Dungeon Master 6

by Eric Vall

  Haruhi was special to me in a way that my other minions weren’t, it wasn’t that I loved her more, no, that certainly wasn’t true. The sage knew more about me than the others did, and it created a new type of connection between the two of us that the others and I didn’t share. She already knew the darker parts of me and loved me anyway. My original four minions only knew what I’d told them after I’d been released from my dungeon, but Haruhi knew everything, she knew the past and the present, and I would bet with all of her collective knowledge, she could tell my future too.

  I slid my hand from her breast down along her stomach to the crease of her legs, and the cat moaned against my opened mouth. My fingers glided over her dripping lips, and I pressed my hand against her thigh for her to open her legs to me. The cat-girl complied, and I slipped my hand over her womanhood then inside of her. Haruhi’s voice rose as her hand clamped down on my shoulder, and her hips rocked against my hand.

  Haruhi was desperate in her need, and I slid my fingers in and out of her faster and faster as her juices dripped down my hand. She felt like exquisite silk wrapping around me, and I knew if I didn’t enter her soon, I’d probably go mad.

  The sage pulled away from me, and my fingers slipped out of her. My beating need was taking over me, and I couldn’t resist anymore, but the feline seemed to be on the same page as me as she threw off the dress and lay down on the soft sand. Her legs opened up as she stared lustfully at me, and she gave me a full view of her womanhood. I slipped out of my clothing and armor in an instant as I used my telekinetic power to strip it away from my body. I knelt down in front of her with my throbbing member in my hand as I prepared to enter her.

  The head of my penis brushed against Haruhi’s dripping entrance, and the kitten squealed and cupped her breasts. She was so warm, and I gritted my teeth as I pressed into her. Haruhi grinded against me and forced me deeper inside of her, and I slammed my hand down above her head to support my body as waves of pleasure rocked my spine.

  The sage’s moans rose in pitch as she rocked her hips against me and forced my member in and out of her at a fast pace. She was so tight around me that I had to grit my teeth and bear it as I stared off into space to keep from orgasming immediately. Haruhi was eager to please me, and she noticed the difference in my behavior immediately and slowed her hips down. I growled in the back of my throat as I gripped her by the shoulder and slammed my member into her harder than ever.

  The sage’s mouth dropped open, and a scream of pleasure rang out all the way down the empty beach.

  Waves crashed in the background as I pleasured her, and as she reached her tenth orgasm, she clamped down on my shoulder with her sharp little teeth. I threw back my head and groaned as I pounded into her, and her core tightened around me one last time.

  “Give me your seed, Kazama! Fill me to the brim with it,” Haruhi whispered desperately into my ear as if she were pleading with me.

  “Yessss,” I growled as my hot, frothy cum spilled into her pulsing walls. Fireworks bloomed before my eyes as I pumped my seed into her accepting body, and she cried out again when she felt her womb fill with my cum.

  Once I’d finished, I collapsed on top of her, and we both clung to each other as our breathing evened out. She pressed her entire body against me, and I held her tightly to my chest. I gulped loudly then glanced down at her as she lay her head flat against my bare chest.

  “Thank you.” I murmured to her in my deep, vibrating voice.

  “For what?” Haruhi whispered back as she caught her breath.

  “For always calling me by my name, my true name.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  We set off midmorning the next day, and Adrian waved us off from the steps of the library. Even from this distance, I could see the tears in his eyes as his daughter turned back to wave. Haruhi wore the same dark cyan dress from the day before, and it billowed out around her as she called out to her father.

  “Bye, Pappa! Love you! Stay safe!” Haruhi’s voice rang out around the courtyard, but Adrian didn’t call back, only stood sadly by himself on the steps.

  All of my minions waved goodbye to the elderly librarian, and I stopped for a moment and bowed to him. I knew that Haruhi felt terrible about leaving her father alone, but it was only for a few days before her brother arrived back from the navy. I wrapped an arm around the sage’s shoulders and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. Haruhi looked up into my face and gave me a half smile. She was worried about her father, but she knew that this was the right thing to do. It was time for her to leave the nest and start her own adventure, and both she and her father knew that.

