The Dungeon Lord Ch. 01

Low and behold this was the real reason there are so few mages in the world. It was kind of sad that humans were some of the most prolific mages in the world because we are the only race with a small percentage of members whose love of fireballs outweighs their love of intimacy.

The reason I was fine though was that with the statuette constantly refreshing and cleansing my mana pool it was no longer an issue for me. Which I will admit was not an insignificant reason as to why I started this whole venture back when I was a sixteen year old who had just been told he had to choose between the ability to fling fireballs or touch breasts for the rest of his life. Now that I could have both, and a youthful body to enjoy them, I fully intended to enjoy myself as much as possible for the foreseeable future.

In days past I wondered if it was proof of mental instability that I was willing to utilize an ancient magical superweapon formed from the primordial powers of chaos, just so I could form a harem and rule my kingdom as a nigh omnipotent mage lord. I always figured there were a lot worse reasons to start a kingdom.

Ignorant of my internal musings, the succubus looked at me agape for a few minutes, and then she laughed. A deep fully belly one that lasted for some time. I would have been more annoyed if it wasn't for her jiggling doing such wonderful things with her best features.

"...I see. You're an interesting guy. I suppose you're lucky you're cute, or I would probably be more ambivalent about this offer, but you've managed to intrigue me. Alright, sign me up."

I got the distinct feeling she was just signing up because she wanted to sleep with me but that most assuredly was not a putting me off. I took out a sheaf of paper from within the folds of my tattered robes and used a little magic to float them over to the sex demon. "Ok then, just read this and sign at the bottom thanks. I already signed it so it will be binding as soon as you make your mark and we say the words."

She caught the sheaf of papers in one hand, "You already have a contract written out?" She said with bemusement as she began giving it a read over, "I'll give you that you are definitely prepared... but what the hell is all this!? Just how much stuff is in here!?"

She was right, their was a lot of stuff in there, but as she said, no had summoned a succubus in hundreds of years so I had to do all of my research second hand. I was pretty sure a lot of what I had written was redundant but I had to ensure it was completely airtight, and I had a lot of time to go over it in the last few years. "Sorry, but I really didn't want to take any chances. We have time though, you can spend as long as you want checking it, I'll wait."

"Ah, it's really hard to read, these look more like chicken scratches than letters...Look there's even an ink splodge here!" The succubus loudly mumbled complaints while reading, while I shuffled my feet and pretended to ignore the complaints about my penmanship. No one at the library ever complained; though that might have been more to do with me being well known to have been a front runner for the position of archmage before I declined it.

"Whatever, it's fine I guess, though I wish you gave me a bit more leeway on what exactly constitutes 'consent', takes all the fun out of it." She grumbled before driving a finger into a sharp fang and placed the bleeding digit down on the contract."

"On my name, Radella, I swear to lend my contractor my power and knowledge in accordance with the words of my contract." She intoned solemnly.

Now that she had told me her name and agreed to the contract it was safe for me to say my own.

"On my name Lasmes Aldrah, I pledge to uphold this contract to the best of my ability and knowledge." In reality my part of the contract was essentially just that I supply Radella with mana for the duration of her stay and that I wouldn't intentionally cause her harm.

In response to my words the contract shone for a moment for disappearing a burst of sparks and the smell of ozone. The whole process was actually pretty simple, but no less binding for it. If I attempted to violate the contract my own magic would act against me and stop me.

"Alright with that done can you let me out of here."

I nodded and erased the magic circle with a gesture.

"I look forward to working with you Radella." It was only a moment after I said those words that I realized my mistake. Radella was a horny sex demon, and I was now physically a supernaturally attractive young man. One who had already expressed a desire for sex with aforementioned succubus and thus had given 'consent'. Truth be told I had always hoped my first time would be either romantic, or failing that with me fully in charge of a beautiful submissive harem girl. It would seem I was about to get neither.

As it stood I watched as time seemed to slow as Radella spread her wings and leapt at me with the clear intent of taking me on the cold concrete floor like the dirty-boy slut I no doubt she intended for me to be. I got ready to chant a spell to stop her, but really didn't have the willpower to focus when I saw a top down view of those beautiful pale orbs of hers sale through the air towards me.

