Lewd Dungeon, Chapter 364

Chapter 364 – Too Powerful

Tyrone Brooks, leader of the Crimson Claws, took a breath to steady himself, just outside the chamber. It had been three days since the Golden Sabers returned with their report on beating the boss of the fifteenth floor, and everything that happened afterwards. And what a report it was. The whole team coming out enslaved to their leader was a surprise, but things like that had happened before in this dungeon. However, when the team goes in as four guys and two women, and comes out as one guy with a harem of five bimbo-figured beauties, that went far beyond the normal, even for the Forbidden Chambers, so everyone paid attention to what the Golden Sabers had to say.

Of course, most of the ‘after-action’ activities were only good as a cautionary tale. That sorceress fucked over herself and her whole team by acting without thinking things through. The only reason they hadn’t all died is because the Demon was fucking with them. Using them as a lesson to everyone else.

Tyrone Brooks

High Human Male

Level 20 Darksoul Bulwark / Battleslave Commander

Titles: Well-Endowed, Tough, Kinbreeder, Sadist, Violator, Devoted

Idly, he stroked the pendant around his neck, a symbol of Kuronoth the Dominator. Like most local followers of the God of Pleasure, Domination, and Dungeons, he still had a bit of a separation in his mind between Kuronoth, the God, and Kuronoth, the Demon of the Dungeon. Not that anyone actually believed they were separate, of course. But those who had actually met and spoken with him said that it seemed as though he kept the ‘dungeon boss’ and ‘divine’ parts of himself separate, most of the time, like the divide between a character, and the actor that played them, or how a politician tried to keep their personal life out of their political life. So, when talking about things in the dungeon, believers spoke of the Demon of the Dungeon, and when they talked about things outside, they spoke of Lord Kuronoth, the God.

This was especially important for him, since his class was on the Paladin track. Well, Dark Paladin, to be exact. Both were holy warriors of their chosen faith, with abilities to smite enemies and guard allies, but while the Paladin tended towards healing and holy smites, the Dark Paladin had more curses and taunts. He still had some healing spells, of course, but he mainly worked at keeping the enemy’s attention on him with those taunts and curses, rather than healing allies.

Jamie “Fuckpuppet” Foster

High Elf Male

Level 20 Dark Sage / Master Scribe

Titles: Genius, Accommodating, Masochist, Slave

“What do you think, Master?”

Tyrone turned to look at the man beside him. Well, biologically he was a man, at least, but even before the System, he’d made this weaking his bitch, even when the weaker man had technically been his boss at the corporate office they’d worked at, something that even the System recognized, given how [Appraise] listed his name. Still, he was well-trained, especially since getting the [Carnal Arts] skill, and the Archivist class he’d gotten during the Initialization had made him surprisingly versatile, so long as Tyrone managed to get new spell scrolls for him to learn from. Not as powerful as a Priest or Sorcerer, but far more versatile. The Scribe profession allowed him to pen new scrolls, and even make magical contracts, which was a nice bonus. So, it was worth keeping him around.

“We go in as planned,” Tyrone said. “The Golden Sabers showed that the plan will work, so long as everyone does their part. Fuckpuppet, you use those [Air-Walking Boots] to keep up, off the floor, and blast any adds that spawn, or anyone who gets knocked off the platform.” He would have liked to have the Dark Sage actually contributing to the main fight, but there was no way the sissy would actually be able to hang in close quarters.

Kailee “Slutwhore” Foster

High Human Female

Level 20 Dancer of Delights / Mistress of Pleasure

Titles: Well-Endowed, Accommodating, Masochist, Slave

Looking to Jamie’s wife, and his long-time slut, Kailee, he said, “Slutwhore, you get up in the Priest’s face, knock them off the platform, and then focus on keeping the Archer from doing anything I don’t like. If you can knock them off the platform, too, then that’s good, but they’re more agile, so probably won’t be as easy.”

The ranked-up Battledancer / Courtesan smiled at him, and said, “Of course, Master! I live to serve you, and your beautiful cock!”

