold to Thom not too long ago. Ludwin had the ability to improve his summons’ capabilities or somehow could allow them to grow like Commander’s soul wells could.

Having inspected the summoned monster, it turned to look at Cordal. His dark, flat eyes, empty of any actual emotion. Turning his head, the monster sized Cordal up and the dwarf felt a cold shiver work up his spine as he turned to.

As Cordal watched, Ludwin seemed to grow satisfied. Broad strokes of the salve decorated Steelhorn from mid-hips to just under his chest. The marks seemed to glow with a deeper red light, like an oil slick. “It needs some work. But it is getting there.” The strokes formed a complex set of shapes that were centered on both Steelhorn’s groin and belly button. It started as a circular pattern that spiraled out into jagged points. Symbols adorned each spire. Looking Cordal saw that the spires at the groin ended with sheared tops.

Focusing Cordal focused on Steelhorn’s new markings.

[Imperfect Mark of the Brood Baron]

Most people with long lifespans often find trouble when dealing with a matter of younger generations. For the brood barons and baronesses, this problem revolves around their fertility and constant wars. A demonic house lives and dies on its ability to make deals with those above and below it in the power structure of the hells. One of their biggest bargaining chips is their people. This mark allows them to ensure their young are born stronger and capable.

Effect: +20% increased efficiency of mana fed to young and a 10% chance to become pregnant. -100% chance to make others pregnant. This mark will completely degrade in 12 hours or if washed off.

Quality: poor | Durability: 10/10 | Attunement: Instant |Mana reservation: 200 Mp + 100% per item bound to attunement location.

Eyes widening at the markings, Cordal could see why they were considered poor. Not only were both markings considered being one ‘item’, it also had a severe drawback. Wearing the mark and any other enchanted item over one’s chest or groin would be quite a big detriment. On top of it all, Cordal’s personal abilities provided better benefits than the item.

Turning, Ludwin walked to Cordal. Begrudgingly Cordal allowed Ludwin to paint on his belly. “Maybe you could try using a brush or some kind of tool.” Cordal commented as the demon used only his fingers. While Ludwin was quite dexterous, he didn’t have the best consistency with the salve. He often had to go back over the same spot to get proper coverage, and Cordal’s hairier body proved to be a bad canvas. Steelhorn wasn’t smooth by any means, but neither was he working with dwarven genetics.

“That, amongst many things, will be something I invest in. At the moment, I’m wondering if it’ll be worth it to buy land on the edge of town. The dungeon’s ability to generate eggs is a bigger find than I would have otherwise thought.” As Ludwin talked, he painted. The salve was cold as Cordal expected, though at the same time he felt a twinge of heat. “It will be far better than you sneaking in and out of town.”

Tensing Cordal looked down at Ludwin.

The demon was bent over on one knee, but kept his eyes on his work. “You know Thom was anxious about your safety when he reported you. He thought you might be under the long term effects of some monster or curse. The townspeople were less concerned and more worried.”

That gave Cordal pause. He hadn’t been speaking to anyone in town for sometime. He wondered how he would have reacted in the townsfolk's position. Likely in the same way. Commander observed the thought process with intense focus.

“What do you suggest? I can’t really go out there with a pregnant belly.” Cordal countered.

“Your armour seems to help quite a bit. But maybe I could use the land to build you and any other an estate. Once the town is more established, there are any number of ways to make travel to and from the dungeon easy.” Ludwin explained. “Portals, teleportation, a few tunnels. There are even richer households that can cage monsters. They usually do such for training, but we can see if using them for breeding is a possibility long-term.”

Cordal grimaced as Commander was enthusiastic about the idea. Wanting to jump at the offer. If they built a home close enough to the dungeon, Commander, under the guise of Cordal’s work, could make a direct path from the dungeon to the land.

“Look, I understand this isn’t your perfect plan you had. Fighting a low-powered dungeon and clearing it out. But, it’ll be good money and you’ll be helping to further some research the guild and I are interested in.” Ludwin mistook Cordal’s displeasure with the offer. “Enough that after a few more years you could make enough money to make yourself wealthy and have enough to give back to any future children. I promise to find someone who can reverse what the dungeon has…”

Cordal raised a hand to stop Ludwin. “You missed a spot.” He gestured to the man’s work, and the demon cursed. “Fine, we can talk specifics. But I want to put the house where I want it. I don’t like the sound of all the building, and if you intend to grow the town, I want to be far away from the noise.”

Getting his mark, Cordal found he felt none too differently. Heading to bed, he found sleep easier. Dreaming of Rowan, he imagined how the man might have been before the curse and the dungeon. That both worried and excited him. In the dream, Rowan wasn’t a monster. Which meant Cordal would make a family with the minotaur.

Spending the morning reading Commander the last of Ludwin’s notes, Cordal let others cook. Rook and Carter seemed to be quite proficient cooks. With the aid of summons, the researchers could find wild plants to season the food and provide a bit of green to the meal. They overstepped and tried to convince Cordal to sit idle while the camp was packed. But Cordal was having none of it.

Arriving back in town, the group found Paul nursing a terrible hangover with several workers. The guild's foreman was already scolding the workers for overindulging. With the promise of gold from selling off their dungeon loot, Paul bought everyone in the tavern drinks.

Thanks to Paul’s bragging and tossing of money, Cordal found he had become friends with a lot of the workers as well. People speaking with him at length interrupted his normal solitude over the next few days. Because of Ludwin’s words, Cordal did his best to hold conversations with the people. He even chatted with the workers in the general store. Though before long it was time to return to the dungeon.

With the promise that they were only doing scans of the dungeon’s exterior, Paul was all too happy to relax in town.

Afraid that the researchers might overstate how safe a pregnant person in the party might make a dungeon, Cordal was adamant that Ludwin keep out his summons and let Cordal go first. Sensing something of the dungeon inside, Cordal and Steelhorn was allowed to pass by. If a monster focused too much on the researchers, it only took some prodding from Cordal, and rarely the aid of Commander, to dissuade them.

Just as Cordal had promised, the monsters didn’t let the group freely loot the dungeon resources. The group had to shoo off monsters constantly, even when the group stopped to scan.

Cordal had wanted to head straight for Rowan’s room to see the boss. Though the others vetoed his attempts. Instead, Ludwin wanted to explore the caverns and lower levels.

It was around the sixth hour of just walking around when Cordal grew frustrated. “What is the plan again? We are moving at a snail’s pace and have done nothing.” Cordal protested.

“At the moment, we are just waiting. The main reason we are down here is so that the dungeon can see you and understand we haven’t run away.” Ludwin said as he walked around. He held a metal tuning rod. Along the length, energy pulsed with a soft hum. “Furthermore, Steelhorn and you will soon be incapacitated. We will be unlikely to get any reading soon, and I don’t want to be in a position where we have to fully trust the dungeon with our safety. If not this time, I would like to create several safe rooms. Likely a public one near the entrance and several small secret ones.”

Cordal didn’t trust ‘safe’ rooms. They disrupted the flow of monster paths in a dungeon and needed to be maintained. If skilled crafters didn’t guard and maintain the safe area, monsters could overrun it. He couldn’t explain why a safe room wouldn’t be needed because doing so would expose Commander.

“The plans we have for your home will take at least a year to build. Longer than the expansion to the guild outpost and general store. The construction of them and the auction house is the guild’s first priority.” Having grown used to Cordal’s stubbornness, Ludwin lobbed logic at the dwarf. “Unless you and Steelhorn submit to the overview from the guild, we won’t be able to use my power to rush the process. After I show them, I can bring in a steady stream of eggs that might change.”

Throwing his hands in the air, Cordal grumbled and let the researchers work.

Over the next few days, Ludwin and his researchers were confident they could make a fairly large safe room at the entrance. At the entrance, the group drew arcane symbols on the floor. Each man seemed to use their own language. Ludwin’s language was bold lines and shapes. While Rook’s was complex writings on the floor. The markings were only temporary and would take building materials to be made semi-permanent.

By that time, Cordal and Steelhorn were showing. As Ludwin explained, they couldn’t provide nearly as much help as before. So the pair was secreted away to a campsite all their own in the forest past the dungeon entrance. Where someone would have to be exploring to find them.

This proved to be needed thanks to Steelhorn faring just as well as Cordal had with his first clutch of eggs. Most of their time saw Cordal and Steelhorn sitting naked in the camp and meditating. This only did so much for Steelhorn, as he had no skill that improved his mana regeneration rate. It took over a week of hard work, and many mana potions provided by Rook and Carter, for Steelhorn to find an equilibrium with the eggs.

On the verge of giving birth to their eggs, Cordal and Steelhorn sat alone in their camp. The dwarf hadn’t grown as large as he had with Rowan’s constant breedings, but his belly was quite large. The change was more apparent on Steelhorn’s figure.

As the human stood to stretch, Cordal watched the man. He had grown softer all around. His pecs had become moobs, and his hips had rounded. The once flat belly with pronounced abs had become a dome. Thanks to the constant draw of mana, Steelhorn was constantly flushed and often sweaty. Ludwin’s marks on their belly had been quite helpful and gave Steelhorn some much-needed relief.

Turning to Cordal, Steelhorn lingered for a moment. He had done that several times over the past day. Just staring at Cordal. Which the dwarf supposed was fair play, as he did the same. Though this time Steelhorn didn’t turn back away. “Is my ass supposed to grow damp?” the man asked.

Cordal gave pause. “I don’t know what's ‘supposed’ to happen. "This is all new to me.” Cordal admitted. “What do you mean?”

Steelhorn grimaced as if deciding to continue or not. “Have you noticed yourself being a bit more sweaty on your backside?” Steelhorn asked. Cordal nodded. “Well, I normally try to jerk off often. But it didn’t feel as good. So I tried slipping a finger inside and it went in too easily. Then I noticed it was thicker than sweat.”

Cordal paused and leaned forward. Rolling up from a seated position, he got onto his knees. Steelhorn came closer and even walked behind Cordal. Reaching a hand behind himself, Cordal rubbed along his crack. When his fingers found his anus, he shivered and his toes curled. It had been a while since anyone had fucked him, and the fingers made his heart pound. Sinking fingers inside Cordal found no resistance and, in fact, fluid.

Steelhorn took to spreading Cordal’s ass cheeks, and the dwarf let him. Bringing his fingers out, Cordal found strands of clear fluid stretching between his fingers. “That is new!”

“And your hole, it looks plump.” Steelhorn tentatively pinched Cordal’s anus between his fingers. The rim looked raised and puffy, as if Cordal had overused it. Though it wasn’t as sore.

[Level up! Your Dungeon Cultivator Class has improved to level 15.]

Increases to ability scores: Int and Wis

[Spell gained: Suffuse]

The Genius Loci bonded to you has grown close to you. As a reward, you can infuse your own personal mana into the dungeon and entities created by it. Using this spell, you may also aid the dungeon in the creation of items and entities.

Mana cost: 200 MP initial + 10 MP per minute | Cast time: Continuous | Duration: Instant | Reagents: Dungeon-created object, surface, or entity.

Pulling from the fog of his dream, Cordal lingered on a past that could never have been. Keeping his eyes closed, he stared at the darkness behind his eyelids. Feeling Commander’s unfocused presence in the back of his mind, Cordal knew he was safe. The forest was quiet, and Steelhorn was still sleeping. His breathing came out as an amplified snore thanks to his helmet.

Experience and just a feeling of tightness told Cordal that he would soon have fully gestated the eggs. His hands moved to his swollen belly, and he thought of the notification that came with him as he awoke.

A new spell.

It was like Integrate Into Dungeon, though it didn’t use any foreign matter. He could give Commander an infusion of mana. He just needed to find out how it worked. There was only a minor instinctual feeling of pushing.

Narrowing his brows, Cordal attempted to use the spell. Only to find that the spell fizzled. He had nothing to focus on. Except he did. Hands on his belly, he ran his fingers over the hard spots made from the eggs. Taking a deep breath, he pushed forward. After a moment to focus, he found the eggs.

[Unstable Monster egg: Scaled Assassin]

This egg is still growing and thus unstable. If this egg is removed from its source of mana, it will rapidly deteriorate. Producing no monster. The monster forming inside is a variant of the Stone Carver Naga.

