At this moment, the Abyssal Lord’s massive hand was grasping the long-dead corpse of a Halfling, chewing its flesh and satisfying his near-endless appetite. Outside the blood pool, the purple-skinned succubus Ines stood with her head bowed, hands clasped at her abdomen, silent as she awaited his final judgment.
"So, you believe that the girl was in fact bait, that her location was a carefully laid trap for you all?"
Finally, having swallowed a chunk of raw meat, Montport spoke, his voice resounding like thunder throughout the cavern.
Ines nodded repeatedly. "Yes. The other side had hidden powerful mages—even the strongest among them was capable of casting a 7th-level spell, ’Prismatic Spray.’"
"It was only because of her that my powerful escort of twelve cambions was totally annihilated, and I myself barely escaped..."
Montport offered no comment. "Describe those mages’ appearances and dress, especially the strongest one."
Ines hurried to answer: "They were all dressed as nuns. The leader, the strongest among them, stood out—she wore a white nun’s habit..."
She described in detail the looks and attire of her adversaries, and midway through, the Abyssal Lord’s eyes flared wide with sudden anger: "Theresa, you shameless witch! You betrayed me—!"
"Just wait. Once I have destroyed this place, I’ll tear you limb from limb!"
His furious roar reverberated through the cave, shaking its very walls. Ines instinctively hunched, feigning fear, though inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief: Good, good, she thought, the blame has been effectively shifted.
Yet, Montport did not rant further. Instead, he drew back into his blood pool, burying his enormous body in the crimson liquid. "Very well, Ines. Though you failed this time, you did expose a traitor."
"I have decided to entrust you with a new responsibility. Since you are a succubus, I need you to put your unique talents to use and investigate something."
His eyes narrowed coldly. "These greatly weakened ones seem to be forming some kind of alliance. I require you to capture several of their higher-ups and find out what they are plotting!"
"If possible, bring some of them to our side to strengthen our forces as well..."
Ines’s face lit up with delight. "Then, my lord, since this new mission involves seducing men, may I summon some of my sisters to join me?"
The Abyssal Lord closed his eyes. "You may act as you wish—I only care for results!"
With that, he withdrew from worldly concerns. Jubilant, Ines bowed out and turned to leave.
Of course, she had no intention of following orders so dutifully. Her true intention in gathering her sisters was to seduce Montport’s fellow fiends and extract precious information about the Abyssal Lord’s plots and aims...
For example: just what was the purpose of this maddening blood pool he had labored so hard to create? Was he polluting something?
Or was he preparing to awaken something?
With three girls in tow, Charles once again entered the Rockseeker’s Outpost. The moment they entered, they drew a great many eyes.
It was inevitable: beauty always attracted attention.
Charles, as their leading figure, drew plenty of glances. Prepared for field adventuring, he had shed his black priest’s robes in favor of simple brown leather armor, with bracers on his arms—appearing experienced and lean, naturally exuding the charisma expected of the strong.
Of course, these trappings were mere camouflage. His true security lay in the protection of magic.
Following him was Nidalee, this time in her usual attire: a brown fur-lined beast-hide vest, matching short skirt, and leather boots—exposing her shoulders, slim waist, and thighs, utterly unbothered by the cold—not unusually for a druid, whose connection with nature gave resistance to extremes of heat and cold, if not to fire or frost itself.
Behind came Theresa. Her attire had changed little, still the splendid milky white and gold-trimmed nun’s robe, hands folded solemnly and face pious.
Standing tallest and most voluptuous among them, even the thick habit did nothing to disguise her curves. It was inevitable that she drew the most lingering male glances—adventurers in particular gazing as if magnetized, unable to look away.
Last came Andny, with by far the greatest transformation. The petite girl had abandoned her somber, heavy, and conservative nun’s habit—garments that had hidden all her charm—in favor of an outfit much better suited to her.
Her upper body was now clad in a gothic purple dress, lace trim from chest to shoulders, a small bow tied at the collar. Her delicate legs were sheathed in white thigh-high stockings, little black boots on her feet—lively and charming in her way.
Unfortunately, when placed next to Theresa’s voluptuous presence, she simply couldn’t compete for attention—her stature and figure, much like Ruth’s, went overlooked as all eyes were drawn to the tall, full-bodied, beautiful nun at her side.
Luckily, attention from anyone not named Charles was not her concern. All the while, as they hurried along, Andny was busy establishing telepathic links with the local mosquitoes, recruiting them as her eyes and ears to eavesdrop on as much intelligence as possible.
Thus, as the undeniable focus of the Rockseeker camp, their group drew stares while crossing the streets and entered the dwarven aunt’s hostel where Charles had stayed before.
The aunt was as warm-hearted as ever, instantly recognizing Charles as the handsome young man who’d visited a month prior. Noticing that his companions now differed from the previous two lovely girls, the aunt’s smile grew a bit unusual but she said nothing, only welcoming them warmly and asking how many rooms they’d need.
Of course, it would be two rooms—four people this time, and with Theresa’s imposing presence, one room was out of the question.
Which gave rise to a new dilemma.
Who would share a room with whom?
