Fighting Them There

### Fighting Them There ###

### Fighting Them There ###

### Chapter Thirty-Four ###

### Chapter Thirty-Four ###

"It is a very beautiful dress," Max said. He wasn't too proud to flatter her on the subject, but in that case he really meant it. The dress Lamiryl had made was gorgeous. Red cloth made into ruffles that had real body to them without being stiff. It was like a flower, petals stacked on one another to create a beautiful whole. He hadn't really imagined such a dress could be made for such a body type, but the Shadow Elf tailor did amazing work.

Luhgra held up her stuffed animal. "{With this dress,} Worg {can fight the monsters. She's like:} Rar! {I have the prettiest dress. And the monsters will be like: Oh no,} Worg {has too pretty of a dress!}" The child shook her toy around to simulate the battle that would occur.

Sadly, there were limitations on how much Max could indulge her under the circumstances. "I'm sorry," he told her, "Worg is going to have to stay here and protect you while your mommies go and fight the monsters out there. But you'll have Lamiryl and Cat to keep you company. And Becky will bring you snacks." He patted the child on the head. Then after Luhgra thrust her companion forward, he patted the furry toy on the head as well. "One day you will go fight them there, but we have to wait until your class comes in. Uh... just like Worg needs her dress, you need your powers." The orcish child looked at him defiantly, like she was expecting him to relent. Sighing, he turned to Ulzhari and tagged out in the hopes that she had better luck.

The Bloodletter was already in full armor, but there were still portions of her skin that were visible bare through the stretchy holes in the black jumpsuit that underlay the green chitinous plates of her over-armor. She picked up Luhgra and Worg both in her powerful arms and oinked softly at her daughter. At their daughter, Max reminded himself. "Luhgra," she murmured, "{your mommies are going to be fighting monsters just outside this building. We really need to know that you and} Worg {are safe. You'll be helping your mommies by being safe. We need you to be safe, Sweety. You're so important to us.}" Sometimes it was easy to forget that Ulzhari was named after the flower of a plant raised for its sugar content, but at times like that, Max could really see it.

Satisfied that she had an important mission to uphold by staying in the bedroom, Luhgra began explaining how she was going to defend the room from monsters with Worg's help. It was good enough. It had to be.

They weren't more than a few steps outside the room when Max found himself exhaling a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Thank you for that, Ulzhari. I don't know what I would do if Luhgra was running around where giants were stomping." Keeping Luhgra in "her" room wasn't just about keeping her in a relatively familiar place, it was also about keeping her out of the final room. Max thought that the monsters would attack the top of the pyramid and work their way down, but he wasn'tcertainthat they weren't going to tunnel straight there. He wasn't even certain that the monsters were going to start at the outskirts of the dungeon. For all he knew, the monsters might come right in through the final door.

Ulzhari oinked happily at the recognition. The fact that she was making sounds at all was a little surprising, as in the last several missions she had been going into battle with an Essence lock in her mouth that rendered her completely silent. In this battle, they needed to be able to defend multiple places at once, and they had access to communication headsets. The benefits of the Essence lock were considerable, but this time Max felt that the benefits of being able to hear Ulzhari's words was even more important.

But even without the Essence lock, he still had something he needed to do. "Where do you want the Essence?" he asked.

The orc paused and then sank to her knees right on the stone floor. "{Please fuck my boggy mouth hole Master,}" she said with a heavy grunt. She opened her mouth into a yawning abyss, showing her tusks and also her outstretched tongue that would act as a safe harbor between them.

Max wasn't certain that his class' translation ability always worked as well as he wanted it to. He had no doubt that he had understood what she had literally said, but he suspected that what she had said was a lot morefigurativelydirty and a lot lessliterallydirty in her actual native language. In any case, her offer was attractive, and he had no trouble getting an erection in response to the invitation the powerful orcish woman had given him. Ulzhari was strong in a way that was physically obvious rather than being hidden within the benefits of her hunter's rune. She had arms that were thicker than most human's legs, and it wasn't because she was fat. When she surrendered to him, when she allowed him to take control of her head while he thrust his cock into her receptive mouth, that was something she wanted to do. She wanted to submit to him, to suck his cock, to drink his cum. Ulzhari could easily overpower him, so substantial was her strength that her fists could punch through stone. And yet, she let him take control, set herself adrift on a current that was his to determine.

"Glnk. Glnk. Glnk." Involuntary strangled oinking sounds came forth as his cockhead hit the back of her throat. She could easily pull or push to give herself literal breathing room, but she chose not to. She chose to gag on his cock until his semen spurted forth. When he came in her mouth, her eyes rolled back into her head. He knew the acquirement of his Essence game them pleasure, but this was so much more than that. She loved swallowing his cum, loved the idea of him dominating her face. "Nnng." She ostentatiously swallowed, wanting him to know that she had done so. "Thank you, Master Max." With just the two of them, she could simply speak in her native dialect and his class would translate her words well enough. Sometimes she preferred to meet him more than half way and speak English to him. This had been one of those times.