Quality: Uncommon| Type: Serpentine monstrosity

[Unstable Monster egg: Fanged Sage]

This egg is still growing and thus unstable. If this egg is removed from its source of mana, it will rapidly deteriorate. Producing no monster. The monster forming inside is a variant of the Fanged Sage.

Quality: Rare |Type: Serpentine monstrosity

The information about the monster’s rarity and level was missing. Though in Cordal’s mind the eggs were strong pillars of flame sitting atop a sea of lava that was his mana. Their shape stayed static for long moments before roiling. Tongues of flame momentarily separated before being pulled back into the whole.

There were nineteen pillars. Eighteen of them were a bright purple flame with a blue core. One stood out, having a darker shade of purple. That pillar was larger than any other.

Targeting the pillars with his mana Cordal found the fire blazing higher. Though his mana quickly began to deteriorate. Each egg demanding its own portion of his mana.

Before he knew it, a cold sweat broke out on his brow and an ache started in his belly. He felt the flames grow a smidge taller. Several tried to grow a darker shade, but snapped back to the brighter color. Trying to focus on one egg, Cordal found he couldn’t.

It felt as if his hand was covered in water and he was trying to touch only one grain of rice in a bucket.

Cordal’s mind registered Commander’s focused presence. “What are you doing? Are you in trouble?” It wondered. Cordal’s discomfort and surge in mana use had warned the dungeon core.

“No! A new spell. It allows me to put my mana directly into the dungeon or anything it creates.” Dropping the spell Cordal took a deep breath in and breathed out. He hadn’t even made it to fifteen minutes before he had been fully out of mana. The eggs nocturnal drain on his mana, ensuring he was never quite at full capacity.

After hearing that Commander was eager to test out the skill. It made Cordal meditate and regain his mana. After it watched intently as Cordal drained his mana into the spell. The dungeon core was adamant Cordal tried to use the spell on some items the dungeon made, but Cordal had no such items and wasn’t willing to risk the cloak.

Only able to see marginal changes in the eggs while Cordal used the spell, Commander couldn’t tell him all that much about it. Though both of them felt as if they were missing something. They assumed the color of that darker pillar marked it as the one different Fanged Sage out of the bunch. Yet couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was a stronger version of the other eggs or a rarer variant.

Coming out of his tent, Cordal found Steelhorn cooking and reading one of Thom’s books. Settling down opposite the human, Cordal prepared their breakfast.

“So, how is Rowan?” Placing a piece of scrap paper into the book as a marker, Steelhorn looked to Cordal. At Cordal’s confusion, Steelhorn elaborated. “In bed, I mean, unless you've only been with him that one time.”

“Big, but all the cursed ones are larger.” Cordal shrugged offhandedly.

“All of them?”

The question gave Cordal pause. He hadn’t really professed he slept with more than Rowan before. “Yeah. Well, after the first time I went back into the dungeon after I started showing. One thing led to another, and I allowed Rowan and a few other monsters to have their way with me.”

Cordal heard the distinct sound of the man clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he leaned back. “Were they any good? I know they have big dicks, but can they use them well?”

Snorting, Cordal nodded his head. “Oh yes, and being a boss monster, he has great stamina. Honestly, the dick can be a drawback. I was sore after the nagas, but nothing like Rowan.” Cordal rubbed his belly. He tilted his head back and thought about the big bull. He would have respawned by this time. Cordal very much wanted to get into the dungeon before new adventurers came knocking.

“I think I’d like to try visiting him next. If you think he’ll be welcoming to the idea.” Steelhorn tried to be casual.

Having learned from his earlier remark, Cordal thought before he spoke. He liked Steelhorn, but he couldn’t just give him all the information in the world. “I think he will. Since he remembers me, he doesn’t fight unless I try to fight first or try stealing anything.”

“Yeah, though it’s sad that he can’t leave his boss's room. Even with the safe room idea, we’d have to risk getting locked into the room with him.“ A wistful sigh came from Steelhorn. “Maybe they’ll have that hidden safe room available. That way we could stay in the dungeon and not risk going into town or angering the dungeon.”

Cordal chose not to correct Steelhorn about the fact that the boss monster could leave the room.

“We can ask Ludwin or one of his researchers when they come for your check-up. See if they got the second room taken care of,” Cordal patted his belly. “Because we’ll be pushing the eggs out soon.”

With the helmet, Steelhorn kept much of his emotion hidden. There was a long pause as Steelhorn looked up. “After the eggs come out, how long before we can get knocked up again?” That was one question Cordal hadn’t expected to hear.

“I don’t think there is a refractory period. In fact, if we had sex now, we would start gestating more young.” The dwarf stirred his boiling grain. Adding in a few dried meats.

“Well, what is stopping us from just letting the monsters keep going and knocking us up?” Steelhorn supposed. “It’s not as if we gain anything by waiting, and might even score points with the monsters if we are more willing. All we would need is that safe room and for Ludwin to keep us supplied.”

Pursing his lips, Cordal shook his head. “The idea is sound, but I don’t really trust Ludwin. I don’t know what he originally had planned, but he seemed happy to trick us.” Cordal pointed out, which Steelhorn nodded to. “He only pulled that on us with no big consequences because he’s part of the guild.” For Cordal, the physical might of any one person wasn’t all that much of a problem. The problem was that most of his enemies now wouldn’t be attacking him head-on. As all the dungeon runs had shown him, enemies could wear him down.

So, he had to approach this problem with tact and smarts.

Steelhorn took a moment. “I guess we could report him, but I don’t think that will turn out well for us either.” The point was one Cordal agreed with. That anyone else knew how the eggs were made presented a big problem for Cordal; even Steelhorn posed a risk. All it would take was one curious person to search too deep or follow Cordal as he went to the core.

That didn’t even count the problem that was going to arise when people actively fought in the dungeon. Unless he begged Commander to respawn Rowan earlier, it would be likely that Cordal wouldn’t be able to breed with the boss monster for sizeable gaps of time. Something that made his body ache just at the idea.

The fun with the nagas had been good, but he longed for the big bull man. A fact that made his body flush. Having realized his hole being able to produce its own kind of lubricant, Cordal was aware of the feeling of his cheeks growing damp as his hole flexed.

It took a focus on decorum and a deep breath to ignore the urge to finger himself or stroke his dick. The member was stubbornly hard still.

“I guess you’re right.” Cordal picked up the conversation from where he had let it lapse. “But we can’t just let him have free rein of our bodies.” He thought up a plan.

At that moment Cordal wanted to see the human’s face more than he had before. All he saw in response to his statement was the smooth, emotionless surface of his titular helm. What secrets could there be in the depths of that helm? Asking any adventurer their life story was a bad idea, but Cordal sorely tempted himself to ask.

But he let the urge pass.

The next few days passed with the pair’s biggest problems being the bordem. The needs for sustenance and comfort were met. Every morning the researchers brought them rations and checked them over. They had worked Cordal down enough that he allowed a physical touch inspection of his body and relayed any information they asked of him.

It was during one of these check-ups that Rook and Carter could tell that Steelhorn was going to be going into labour soon enough. Thankfully, as they made preparations for departure, they could explain to Cordal just what they saw. Thanks to their scans, they could track the eggs’ consumption of mana. It had become barely a trickle and showed signs of completely stopping. Cordal grimaced, remembering his body’s violent reaction to the eggs after gestation.

With time, Steelhorn could better contain and control the eggs.

The preparations turned out to be an enormous monster that resembled a hybrid between a donkey and a cow. Its body stocky, but heads long like a horse. Rook attached to the animal. A few boxes camouflaged the soft linen mat that lined the cart. They would take the pregnant man into the dungeon in a cart, rather than tempting fate and allowing him to be seen.

Cordal recognized they were treating him like supplies. But he had talked with Commander. Craftsmen were already in and out of the dungeon with guards watching over them. Neither he nor Steelhorn was in a shape to slink around watching guards or gossiping with people. If Cordal didn’t rely on this, he’d have to rely on Commander, which put the dungeon at risk.

So, covered only in loose linen clothes, Cordal and Steelhorn slipped inside the cart. They shoved boxes in front of the gate, securing them all around. Then, they tossed a thick tarp over themselves, which plunged the pair into darkness to hide them.

With Commander watching, Cordal wasn’t too worried. Conversely, Steelhorn was self-absorbed. Laying on his side next to the man, Cordal scooted in close, pressing his belly to the human’s. Their rotund guts warmed as they pressed to one another. “It’ll be okay.” Cordal urged the human as they moved.

The jostling of the animals tried to be gentle, but Cordal felt every rock and tree root that rolled over.

Steelhorn placed a hand on Cordal’s hip and shoulder and squeezed. He exhaled at the same time. He inhaled as if he were going to say something and then let out a low laugh. “This part sucks.” He grumbled. “I hope we’ll get to keep some eggs to sell.”

“Maybe we will, just got to hope Ludwin worked out a great deal,” Cordal said. The idea of simply having Commander take all the eggs was one the pair had toyed with. A petty thrill made the idea very pleasing to Cordal, but they both agreed to bait the lead. As much as Cordal disliked it, the eggs attracted a lot of attention from people. They in turn would be the challenge that would help Commander to grow stronger.

Cordal also suspected that part of his class grew with the aid he gave Commander. That was the problem with some non-martial classes. Their growth wasn’t always linear. A warrior could fight stronger foes and train. A wizard could train just as hard, but their real growth would come in finding deeper knowledge and learning to use it. Cordal wouldn’t know the best route to grow his dungeon cultivator class unless he tested it.

As much as he wished it relied on him having sex with various monsters, Cordal doubted that was the choice.

Coming close to the dungeon, the pair grew silent. They heard men working before their conversations filtered in. Commander thankfully gave Cordal information on what was happening. For Steelhorn, he could do nothing but offer the comfort of physical touch. Body against sweaty body.

Guards pushed the monsters in the caverns back to the edges of their hunting grounds. Taking no chances, the guards on duty kept a wide perimeter around the working men. Some workers might have been able to take a hit or two, but their artisan classes meant they were weaker offensively than even the magic casters.

The safe room area had improved a lot since Cordal first saw it. Thick steel plates that ran along walls and the floor instead replaced the painted spell work. A standardized form of spellwork was stamped into the metal. Each plate bore the scrawling text, and they could remove and replace it once it failed.

The result of the spell work was a deterrent to any monster. Just approaching it would be painful, and trying to pass by would be impossible. Even teleportation failed. The wards also kept Commander from summoning any monster into the safe room. Only a monster akin to Rowan or the new boss on the upper floors could hope to overpower the wards in the current state.

Ludwin joined the cart at that point. He had several of his larger summons with him. They maintained the summons for simple appearances because once past the guards, the demon ceased wasting mana and allowed the summons to vanish. They faded into sparks of red mana.

The trio of investigators had started on a second safe area in the dungeon. This time it was a little way into the twisting hallways of the lower floor. They took over a T intersection of three hallways. Having only the basic warding runes, the monsters were already gathering at the edges, causing the runes to flare with light when any came close. Something that happened as soon as they stopped the cart.

Warning Steelhorn, they were going to be disturbed soon. Cordal got as decent as he could. Steelhorn navigated the complexities of his stomach and shirt when someone pulled back the tarp.

“Gentlemen. I’m glad you both are well. If you will allow us to help you, I have a room prepared and a few items that may help the births to be easier.” Ludwin stood on the cart’s gate, one foot on it as if it were a ramp.

Very aware of how vulnerable he would be if Commander wasn’t in his corner, Cordal sat up and narrowed his eyes at Ludwin. “What kind of help?” He asked. He insisted on getting up by himself, even though someone offered him a hand. Only stopping once he saw he was making it more difficult for Steelhorn to rise. Steelhorn took the hands of Rook to get to his feet.

Ludwin smirked, finding Cordal’s insistence on being difficult amusing. “Pain suppressants and other aid the brood barons of my world use. Would you care to see them?”

“I would. I need to stay sharp after the eggs are out of me.” Cordal purposefully didn’t comment on what he needed to be on the lookout for. Letting everyone assume it was the monster.

The demon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, Mister Steelcore, we won’t let the monsters force themselves back on you. I already have ideas of how we can make the endeavour you and Ludwin have arranged to be safer.” Carter cut in as he moved boxes out of the way for Rook and Steelhorn.

