Lewd Dungeon, Chapter 244

Chapter 244 – Guild Hall

The fight, or rather scrimmage, was a fun one. We had a simple battle to first blood from the torso. Nothing fancy, but the Russians were definitely a team that could have given me trouble if I was fighting them for real. Rustem was a very competent fighter, who clearly had come by his levels honestly, along with his little sisters/slaves/lovers.

That was an interesting home situation they had. Not that I could complain about what others did in their home lives, with how I operated, but enslaving your sisters and turning them into your lovers? Combined with the huge sword, I had to wonder whether the Russian was their version of a weeb, playing out his harem protagonist fantasies.

But, again, if someone wanted to live their lives like they were in an eroge, why should I stop them? Especially if they were followers of mine? No, I wasn’t that kind of god. So, I just wished him well, and gave him an item that would reduce the risk of negative consequences in his kids, should he have any.

As the warriors from Russia left the dungeon, I turned my attention outward. It was almost time for my meeting with Miguel and the Ambassador. They wanted to know what was going on, and I didn’t mind letting them in on the news.

With a thought, I let the armor fade away, replaced by black slacks and a jacket, with a button-up shirt and no tie. Classy casual, as I called it. Basically, something that wouldn’t look out of place if I walked into a high-end club.

With a wave of my hand, I opened a portal to the shrine in the Miami Adventurer’s Guild building. There was a moment of shocked silence from the adventurers heading towards the main portal leading to Swamptown. For most of them, it was the first time they’d seen me outside of the dungeon proper.

“Well, isn’t this a lovely reception,” I smirked, as I walked up to a random female adventurer. She was a lovely ebony girl, with an ass you could bounce quarters off of. Big, yet tight and firm, just like I liked them. I couldn’t help but smile as her mouth fell open as I grabbed her butt through her leather pants, and said, “What is your name, my pretty?”

The adventurer pretended to be a fish out of water for a moment, and then said, “Shakenya. B-but, you’re the Demon of the Dungeon! You’re not supposed to be here!”

I grinned at her, and said, “Yes, well, I’m more than just the Demon of the Dungeon, you know? I’m also a god. And gods are not nearly so restricted as the being I was before.” As I spoke, my hand slipped down the curve of her backside, and between her legs, rubbing the leather covering her crotch, pulling it slightly back and forth. Just enough to entice. “I am here for a meeting with Grandmaster Miguel and the Ambassador. Why don’t you come with me, hmm? You can show me the way to the conference room.”

Shakenya took a breath, and was about to say something, but I put my finger over her lips. “The words you’re looking for should be, ‘Yes, Sir.’ Or, if it makes you feel better, you can call me Master.” Her eyes widened, and I smiled, but before I could say anything else, a new presence entered the little pocket of my domain that filled the portal room.

“Ahem.”

Looking up, I smiled, as I saw Miguel standing there. “Ah, Miguel! What a pleasure. I was just about to get one of your lovely adventurers to show me to the conference room, since I haven’t been here before, in the flesh.”

The Grandmaster of the American Adventurers’ Guild shook his head, and said, “I’m sure. Fortunately, my assistant felt your coming, so I figured I’d come down and show you around. If you would let go of the girl, we can go to the conference room I’ve had set aside, and talk.”

“Ah, yes, I guess I should work first, and then play?” I sighed, acting put upon. Then, I pulled the stunned woman in closer, and whispered in her ear, before releasing her with a loud smack across her rear. With a roguish wink, I turned away from her, and followed Miguel, who was just shaking his head. The reactions of the other adventurers never even rose to the point where I needed to pay attention to them.

As we walked through the halls of the guild hall, Miguel sighed. “You know, Kuronoth, there’s really nothing I or anyone can do to stop you from doing your own thing in the dungeon, but I would ask you to at least control yourself when you’re visiting the guild hall. The last thing we need is someone deciding that the guild, which is still a majority male, is offering a hostile work environment, and filing a harassment suit against us. So, please, for my sake?”

“Ah, come on, Miguel. When you see a lovely, finely-sculpted body like that one, you just have to reach out and touch it, no? But, fine, if it would make you feel better, I will try and constrain just how appreciative I am of the scenery while I’m in your domain.”

The Grandmaster sighed in relief. “That’s all I ask. If we get shut down because of a lawsuit, or someone forces a change, it could cause all kinds of trouble. There are some who want a more ‘progressive’ outlook from the guild, and think that I’m wrong for not ‘fighting back’ against the things you’ve done.” I raised an eyebrow, and he just shrugged. “They’re idiots who don’t know how the world works, but they’re loud idiots, and that is problematic.”

“You could just send them to me, you know. A run through the dungeon would probably do them good. And, if something were to happen, and they needed a bit of rescuing, then I could easily persuade them to sign a contract that would take them out of play for a while.”