We collided with an audible thump as she literally jumped on to me, dropping us both to the floor, before she drove her tongue into my mouth with uncanny precision. The musky stink of female arousal and the feel of a woman softness pressed again me was overwhelming. My tongue instinctively tried to move away but she was having none of it as she pursued it with her own, driving deep into my mouth as she grasped and wrestled it until I was too tired to resist and simply let her maul and play with my mouth as she willed. I couldn't help but notice that her saliva was delicious, like a thick syrup of exotic spices and honey.

She was crouched down with her legs on either side of my body, dry humping herself onto my own burgeoning arousal. Even as we locked lips I could feel her undoing my robe's belt in an excellent display of dexterity and multitasking. Unwilling to be entirely passive during my first time, I attempted to undo the clasps of the belts around her crotch, but they were too tight for me to undo with my own clumsy attempts, and soon I felt the incredibly soft flutter of Radella's fingers moving over mine as she effortlessly undid her own clasps as well.

She broke our lip lock, and with a saucy wink twisted herself round so she was facing my member, and I got my first up close view of a woman's engorged pussy. It was swollen and dripping with arousal and I could feel heat emanating from it even from a few inches away. I didn't get a moment more to admire it however as I felt Radella's deliciously pouty lips wrap around my member, plunging it into the hot wet embrace of her mouth. I tried to last, but it proved too much as I came the moment the tip of her tongue nudged the top of my glans. The pleasure of my release was so great my back arced and I loudly groaned in pleasure, spurting rope after rope of hot jism into the vacuum of the hungry succubus's mouth. She took it all, as she sucked up every last drop of fluid and swallowed it. My cock didn't even soften as my new magically enhanced body was loaded with vitality.

"Hmmmm, how deliciously thick and mana heavy, were you just a little backed up Lasmy? Don't worry about too much because this beautiful lady is going to empty your balls to the last drop." She cooed.

I barely heard her however, I just wanted to lay there for a moment to bask in the afterglow. Alas it didn't matter to Radella that I had just cum at hands other than my own for the first time in my life. She wasn't done with me yet. She straightened up, and in one fluid motion all of the straps covering her disappeared in a flurry of black smoke. The body exposed was glistening with sweat and was utterly hairless below the neck with ponderous milky teardrop breasts that were tipped with delicate pink nipples that seemed to defy gravity. It was a body that might have driven a lesser man to worship.

She moved herself up my body until her pussy was above my face, her musky scent befuddling my senses and driving me once more to new heights of arousal. Her hands grasped onto my blonde hair to hold me tightly as she lowered her swollen dripping cunt onto my face. I momentarily struggled to breathe before I realized I no longer had to, either via some kind of succubus sex magic or because of my now innately magical nature. My tongue made contact, and discovered her cunt and juices to be unnaturally delicious much like her saliva. Radella sat there on top of me, feeding me her delicious pussy and I indulged us both by burrowing my tongue into her cunt's folds to taste more of its sweet nectar, striking her clit over and over again in my eagerness.

I wanted her to cum in the way she had made me cum, but I was heavily outmatched by the sheer difference in experience we had, so I decided to make use of my own unique talents. I reached up and placed a hand over her flat belly, and from there drove my own mana into her circuits through her navel, twisting it inside her as I started make slight changes to her nervous system, enlargening her pleasure center and increasing the density of her nerves pleasure pathways, and in doing so increasing her bodies sensitivity to pleasurable stimuli by a factor of ten. By the time I was finished I was pretty sure she would be able to cum from a cold breeze hitting her nipples.

The change was instantaneous as she suddenly violently tugged on my hair and screamed in orgasm as she pushed her cunt harder into my face. If she were a human woman I imagine the stimulus would have rendered her almost catatonic, but the sex demon seemed to just try and indulge herself harder. Through our mana connection from my hands position on her stomach, I could feel each new wave of her orgasms as the passed through her.