Furrowing his brow, Cordal wondered if Carter knew how Ludwin had tricked him and Steelhorn. It made sense. Ludwin couldn’t expose all his underhanded tactics. Even if the guild approved of what was happening, they wouldn’t want people to know two of its adventurers hadn’t been exactly willing. If people thought something might drag them into the dungeon’s depths to serve as a broodmare, very few would come. For some, that would be a far better deterrent than the threat of death.

On the flip side, Ludwin hadn’t shown himself to be as bad as he could have been. Though Cordal wasn’t nearly as generous as to count that as something in Ludwin’s favor.

“Thank you Carter, I would still like to inspect anything you plan on using on me.” Like the changes to the poison Ludwin made, Cordal knew he wouldn’t get the full grasp of any alchemical mixture. Yet, he didn’t want to get into the habit of being permissible to whatever Ludwin wanted.

“Of course!” Carter Setteled Cordal down on the edge of the cart. Then he placed his bag down and rooted through it. Leaning on a nearby box for support, Cordal noticed it was light, to the point that he expected them to be empty. Before he could inspect, Carter was pulling items out.

[Insensate Potion]

Dim one’s perception to reduce the strain on one’s body.

Effect: Reduce the effectiveness of Wisdom and Dexterity by 90% and make the target immune to any mind-altering effects. The potion will prevent the target from feeling almost any pain.

Quality: Common | Type: Medication | Duration: 1 hour

[Enchanted Oil Paint]

Mana enchants this paint, which allows numerous magical rituals to use it.

Effect: After someone paints spell work with this item, the symbols serve as reference points for numerous skills.

Quality: Rare | Duration: 8 hours

[Wind Down Willow Pills]

Made from the bark of the Wind Down Willow, this medication is often given to those with overworked muscles and a taxed body. Elven cooks often use it to regulate several conditions.

Effect: Reduce the effectiveness of strength by 30%. While increasing the rate of health regeneration by 5% of constitution per second. Quality: Common | Type: Medication | Duration: 4 hours

Narrowing his eyes, Cordal looked at the equipment that Carter presented to them. He found a lot of mundane items that Carter pulled out of his bag: sleeping pads, a basket, and blankets. Lots of blankets. There were also things Cordal couldn’t parse, such as herbs and plants in jars. Carter claimed they all had different uses in healing magic, but the exact information went over his head.

Those three items stood out as the most important, though. The potion was something that Cordal wouldn’t allow himself to take and would try to convince Steelhorn to do the same. The pills were something he had taken in the past, just in a higher concentration.

A pained sound from Steelhorn caused Cordal to pause his inspection of the items. Rook and Ludwin gathered around the man. Rook was rubbing along Ludwin’s back, offering soothing sounds while Ludiwn looked down the path they had been heading. There, a twisted servant waited. “Take your time, but we aren’t too far away from the area we prepared as the birthing chamber.”

“Should I remove the monsters in their path?” Commander asked.

Thinking for a moment, Cordal shook his head. While he approached the group. His attention turned from Commander to Ludwin. “Were you afraid someone would stumble upon the chamber? If you put it too close to the safe room?” Cordal wondered. At a good height for it, Steelhorn put a hand on Cordal’s shoulder.

“Yes,” the demon lingered on the word. “Why are you so casual? Do you not feel the discomfort?

In truth, the feeling was uncomfortable. He could feel the eggs wanting to descend. But he didn’t feel nearly as full as he could have. “You get used to it.” He explained as he let Steelhorn use him as a crutch. “Did you get your paintbrushes?”

Ludwin said nothing for a moment before grunting in the affirmative. “I have perfected the mark. Therefore, the drawbacks ought to be lessened, and the benefits magnified.” He explained.

Sniffing Cordal looked to Steelhorn, whose eyes were all focused on marching forward. “The marks you place on us are only useful if we are pregnant or intend to be pregnant.” Cordal pointed out the obvious and let the accusation go unsaid.

“We shouldn’t deny the dungeon if it offers. If we deny the dungeon, it may be displeased with us.” Ludwin said smoothly, as if he had prepared that answer beforehand. Even so, his attention went to Rook and Carter, obviously wanting to keep them in the dark to some degree. His smile became strained.

The dwarf was sure it would have felt satisfying to flip things back on Ludwin and expose him to his companions. But, he wasn’t here for petty revenge. “True.” He said, watching Ludwin relax. “Would you put your body on the line then? If that was an offer?”

The sigil in the middle of the demon’s head blazed with red energy, and his brow twitched. “It would be unwise if we intend to keep this secret and the dungeon under control. If word of how the eggs are made get out before we can get an understanding with the dungeon, things could become dangerous.”

At the demon’s word, Cordal could feel Commander grow displeased. “We won’t come out on top if we try to trick the dungeon, but what about once everything settled? Are you expecting us to bare all the trouble of making the eggs.”

Exasperated, the demon ran his hands over his horns. “What do you suppose I do?” The demon directed them to make a turn, and the group ended up in a larger room that seemed to have been created after the idea of an armory. The shelves were almost bare and many of the racks were destroyed. “My monsters are ill-suited to be mares and would only be good as sires. I’m giving everything I’m able to right now.

Cordal hadn’t thought about summoned monsters being used to mate with him. An icy shiver went down his back. Ludwin didn’t need the dungeon to do his dirty work, possibly. Which raised the question why he wanted it to.

“Well, like I said earlier, you could,” Cordal pressed.

Ludwin breathed out a breath and sighed. “Look, I know you don’t like me, and I understand. If it will get you to trust me, I will join you and Steelhorn.” That took Cordal by surprise. “But only after I have established the town more and prepared properly. Crucial tasks require my full mana pool, so I can’t afford to have it sapped.”

Cordal blew out a breath. Because that at least made sense. Cordal and Steelhorn rarely used mana. Even Cordal spells used a small amount of it, far less than the eggs. The same wouldn’t be true if he were a high-level caster or a summoner who reserved parts of their mana.

“Fine,” Cordal said sullenly and would have let the conversation drop. Instead, Ludwin put a hand on his back as Steelhorn and the researchers walked to the far corner where they had cleared debris and laid out bedding.

Cordal looked at the hand on his shoulder and thought about doing harm to it. “I know you don’t like me and you are right to. I forced those monsters on you. For that, I am sorry and will make it up to you. But this dungeon holds far more secrets than you know. The eggs are only part of the knowledge we can learn from it.”

When they brought up history, Commander grew distant. Cordal kept himself from feeling satisfied with the fact that Commander might be more hesitant to suggest telling Ludwin everything.

Wanting to know more, Cordal opened his mouth to ask when there was a scream of pain and a curse. “Turn him onto his front!” Cordal demanded as he ran over to Steelhorn. The eggs wouldn’t be able to escape if his ass was on the floor. “Steelhorn, spread your legs and stay on your knees.”

Reminded blatantly of what he would need to endure in a moment, Cordal found his stomach tensing and twisting as he approached Steelhorn. Once Cordal finished on his knees beside the human, he knew he wouldn’t be getting back up for a little while. Yet he still helped the man undress. “Try to not take any of the potion, okay?” Cordal warned, his voice strained as he went for his stomach. His hand rubbed against the sudden pain, trying to soothe it.

Steelhorn didn’t respond, and Cordal wasn’t sure if the man had heard him. But he stayed by the human’s side. Fumbling with his own pants and shirt, Cordal found Rook and Carter there to help him remove the clothing.

After that Cordal shoo’d the two men away. Refusing anything but the most basic aid in favor of having their focus on Steelhorn. He had been through birthing the eggs enough that he could push through the pain. The Wind Down pills helped take the edge off the pain, and the slick fluid his ass had produced seemed to help tremendously.

The eggs turned out to be smaller than Cordal expected. When Cordal and Steelhorn pushed out the first eggs, they found them dropping into padded wicker baskets for collection.

Being distracted by producing the eggs, Cordal hadn’t noticed the commotion at the entrance to the armory until Commander prodded at him. Having turned away from the door, Cordal strained himself to look over his shoulders as he continued to push the eggs out. Ludwin stood at the door with several of his more intimidating summons. Several twisted servants stood outside the door with a great shadow cast over them.

Ludwin was putting on a very stern display, but if Commander had meant them any harm, he would hardly be a deterrent.

Looking around the room, Cordal hoped to find his pack, but it was back with the cart. He had foolishly left it there, feeling too safe in Commander’s dungeon. But luckily, they were in an armory, and so he had what he needed.

Knowing he should have stayed down, Cordal grabbed what had once been an axe and levered himself up. He was up to a squat by the time Rook and Carter thought to stop him. By then he was already moving with lumbering steps. He tried and failed to stop the eggs from descending. Each movement made the contractions worse.

Hearing Rook and Carter urge him to stop, Ludwin turned and glanced over his shoulder. He did a double take and paused. Half crouching Cordal squat walked his way to the door with a rusty axe in hand. His pointed comment about Ludwin’s ability to keep them safe stalled in his throat in favor of a grunt. An egg pushing from him. Rook rushed to catch it and return with a basket.

Ludwin said nothing, and Cordal tried his best to put on a face of stubborn anger. The soulless eyes of the monster stared at the force Cordal and Ludwin’s summons made with disinterest. Only falling to watch an egg once it left Cordal’s body.

“You are bullheaded and stupid for trying this. I have it handled.” Ludwin grumbled. Agreeing with Commander’s words in the dwarf’s mind.

“Fuck… You… I'd rather be on my feet.” Cordal gritted his teeth as he forced the words out. He intended to add more, but he had to grab the wall and push. The last eggs proved to be less generous in their movement than the first half.

“They want the eggs and likely intend to take them away afterwards. I hope to follow them and keep us safe.”

A mad thought came to Cordal at that point. “Well then, I know where they are going.” Ludwin turned to him, and Cordal tensed in pain. “Boss chamber, like…” he hung his head as his whole body shook. “Last time. Trade me for eggs?” It wasn’t the plan Cordal had, but it would work.

A serious look narrowed in Ludwin’s eyes, and he traced along Cordal’s body. “If you trust this monster’s ‘affection’, sure. But you go in first.”

The worry Carter and Rook had for Cordal once they heard the plan was a bit jarring for Cordal. With them being like Ludwin analytically, Cordal expected them to share more traits with their boss. But they had some care for the pair. It made him wonder if Paul had some redeeming qualities.

Cordal wasn’t that far gone to think introducing Paul to this was a good idea.

Gathering all the eggs, the trio of researchers presented half of them to the group of monsters. When none moved to take it Ludwin began a game of bargaining with Commander. Moving eggs around, Ludwin tried to keep as many of the eggs as possible, putting great emphasis on the rarer eggs. Of the thirty-one eggs that were birthed the party managed to keep only a few. Three more common eggs. With one Fanged Sage making the fourth.

After that, Commander, in control of the monsters, took the basket of eggs away. The number of eggs was more than Cordal could make on his own. A fact that was further shown since Cordal was sure neither of them was at full capacity.

Once the monsters were far enough away, Cordal felt confident in ‘sneaking’ past them to the safe area where his bag was. Grabbing it, he kept up appearances and got dressed in his armor. Ludwin left Steelhorn and his team a pair of summons, two enormous wolves, and took the rest with him. Having summons of their own, Rook and Carter’s protests weren’t just about their own safety. They too thought this was foolish.

If Cordal were in their position, he would have thought so too. So, he made a note to better prepare next time. Commander was none too happy with this stunt either. But didn’t object too hard.

“They aren’t being aggressive.” Ludwin grumbled as he noticed the shapes and shadows of monsters as Cordal directed him through the tunnels. It was improbable that even in his best shape he could have avoided them all. Now, having just finished birthing eggs, he felt winded, sore, and had a pounding headache. He wanted to pass out.

“Yeah.” Cordal said while clenching his fist. As he approached the boss chamber, he recalled his desire for Rowan. Ludwin was unlikely to give them any privacy and could be the reason for any strife, a fact Cordal loathed.

Making it to the boss room, Cordal took the steps quickly and didn’t slow when he hit the doors. Only when he was halfway in did he glance back and notice that Ludwin was slowly coming down the steps. Distrusting of how things would go.

“Maybe we should shut the door on him.” Cordal mumbled the words to Commander.