  Adrian was aware that time would come eventually, too, and no matter how much time he spent preparing, it would still cut him deeply to watch his daughter walk away from him for the first time.

  “How far into the mountains do we have to go?” Rana asked as Haruhi guided us up higher into the city.

  The houses and businesses thinned the higher we went, and grass and thick trees reclaimed the island. It was beautiful up here, and the view of the azure water was absolutely breathtaking. The stairs we walked on had changed too, they weren’t painted white up here but crumbled in some places from disrepair. I didn’t mind it, and my minions hopped over the crumbled concrete as they giggled to each other. The grass and weeds were overgrown up here, and most of the houses looked abandoned.

  I sensed no one around us except for the stray animals and creatures that frolicked through the forest. The sweet scent of the forest intermingled with the salty scent of the ocean and wafted all around us. Haruhi seemed to be in her element out here, she wore a leather pack across her body, and it looked heavy from the weight of multiple books, but the sage didn’t complain once the entire hike. The librarian headed our group as the staircase ended abruptly into the tall grass that brushed at the feline’s thighs.

  The redhead stopped and sniffed the air, and the rest of our party stopped and waited for her to say something. We trusted Rana’s nose and ears more than any map, but it seemed that whatever the fox smelled wasn’t dangerous since her face split into a grin, and she tore off through the tall grass. Then the fox practically threw herself into a thick bush of small, sweet-smelling flowers and plucked off a few.

  The rest of us watched as she pinched the end of the yellowing flower and pulled. A small droplet of nectar bloomed at the tip of the flower, and the redhead threw her head back and let it fall into her mouth. I furrowed my brows, but my other minions rushed over and began plucking off flowers one by one.

  I stepped under the tree cover but didn’t pluck any of the yellow flowers like my women did. I turned my head and listened to the forest. The entire climb up, we’d heard bird song and small woodland creatures scurrying through the underbrush, but now, it was deadly silent. It made the hairs at the back of my neck stand up, and I felt it, the presence of a god’s power all around us.

  I reached into my void pocket for the God Slayer, and Annalise paused with a flower held to her mouth. The petals fell to the ground as her chocolate-brown eyes swiveled around the forest. The high queen reached for Bloodscale and drew the mighty sword silently. Annalise bent her knees and lowered herself closer to the ground as the sound of soft footfalls reached our ears.

  It took a moment for the rest of my women to stop and listen, but Rana was the first. The fox’s black-tipped ears twitched, and her paws dropped the handful of flowers she held. The redhead slipped one hand into the small leather pack strapped to her leg and pulled out two elven daggers. The fox held one in each hand and stepped out of the bush.

  “What is it?” the high queen whispered over to me as the footsteps got louder.

  “I’m not sure, but we’ve been sensed out by the god up here. Haruhi, how close are we to the dungeon?” I asked as I glanced over at the sage, and she looked up at me with anxious eyes.

  “It’s right over that ridge,” the librarian pointed, and I looked to where she indicated.

  “Shoul
d we run?” Carmedy asked in a hushed voice, and I squared my shoulders and shook my head.

  “Have we ever run before?” I chuckled, and the petite alchemist smirked in response.

  “What about Haruhi?” Morrigan questioned in her usual cold tone as a green light surrounded her palms. “She doesn’t seem to have a weapon.”

  I turned my head to look down at the smallest of my minions. The librarian adjusted her glasses and patted down the heavy pack she held across her body. She flipped it open and pulled out a large book then shrugged at me.

  “This will do, it can be a weapon or a shield; either way, I think I’m covered.” Haruhi tittered nervously.

  “Stay behind me,” I commanded her as I grabbed onto her wrist and pulled the sage closer to me. “We’ll find you a better weapon later.”