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"It's a chest," Fiona said simply. Pribatar and Kwrtzl agreed with her assessment after Max had repeated it. There were three others, and seemingly they were all unique in the same way.

Doctor Heidi Kwok scrolled through wavelength filters on her pad. "Why doesn't it have a sigil on it?" That was the big question on everyone's minds. Every chest had a sigil on it that said who could open it without making it explode, and how powerful a toy they were going to get if they did. A chest without a sigil just wasn't a thing that happened.

The two members of the team from Nemesis Worlds seemed fine with it, and so Max asked them what they thought about it. "{Chests always start with no sigil,}" Kwrtzl explained patiently, {they don't develop sigils until they have decided who their owner is.}"

The temptation to get into the weeds of trying to figure out who they were in this instance was intense, but Max was on a pretty tight time limit. Instead he relayed Kwrtzl's answer and inquired with Pribatar if she agreed. It seemed that she broadly did. "{The chests come into being because the dungeon is stationed, but they don't imprint until the conqueror generates enough death.}" When she was asked why the hunters of the Alliance found chests that they could open, her answer implied that she didn't think it was a huge problem for her worldview. "{If the Barbarians overcome the dungeon's defenders, they would naturally produce enough death to usurp the imprinting.}"

Max thought it was interesting that Pribatar's impulse was to describe humans, elves, and orcs as "Barbarians," as the word Kwrtzl had used had been translated to him the same way. It was a rabbit hole that was very tempting to run down, but it was a discussion for another day. "So if the monsters who are going to invade us today break through to here, the chests will become theirs, right?" The Tartarian and Mictlanian agreed this was what would happen. "So what would happen if we just... got rid of them?"

"{Don't do it Master!}" Kwrtzl growled.

"{Absolutely not!}" Pribatar agreed.

Apparently there were only very limited places that a chest could be placed without becoming a massive power drain on the dungeon. If he wanted to get them out of a stationable room, he needed to have an accessible treasure room. He thought back to some of the places that chests had been found, and concluded that "accessible" was one of those terms with a very precise legal or technical definition.

Having nowhere to move the chests to, proceeded with the next agenda item. "For the moment, I want you guys on the fifth floor. We don't want to be overstationing the pagoda longer than we have to. Once we know where the monsters are coming in and what our plans are, you'll probably need to come up. But at least for now, stay here." The overstationing penalties started coming in fast, but not so fast that the sortee team couldn't gothroughthe pagoda while the rifle team was doing their thing. But it was certainly fast enough that he'd pay a price to have them wait for the invasion on top of the pyramid rather than down a single flight of stairs in a separately stationable room.

Kwrtzl's tail swished in a manner that made him think she was feeling frisky. "{Master} Mahaks, {can you give us your Essence now? Please?}"

A quick check confirmed that Pribatar and Fiona were also excited to be a part of the plan, which left one person out. "Doctor Kwok, you don't have to stay for this."

The scientist made a furtive expression combining embarrassment and slyness. "Actually, Hunter Mitchell, it would probably be better if I stayed. You're going to be transferring your power, right? So naturally I should... record you. With the hyperspectral camera. For science." As her explanation continued to fall out of her mouth, she sounded progressively less sly and more embarrassed.

"Well, OK," Max shrugged, "but we're going downstairs to the bedroom. Pribatar has never had sex in an actually comfortable place." He left the unsigiled chest where it was and went down the stone steps. The others followed him.

The master bedroom had enough space for all of them on or off the bed, and plenty of space for Doctor Kwok to set up her hyperspectral camera in a place that could image anything happening on the bed. Fiona tried to explain to the two conquerors how it was going to work, but the three women were from different worlds and did not share a language. They ended up watching her strip out of her black dress and pantomime being ravished by Max while lying naked on her back. Kwrtzl caught on immediately, but Pribatar seemed pretty confused.

The Captivator was willing to be disrobed, even if she seemed to be somewhat perplexed about what was going on. Her black and red robes opened easily, revealing her slender body and her porcelain skin. She had a strange ashen cast to her flesh, seeming much paler than others with less coffee notes in their skin color. Sophie's tan might not be as dark in an absolute sense, but she had a healthy glow that Pribatar completely lacked.

Max crawled between her legs. "I'm going to lick your pussy, Pribatar. That should get you ready for my dick." Her mouth opened in response, giving him a look at her fangs. It was unnerving, and slightly threatening, but the gasps that issued from that mouth sounded as pleased as they were surprised when his upper lips touched her lower lips.

"{Master,}" she gasped, "{I feel strange.}"

"Hmm?" Max took his mouth off her cunt long enough to ask the most important question. "Good strange or bad strange?" She seemed reticent to say, and so he stopped licking her smooth vagina. "Tell me, Slave. Good strange or bad strange?"