The monsters had indeed entered the room, and the basket of eggs was at Rowan’s feet. He and his vanguard minions were looking them over. Though he paused when he saw Cordal enter. A smile played across his face as he spied the dwarf. Though it grew strained as he looked past him to the demon.

“You’ve been a busy little mare. So eager to have more already when these haven’t yet cooled?” Rowan said as he stood and crossed to meet Cordal.

“Yes! But dungeon, we want a trade.” Cordal explained. “A bigger cut of the eggs for more access to make them.”

Lowering his axe to the ground Rowan looked to the door where Ludwin had paused. Thankfully commander relayed where the demon was so Cordal didn’t have to turn around. Crouching Rowan spoke in a lower voice as he cupped Cordal’s chin. “You play a dangerous game, allowing the sages concoctions and magics to alter your body. And, trusting demons like the lord.”

Cordal’s brows bunched up. He would have to research the demons and the lord after this. “I don’t trust him, and I know. I’m just sorry it happened suddenly and I…” Cordal’s words began to unravel and become rambling. Only cut off when Rowan gave a dark chuckle.

“Mmm, don’t fret, my little mare. I don’t mind you being taken by…” It was Rowan’s turn to pause and think hard. The monster searched for a word or idea that he could only see the shape of. “brothers. All the young are family in the clan’s eyes.” Rowan’s hand fell to de-armor Cordal. The loose straps and enchanted armour aided him. “Though I do hope, they enjoyed your time with them, because if I have my way, you won’t be with them for sometime.”

That pleasure lasted for all of a moment. Ludwin made his way into the boss chamber, growing more confident with each step. Rowan stood to meet him, though he did not leave Cordal alone.Having disrobed Cordal, Rowan shoved fingers into Cordal’s tender hole and Rowan used one hand to lift the dwarf. Straining at first, he balanced Cordal against his body.

Protest came to Cordal’s mouth before melting away as Rowan caressed his prostate and tender walls. Rowan’s other hand landed on his weapon.

“Hmmm, are you ready to discuss terms with the eggs?” Ludwin said, standing slightly in front of his summoned monsters.

“The dungeon was being generous in letting you keep the eggs you did. How about this?” Rowan’s tone was hostile. “We, me and the dungeon, let you keep one egg from every clutch this mare and any other produce?”

Unsure if Rowan was going at this on his own or was speaking with Commander Cordal, tried to reach out to the dungeon. He strained to form thoughts, finding his mouth wanting to work. “Make him stop.” belatedly Cordal added, “Teasing.” It would be hard to focus in his current state before Rowan worked him over.

Silence greeted Cordal’s words for a moment. “Trust me.” Commander’s words urged.

Ludwin seemed unfazed by the monster's displeasure. “That seems quite low for a reward for the ‘mares’ giving you a service. I’m sure Cordal here deserves a better payment for his work, don’t you think, Cordal?” Ludwin paused.

Belatedly Cordal realized Ludwin was seeking his aid in the argument. That he would play on both sides of the argument didn’t cross his mind, yet it was obvious. Though the time it took him to realize that left Ludwin grimacing.

“Speak plainly. I will not let your fancy arguments trick me again.” Rowan said. He let go of his axe and adjusted Cordal. Using one forearm, Rowan pinned the dwarf to his chest. The other spread fingers out in Cordal’s ass. Pleasure was a slow undercurrent to the discomfort of the stretch that left Cordal’s thighs tensing and back arching. A whimper came from the dwarf.

Dark pleasure pulled a laugh from Rowan as both Ludwin and Cordal were stunned by the display. The demon took a moment to cough and straighten his collar. “Okay. The guild and I want a consistent output of these eggs. Pilfering them from the dungeon after combat is dangerous and inconsistent. So, can you offer us safe route into the dungeon?”

Having been in Cordal’s mind and listening to everything he could, Commander knew what Ludwin suggested. “I can make a private route into the dungeon, but it must stay hidden. I will not risk the egg's safety.” Rowan paused as if only then remembering Cordal. “Or certain mares’ safety.”

“It will take time, but it can be done. I can also help boost the fertility of any mare. Cordal showed he could produce more, likely because of his level and previous…” Ludwin was rolling up to capitalize on Rowan’s agreement. Only to stumble when Cordal yelped as a third large finger was shoved in.

“Speak Plainly.” Rowan reminded Ludwin. “Or I maybe distracted by more pleasant matters.” Looking between his knees Cordal could see the demon eyes dart down. Cordal slapped a hand against Rowan’s forearm causing the monster to laugh. “Patience mare. Unless you want me to put you in your place in front of the demon.”

“That will be all right. I can aid any willing ‘mare’ in the production of eggs, boosting both our gains. So how about this secret passage and my choice of one out of every dozen eggs? Along with the promise of safety for all my men in our research of the history of this dungeon.”

Cordal could hear the difference in Commander’s and Rowan's voices as the dungeon took temporary control. “What is your interest in the history of this dungeon?”

If Ludwin had noticed, he didn’t let on. “I have personal reasons. I believe that Lord Amberland was a warlock and chained many demons as part of his spell. Should any still exist, I want them safely returned to my realm.”

It was Rowan’s turn to be unsure of how to continue. Though the boss monster quickly tensed as Ludwin reached for his bag.

Turning the bag around and placing it on the ground, Ludwin presented a familiar egg. It was that of the Lord’s Servant. With a display of his magic, Ludwin summoned the monster within. Allowing it to climb onto his shoulders. The white rat crouched on Ludwin’s shoulder. Noticeably, it was without the knives Cordal saw earlier.

Commander tried to retreat and pull away from the situation. Cordal grasped the being’s mind. “Don’t!” He urged, causing Rowan and Ludwin to tense. This was the history commander shied away from.

“I understand your anger. From the histories, Lord Gerald Amberland wasn’t a good man. The information the dungeon provides reinforces that. Normally, we at the Adventuring Guild would wait for the adventurers to stumble across whatever knowledge or item that allowed the lord to do what he did. But that risks the info falling into the wrong hands.” Ludwin explained.

Rowan snorted and removed his hand from Cordal's ass. He placed it on the pommel of his axe. “And your hands are the safe ones?” Rowan’s words were a thinly veiled threat. It was further driven home by the vanguards stepping down.

“Hells no, I would likely be murdered the moment anyone caught wind I had that.” Ludwin’s humorless laugh threw everyone off. “If I could assure that no one would find such information, I’d bargain for that. But that would only push the problem off to later. If I’m correct, the information will arise, and I’ll be here to control its spread. If I’m wrong, I’m overseeing a hobby of mine.”

Reaching out to Commander Cordal found the genius loci silent. Considering. The dwarf couldn’t understand what the dungeon was going through. It was learning more about itself and none of it was great. At that moment, Cordal had a promise crystallize in his mind. He would do something nice for the dungeon; he wasn’t sure what it was yet. But he would.

Rowan took a deep breath and blew it out of his nose. His shoulders rose and fell. “Fine! But be warned. If the dungeon senses any trickery, I won’t hesitate to stop you. Now,” the boss monster hefted his axe and handed it to the approaching vanguard. “Why don’t you show me what you can do to improve my mare’s ability to carry my young.”

Made of fine wood and ranging from delicate sticks to chunky rods, Ludwin’s brush collection was quite ornate. Using what looked like an inkwell, the demon dipped his paintbrushes into dark purplish ink. Everyone, monster and person alike, crowded around Ludwin and Cordal as the demon painted. Having gone back for his supplies, the rest of the group insisted they join. With nothing else to occupy their time, the monsters found interest in the act. Much to Cordal and Ludwin’s chagrin.

Propped up on a stool, Cordal stayed still while Ludwin painted. With the paintbrush, paints, and practice, Cordal could already feel a difference in the mark. The magic within the paint felt similar to Cordal’s own mana. Rather than lava, it was a smoldering heat that seeped into him. His body grabbed hold of the magic that was offered and let it settle in Cordal’s belly, tightening the skin.

The general shape was the same, with a circular motion and jagged points. Though the line work was far more delicate and led to something at the center. Over Cordal’s belly button, Ludwin painted what looked like a stylized tree. When Cordal asked Ludwin to explain, it was a river called The Baron that cascaded through his lands. It was something between a god and a spirit of the land.

[Mark of the Natural Brood Baron]

To separate one’s body from the land it walks is a fool’s errand. We are neither above nor greater than the land we call home.

Effect: +100% increased efficiency of mana fed to young and 50% increased chance to create young when you become pregnant. -100% chance to make others pregnant. This mark will completely degrade in 5 days or if washed off.

Quality: Common | Durability: 200/200 | Attunement: Instant |Mana reservation: 400 Mp + 100% per item bound to attunement location.

Cordal hadn’t been happy to get the mark, but seeing the mana reserved by the magical item, he was frowning. He wouldn’t be able to wear his armor over the marking, barely his cloak.

“Not bad work.” Rowan made a rumbling noise that sent a shock up Cordal's spine and made his insides go watery. “With this you’ll be full of my young in no time. I’ll show those nagas how to breed a mare.” Having crouched behind Cordal Rowan was right behind the dwarf as he spoke. He felt ‘something’ press against his lower back.

“Are you sure this is safe for him, sir?” Rook pushed.

Breathing a sigh and shooing others away, Ludwin stood. “No, but like everything, he is stubborn. He says he is alright, and it is his body. If anything, it will give us research on his refractory period and quality of eggs.” Ludwin corked his inkwell and put it back inside his bag before stepping back. He slipped away, but several twisted servants took his spot to stare at Steelhorn.

Sitting there, looking at so many faces staring at him, Cordal was coming to terms with the fact he wouldn’t have any privacy. Commander had been tolerable. By extension, so was the monsters, at least Cordal thought as much. Now that more monsters besides Rowan could remember, the dwarf was hesitant. On top of that, the rest of his party, Cordal felt displeased.

Yet, he couldn’t back down or shoo them away without suspicion. Ludwin and the monsters brokered the deal with the idea that Rowan would fuck Cordal. While it wasn’t explicit, Rowan and Cordal’s actions had made it obvious what would happen after the agreement. To go back on it all, especially after the marking, would be frustratingly hard.

“Alright, let’s give him some room and grab his bedding. It has to be more comfortable than the stool. Also, be careful; we are guests here. No fighting.” Ludwin put his hands out and motioned for everyone to move back. Rook and Carter followed suit.

Steelhorn tried, but he found a monster on either side. One twisted servant appeared to be something approaching a fox, and the other resembled a badger. Their hands found their way onto Steelhorn’s body. A casual shooing of Steelhorn’s hand failed to deter them.

Leaning forward, Rowan grasped Cordal’s chest and squeezed. Working his nipples. “Don’t be shy, my mare, it’s not as if you have anything shameful to hide. Your body was meant for this.” Rowan’s voice was a dark temptation on Cordal’s neck. Part of the dwarf was angry at the whole situation. He wanted the monster to be miserly, to want Cordal’s body so maddeningly deep.

The monster was demanding and possessive. Though instead of hiding him away like riches, he was parading him around. Cordal was a bounty to be harvested and shared. An idea that filled Cordal with anxious energy.

He’d either cum early from all the teasing or utterly hate it.

Taking advantage of the time it took someone to get Cordal’s pack, Rowan began playing with Cordal’s ass once more. “Here’s a good example. The effects of the sage’s meddling should be all out of your system. Yet, your hole is still slick from it.” Without the aid of the oil they so often used, Rowan’s finger slipped inside Cordal. Hooking his finger, Rowan rubbed his knuckles against Cordal’s prostate while curling the digits back. As if on a string, Cordal’s hips rolled back, and he gripped the edge of the seat.

Bare feet pressing into the cold stone floor, Cordal thought about protesting. Biting his lip, Cordal silenced himself from any rash choices and raised his hips. He couldn’t raise his eyes from the surrounding ground, fearing the expression others would have.

Several muttered comments rose from the group as Rowan lifted his kilt to remove it. Then the flared head touched Cordal’s ass. The party stepped in to watch the show; they filled the space Rowan had earlier cleared. A half-said curse slipped from Cordal’s lips before Rowan stole all sense from the dwarf.

