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Her body had seemingly morphed into my shape. It wasn’t like she was wide or stretched out. It was more like her pussy was designed to pleasure my cock. At least, that’s what my lust-filled mind was thinking. She was much more elastic than she had been before but still provided the perfect amount of resistance. Her insides were still hot, and they tightened around me.
I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling that if I was in the body of the goblin using his little pinky-finger penis, it’d feel just as amazing. Misty’s body would be whatever I wanted to be, and her pussy would be able to take whatever cock I wanted to pleasure her with.
I couldn’t help but start to thrust into her. Her moans grew louder, and she could no longer keep her arms straight, as they gave out, and she fell onto my chest, where her breasts pressed up against me, and her nipples dug into my skin. She had a surprisingly strong grip, and her fingers were clawing at my back as I rammed my dick into her.
“Misty..” I grunted, “It feels so good.”
“Me too.” She replied. “Master! My pussy is full!”
She was moaning uncontrollably, and as she did, she began to rock her hips in rhythm to my own. Every thrust made her jiggle. Her large breasts squished against me, and her thick ass bounced in the air. Thankfully, the large throne gave us ample room to move around. Although the Cyclops filled up the chair, it was sized for even larger bosses that might come in the future.
“M-Master..” she panted, “My body feels so hot. Master’s cock is amazing!”
Even her words felt honeyed in just the way I liked it. She moved more and more aggressively, like she was losing control and all she could think of was the pleasure my cock could give her. Misty closed her eyes, and I felt her arms grow limp, her nails scratching down my back. She leaned her head on my shoulder and started panting heavily, her breasts pressed up against me with every gasp.
“Master, it’s so deep,” she groaned, “my womb, it’s being pounded by your cock. I love it! It’s making me lose my mind! You’re stretching me so much! Master! Master! Master!”
Although her body was acting enthusiastically, there was an intrinsic shyness to her body. I didn’t know if it was a process of her demonification, or if Misty had always been this way, but she seemed to have a fairly submissive personality. She seemed flustered and embarrassed even though her hips kept bouncing up and down on my cock. It was a kind of juxtaposition that made her seem even cuter, which only seemed to inflame my desires even more.
We continued to fuck, our bodies moving together as one. My dick slid in and out of her with ease, her body accepting me wholeheartedly. The sounds of our flesh slapping together echoed throughout the chamber. I had no idea how much time had passed, and I didn’t care. I never wanted this to end.
After a while, though, I could tell that Misty was reaching her limit. Her breathing was ragged and her moans were becoming more desperate. She was trying her best to keep up with me, but her body was no match for my lust. I decided to give her a little reprieve, slowing down my thrusts and allowing her to catch her breath.
“Master…” Misty said, her voice barely a whisper.
I could feel her hot breath on my ear, and her body was practically glued to mine. Her tits were pressing into my chest, and her pussy was tightening around my cock.
“Yes, Misty?” I asked, trying to keep my composure.
“I want you to… I want you to cum inside me…” She panted through rugged breaths.
Her request was like a bolt of lightning shooting through my body. I didn’t even have to think about it.
“Of course,” I replied, giving her a quick kiss.
With that, I began fucking her with a renewed vigor. I was determined to make her cum first and to fill her womb with my seed.
She let out a surprised moan but quickly adapted to my new pace. She was enthusiastically matching my rhythm perfectly, and her pussy was milking my cock for all it was worth.
It didn’t take long before I could feel the pressure building up in my balls. I knew I was about to cum, and Misty seemed to be on the verge as well. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a silent scream.
“I’m cumming!” I shouted, “Misty!”
Her body was just too erotic. Even in the Cyclops’ body, and having already cum once, I couldn’t keep going.
She nodded, and her entire body shook. “Yes! Give me everything! Make my womb overflow! Fill me with your sperm, please!”