Courtney “Sluttybitch” Foster

Succubus Female

Level 20 Shadowflame Warlock / Master Enchanter

Titles: Well-Endowed, Accommodating, Masochist, Sadist, Slave

“Mother, please! You can be a shameless slut for Master after we’re done with the fight,” sighed the Fosters’ twenty-year-old daughter and former Warlock / Enchanter. She was the second-in-command of this little group. Thoroughly his bitch, but she was a switch, and all too happy to let her dominant side out when keeping his other slaves in line.

“You’ll all be getting plenty of dick once this is done, provided you don’t fuck up,” Tyrone said, cutting off that line of conversation as he slapped the demon girl’s ass. “Courtney, I want you countering the Pharaoh’s spells as much as possible. If the scepter goes flying, you catch it and play keep-away. The Demon said that warlocks can touch it safely, so that’s on you.”

“Of course, Master,” she bowed. “I won’t fail you.”

Keeshana “Babydoll” Brooks

High Human Female

Level 20 Shadowblade Tempest / Master Assassin

Titles: Well-Endowed, Kinbred, Accommodating, Masochist, Slave

“What about me, Master?”

Tyrone looked at his sister, and his first slut, and grinned, “Get in close to the Pharoah, interrupt his spells when you can, and try to disarm him. He’s the biggest threat, and you’re our biggest damage dealer. Even if most of your big attacks won’t work on undead, you’re still plenty dangerous, Babydoll.”

Sarah “Coxsucker” Cox

High Halfling Female

Level 20 High Priestess / Master Chef

Titles: Slave, Accommodating, Masochist, Devoted

Then, he turned his attention to the last slut in his party, though she was far from the last of his slaves. Couldn’t forget the bitches at his pad (which used to be Jamie’s) in Miami, looking after the kids and keeping the place in order. Which actually tied into how Sarah had joined his harem.

Coxsucker had been a social worker, before the System. Showed up at his old house, after the some of his sister’s classmates started talking about how both she and their mother, who was a teacher at Kee’s high school were both starting to get baby bumps, but no one saw them out with anyone other than Tyrone. So, social worker came out, right as the System came online. Coxsucker got the ‘privilege’ of being the first girl to get his [Slave Brand]. Officially, she was one of the many who died during the initial craziness of the Initialization.

When the Church of Kuronoth started spreading, he forced all his slaves to convert with him. They’d made money fighting goblins in Boca, and some of the different monsters that appeared out west of Miami. Made enough that, even with five kids on the way, they were easily able to keep up with the expenses.

Soon as the portal between Miami and Swamptown opened, though, they took the team name of the Crimson Claws, and shifted to diving the dungeon for their main revenue, and started really moving up in levels. As a bonus, the cleansing potions the girls kept taking to deal with some of the ‘side effects’ of going through the dungeon meant they might as well be on the pill, so they weren’t getting any more brats on the way. For them, at least. The other bitches at the house weren’t getting off so easily. They were just lucky he had other things to do than keeping them all knocked up.

Looking down at the halfling woman, who stood right at dick-sucking height, he said, “Coxsucker, you make sure and keep everyone healed up. You best not fuck up, or I’ll forget that I promised not to go find your wife and let her know that you haven’t been dead this whole time.”

The priestess stiffened at the threat, and said, quickly, “I would never do that, Master! It is best if Amy doesn’t know I’m alive. Not after everything you’ve made me do.”

“Like you haven’t enjoyed every bit of it, slut,” laughed his Babydoll. “You were certainly moaning like a whore last time he used you like a self-lubricating fleshlight. And seeing Captain Hentai stuff all your holes never gets old.”

“Shut it,” Tyrone ordered, as he readied his warhammer and shield. “Everyone knows what they’re doing, so let’s get to it. The Golden Sabers may have been the first to beat this boss, but we’re going to be the first to get past it, and see what the Dungeon has in store after this. Now move it!”