The fat head of his cock was a warm welcome as it slipped inside Cordal. All the man’s tiredness slipped away for the moment. His body yearned for the minotaur in a way that sat at the dwarf’s core. Unable to stop himself, Cordal’s eyes and head rolled up. Rook clutched Cordal’s pack to his chest and wore a worried expression. Carter was pensive and Ludwin was thoughtful. Behind Steelhorn's helmet, Cordal could see nothing.

The small amount of shame he felt about his audience fled just as quickly as thoughts did as Rowan shoved in.

It had been just over a month since Cordal felt the bull inside of him. But he endured that before when pregnant with eggs. What he hadn’t gone without was Rowan’s touch and demands. “That’s it. Open up for me.” The words made Cordal’s knee buckle, and only the cock in his ass kept him upright. “Just like that, yeah.”

Rowan talked to Cordal, telling him just how much he loved Cordal’s body and how he felt. “I can tell you missed me, mare, you’ve never squeezed me this tight.” Rough hands ran along Cordal’s hips, over his belly, and up to his tits. Rowan’s deep squat allowed him to swing his hips back and forth. His stance put his feet past Cordal’s. “Or maybe it’s the audience.”

The reminder of them made Cordal tense and whine. Bringing a dark groan from Rowan. Thrusting forward hard, Rowan met Cordal’s ass with a loud smack and nearly tipped the dwarf over. “Do you like showing people you’re my mare?” Rowan’s hand rose to Cordal’s shoulders and then neck. The powerful hands cradled Cordal’s jaw and tilted it up so he couldn’t avoid the gaze of the men or leering look of monsters. “I enjoy showing them my mare.”

Reaching a peak, Cordal tried to shy away and hide himself. Yet Rowan held him up and exposed his body. The dwarf’s bulging belly hid his half-hard cock, but not what happened next.

Making a sound somewhere between a whine and a sneeze. Cordal’s body jerked and tensed. He came as quickly as he feared and blessedly his eyes went unfocused. The stool toppled from his hands, and Cordal was only vaguely aware of the gasps from several people in his party.

“Don’t worry, he gets like this.” Rowan promised the group and hefted Cordal up. Putting an arm behind each of the dwarf’s knees, Rowan held Cordal in a submission hold that exposed everything to those watching. To keep the thrusting smooth, Rowan bent himself down in time to meet his hips. Pulling Cordal down as he thrust up.

Losing his mare to a world of pleasure, Rowan gave a dark chuckle and focused on thrusting. Each time the lovers' body met, there was a loud impact of sound that grew wetter with each impact.

The bull’s skill at keeping pace kept Cordal from coming back to himself for long minutes. Only when Rowan reached his own peak and held Cordal down on his twitching cock did the dwarf have enough sense to focus on the world around him.

Rook, Carter, and Ludwin were dangerously close while they took notes. “Seems like they enjoy the show too, mare.” Rowan laughed. Cordal’s face was fire-hot as hands touched his belly. They marveled at the twitch of Rowan’s cock in Cordal’s belly and how the belly grew taut with cum.

“Do you think increasing a monster’s load size would improve the amount of eggs that are birthed?” Ludwin mumbled, “There was some variance between the monsters that took Cordal and Steelhorn.”

“Could be compatibility issues or level discrepancies.” Rook proposed.

“Alright, you all back up. I’m not quite done with this mare yet.” Rowan said, and the men did back up.

For better or worse, Cordal was far more lucid this time as Rowan fucked him. Enough that he noticed where Steelhorn had moved off to. The man sat on a bed much like Cordal’s.

The human was ‘entertaining’ the twisted servants. Sitting on his rear, Steelhorn had the fox-like and badger-like monsters on either side once more. Their mouths having found way to his nipples and their hands rubbed along his belly. Rubbing in an almost soothing manner.

“We shall see if quantity or quality plays a factor.” Ludwin said as he backed up and moved to check in on Steelhorn.

Having learned a lot about a person’s body from Rowan, the pair of monsters worked over Steelhorn. Each little tweak of his nipples and soothing rub of his belly caused the human’s reticence to be worn down. By the time Ludwin sat down beside Steelhorn and brought out the paint supplies, Steelhorn needed no further coaxing to agree.

Yet, the monsters did not stop.

Moving their mouths higher, the monster slipped behind Steelhorn. Their hands lifting and holding his moobs while playing with his nipples. Transitioning to his neck, lips and whiskers played along Steelhorn’s sensitive flesh. Keeping his attention and body in place for Ludwin’s hand.

Adept with the paintbrush Ludwin worked fast. Making a twin to Cordal's mark. Stepping back only after a short time

Taking the cue, the badger licked down Steelhorn’s spine. The fox slipped in front of the human and grasped his chest. Working in tandem groping and pushing Steelhorn’s body the pair got the human to lean forward.

Before Steelhorn could bend fully over, the fox removed the tatters of his armored bottoms and let his cock spring out. Just in time to let the member sink in between the human’s hairy chest.

Having stayed on the fringes of the situation up to this point, more of the monsters slipped up to Steelhorn’s. Small dexterous hands pushed up on Steelhorn’s moobs while others lifted his helmet just enough to sneak a mouth against the human’s. Monsters paid attention to Steelhorn’s moobs, belly, thighs, and hips before the first cock even pressed to Steelhorn’s hole.

The size more manageable and far less demanding of Steelhorn the cock eased into the human’s ass. The moment of discomfort melted away as soon as the cock met Steelhorn’s button. Thrusting slowly, the badger indulged Steelhorn.

Able to leer over the ring of monsters’ heads, Ludwin took stock of the situation. Taking notes on various things.

Watching the demon work, Cordal had an idea. It might take a while, but the demon would be in a situation just like Cordal or Steelhorn. The dwarf planned to make that experience just as formative and irresistible as it had been for the pair.

“Let us get a sample!”

Cordal’s humiliation didn’t end after Rowan had his fill of his ‘mare’. Forced back on the stool, Cordal found his ass the focus of the researcher’s attention. With gloved hands, Rook collected samples of Rowan’s cum that slipped from Cordal’s ass. He collected several vials of it, along with some from the monster himself. Who had been happy to provide a sample.

“It is dilated and inflamed. Maybe some soothing salves or marital aids might help to improve Cordal’s long-term stamina.” Ludwin observed and produced items from his bag.

“No!” Cordal said abruptly as he spied the sex toy that the demon produced from his bag. It was a butt plug with a domed top and a fairly long length and narrow neck. Instead of a round flared base, the toy instead had a long narrow base that would reach from Cordal’s taint to tailbone.

“Not only will wearing this improve your recovery over time, it will allow us to see if you can absorb more of the monster’s semen beneficially.” Ludwin proposed the idea. Knitting his brow so hard it hurt, Cordal snatched the toy away from the demon.

Cordal couldn’t express how frustrating the men’s attention and focus on him was. He wasn’t ashamed of his body in the slightest, even after all the changes. But neither did he welcome people into his bedroom. The experience of having them watch was more good than bad. Given a better situation and his choice of onlookers, Cordal felt as if he’d be happy to do it again.

Just thinking of how Rowan had spoken to him sent a shiver through Cordal, and he rushed to slide the plug inside of him.

The feeling of having it inside him was odd, but not unwelcome.

New to such a feeling, Cordal wasn’t sure what to expect from it. So he had no reason to brace himself when he moved abruptly and the plug pressed into his prostate. A moan that was far too bright and impassioned to be mistaken for anything else ripped from Cordal. Leaving the dwarf with everyone’s attention on him.

“My mare. Do you enjoy this?” Rowan asked as he crouched back down.

“No. What are you.. Stop that!” Cordal protested as Rowan took hold of the plug’s long, narrow base. He gave it a slow pull back and was delighted to feel resistance. Cordal’s hole already squeezing around it. Easing the plug out, Rowan worked it back in with a slight twist and turn. Working a shuddering moan from Cordal and making him shoot pre.

“You know, Mister Steelcore, enchanted items exist which offer similar help to my mark and that plug. With your favorable reaction to it, maybe such items will be worthwhile?” Ludwin offered ‘helpfully’. Cordal was unsure if the demon was being genuine or making light of the situation.

A knock drew Cordal’s attention to his door. Sitting up in the rented bed, the dwarf narrowed his eyes at the door and closed the book he had been reading. Gently placing the book on his nightstand, the dwarf turned, grunting under his breath as he moved his bulk.

Being far along in the gestation of his current clutch, Cordal found movement cumbersome unless he really focused on it. Thanks to Rowan’s ‘enthusiasm’ and Ludwin’s marking, the eggs pushed at the limit Cordal could currently gestate at once. Leaving his belly to be a cumbersome task.

“Who is there?” Cordal asked as he pulled on his shirt. Taking a moment to focus, he engaged with the enchantment bonded to the shirt. His bulk disappeared by the moment.

“It is Ludwin Mister Steelcore.” the guild investigator explained, making Cordal groan with displeasure.

Cordal had thought that with the deal being hashed out, Ludwin would have turned his attention to more pressing guild matters. Instead, the demon seemed to become like a mother hen. Something Cordal balked against on principle. The fact that some things the demon or his assistants offered were useful was the only reason the dwarf had done nothing drastic.

“What is it this time?” Cordal stood up straighter. He could have let his attention to the enchantment lapse, but he needed the practice. His very pregnant belly and chest were all but hidden by the enchantment for the time being.

Cordal greatly missed Commander’s ability to see everything around him.

Ludwin paused, and Cordal gave the door a look. Ludwin’s voice sounded strained, as if Cordal’s hard look penetrated the thick wooden door. “It would be best if you let me in to discuss this.” A small grumble came from the dwarf before he unlocked the door and removed the chair that barred it. “Thank you.”

The demon carried a large leather case in his hands. This gave Cordal pause, and he looked around. Deciding that it would need somewhere to be put, Cordal went to his room’s desk and cleared it of several books that he was reading. “Huh, quite a wide choice of books you have there.” Ludwin said, spying the names of several popular geology, botany, and monster anatomy books that Cordal moved off the desk. Locking them in his spatial bag, Cordal gave Ludwin that same look.

“I have a lot of time on my hands and if… When I get back to going into the dungeon, I want to have a better idea of what I will look for in resources.” Cordal chose his words carefully. Wanting to portray his intent as still being that of a normal adventurer.

“Ah, I understand. That is quite a good idea. I commend you on it.” Ludwin buttered up Cordal. The dwarf crossed his arms and stared, saying nothing in reply. Ludwin coughed into his hand and took a deep breath. “That being said, I do have something to help you in our other endeavors.” Raising his brow, Cordal looked at the case.

Though his interest turned right into displeasure as he saw the case’s contents. Commander’s previous urging and interest in such things were the only reason Cordal didn’t deny Ludwin outright.

“These commonly serve as marital aids. Barons and baronesses of my world also use them in matters of pregnancy.” Ludwin gestured to the case. The inside of the case was covered in fine silken cloth. Numerous pouches were built in to the cloth to hold sex toys. All of them were black and had a gleam to them. Along with the toys Ludwin produced several large bottles of different liquids.

Understanding Cordal’s silence a bit more, Ludwin filled it. “While I’ll advise to use them, do not feel pressured to do so. None of these are necessary, but do help.”

Taking a deep breath, Cordal turned his eyes from the case to the demon. “How exactly do they help?”

“Well, if you ever wish to do this full-time or if you were to get a class based around breeding.” Ludwin’s words made Cordal pinch his brow.

Of course, there would be a class for being a broodmare. Scrubbing his hand down his face, Cordal looked to Ludwin. He wanted to ask about such a class, but didn’t want to seem too eager. “Alright, so what do you expect me to do? Just drop trow and let you shove things up my backside.” That Cordal was without pants didn’t make the dwarf any less stubborn.

“Of course not. But I left instructions on how to use each item should you want to try them out.” Ludwin raised his hand. “Steelhorn already seems to enjoy them. I went to his room first.” Ludwin’s eyes traveled to the wall that he shared with his neighbor.

After arriving in town once more, Ludwin had been sure to get them both rooms right next to one another and provide Steelhorn with similar size-reducing clothing like Cordal. Then he tried to control Cordal’s diet, and the dwarf was having none of it.

Cordal reminded himself that at the moment Ludwin wanted what he wanted. “Thank you, I will see if I enjoy shoving things up my arse.” Cordal’s words became sardonic near the end. Taking that in stride, Ludwin departed and left Cordal with the sex toys.