My hands squeezed her hips tightly as I shoved myself in as deep as possible. As I did, her insides began to tremble, and the muscles of her pussy started contracting and massaging the entirety of my cock, pulling out every last drop of my seed. The feeling of her warm juices squirting on my stomach was incredible. I had never felt anything like it before.
“Haaaahhh! Haaahhh!” She panted, “M-my belly is getting full of sperm…”
I couldn’t believe it, but I actually still had a lot of semen left, and after a moment or two, I had cum so much, her flat stomach was bulging slightly, and I was worried she would get a bellyache.
“That’s amazing,” she moaned, “it’s all pouring into me. Your seed, it’s so thick and warm…”
When my orgasm finally ended, I felt completely drained. We both lay panting on the throne, our bodies entwined. Meanwhile, both of our juices were dripping down from the throne seat. I’ll make the goblin clean it up later.
“Is this okay?” I suddenly asked, my lust finally subsiding for a moment of post-nut clarity.
“Mmm? Master?” She murmured, her head pressed against my broad chest.
“Are you okay having sex with me like this?” I asked, knowing my words sounded ridiculous after all of the things we did.
She pulled back, her head lowered, and her cheeks pink. “I will do whatever Master orders.”
“That’s… not what I mean.” I coughed. “Do you… hate me?”
She looked up in shock, and then quickly shook her head. “How could I hate Master? I would never hate Master!”
She seemed to be afraid at the suggestion, but I knew I wasn’t getting my point across properly.
“What I mean to say… is that I ruined your life, right? I caused you to feel hopelessness and despair. I turned you into a demon. How can you serve me now?”
She looked down for a bit and finally rose to meet my eyes. “Do you want me to be honest?”
“I do.” I nodded.
“I was angry at my failures, but I was angrier at myself. If I was better… if I was stronger…” She made a bitter expression. “It doesn’t matter now, I failed, and I’ve fallen.”
Her words didn’t necessarily make me feel better. “You must hate me.”
“Would someone truly hate a trial they must overcome?” she asked. “In truth, I didn’t know there was a person to hate until I fell.”
I felt a bit flummoxed. I supposed she was right. If a series of random bad events happened in your life, who would you blame? One time, it was a hole, another time, it was a goblin, a third time, it was a betrayal of a teammate. You had to know there was a hand behind your misfortune to connect them all and have any feeling about them at all, except perhaps regret.
“Now that you know the truth, now that you know it was all me, shouldn’t your emotions change.”
She looked uncertain for a moment, but she continued to answer. “When I became a demon, it was like there was a switch in my head that was flipped. I stopped being concerned with such trivial things.”
“What was it like?” I asked, very curious to understand where I stood with the current Misty.
“I tried to be strong.” Misty’s eyes grew watery. “I fought and I fought, and no matter what. However, when I had reached my end. When I knew there was no fixing what I lost, it was like a small voice sounded in my head. It told me that all of my pain would just go away… all of my suffering, and my misery, would disappear. As long as I submitted… I could live happily.”
“D-did it works?” I asked nervously.
Misty finally looked me in the eyes, and a gentle smile formed on her face. “Does Master need to ask? I have only been your demoness for a few hours, and I’ve already been allowed to feel a pleasure I never experienced in my life.”
“Ah, that… I mean… I did some of that before…”
“Master did pleasure me many times.” She nodded. “Every time I left the dungeon, although I was sore, I also had a little feeling of euphoria. Perhaps, that was why I was so determined to return. At the time, however, I was too caught up in my worries. I was depressed and desperate, and so I was never able to indulge in Master’s gifts. It was only in the end that I gave up on humanity, and succumbed to Master’s pleasure.” As she spoke, her hands coyly stroked my large, muscular chest.
I could feel my Cyclops dick hardening once again. It was still inside her, so as it hardened, the walls of her vagina started to spread apart once again. She let out a soft moan.
“Master… don’t stop.” She encouraged me.