Miguel stiffened, but did not automatically reject the idea. “I’ll keep that in mind. So far, they’re not worth the backlash that might result of them becoming martyrs.” He shook his head, and said in a tone that was clearly trying to change the subject, “So, what did you whisper in the girl’s ear?”

“Oh, just the usual. Offers of power and incredible sex, if she became my plaything. We’ll see whether she actually responds, or not. But I’m thinking that she’ll at least be somewhat receptive. After all, she never tried to get away from my fingers.”

“That’s because you were using the [Seduction] skill on her.”

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”

Miguel just shook his head, clearly giving that discussion up as a lost cause. He’d already gotten my promise to not be as playful in public, anyways. With a smile, I decided to change the subject.

“So, I was listening to prayers recently, and I got a very thankful one from your receptionist. She was so happy that, after you collared her, you went and bent her over the desk like that. She went into great detail, too. Really, her prayer was more like a Penthouse Forum letter.”

Miguel groaned as he held his face in his hand, but I just clapped him on the shoulder. “No, no. I’m happy for you, my friend, I really am. You have a lovely lady there. Quite eager to serve you in every way imaginable, and would have even if you hadn’t put the collar on her. But now, you can better protect her from other, less savory sorts.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Earth is getting more and more open to the aliens. There are already three alien churches making strong inroads, and trade has already begun. Eventually, high-ranking alien adventurers will come here for an ‘exotic vacation’, since they know that they can crush the locals if need be. Those types often pay lip service to the local guilds, but they got their strength by fighting, so they tend to be the types who take what they want. An uncollared beauty is ripe for the taking, in their minds.”

Miguel frowned. “That is disturbing. I’ll need to talk with the Ambassador about that. Hopefully there will be a way to control them, or at least make it so that the Guild doesn’t suffer for what these foreign adventurers get up to.”

I nodded. “Well, for a price, I can try and get you in touch with guilds elsewhere in the galaxy. But it won’t be cheap, since I’d have to go through intermediaries, or arrange for my worshippers to get an audience with them. And, well, for some reason my church is not the most welcome in some areas.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

I laughed at Miguel’s comment, spoken with just the perfect amount of droll humor. “Oh, yes, I totally agree. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to avoid speaking with me, or mine. All I want is to spread pleasure, and a bit of domination, everywhere I go.”

“More than a little domination, from what I’ve seen. And you seem to have a questionable view of ‘consent’.”

“Oh, there’s nothing questionable about it. I simply go by the motto of ‘fuck around and find out’. If you enter the dungeon, you consent that death, or worse, can happen to you. If someone walks into the lion’s den wearing a meat suit, then you don’t blame the lions for having a snack.

“On the other hand, I keep free people who don’t want to go into the dungeon from being forced in. And when I’m out and about, like now, well, I would have stopped if that scrumptious piece of ass had said anything. But she never said ‘no’, or ‘stop’, did she? So that’s as good as a ‘yes’.”

“You know that ‘implied consent’ doesn’t really cut it for a lot of things, especially with sex, right? In fact, I believe there was a youtube video recently using tea as an analogy for consent. You might look it up, if only to save on legal fees.”

I waved Miguel off. “Ah, details. Insignificant details. And, speaking of lawyers, that reminds me! Don’t be surprised if, in a few days, a few more shrine-ships show up, and start landing over in Swamptown. I have a few guests from out of town that will be coming in for business, and I promised to make a few introductions to the locals.”

“Do I want to know?”

“Oh, there’s nothing wrong, honestly. It is more like the first three churches that visited, than those silly Pofmisians. But I will need to make some introductions to those in the legal profession.”

“Any firms in particular?”

“Well, for sure I’d like the District Attorney, and maybe get someone from Amnesty International, if I can. Then, I’d just a big firm that does contract law, and invite them. That should cover the bases.”

“You know, listing those groups all together makes me very worried.”

I laughed, and shook my head. “Oh, don’t worry so much, Miguel! It will be perfectly fine, I promise you. Look, I’ll explain it all to you and the Ambassador once we get into the meeting.”

“Explain what to me?”

I turned around sharply at the sudden new voice. It had been a long time since anyone had surprised me, but then, I wasn’t in my dungeon at the moment. Looking around, I noticed that, at some point, Miguel had gotten us to the conference room. And that the conference room was not, in fact, empty.

With a wide smile, I looked over at the Fimaazro Ambassador, Nyca Zygrash, dressed in what looked like a very traditional Japanese kimono. Evidently, she was adjusting quite well to having the primary consulate for her people in Japan. Certainly, she was looking quite healthy, so obviously living on Earth didn’t disagree with her. She, at least, didn’t back away when I took her hand and kissed it.

“Ah, Madame Ambassador! What a pleasure to see you again! I hope you weren’t waiting long?”

The Ambassador rolled her eyes, but I caught a hint of a smile. “No, I just got here before Miguel went to collect you, and keep you out of mischief. But, if we could get down to business?”