[Dilation Training Aid]

Preparation rarely allows someone to come fully prepared. But one must come anyway, and to do so unprepared is inadvisable.

Effect: When attuned, you can mentally command this object to change its size slowly.

Quality: Common | Durability: 50/50 | Attunement: One hour of either holding or wearing the item | Mana reservation: 0

The butt plug was all black with a firmness to it. At the moment, the size was that of Cordal’s pinky. Its shape was that of a cone sitting on a thick neck. The case had similarly sized toys, but all of different shapes and lengths. Along with the plug, there was a dildo and several other items Cordal hadn’t encountered before.

Along with one he knew all too well.

[Barron’s Gilded Cage]

Either by choice or not, this is used to keep a Baron’s mind focused on the task that he has on hand. As of late, this has become trendy for Barons to wear this even when they are not pregnant.

Effect: While wearing this cage, it will constantly resize to accommodate the wearer’s unaroused genitalia. The item is self-cleaning and can be locked. To lock the cage, one must attune to the cage and insert any rod or key into the lock of the item. Once locked, the key or the attuned person must unlock the cage to remove it.

Quality: rare | Durability: 1000/1000 | Attunement: Ten minutes of concentrated focus, or five hours if the item is already actively attuned to. | Mana reservation: 100

Seeing the item, Cordal swallowed and grasped it. The item, made of a golden metal, was comprised of two parts. A sheath, or more aptly a cage, and a metal ring. The item currently fit someone with a larger endowment.

The effect, though, was what drew Cordal in. He wondered how Rowan would feel about Cordal if he wore it. The monster seemed to like to tease his dick, but would he be happy if he owned that key?

Cordal shook his head and placed the toy back in the case. Using these toys was one thing, but he couldn’t ever let himself fall into the idea of the ‘cage’. It might be intoxicating to think about, but for the dwarf it would be a step too far. That it played on such a deep urge of his gave Cordal more reason not to consider it.

Rowan wasn’t just anyone, and maybe in another time it might have worked. But anything he gave Rowan would likely end up in the hands of an adventurer. Commander was an option, yet did he really want any of these items replicated in the dungeon? There was already so much risk in what they were doing. No reason to add to it.

Placing the more conical butt plug back in place, Cordal reached for one that had a gentle curve to it. It looked similar to a curled finger. The rather thorough directions Ludwin provided described the item as being focused on prostate stimulation and explained the insertion. It detailed the process of applying the lubricant from one of the bottles the demon had set on the desk. Even down to how to best bring it to a temperature that would make insertion pleasant and how to clean one’s hand.

Grumbling through the process, Cordal grabbed the bottle and the toy. His eyes gave the remaining toys a curious glance. Two were molded after penises, and Cordal wondered just how large they could get. Neither Rowan nor any of the monsters in the dungeon could ever be replaced. Yet, until the house and secret tunnel existed, his ability to slip into the dungeon would be greatly hampered. Any urges Cordal felt would need to be taken care of by himself.

After double-checking the door’s lock and placing the chair against it, Cordal slid back into bed. Keeping his shirt on to make his belly easy to work around, Cordal laid face down with his knees tucked under him. Starting with the lube, he poured some into his hands. He found it viscous and sticky. Yet it was clear and had no scent to it. Skipping past the steps to warm it, Cordal applied the lube to his hole and groaned at the touch.

He could easily hold out for a month between his time with monsters. Yet, he didn’t prefer that. Even a short time after being fucked in front of the researchers Cordal felt a heat ignite in him as he touched his hole. The ring was thick and simply stroking it left his body tensing. The warmth and slickness welcomed him as he pushed a finger in.

The fluids he produced on his own were slicker and warmer. They mixed with the lube Ludwin offered well. Forming something that was between the two.

Sliding a single finger in Cordal found it wasn’t enough. His need prompted him to push in two fingers, then three. For a few long minutes Cordal forgot he was simply preparing himself and ran his fingers along the walls of his anus, over his prostate. Each press of the button left him ducking his head and raising his hips. His bare feet curled, and he crossed them at the ankles.

Only when he feared he might cum did Cordal have enough sense to pull back and focus on the task at hand. Licking his lips, Cordal sat up and grabbed for the curled plug. Compared to his fingers, its current size was unsatisfying. Yet, that was what Cordal needed.

Sitting up, Cordal pushed on the base of the toy, feeling his ass sucking it in. The mad idea to push the toy in deeper crossed Cordal’s mind. Though he quickly pulled his hand away and breathed. He focused on the cool air tinged with the scent of his arousal.

There was an hour-long attunement process. After that Cordal could indulge himself for a short while, but he had other things to do. The books were one of them. Being so far away from Commander for an extended amount of time, Cordal needed to still do things that would improve the dungeon core’s abilities. That meant knowledge or materials.

Going out and hunting wouldn’t provide nearly as much raw material as Cordal or Commander would like. It would also draw attention to Cordal. People would wonder why he was in the forest when the dungeon provided such a bounty.

So they both decided he would focus on gathering knowledge. So, Cordal was stuck reading book after book. Even if he didn’t understand it. Knowing and remembering the information would be enough to give Commander a boost next time Cordal connected with it. Cordal planned to read and understand books geared to magic to improve his mystic class and suffuse ability, but those took a while to arrive.

Taking the book back up , Cordal found his focus harder to keep. His hand wanted to slip down to his ass and play with the plug. More than once Cordal noticed that he had stopped reading the words on the page and simply ran his eyes across them while he tensed his hole. Pushing the plug out and then pulling it back in. Every passing moment Cordal felt his connection to the plug becoming deeper.

By the end of the hour, he had closed the book and placed it on his nightstand. Pulling up his shirt, he let his gravid belly out and looked at his chest. Milk dribbled from the nipples and flowed faster the moment he freed them.

The moment he felt the attunement settle in his mana Cordal grasped hold of it and pushed the plug to grow. His lower body tensed and his hole clenched as the toy shoved into his prostate. The toy’s length explored his depths. It was an odd, yet welcome feeling.

Anxious about letting it grow to its largest size, Cordal stopped when his body strained to accommodate the abrupt size change.

Taking a deep breath, Cordal lowered a shaky hand to the base of the toy and one to his nipple. Trying to remind himself this wasn’t solely for his pleasure, Cordal grabbed the plug and dragged it out. His hole strained against the increased size of the plug and fought him. Swallowing several times, Cordal compelled himself to relax. Feeling like he was birthing the plug, Cordal let out a low whine and pulled. His hole slowly yielded and gushed as the plug slid out. The curled tip grinding along his inner walls and over his prostate.

Letting out a curse, Cordal placed his hand on his face and ground his hips up to the sky. The curled tipped hooked and dragged on his ring.

While this felt nothing like taking another lover, this had an addictive quality to it. Cordal was under his complete control and didn’t have to think or anticipate another. He was at the center of all the pleasure. He could go as slowly or as fast as he wanted. Catering to his fickle whims.

In the absence of clear thought, Cordal’s mind was filled with memories of the past. Rowan’s words, his mouth, his demands, and even his gentle cruelty. Cordal imagined Rowan being there when the nagas thoroughly took him. The boss monster sat on his throne, watching and waiting. Pushing Cordal’s limits and making him endure such acts for Rowan’s pleasure.

Getting lost in the red eyes and the sound of Rowan’s hand sliding along his cock, Cordal reached a peak. Breathless, his body failed him, and he could do nothing but shove the plug right back home. Unable to see his orgasm happen, Cordal could only watch his nipples leak milk while his belly rose and fell. Yet he felt every twitch of his mostly soft dick. He felt the roll of slick cum flow down his shaft, over his balls and down over his cheeks. He felt the tremors rip through his body and rob him of control.

At the very center of it all, the toy pressed against his prostate, refusing to allow him to calm down or relax fully. Expecting cold relief after his orgasm, Cordal found a hum of pleasure flowing through him.

His feet sat firmly on the edge of the river. The stream of pleasure was already threatening to take him. Just pausing and letting his body stimulate itself with the plug would surely pull him under. Or, he could reach down and play with the plug.

A hungry part of his mind reminded Cordal he could make the plug bigger or use any number of the toys Ludwin had brought him. He was spoiled for choice in the size and shape of the toys.

Feeling the plug shift inside him as he moved, Cordal did his best to head for the case once more. Having worn a plug for a short amount of time before Cordal knew what to expect as he walked towards the case. Yet, it did nothing to stop the hunger or need his body felt. Every movement was a reminder, and every moment of pause was a promise.

The fact Cordal knew he could stop it all just by pulling the plug out of himself was a curse in itself. It made him recognize his willing consent to this all. He couldn’t write off the pleasure as someone else will on him or something he did to please another. No, it was all him.

Making it over to the case, Cordal took a deep breath and looked at the case of toys. Each was a promise of temptation. Cordal already knew that he could have spent hours with the toys. That it would help his job carrying the eggs made everything all the more enticing. He could use the toys for hours in the name of simply training and expanding the limits of his ass.

There was the excuse of trying and attuning to each of the toys just waiting for him.

Cursing under his breath, Cordal reached for one dildo. He was thankful it didn’t look like Rowan’s member. Otherwise he wasn't sure he could control himself. The dildo was a shape similar to Cordal’s own. It was of moderate size, but had a thickness that made it look stubby. The belly of the cock was thicker and covered in veins.

Grabbing for it, Cordal moved fast towards his bed and found pleasure ebbing through his body. His knees were weak and his mind muddled by the time he slipped into bed.

Unlike the plugs, the dildo featured a small enchantment that made it easier to handle.

[Lock in Place]

Effect: After attuning, you can secure this item, causing it to hover in place and remain immovable. Only a moderate force may adjust it. Applying too much force will disengage the lock.

Knowing he’d be unable to focus at all, Cordal didn’t even try to read the book. Instead, he placed the cock between his tits as he laid back and held it. Slowly stroking along the shaft while his other hand played with the toy currently inside of him. He moved at a slow pace as he imagined just how good the toy would feel in him.

While Cordal slowly stimulated himself, the hour dissolved in a river of pleasure. When Cordal finally attuned himself to the item, his hole sucked on the plug. Aching to pull something deeper inside.

Unable to wait a moment longer, Cordal locked the dildo in space and turned around to face his ass towards it. The moment he got the plug free from his hole, he forced the new toy inside him and felt his eyes roll back into his head. With no one else around, Cordal felt no need to maintain decorum. Spittle had long since run into his beard, and his body propelled him towards pleasure. His cheeks made wet slaps of sound when they passed around the base of the toy to smack against itself.

Time became a concern for the person Cordal would be after this. For the moment, Cordal was only concerned with pleasure. That he would need to stop to take care of other matters drove Cordal to a fervor that saw him pumping his hips back on the toy.

Snorting and flaring his nostrils as his orgasm hit, Cordal tried, and failed, to keep going. Forcing the toy deep inside of him. Yet he wasn’t done. Letting the toy grow inside him, Cordal caught his second wind and just went on.

Cordal stopped only when he was fully satisfied. Absently he slipped the plug right back inside himself and grew it to a size that kept his hole spread and prostate crushed.

An ache settled behind his penis in his pelvis. Knowing that he overworked himself, Cordal felt a slight thrill in keeping himself plugged. A thrill that paid dividends. Before Rowan, Cordal would never have thought to flaunt himself. While he wasn’t outright doing so, Cordal felt he was edging towards it when he left his room.

The normal trip for food or supplies and a simple walk to stretch his legs turned into an experience. It made him feel a mix of emotions Cordal couldn’t quite put words to. Each was intense and distracting. Even the most mundane situations became charged with risk and pleasure. Having interacted with very few people, most people wouldn’t even notice the change, but Cordal was sure Ludwin, Thom, and Steelhorn would notice.

A fact he was sure of, because when he sat with Steelhorn for dinner, the man fidgeted in his seat and was far shorter in conversation. Cordal found it easier for Ludwin and the researchers to convince him. His arguments against certain topics having less heat behind them. Rook convinced Cordal to try the new diet Ludwin had been pushing for and allow more thorough tracking of his physical changes.

After that night, Cordal found he could better control himself. While the pleasure he felt was no less potent, he knew what to expect and could use willpower to keep himself from succumbing to his urges.

Or, at least, he thought so.