I wanted to start fucking her again, but I still had some questions. “Why did you want to defeat my dungeon so desperately?”
I already had gleaned out most of the story between the words I had overheard and what Diamond had told me, but I still wanted to hear the story from her. Misty froze for a moment and then settled down with a sigh.
“I needed money.” She admitted frankly. “If I was able to defeat this dungeon, not only could I gain a rank and participate in higher paying jobs, but it would also meet the deficit I needed to free my sister.”
“You… have a sister?” I asked, assuming nothing about her from what I overheard.
“My sister and I are orphans.” She admitted. “She’s not my biological sister, but she is all I have. However, I left the orphanage and was discovered by the dungeon mistress. She trained me how to fight in dungeons, and I became a heroine. My sister got out a few years later, but she wasn’t as lucky as me to find a trainer. She ended up on the street and eventually ended up owing money. By the time I heard about it, it was too late. She had already been hired as a dilboy.”
“I’ve heard of dilboys,” I responded. “That’s like a woman raised to look like a young boy?”
“Mm!” She nodded. “I wanted to save her from being some rich woman’s sex toy. I only saw her once, and I know she is suffering…”
“Do you still want to save her?” I asked.
She paused for a second. “I’m… not sure Once, I would have thought her life was pitiable. However, having sex isn’t as bad as I thought.”
“Really?” I smirked, causing her to blush.
“I don’t think her life as a dilboy is the death sentence I once believed. That said, I still miss my sister. I want her with me.”
“You want her to become a demoness like you?” I asked in surprise.
She bit her lip. “If that is okay with Master?”
“Even if it means falling into despair?” I demanded, growing excited.
“If she can feel this peacefulness…” She touched her heart. “Then, it would be worth it.”
I didn’t know what she meant by peacefulness. Something about becoming a demon caused you to let go of your worries and submit to fate, or something like that. Of course, I wasn’t thinking about that, but the chance to nail Misty and her sister! What guy didn’t dream about banging two siblings? Well, two girls… this was a dilboy. The longer she was in their care, the more manly she’d be. That meant that if I wanted to save her, it’d need to be soon.
“I will work to save your sister. If you help me turn her into a demoness, then I will pay her.”
Her body shook in stunned silence as she stared at me. “W-will you?”
“I’ve been working on inscriptions. I sent Diamond to the surface to sell some of my stuff. If the profits are good, it might not take too long to raise the money.”
“Diamond is alive!” Misty blinked and then nodded to herself. “I thought I saw her when we… ahem… I thought it was delirium, seeing ghosts as I neared death. Does that mean she is a demoness like me?”
“Sort of…” I coughed, and then explained to her the truth, seeing no reason to keep things a secret.
“So, you can even bring back the dead? I never imagined dungeons could be so powerful.” Her body shook. “If I knew you were this incredible, I never would have fought so hard. If you promised to save my sister, I might have volunteered to become your slave.”
“Well, I’m still figuring things out myself.” I coughed. “I just wanted you to know that I do have some plans in the works.”
“Master, have you thought about the future of your dungeon?”
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
“If you do start getting more heroines and more points, what do you plan to do with them?” She asked.
“Survive?” I shrugged. “I just want to keep living, honestly.”
“You don’t have any other ambitions?” She asked.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Well, for example, what theme do you want your dungeon to undertake?”
“Theme?” I blinked.
“Every dungeon has a general motif. Some dungeons concentrate on powerful beasts, others on traps. There are dungeons filled with illusions. There are fire dungeons, water dungeons, and ice dungeons. Part of the reason I struggled to defeat your dungeon was because I couldn’t understand it. Every level was different from the previous. You had ice, puzzles, traps, monsters… they were all mixed together. That’s not how most dungeons work.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” I asked. “I survived, didn’t I?”
“It helped you survive in the short term, but you need to remember that dungeons in my world are only as tolerated as they are useful. I don’t mean to insult Master, this is just the way of things.”