A detail Charles hadn’t originally considered. But at that moment, desire sparking in her heart, Andny asserted herself first: "Tonight, I want to share a room with Master!"
In the corridor on the hostel’s second floor, the Insect Witch spoke, taking a deep breath. "Tonight, I plan to send out my swarm to gather information at the Adventurer’s Guild. If anything turns up, I must report it to Master first."
"It makes most sense for me to share a room with Master."
The reasoning was thin—she could easily station a bug by Charles’s ear and deliver intelligence instantly.
She said it anyway, heart hammering as she risked a glance at Theresa by the corner of her eye.
After all, this woman had been the monastery’s supreme leader and strongest archwitch; if Andny hoped to win the right to serve Master first, she’d need the courage to face her head-on...
She is very afraid that the archwitch will deny her, and then Charles will agree to let her sleep first tonight because of her more proud body.
To her surprise, Theresa turned to her and gave a look of sincere approval: "That makes perfect sense. In that case, let’s let Andny have tonight."
Andny was stunned—how could it be that, in this contest for Master’s favor, Theresa’s reaction was... one of support?
Didn’t Theresa want to be with Master herself?
Unable to fathom Theresa’s thinking, the newly competitive Andny failed to understand her attitude at all.
In truth, Theresa’s logic was simple: the more her sisters boldly and actively pursued the power, fortune, and happiness they wanted, the more pleased she felt—just as she had always cherished souls with ambition and resolve, even before being purified.
Since that corrupted compulsion had been lifted, her outlook had grown closest to the Goddess of Life’s own teachings.
Beside them, Nidalee pursed her lips but soon fell silent, not contesting the Insect Witch’s claim. Charles, with a gentle smile, ruffled Nidalee’s hair before saying, "Alright, Andny will share tonight. Tomorrow, Nidalee will take her turn."
He then looked to Theresa: "How does that sound?"
So, the strongest—Theresa—would be the last to keep him company. Yet the archwitch expressed not a hint of jealousy, only smiled and nodded: "I have no objections. Those who bravely pursue joy deserve encouragement and tolerance."
She was signaling her support to Andny—but in her nervousness, Andny couldn’t recognize whether it was sarcasm or real approval.
Regardless, the rooms for the night were finally settled. The dwarf aunt’s hostel hadn’t changed in the month since their last stay: wooden rooms, a large wooden bed with spotless sheets.
He was familiar with the place and the process. As Andny continued to recruit more mosquito contacts, Charles fetched a large barrel of water, closed the door, and washed himself.
Afterward, he didn’t go straight to bed, but drew another hot bath for Andny, urging her to wash first before getting to work—not a moment too soon.
Andny didn’t refuse. As Charles lay on the bed beneath a blanket, he watched—eyes wide open—as the girl, bashful but dutiful, undressed piece by piece right before him, wiping down every corner of her pale soft body with a wet towel, displaying every inch of her skin under his rapt eye.
In effect, giving him a live bath show.
Once she’d finished, he used magic to vanish the water—Create/Destroy Water spells served just as well for tidying up as for bathing, not much use in battle, but very handy.
When he’d watched her finish her entire bath, Charles lay back down, patting the pillow beside him. "Come, over here."
The Witch of Compliant Insects obediently approached, her wet purple short hair plastered in strands against her temples after the bath. Her fair face glowed with a rosy flush from the steam, looking utterly alluring.
Clad only in a pristine white bath towel that barely concealed her breasts and rounded hips, she resembled delicate Ruth in physique—petite, nimble, and tenderly captivating despite her youth and frailty.
Yet she didn’t lie beside Charles immediately. Instead, the girl adeptly positioned herself over his lower body, lifting the woolen blanket to reveal his thick cock, already erect and throbbing with urgency. At the peak of his virility, nourished well these past months, his primal nature surged fiercely, demanding release.
Andny gazed hungrily at the veined weapon promising ecstasy, her lips curving into a triumphant smile: "Tonight, Master belongs solely to me." She parted her cherry lips, straining to engulf the thick girth inch by agonizing inch until the crown kissed her throat. A low groan escaped Charles as her hot mouth constricted around him, tongue swirling along his shaft while saliva slicked her chin. He watched her bobbing head—the obscene slurps, her flushed cheeks hollowing—and finally understood how rarely he favored her compared to other witches.
His fingers threaded through her damp purple strands in a gentle caress: "You’ve changed greatly these past days, Andny. What sparked this transformation?"
She paused mid-suck, hovering a mosquito near his ear to buzz plaintively: "Does Master dis?" Charles chuckled darkly: "Not at all. I merely wonder what ignited such boldness."
Relieved, she resumed swirling her tongue around his swollen head, lapping pre-cum from its slit before answering breathlessly: "The scriptures of the Goddess of Life... I must strive actively for Master’s favor. Even if our sisters obstruct me—I’ll be fearless!" Her pout returned as she recounted Sephera’s sneers and the glares silencing Ekta. Charles sighed, stroking her scalp: "After we return, tell Ekta to speak freely. We’re bound by trust as family."