The moment Rowan caught sight of Cordal’s new accessory when the group came to give birth to the eggs, Rowan was pleased. He spoke honeyed and seductive words. That would have been enough to convince Cordal to keep using the sex toys. Yet, the eggs were also easier to produce.

Steelhorn, for his part, took some time to recover and rest. Though Cordal allowed Rowan and the vanguards to have their way with him. The presence of Ludwin and his researchers not being such a hinderous as before. They still asked inane questions at the worst times, yet Cordal lost himself in the breeding.

After the breeding, the trio asked Cordal countless questions and measured his body. While they didn’t use magical tools or spells to do so, they brought out tools such as measuring tape. Every morning from then on, they subjected Cordal to body inspections, monitoring his weight, size, and emotional state.

They still tried to get him to remove his necklace, but Cordal refused, of course.

The plugs improved Cordal’s ability to birth eggs in several ways. The most obvious way came in his sexual stamina and ability. When Cordal went to Rowan next, he could put his ‘practice’ to work. Cordal didn’t feel nearly as sore after each round, which allowed him to be filled with more eggs in one session without risking exhaustion.

Cordal’s hole becoming more pliable as it grew accustomed to being spread by the plug meant easier time birthing the eggs. This was further improved by the other liquids Ludwin provided in the case and after the birth of eggs. Similar to the lube, the fluids were viscous. Yet, acted as a specialized healing potion. Granting relief to Cordal’s immediately after the eggs, breedings, or if he was overly enthusiastic with the sex toys.

This became a problem for Cordal, at least. It took away one of the few limits Cordal felt for sex. He could have had sex for literal days, and the only things that would stop him were his own libido and the need for sustenance outside of pleasure. All it would take was a convincing argument from Rowan or Ludwin to allow himself to be focused solely on birthing eggs.

It made him anxious about what might happen if he ever figured out how to gestate eggs faster or drastically improve his capacity to hold eggs. His absolute limit of eggs slowly seemed to grow with each new birth.

Several months later, Cordal sat on the edge of his bed, grimacing at the contents of a cup. A thick, green, sludge-like fluid sat inside. Made up of several herbs and plants, the smell was pleasant. Like the best part of a spice cabinet. But, it was too intense of a flavor. Still Cordal swallowed his displeasure and brought the cup to his lips.

“May I ask you a question?” Ludwin asked as he drew a measuring tape around Cordal’s belly to capture the size of his stomach. Getting only a grunt in confirmation, Ludwin continued. “Would you be comfortable with further alterations to your body?”

That gave Cordal pause, and he gave Ludwin a look. Inhaling through his nose, Cordal felt his lungs fill with the spiced scent of the drink. Ludwin’s new diet saw him adding these supplemental drinks to his normal meals. “In what way?” Cordal said, voice hoarse before he coughed.

“Well, your…” Ludwin paused and gestured to Cordal’s chest.

“Tits?” Cordal said flippantly as he eyed the rest of his drink. The raised eyebrow and surprised huff that came from Ludwin made Cordal snort and then hack. The potent taste hitting the back of his throat.

“Yes, well, your um tits. They are producing a rather potent milk that is high in mana and as you have no young in need of nursing, it puts a strain on your body to produce. So, I can either help you reduce its production.” Ludwin trailed off, trying to soften what he thought would be a hard sell. “Or, help you make it higher quality and show you how it can become useful in potion-making.”

Cordal raised a brow and saw Ludwin fidget a bit. He clasped the measuring tape in his hands and wrung it out. Cordal’s attention made the demon squirm. “What is in it for you?”

“Well, one potion I can make will allow me to improve the potency of my summons.” Ludwin explained. “All I will need to do is have you wear some jewelry, and you will produce more potent milk.”

Cordal's eyes narrowed, and he thought over what Ludwin said. The demon forced a strained smile to show pointed teeth. “What kind of jewelry.” The smile became more forced.

Reaching into his shirt pocket, Ludwin produced a pair of gold loops. The kind worn as nipple piercings.

[Baroness’s Nipple Rings of Coalescence]

To give life, one must understand the responsibility they have. Your job doesn’t stop when the child is born. Instead, it is your job to guide this new life. One such way is in ensuring that it grows up with nourishing food.

Effect: Milk produced by the wearer is 100% more potent and produced at a higher rate. When attuned, the wearer can stop or start the flow of milk with a thought.

Quality: Rare| Durability: 300/300 | Attunement: One hour of wear | Mana reservation: 50 Mp + 30% per item bound to attunement location.

“How quickly can you make these potions if I were to ask you to do so?” Cordal asked, causing Ludwin to breathe out a sigh of relief.

“If nothing else is in the way, I can distill several gallons and make more than a dozen different potions a day.” Ludwin offered with a smile.

“Alright, you may have ten percent of all milk for your own use. But I can sell or have you process the rest into my choice of potions.” Cordal offered.

Ludwin narrowed his eyes. “As long as you are comfortable providing the other herbs and monster parts.” he hedged.

Thinking back to the botany books, Cordal let a few ideas pass through his mind. Theoretically, Commander could reproduce any herb it integrated into the dungeon. All Cordal would need to do is to be patient and find the first sample.

“Alright. So how are you going to get my nipples pierced?” Cordal asked. Only to grimace when Ludwin produced a needle and kit.

Cordal couldn’t quite appreciate the appearance of the nipple rings thanks to how tender and sore his nipples were. Hyper sensitive since they produced milk, Cordal found everything able to pull discomfort from him. A change in temperature, his shirt being pulled the wrong way, and bumping into a surface. Cordal didn’t quite notice just how often he bumped into walls.

Once fully attuned, Cordal found he could focus on the rings in the same way he could on his suffuse spell. While not quite the same, it helped him focus on a single tit out of the pair. Which became good practice in isolating one or a few eggs out of a full clutch.

Steelhorn, for his part, seemed to get a similar agreement to Cordal's . The gold metal stood out against his pale skin. Though unlike Cordal, Steelhorn wore the chastity cage that came with the case of Ludwin’s marital toys. The size of the cage had shrunk quite a bit, leaving Cordal barely able to see the black sheen of metal between Steelhorn’s belly or full balls. A golden key that was a twin to the cage stood out nestled between the man’s tits.

Inwardly, the dwarf found himself envious of the knight. He wore the cage well and with casual pride. When Cordal came to chat, he did not hide it or even draw attention to it. It was simply a part of him.

“Are you okay, Cordal?” Thom sounded quite worried as he looked across the table towards Cordal.

Taking a deep breath, the dwarf adjusted himself in his seat once more and tried to find a comfortable position. The seats were just comfortable enough to allow him to relax, but drove the plug up into him and any slight movement translated to the sex toy stimulating him. “Yes sorry, guess I’m still getting used to just sitting around and doing nothing.” Cordal wasn’t wholly lying to the man.

“And here I thought you’d do more than be a bodyguard for the investigator.” Thom had taken Cordal’s excuse at face value. Which left Cordal not feeling all that great. While Thom played a part in bringing Ludwin to the town, he wasn’t malicious. Cordal knew Thom would derive some joy from finding out about Cordal’s somewhat relationship with Rowan. At least based on his choice of books.

“Well, I wanted to say your books have arrived, and I found something you might be interested in.”

Leaning forward in his seat, Cordal did his best to hide a groan of pleasure, though he was sure Thom heard it. Under the impression he was here to see the guild hall’s new lobby, Cordal was glad to hear his books had arrived. The expanded lobby with its capacity for stalls and softer seats was nice. But knowledge was better.

At Cordal’s grunt of interest, Thom gave a smile and sat up. The dwarf’s eyes lingered on the clerk as he walked away. Thom was big thanks to his giant heritage, and Cordal found his mind shoving ideas of sex with the man into his conscious thoughts. Quickly tamping down on such thoughts, Cordal shoved them away. Listing many reasons it wouldn’t work.

Coming back to the table, Thom dropped several books pertaining to the sciences and spell craft. One stood out as being quite larger than the rest. “‘Heavy is the head’ a history of lords.” the book’s title read. A stylized crown on top of the title. It was all embossed with golden letters, while the crown had red and green gems in it. The cover was fine black leather.

“While small, this has the best information on the lord of this town. I might have suggested you borrow Ludwin’s copy, but it’s always good to have your own.” Thom tapped the book’s surface and gave a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Thom. This is great. So, what books are you reading?” Cordal asked with a raised brow.

Talking with Thom for a while longer, Cordal enjoyed a cup of tea with the man. The full amenities of the hall weren’t quite up yet. If they had been the pair could have shared a meal cooked by a local stall owner. Still, it was pleasant, and Cordal loved the smell of freshly cut wood that permeated the hall still. With his books in hand, Cordal stowed them away.

Coming back to his inn, Cordal locked and barred his door before disrobing. The freeing of his belly and tits was something that was nearly orgasmic for the dwarf.

The past few months saw Cordal growing cozy in his little room. What had just been a temporary living space was now fully lived in. While he couldn’t change the space, he had gone far to make it his own. The blanket he had used for camping lay across the floor to provide him something soft to step on when sliding out of bed, and his many items were strewn about the room. Unread books on his desk formed stacks. Right beside them was a small sheaf of papers he used for notes.

Slipping out of his pants, shoes, and socks, Cordal tossed himself into the bed with Thom’s gift.

Gerald Amberland was much like Ludwin said, an unkind and treacherous man. Though Cordal hadn’t quite known what to expect when Cordal went over the brief passage that talked about the Amberland family. The son of a merchant, Gerald, was like his father. Ambitious. Though unlike his father, Gerald knew no limits.

Having scrambled for any kind of power, the Crown Wars were a simple excuse for Gerald to grab more.

The clans of the mountains were only one of the many people Gerald stabbed in the back. The surrounding lords and ladies found Gerald to barely hold the letter of their agreements. Let alone the spirit, which was often ignored.

Little was told about how Gerald fell. Just that he was preparing a great spell when some betrayed him. Talk of anything involving demons or his inner circle was absent. Even though Cordal knew it happened thanks to Commander and Ludwin.

Slightly disappointing at how little he found out Cordal still read more about the books. There he found out a little about the town that sat on the opposite side of the mountain range. Rather than having just one lord or lady at the helm, the town of Portspawn had a small council. Distance and the council itself proved the best defense against any other lord’s machinations.

Having very little interest in the far-away lords of history, Cordal read only a bit more of the book before turning to another topic. With talk of how ‘potent’ his breast milk was, Cordal had wondered if it could nurture more than people or summons. That led Cordal to a druid’s training manual.

While Integrate Into Dungeon provided Cordal with an easy way to infuse the dungeon with mana, the suffuse ability hinted at Cordal’s capacity to do more. The druid training manual explained how to infuse mana directly into plant life. It involved enchanted watering cans, specialized soil, compost, and so much more. But with such sacrifices, one could grow any plant almost anywhere.

Like, say, deep in a dungeon.

Cordal found sleep coming to him quickly as the manual detailed how to dig proper irrigation channels.

Cordal found himself marching forward. His awkward limbs swinging at a comfortable pace as he marched down the hard-packed dirt path. Around him the trees were full of orange and yellow leaves. Men walked beside him, and monsters acted as mounts for some of them.

He was in the body of a knight or warrior of some kind. Their proportions only felt awkward because they were those of a human. Unlike other dreams, Cordal didn’t have control over this human. Instead, he was a passenger inside his own body. Even though he couldn’t see the person, he was sure it was a man.

While many things felt awkward, there was one part that felt right.

While the man’s rigid movements were locked in place, Cordal still tried to gain some kind of control. While ineffectual, Cordal’s attempts did allow him to see a smidge more of what was around him. To his left, he saw a rather large carriage. He couldn’t quite see the full scope of the vehicle, but he knew it was big.

Through the treetops of the forest, Cordal recognized a familiar mountain range. This whole procession of people was marching towards the Amber Crest mountain range. Noticing this, Cordal’s mind snapped to attention. He pulled what disparate information he could from the things he saw.

He was in the forest that surrounded the mountain range, quite a way out of town. The surrounding knights wore metal armour that was draped with black and red. On their shoulder there was a heraldry of three swords. That was what really clued Cordal in. He had seen that heraldry many times in the dungeon and most recently in the book he had read.