I nodded. “Diamond said something similar. She said that if I wanted to continue to exist, I needed to make my dungeon appealing to heroines. She suggested I do this by filling my dungeon with magic equipment.”
She nodded hesitantly. “Rewards are a major motivator in which dungeons are tolerated and which are not, but there is also such a thing as marketability.”
“Marketability?”
“Well, take the C-ranked dungeon in Brail. It’s called the Dungeon of Lost Souls.”
“That sounds pretty ominous.” I blinked.
“Much of the dungeon is dedicated to attacks on the soul. If someone enters unprepared, they could find themselves an empty husk, or even possessed by an evil spirit. This is why the dungeon is considered too dangerous for F and D-ranked heroines. Only a C rank is allowed to enter, and even they need to move in groups of five or more.”
“That sounds horrible. Why would people enter such a dungeon?”
“Only some of a heroine’s strength is in their physical body.” Misty patiently explained. “One could say that between rank F-C, the primary factors are a person’s bravery, cunning, and physical strength. However, if someone wishes to become a rank that exceeds this, they must temper their soul. If you ever wish to enter the Ember Realm, this is a requirement.”
“So, people go to the dungeon of lost souls to temper their souls and reach the B rank?” I asked.
She nodded. “That’s right. I had already tempered my soul there, but for various reasons, I was never able to reach B rank.”
“I see, so what you’re saying is that my dungeon needs a gimmick… something that keeps heroines coming back to risk their lives.”
She nodded. “As an F-rank dungeon, you’ll already attract low-rank heroines who want to garner experience. There is no other low-rank dungeon in the area, so as soon as your dungeon is seen as relatively safe, more people will start to come. However, if the problem with low-rank heroines is their motivation.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Think of it this way. Who would be more likely to stop playing an instrument, someone who just started or someone who has taken lessons until they are an expert?”
“I see… so most F-rank heroines are just trying it out, and if they face too many challenges or are otherwise put off by a dungeon, they haven’t sunk too much time into it and would think nothing of quitting,” I predicted.
She nodded. “That… if a dungeon is too frustrating, they will quickly not do that dungeon, and if as a result, the dungeon doesn’t become popular to low-level people, then…”
“Then, my reason for being would cease to exist, and the guild would wipe me out.” I couldn’t help but sigh.
She nodded. “That’s why Master needs to create a way to market your dungeon.”
How could I do that? I had never taken a business class in my life. I didn’t know the first thing about selling stuff. The few times I had tried to sell stuff out of my parent’s basement, it usually blew up in my face.
“Do you have any ideas?” I asked since she had brought it up.
“I do.” She smirked, causing me to perk up. “This.”
When she spoke, she shifted her hips, causing my member to shift slightly inside her. Her cum-coated insides squished with various fluids, turning me on.
“Huh?”
“Pleasure.” She responded, blushing slightly. “You already have so many perverted traps and mobs…”
“Ah! That’s… um… just tricks to keep down the cost.”
Misty gave me a serious look. “Master, you may not realize it, but the world out there is devoid of men. Not everyone is satisfied playing house with each other. Many women are desperate for cock. If they weren’t, then dilboys wouldn’t be a thing…”
When she said that, I could see her look growing foggy, likely thinking back to her sister.
“Do you think it will work?” I asked as the silence lingered, causing her to snap back to the present.
“I kept coming back.” She blushed. “I think you’ll find the women of this world are more desperate for pleasure than you think. They want to know what it feels like to be manhandled, to be submissive… to be pleasured.”
“H-hey, you hips…” I complained as she started rocking her hips on my hardening cock.
“Please, Master, your cock has been teasing me for so long. Please give me pleasure.” She looked at it with her red, thirsty eyes.
“You are a demoness now.” I sighed as she waited patiently to continue. “Fine, make sure I’m pleasured before you finish.”
“For Master, always.” She lowered her body down.
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