  I kept my eyes looking towards the crest of the hill where the sounds came from and before long, a large, furry brown head emerged. The creature was huge and lumbered like a bear as it came into full view, but it certainly wasn’t a creature of this earth. My minions’ eyes widened, and they took defensive stances all around me. The creature was tall, almost as tall as the trees around us, and it moved sluggishly as its yellow eyes searched the forest. Large horns sprouted from its head and rotting flesh hung from the bone from where it had gored other creatures. Its head resembled that of a deer but on a much larger scale and its maw was pulled back to expose its sharp teeth. The creature walked on its hoofed legs, but its hands were spindly and shaped like a human’s. Its thin ribs poked out of the taut skin of its stomach, and its spine rippled up its back like a fin.

  I knew this creature well, had seen many of its kind in my time as the god of the underworld. They were known as half-lifers, humans that had crossed over into a realm of spirits by choice. Their true name was Wetiko, and they were created when humans consumed the flesh of others, usually out of desperation. It made no sense that such a creature would be here on the island. I assumed the Wetiko was brought here by the god in the dungeon to do its bidding without ever leaving the confines of its entrapment. It was pathetic, and I would rid the island of not only the half-lifer but also the god.

  I stepped forward towards the Wetiko, and the creature sniffed wetly through its nostrils. Its yellow eyes looked mad, its mind beyond human thought or logic, and I knew that I had to put it out of its misery. I held the God Slayer tightly in my hands as the Wetiko raised its head and roared into the blue sky. Frightened birds took flight, and small animals in the underbrush scurried away at the sound, but it did nothing to me, this creature was dead the moment I laid eyes on it.

  The Wetiko’s head slammed back down, and our eyes connected as it lumbered forward. The creature tensed its hands in claws and barreled towards me with all of its might. I gritted my teeth, tightened my grip on the shaft of the polearm, and thrust forward. The three blades slammed into the sunken-in belly of the Wetiko and tore through its matted flesh. Blackened blood fell to the grass, and I ripped away from the beast as I pulled the God Slayer away with both hands. The Wetiko barely reacted to the wound and whipped its spindly left arm at me, but I ducked under it. I felt the air part from the creature’s inhuman strength as the clawed hand passed over my head. I slammed the blades into the Wetiko’s ribs and felt two of them splinter as the weapon entered into its body. I held the haft tightly in my hand as I spun away and toppled the creature over.

  I pulled the God Slayer back, and the same black blood dripped from its blades to the grass at our feet. The creature nearly fell to the forest floor, but managed to regain its balance. Blood oozed from its two wounds, but it made no sound, although its thin chest rose and fell as it breathed heavily. Saliva dribbled from its flattened deer-like teeth, and it shook its head, sending spittle flying through the air.

  As we faced off, I stared deeply into its yellow eyes, and all the thoughts that passed through its infected mind were garbled masses of words that made no sense. This creature was driven to insanity after consuming the flesh of other humans and transformed into the being it was now. It was stuck in the in-between of being part human and part monster, it needed to be put down, and I would be the one to do it.

  The Wetiko lowered its head and raced towards me, but I was ready as I pooled all of my dark power around me. I slammed the God Slayer down into the soft earth and let go of it; the weapon stood on its own as I summoned up the forest gods power. I felt everything around me, the trees, the plants, and the earth. It felt natural to me, the forest god had been one of the first I’d added to my collection of powers, and it’d been with me all of this time. Using this power came to me like second nature as I gripped onto the roots of every tree surrounding us. I closed my eyes and breathed in through my mouth as I pulled the roots closer, and they responded to me.

  I could hear the pounding of the Wetiko’s hooves as the beast thundered closer, but it didn’t matter how close it got, the battle would be over soon. I exhaled loudly as dirt exploded up around my feet and the Wetiko’s, but I didn’t open my eyes until I heard the creature scream out in agony. My eyelids slipped open as a wicked smile spread over my lips, and I took in my handiwork.

  All the roots exploded up from the grass and stabbed into the Wetiko’s body from all angles. The roots held the creature aloft in the air, and it struggled to free itself but the more it did, the deeper the roots sunk in. The radicles wriggled and curled themselves around the Wetiko’s body, and the beast roared in pain as its thin hands ripped at the brown roots.

  I rolled my head back, and my neck cracked satisfyingly as I stepped towards the trapped Wetiko. Its horns ripped at the tubers but only managed to get themselves stuck even more. Blackened blood spilled to the ground like tar and stained the grass in massive pools. The Wetiko’s yellow eyes met mine and seemed to plead with me, but there was no use.