Shock Cordal found that the body he was in didn’t react as he hoped. His own emotions and feelings muted when compared to that of the man he inhabited. The man was oddly happy and Cordal also recognized pride.

Bringing that into what he knew Cordal thought as the group marched.

As he reached the foot of the mountain range, ideas formed in his head, and his mind reeled. Standing at the bottom of the mountain range was a familiar sight.

Rowan stood with his axe positioned on his shoulder. Though he was different. His eyes weren’t red; and instead were a bright, piercing green. Red flowers decorated his horns and braided mane of hair. This Rowan was muscled, but fluffier. His dense brown coat lighter in color as it fluffed out of his body.

As the body Cordal inhabited approached, Rowan stood straighter, and the group of men that were with him followed suite. While there were minotaurs, as one would expect, there were also caprodin and nagas. What was surprising was the humans, dwarves, and even gnomes that stood around Rowan.

A sick feeling of dread and concern came to Cordal as he watched the group halt. The body Cordal inhabited kept walking forward and lowered a sword. Standing before the carriage, the knight stood silent as he faced Rowan. The body felt self assured and confident while Cordal felt the opposite. Behind him Cordal felt the carriage doors open and people leave the door.

Dressed in a fine robe, a rotund man stepped up beside Cordal. Thankfully, the knight turned his head to look, and Cordal felt a smile cross the man’s face. A shock of red hair, freckled cheeks, and a warm smile showed as the hood of the man’s robes was pulled back. Even now, jewelry decorated the man. From golden and jeweled rings on his hands to a bold necklace that hung from a thick cord.

Like everything here, the necklace was oddly familiar. It was the same one that hung around Cordal’s neck. At least in looks. The necklace the man wore seemed to pulse with an inner light while emanating a sense of power.

“Amberland!” came Rowan’s booming voice.

The smile on Gerald’s face sharpened. Before Cordal could investigate further, the knight turned his head to look at Rowan. Cordal’s heart swelled and his stomach bottomed out as he saw Rowan's genuine smile. The surrounding men were wearing something similar. He hadn’t ever seen Rowan smile like that.

“Call me Gerald, you big lummox.” The human walked forward, and his knight trailed him.

Lowering his axe, Rowan offered Gerald a hand. “Glad to see you’ve come back, Gerald. I was worried you wouldn’t accept our terms.” Rowan shook Gerald’s hand. Though his eyes darted to Cordal. There was worry in Rowan’s eyes as he eyed the knight’s drawn weapon.

“Of course, my father always told me to snap down on such offers of friendship.” Knowing what came Cordal felt the hollowness in the man’s words. He tried to push against the cage of the knight’s body to stop this. The fact that it was a dream or some kind a vision didn’t matter.

Gerald looked over his shoulder as if he knew what Cordal intended. His gaze was flat and cold. Cordal couldn’t have called it soulless, because this was no monster. This was a person just like him. “Easy, my Commander, Rowan means us no harm.” Gerald’s words were hard and full of warmth. While his eyes demanded that the knight yield.

Coldness covered Cordal’s very being, and he tried to draw in a sharp breath. As Gerald turned back to Rowan, Cordal listened to know of the silken words used to ply Rowan and his men into submission.

He wasn’t in just any knight’s body. He was in the body of Gerald’s commander, Cordal’s Commander.

The two groups became one as they marched up a path into the mountains. Rather than getting back into the carriage, Gerald walked beside Commander. Having removed one of his gauntlets, Commander’s bare hand was clutched into Gerald’s. The smaller man’s hand trade along the palm lines and rough scars of Commander’s hand. “Don’t worry, my knight. This will be good for our people and for my land. We will need allies such as Rowan’s people should we want to last through this war.”

Raising the hand to his lips, Gerald kissed the scared knuckles of Commander’s hand. His eyes looked up through full lashes towards Rowan. He bit down on the scarred skin playfully and reached along Commander’s body. Tracing the forearm to elbow and then the lower back, Gerald let his hand settle there. While Commander couldn’t feel the touch of skin, he felt the weight of the hand settling along the hollow of his back. It brought up a familiar heat to Commander’s body that made the knight’s heart pound in his chest.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll even be sit on the throne. I wonder what they will say should I take you as one of my wives?” Revulsion pressed against the swell of lust and need Cordal felt from the body he inhabited. “You could even be my favorite and first.” A desperate need tightened the knight’s body.

“Yes, my lord.”

[Level up! Your Dungeon Cultivator Class has improved to level 16.] Increases to ability scores:Int and Wis

Sitting up in his bed, Cordal put a hand to his forehead and groaned. Closing his eyes, Cordal tried to recall all that he had seen in his sleep. While what he saw didn’t have the ephemeral quality of dreams, Cordal had a hard time recalling things in great detail. Like the faces of many of the men outside of Rowan or Gerald. They were there, but indistinct. As if they were too far away for him to garner any details from them.

Trying harder didn’t help Cordal either. It just left Cordal’s head aching.

Letting his mind recover, Cordal focused on what he knew. What he saw was indeed a version of the past. He knew that based on some instinct he couldn’t name.Cordal saw why Commander was so reluctant to touch on any of its past. Intellectually, Cordal knew his Commander wasn’t the same being that had been the man Cordal inhabited. Yet, his heart still ached for that Rowan in the vision. There was no telling what happened to Rowan, but it wasn’t likely pleasant thanks to his inclusion in the dungeon.

Unable to help himself, Cordal wondered just how well Commander was doing. Cordal was likely the only person to speak with the being since its creation. The idea of sitting with the memories of the worst time of his life for decades scared Cordal.

That left Cordal wondering about the other dungeons he ran into. He doubted Commander was an outlier in terms of construction. Maybe there was some dungeon out there that wasn’t based on pain, but that would make Commander’s situation worse. To know that he had all the terrible memories and few of the good ones.

Following that train of thought, Cordal reconsidered why knowledge of dungeon cores was hidden. While he did expect some of it was still to protect against vandals, he knew there was more to it. The dungeon cores, the genius loci, were living beings as much as he was. If someone nefarious got hold of a dungeon core, they could do some serious harm to it. A genius loci, unable to easily move its core, would have very little recourse against someone trying to take advantage of it.

In that way, Commander got lucky. Because he had Cordal and the dwarf meant it no harm.

Days from giving birth once more and full to the brim with eggs, Cordal should have waited to talk to Commander. Give the situation a few hours, if not days. Yet, the dwarf pulled on his clothing and his armour. Feeling as big as a house and just as graceful, Cordal made his way out of the inn.

Workers were out in full force, chatting as they did their work. At the moment, they were putting the final touches on the auction house and processing area of the guild hall.

Knowing Commander’s reach extended out of the dungeon, Cordal had no intention of taking a direct path to his destination. Instead, he attempted to reach out to Commander whenever he needed a break from walking, which was often. Even more so when he hit the forest proper.

Feet sore and back aching, Cordal got in contact with Commander. Failing several times at using Far Reaching Bond until he was close enough.

“Is something wrong, Cordal?”

Slowing down, Cordal found a surface it sit down on and got off of his feet. “Not in that way.” Now that he was having the conversation, Cordal didn’t know how best to approach it. The knowledge he held about Commander was invasive on its own. Would it matter to the genius loci whether Cordal had willingly stumbled upon it or not.

“Something is wrong.” Commander responded with certainty after Cordal let the conversation drop.

“I guess it is. But nothing that needs combat. I wish it were that simple.” Cordal breathed out and ran his hands through his hair. “I saw part of your history, lad.”

There was a pause, and then nothing. Cordal could still feel the ability going, and so he knew he was in contact with the genius loci. Yet, it said nothing, and the ability only gave Cordal words. Emotions or thoughts were too complex for the ability's current form.

“Commander?” Cordal prodded.

“I would rather not talk about what happened.” The words sounded sullen and forced.

Blowing out a breath, Cordal leaned back and nodded his head. “Alright, we won’t talk about it for now.” Cordal didn’t feel like that was the right choice, but Commander could make its own choice. It would likely outlive even Cordal’s long lifespan. The pace it moved might seem slow to Cordal, but it was the pace it would set.

Though Cordal had so many questions. Like, why was Commander in the mountain. Why not the forest or the lord’s estate. Yet, those were questions Cordal felt he’d have to figure out on his own. Commander just wasn’t ready to explore that yet.

It wasn’t how Cordal was going to let the conversation end.

Feeling as if it wouldn’t be right to end the conversation there, Cordal changed the subject. “You know your forests are pretty.” He looked up into the canopy of the trees overhead.

“I think they are too. I quite enjoyed when you spent time camping in the forest. Experiencing it through your senses was quite pleasant, you know.”

A snort came from Cordal, and he shook his head. “You know, if you keep expanding your reach, you might reach the town soon. Then you can experience that too.” Cordal offered.

“I hope so, the monsters often ask after you and Steelhorn. The twisted servants in Rowan’s boss room seem to like him quite a lot.” Commander pointed out.

A smile came to Cordal’s face, and he shook his head. “I wonder what they’ll say when they see his recent changes, or mine.” Cordal said with a laugh.

“You made a change?” Commander inquired.

“That we did. Ludwin has these magical nipple rings that improve my milk quality. Steelhorn has the same thing, but he is also wearing a cock cage.”

“What is a cock cage?” Commander asked.

Blowing out a breath, Cordal thought for a moment. “It’s a device that was originally meant to keep men honest about their chastity. But, as people do, they found ways around it. Now…” Cordal paused and ran a hand through his hair. “Now it’s used for a lot of things. This one isn’t perfect, and you can escape it, but it mostly shows your commitment to something or someone.

Before Ludwin had presented him with all the different enchanted sex toys, Cordal knew a bit about them himself. He had just never found good reason to use them or invest in them. For what they were, they weren’t cheap, and there was never a shortage of sexual partners for Cordal. That Ludwin was so willing to invest in providing them, and enchanted ones at that, showed how serious Ludwin was about the eggs.

If all the invasive scans and questions hadn’t been enough.

“Oh, are you going to wear it for Rowan?” Commander asked.

Tensing Cordal’s mind went back to his dream and the Rowan he saw there. That hadn’t been his Rowan, but it didn’t make his heart hurt less. Whatever he did wouldn’t bring back that Rowan. Yet, the boss monster was changing ever so slightly with the dungeon. What would he be like in a year or a decade.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Commander’s enthusiasm dipped just a little.

Clearing his throat even though it wasn’t needed Cordal shook his head. “I… kind of do. But, feel like offering it to him wouldn’t feel right.” Cordal groped for some kind of explanation. This was so much different from anything he wanted out of his ‘retirement’. He had deep feelings for Rowan, but many things hampered them. Most came from the dwarf’s hang-ups. Rowan didn’t fit neatly in the box of what Cordal wanted, and every step outside was exciting yet fearful.

“Why?”

“Because…” Cordal grabbed at open air as if it held the answers. “Because I want him to do it because he wants to. I’ll feel like I’m forcing him to do it otherwise, and that will make things feel unenjoyable.” Cordal took a moment to consider those words, and they rang true in his mind. “Yeah.”

“Why don’t you just ask him or offer it?” Commander wondered.

“I was thinking about it, but never felt like I could just chat with him, and before I hadn’t really planned for any of this to happen.” Cordal said with a small bit of frustration leaking into his voice. Enough that he noticed he was speaking out loud.

There was a long pause before Commander spoke again. “You didn’t plan for it. But you were comfortable putting yourself at the whims of a being you had little practical knowledge of.”

Raising his head, Cordal looked off in the direction of the dungeon. “You little smart ass!” Cordal grumbled

“I am merely pointing out a problem you have. You have certain hangups and are quite stubborn about them. You'll make excuses for why something won't work. Though you might enjoy it.” Commander sounded curious.

Blowing breaths through his lips, Cordal rubbed his hands along his face. Leaning forward, he found a moment of confusion as he could put his elbows on his knees and then sighed. “It’s just one of those things.” He thought for a moment and made a mental groan. “I don’t enjoy being vulnerable that much.” Cordal could sense Commander ready to bring up the same point and cut it off. “Yeah. It’s something I have to think about.”

“Not comfortable exploring why?” Commander wondered.

“Yeah, buddy, same as you.” Laying back, Cordal closed his eyes and took a moment. “But we will figure this out in due time.”