The fight went just as they planned it. Fuckpuppet used their boots to stay off the ground, allowing them to more stably fire spells at any undead that were outside the relative safety of the barrier. Slutwhore used her powerful kicks to knock both the Priest and Archer off the platform, where curses and her husband’s spells kept them out of the fight. Sluttybitch, Babydoll, and Coxsucker all joined with him going four on three with the rest of the undead, and five on three after Slutwhore got involved. When they disarmed the Pharaoh, things went downhill for the undead after that, especially since Sluttybitch made sure to keep the scepter away from everyone.

OK, so it wasn’t as easy as just showing up and everyone falling over. The undead still put up a good fight, but without the big soul-stealing threat, the curse tiles taken out of the picture, and two of the other threats kept out of the fight almost start to finish? Yeah, there was never any doubt in his mind what would happen.

Loot:

Soul-Stealing Scepter

Cock-ring of Carnal Rejuvenation

Golden Scarab Shield

Sage’s Robes of Servitude

Bone Dagger of the Slave-Assassin

2000 gp

The loot was mostly straight-forward. Five pieces was a little higher than normal for a boss, but one of the pieces was a direct drop from the boss, instead of something generated in the chest. Literally, Sluttybitch was still holding the Pharaoh’s scepter, though it looked like it had changed somewhat.

Soul-Stealing Scepter

Type

Tool

Rank

Lesser Artifact

Price

25000 gp

Weight

4 lbs

This serpent-shaped scepter, made of gold and topped with a red crystal set in the jaws of the cobra head, is a potent weapon in the hands of any Warlock, Construct, or Undead creature. The crystal is capable of holding a single soul within it.

Steal Soul – Touch a living creature with the scepter and spend a charge. If the creature’s soul is unbound to another source, then it is removed from the creature’s body, and stored within the crystal.

Drain Soul – While the crystal is filled, the wielder may drain the captured soul of power in order to bolster their own spells. By draining a level’s worth of XP from the soul, you can add the soul’s highest attribute to your own attributes when determining the effect of your next spell.

Consume Soul – You can consume a captured soul entirely, draining it of all its power in one fell swoop. This destroys the captured soul, with not even enough of it remaining to go to its afterlife. In exchange, you are restored to full HP and MP and purged of any negative effects or conditions. Dying while holding the scepter triggers this condition automatically.

Swap Souls – Touch a living creature with the scepter and spend two charges. The soul trapped within the crystal trades places with the creature’s soul permanently.

Free Soul – Release the trapped soul, either as part of resurrecting them, or to send them to their afterlife.

Soultrap – If the wielder of this scepter dies while the crystal is unoccupied, their soul is immediately stolen by the scepter, and a charge is spent. If anyone other than a Warlock, Construct, or Undead touches this scepter while the crystal is empty, their soul is stolen by the scepter, and a charge is spent.

When all charges have been spent, the scepter crumbles into sand, leaving only the crystal (and the soul within, if there is one) behind.

10 uses remaining

The other items were nice. A cock-ring that not only improved his performance, but made it so getting busy actually restored his HP, MP, and stamina, as well as that of whoever he was fucking. A shield designed to look like a golden bug that was a good upgrade on his current one. A new set of robes for Fuckpuppet, that improved his spells while following his Master’s orders. And a dagger for Kee that would absolutely devastate anyone she managed to sneak attack with it. But none of them compared to the Artifact.

Sure, the limited charges were a problem, but the thing was POWERFUL. Too powerful, really. This wasn’t like having a new Charger when everyone else was driving Mazdas. This was like rolling up in the middle of Model City with a brand-new Lambo or Porsche, dripped out in gold chains and shiny new Rolexes. That was just asking to get robbed, you know?

Or, more like, it was walking past the police precinct with a rocket launcher. Outside of video games like GTA, that got ALL the attention, of the kind that led to a life expectancy that dropped at muzzle velocity. Tyrone hadn’t lived this long, despite everything, by being stupid.

“Put that thing in your inventory, Sluttybitch. We’ll turn it over to the Guild when we get back up top. That shit’s a live grenade, and I don’t want it going off anywhere near us. Everyone else, let’s move. We’re gonna see what these new floors are all about.”