"What did you do!? I've never felt like this before, it's so fucking good!" She moaned and screamed as my tongue ravaged her with if not skill, then enthusiasm. She shakily tried to climb off of my face when she thought she couldn't take anymore, but I suddenly moved my arms to hold her in place, making sure she felt every last wave of pleasure run through her body. After a few minutes of her moaning and gasping with pleasure, I was finally satisfied with having drunk enough of her delicious juices.

I finally let her go, and she slid bonelessly off me onto the cool stone floor. She was gasping for air, soaked with sweat and moaning as she moved her hands up and down her voluptuous form, no doubt reveling in the new depth of sensations she was feeling. Her muscles were tensing and twitching with the after burn of orgasmic pleasure and her very nerves tingled with phantom touches too subtle to have been felt previously.

Not done yet though, I got behind her and pulled her up, amused at her slight jolt when my hands touched her hips. I positioned her so that she was on her hands and knees. Now happily in control I took the tip of my cock and rubbed it along the length of her pussy.

She moaned whorishly as it touched her outer lips.

"Yes, more!" she groaned. I grabbed her by the soft globe of her ass in one hand and used the other hand to guide my hard cock into her twitching cunt. She was as tight and hot as I imagined and I felt a shudder run through her as another orgasm swept through her. I really didn't have to be delicate with her on account of her natural demonic hardiness and the fact that she was genetically predisposed to enjoy just about anything even remotely sexual. Anything I could do she would end up enjoying more than I did.

With that in mind I grunted like an animal, and slapped her hard on her bare ass, leaving a livid red hand print. I tugged on her hair when I could, and dug my fingers deep into her hips as all reason left me. I pounded her relentlessly, feeling her guttural moans role through her body as she came sloppily onto my cock every few thrusts, my balls now practically dripping with her juices as they slapped against her slit as we fucked.

"Do you like that!?" I groaned at the ecstatic succubus beneath me. "What's it like being on the receiving end of a little magical alteration?"

"It's good," she managed to gasp out. I grabbed her hair roughly and forced her face down and her ass up so I could get better leverage. I pummeled her harder than before. She loved it and squealed in pleasure, and that began the countdown for my own orgasm as my self-control over the magic holding my own release back began to crumble.

I pulled out of her with a loud slurp, and rolled her onto her back before diving on top of her and pinning her down underneath me as I drove myself into her. The look on her face, as her full red lips smiled devilishly up at me, was the last straw for my self control. Her eyes were wide open and danced with mirth and happiness, as her full milky breasts jiggled beneath my probing fingers, soft flesh enveloping my grasping digits, hard pink nipples rolling around underneath my ministrations. I exploded into her body, coating her insides with my hot mana engorged cum until it squirted out of her and pooled underneath us, mixing with the already present pool of pussy juices and sweat.

When I finally stopped quivering from my own release, I collapsed onto her heaving chest, burying my head in the valley between her two sweaty tits. I supposed I could just rejuvenate myself for another go if I were so inclined, but right now it just felt right for me and Radella to enjoy the pleasant afterglow.

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Work had finally started proceeding at a fair pace. There had been a bit of a delay in the beginning and I was a bit embarrassed that when Radella and I finally felt sated after that first time we had sex, we began again within minutes, and more or less continued doing nothing but have sex for a few weeks. It was only when mid rutting that I caught a burst of dust in my eye, that I realized we had done nothing but have sex for weeks on end and as a result the tunnel I had dug into the cavern had begun to fill with dust from outside.

Thereafter I relegated our sex to quickies during the day and full on sex marathons only at night, much to Radella's vocal complaints. I had on a few occasions since I upped her bodies sensitivity about tenfold, walked into a room to find her grinding against a pillar, table or unfortunate golem. She steadfastly refused my offers to change her back.

I was beginning to realize that a lack of need for sleeping, eating or drinking, meant that it was very easy to lose track of time.