  I was not a god of mercy.

  I strode to where the beast was held in the air and stood over it. Its yellow eyes followed my movements, and every few seconds, I could pick out cohesive thoughts in the creature’s mind, but they were few and far between. The Wetiko had decided on this life the first time it had eaten human flesh, and it deserved this death. I lifted both hands above my head and let my power move around me in waves of black smoke. The Wetiko choked and snorted in pain and fear, but I didn’t pull back, if anything, I pushed even harder. My black force surrounded it, and soon, he was obscured from our eyes.

  The Wetiko thrashed and whined, but the struggle was in vain as the roots sunk in deeper into its flesh. The creature breathed in the black smoke, and I felt myself spread through its body like a disease. It passed through its nostrils down into its lungs where it collected and festered like a cancer. The Wetiko’s breathing loudened, and I grinned to myself as the infection began to spread through its entire body. I clenched my fists as the roots around the Wetiko tightened for the last time. I ripped my hands apart in the air, and all the roots followed in the movement.

  The Wetiko barely made a sound as its limbs were pulled apart, and the surrounding smoke dissipated in an unseen gale. The only things holding the Wetiko together were the moist black splices of cartilage, and from inside the beast’s ribcage, his intestines all fell out to the grassy floor in a blackened pool. I pulled back my hands, and the roots wavered in the air for a moment then retracted towards the earth. The tubers snuggled themselves deep in the earth, then were gone from sight as I stepped away.

  Without the support of the roots, the Wetiko’s body fell to the forest floor wetly and lay still. Its glazed, yellow eyes stared up at the cornflower blue sky, and I kicked aside its limp hand to move back towards my women.

  My minions still held their weapons, and Haruhi held up the massive book in front of her face as she shook. I’d forgotten that the sage came from the same chain of islands that Carmedy did, and I’d have to break her of her pacifist ways. The sage peeked out from behind the book, and her hazel eyes were filled with worry. Haruhi’s gaze shifted towards the Wetiko’s corpse,
and she gulped loudly as she held the book to her chest, but then she said something that surprised me.

  “We didn’t even get to fight.” The sage said in a disappointed tone, and my eyebrows raised.

  “Did you want to fight?” I chuckled as I wrenched the God Slayer free and slipped it back into my void pocket.

  Haruhi stammered for a second, and Rana’s red eyebrows shot up in surprise as she looked to her studious sister. A sly smile slipped over the fox’s features as she nudged Haruhi gently with her elbow.

  “Were you itching to get your first taste of blood?” Rana prodded, and the librarian flushed a deep crimson as she cutely hid her face.

  “I-I’ve never been in a fight, I’ve read about them in books, and the idea of getting into one…sounds fun.” Haruhi admitted as she tugged on a strand of her almost black hair and her words excited me.

  Carmedy had been reluctant to learn how to fight and kill, but it seemed that Haruhi would be much different. The sage looked down at her book then glanced sadly over at the weapons my others minions held. I crossed to her and placed a tender hand on her shoulder, and she raised her shaking hazel eyes to mine.

  “The dungeon awaits, you still will get to fight, don’t worry,” I told her as I gestured up the hill where I felt the god’s power beating from.

  “But I don’t have--” Haruhi went to speak, but I held up a single finger to stop her as I read her thoughts.

  “We will find you a weapon,” I told her as I let my hand drop from her shoulder and Haruhi’s plump lips closed, then upturned at the corners as she gave me an innocent smile.

  I turned and quickly climbed the hill as my minions followed after me. It wasn’t a long walk, but the silence of the woods continued as we climbed. No birds called, and no animals moved through the brush like they had earlier, and I knew it all had to do with the god we were dealing with.

  I glanced back at Haruhi, and the sage was alert, and her ears moved in tandem just like Rana’s and Carmedy’s. I’d sensed out the god already and knew who we were dealing with, but I wanted to test out the librarian’s extensive knowledge we’d seen before. Her hazel eyes met mine, and her eyebrows raised in question.