Andny’s renewed enthusiasm manifested in fervent licks circling his shaft, her tongue flicking the sensitive ridge beneath his crown. Moans tore from Charles as pleasure seared his spine. "But," he gasped as her suction tightened, "should conflicts arise... defer to Hattie’s judgment." He couldn’t deny his first purified witch certain privileges.
Andny’s eyes gleamed—now only Hattie warranted caution. After minutes straining, she released his slicked cock, knowing her slender throat couldn’t conquer his release. Only Sephera’s bifurcated tongue had ever claimed that victory. Mounting his hips, she spread her slim thighs. Her small entrance glistened, dwarfed by his thickness. Gripping his shaft, she aligned its bulbous tip against her clenched virgin folds and sank downward—
Searing pressure stretched her unbearably, but Charles buried himself to the hilt, groaning at her witch-enhanced elasticity. If human, her narrow passage would’ve ripped; instead, heat clenched him like molten silk. He ripped off her towel, kneading her pert breasts while grinding upward. "Any useful news?" His voice roughened, fingers pinching her nipples.
Her thighs trembled against his abdomen as she rode him, gasping: "Lady Anno... visited—in disguise... joined... an adventurer squad..." Panting escalated as arousal drowned her focus. Seeing her unfocused gaze and flushed skin, Charles gripped her waist—time to reward her loyalty.
Hearing this, Charles frowned.
Anno, join the Adventurer Squad?
What is she going to do?
"Have you noticed what mission she has taken?" he asked, and then he saw that Andny’s eyes were blurry, and the skin on her cheeks and chest was a little red-haired, so he knew that this girl was very excited and could hardly work normally.
Then, let’s satisfy her first.
Flipping her onto the bed, he reclaimed her depths, spreading her legs into a shameless M-shape. Knees wedged her open, he hammered into her, each thrust smacking wet flesh. Andny’s cries crescendoed—"Master! Ah! Deeper!"—as her hips rose frantically to meet his savage rhythm. Bedposts rattled against the wall; down the hall, Theresa and Nidalee would recognize these sinful sounds.
Charles pistoned relentlessly. Sweat slicked their bodies, her inner walls spasming around his girth until her back arched violently—"Coming!" she shrieked, convulsing as ecstasy ripped through her. His control shattered. Seizing her nape, he crushed her mouth against his, tongues tangling as he fucked her through her climax. She sobbed against his lips, tears streaking her cheeks while her cunt milked him.
With a roar, Charles plunged one last time, swelling inside her as torrents of seed flooded her womb. Spent, he collapsed beside her, fingers lazily combing her hair. Andny lay dazed, smile drunkenly forming. "Master..." she slurred.
He traced her nose, grinning. "Satisfied?" His thumb swept semen glistening on her inner thigh while she nuzzled closer. "Utterly," she murmured, eyes drifting shut as he wiped their shared mess from her quivering folds with the discarded towel.
"Then let’s look more closely at what kind of task Anno and her group accepted." As he spoke, he drew her head against his chest, gently caressing her silky hair. Though they had just made love, now immediately discussing another woman—a thing that would normally seem strange and improper—in the bonds between witches, this had become entirely ordinary.
"Mm." Andny closed her eyes, softly responding. After a moment’s silence, she murmured, "Lady Anno joined with seven strangers to form an Adventurer Squad, and... They set out for a place called The Tide Caverns to investigate the undead incidents there."
Charles frowned faintly, automatically ignoring the earlier details. In his mind, the companions grouped with Anno were surely members sent by Force Grey to accompany her on the mission.
He paid attention only to what followed.
Could it really be that one?!
He remembered now—The Tide Caverns belonged to the Mountain Dwarf Mining Consortium as one of their copper mines. Copper ore was a resource of considerable importance to the Mountain Dwarves, who needed it to craft Storm Warhammers.
And in the game, there was such a quest—once completed, it improved your prestige with the Mountain Dwarf Mining Consortium. The higher your reputation, the greater the discount for purchasing weapons and armor from them, and you could even buy high-grade Storm Warhammers...
But Charles knew full well—this particular quest was no easy feat!
The BOSS monster lurking in those caverns was no trivial adversary, but a Drider who had recovered free will—a rebel against the Demon Queen of Spiders!
Yes, a monstrous dark elf who had become part giant spider—a terrifying abomination!
Under normal circumstances, Dark Elves who worship the Demon Queen of Spiders, when turned into Driders by this unreasonable fiend, would either become utterly mad or even more fanatical, ruthlessly butchering everything—kin and strangers alike.
But exceptions always exist—there are always a few defiant souls, who, while still regular Dark Elves, cringed before the Demon Queen of Spiders, but upon being transformed into Driders, suddenly awakened. They struck back ruthlessly at their deity, and after their vengeful outburst, fled to the outside world, living as fugitives—constantly on the run, yet finally free.
Of course, most Driders who attempt this rebellion are crushed in the act—suppressed and brainwashed into insane monsters. Only a rare few of exceptional strength succeed in escaping from Menzoberranzan as Driders, leaving behind that hellish realm of the Demon Queen of Spiders, even reaching the surface world to live lives of their own choosing.
And just his luck—the Drider living in The Tide Caverns was exactly such a nearly perfect specimen of the strong.
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