I had definitely figured out that my mood and thought processes were being affected by my new body. Radella had simply explained it to me as a part of being an effectively immortal creature, in that you would behave more or less as 'purely close to your inner soul' as possible when you didn't suffer from those outside factors like frailty brought on by age or extra horniness from youth, which explained why a being as ancient as Radella acted a lot like a horny teenager a lot of the time on account of her nature as a succubus. When I asked what she thought being a dungeon lord would do to me, she asked if I had any cravings for ruling the world recently. I was surprisingly unbothered by that line of thought.

Over the past two month I had completed a number of tasks and created a fairly reasonable labyrinth of tunnels and rooms that would eventually fulfill the myriad of tasks that would be required when my dungeon was finally occupied. It was ridiculously quick and easy for me to use earth magic to dig out the hallways and rooms and then convert the bare earth to cobblestone, but I also quickly discovered that while the Statue gave me an effectively limitless mana source and a body that was itself innately magical, I was still only mortal.

I could only channel so much magic in a day before my new and improved magical circuits began to buckle under the strain and the feedback became acutely painful. As if by design it usually took me about eight hours of steady spell casting to encounter my bodies upper limit, at which point I would need to avoid strenuous magic use for about sixteen hours to completely recover. It was a swift reminder that for all the power at my fingertips, I was still only mortal, and in the event of a fight with multiple opponents, a concerted siege effort would still be enough to bring me down.

I spent my days alternately, enchanting new stone golems, expanding the dungeon or enchanting the innumerable devices that would be required to allow an entire kingdom of my subjects to survive down here. Radella explained to me that with the statue set up, it was just a matter of time before the races of 'disorder' instinctively began emigrating toward the dungeon.

I had also managed to enchant a new set of clothes.

I had spent much of my life wearing the rather drab robes of the Glassmont magehold that were specifically designed to make the wearer seem as unappealing as possible to lower temptation amongst initiates. So when it came time to pick new clothes, I went wild. Radella insisted that just making the new robes red with flames on the bottom was not wild, but what did she know... She wore a bunch of strategically placed belt straps.

Radella was however incredibly helpful in pointing out things I overlooked. Installing the piping and 'flush' toilets that Radella insisted on was a half day task in and of itself, but oh so worth it. I was almost been brought to tears when she explained what 'hot showers' and 'heated baths' were. Truly the mage's of the pre-sundering world must have lived as gods.

I myself had researched a few devices and concepts that were hidden away down in the depths of the magehold back when I was still I was still the head librarian at Glassmont, and these devices only reinforced my desire to implement those pre-sundering designs I had discovered as soon as I could, if only to see if they proved to be anywhere near as great as this 'piping'. I had a good feeling about an alchemical mixture that was named 'chocolate'.

My downtime was put to use either researching new spells or devices from the books I managed to rescue from my half buried campsite, or more often than not 'mana-tapping', as she had started affectionately calling it, Radella. I was trying to pace myself on the sex front though. I didn't want to admit it to her, but I was a little bit afraid Radella would ruin me for 'conventional' women if I wasn't careful. I didn't spend half my life dreaming of a harem just to lose interest at the last hurdle!

With all this work going on someone was eventually going to notice, so I really wasn't surprised when trouble finally did come knocking. I hadn't exactly been subtle in my casting, or when in a fit of vanity I placed two five meter statues of myself outside the entrance to my dungeon.

The area we were located in was pretty barren and their wasn't really any nearby civilization to speak of outside of a few illiterate peasant villages to the north. It was possible however that one or more of those small villages had a mage representative, or some manner of hedge witch or warlock living in them, and at even at these distances, with the amount of mojo I was throwing around it was possible one of them had sniffed something on the wind, and while not knowing what, they would at least know something was up. From there they would have sent a missive to a nearby adventuring guild to ask for them to send someone to investigate for a small reward.

So when I sensed that someone had tripped the entrance's wards I was ready. I did have to leap out of the bath I had been enjoying and rush to get some clothes on, but that was more of a general 'I have unexpected guests right now' surprise. I didn't lie to myself and pretend I wasn't excited about this confrontation, because I most definitely was. It was my debut as a dungeon lord! God knows I had spent enough of the last sixty years of my life daydreaming of the moment.