She quivered. She squirmed on the bed. She tried to lift her groin into his face. A soft whine issued from the Mictlanian corrupter. "{Master... it's strange. It's... it feels good!}" That was all he needed. Max brought his tongue back to her opening. She opened for him, she ground herself against his face. She was not wet, but she was not rough. Pribatar's body wasn't even warm, at least not by human standards. It really called to mind licking a teacup rather than a pussy. "{Master, it feels so good!} Kwehhhhh!" And then she was finally producing fluid of her own. The juice of her orgasm was a bit salty and metallic, but Max appreciated the different flavors that each of his women provided.

Finally presented with a pussy that was wet enough for him to feel confident in entering her with his cock. He crawled up her body, placing kiss after kiss on her muscled abdomen and then up to take a nipple into his mouth. She produced a fluid from her nipple that reminded him of hot dog water. It was erotic in context, but in any other situation he would have preferred to drink cow's milk. However, with the actual context of having a beautiful alien woman lactating into his mouth, he found himself emboldened to ram his cock into her newly wettened pussy. Squelch! It was a sound that he would find embarrassing if there wasn't a woman clamping down on his dick with vaginal muscles powered by orgasmic spasms and literal magic. As it was, he blasted her with a spurt of his Essence and they both convulsed in pleasure.

"Did you get all that?" Fiona asked.

Doctor Kwok bashfully looked at her pad. "Yes I did." There was a lot of spectral layers to sift through.

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Miriam lay on her belly and dipped her gloved hands into the water of the bath. The logic of deploying her in the final room was solid, but that didn't mean that she didn't think it was going to be both boring and distressing. One of the ways they could potentially lose was to have the enemy figure out a way to dig under or through the pyramid and just claim the door. As they understood the rules, that would still trigger an immediate dungeon break, and probably send all the hunters to whatever Home World was being invaded. If that happened, the assumption was that the non-hunters on their team would be left behind, and there was no way of knowing if Max could get back.

It seemed like an oddly specific and unlikely course of events to worry about, but Max had been happy to quote various siege battles that had been won because of the activities of sappers. Sapper was the name of a hunter class, runes for the concept existed in the Ancient language. For her part, Miriam could detect enemies digging in well before the tunnel connected to the room, and any enemy foolish enough to contend with a Geomancer while digging a tunnel was in for a rough time. And that's why it was Miriam who had been detailed to babysit all of Doctor Kwok's gear.

Despite the attractiveness of climbing into the warm mineral water, she had to wear her dungeon equipment. She really didn't want to get her dungeon shoes full of liquid, especially when she thought it likely that she'd be called upon to run up five flights of stairs to push invaders off the pyramid. Her gloves were waterproof, and as long as she didn't dip deep enough for the water to get in around the elbow, her hand stayed dry. And so she lay on her belly and scooped warm water onto her face. While wearing her dungeon equipment, her resistance to heat was so substantial that she could splash herself with boiling water and have that be an enjoyable experience, but the merely warm water of the bath was still nice.

"I'm in position," she spoke into the headset. It too was waterproof, or at least water resistant up to a depth that could not be achieved in any pool or well the dungeon had to offer. Other voices chimed in on the line to announce that others were also in their respective positions. Miriam was technically in position anywhere on the first floor, there was no need to stand in front of the door itself. An attack could come from any direction, and she could detect an attempted intrusion just as well from the bath or the toilet. Lying on her belly just made sense because of how sore her asshole was.

Normally when a hunter came to the dungeon, their intestines would arrive empty in the process. The dungeon gate allowed nothing through but hunters and dungeon equipment, and so the remnants of meals past would be left behind. It was why they stood on tarps when using the dungeon gate, and Miriam did not envy the janitors who had to clean it up. A useful side effect of that was that when they arrived in the dungeon, their asses wereclean, so clean that Max felt happy with sticking his cock into them. This time they'd come into the dungeon through a different gate, and the contents of their intestines were left undisturbed. She understood why Max might not want to filth his cock under such circumstances, but Chaeryn and Chloe were so disappointed when he put the Essence locks into their buttholes lubricated only with spit.

Miriam did not have to settle for that. She used her own magic to clean herself out so that she could be properly sodomized before the battle. It felt like she'd been pooping gravel even before Max pushed his cock into her asshole. That was the most painful that butt sex had ever been with her master, and surprisingly she found that she liked it that way. She liked it a lot. It was enough to make her wonder if she should get Max to use the mana conduit on her. Fiona had been getting more and more into having pain during her sex sessions with their master, and Miriam was beginning to think she was onto something.

But she was still resting on her belly. The prospect of putting any weight on her backside did not appeal.

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The time was almost upon them, and that meant the biggest question needed to be answered. "Of course you should suck his dick," Sophie exclaimed impatiently, "Master's Essence makes you strong."

Chaeryn concurred. "When our master puts his Essence into you, it makes your activities consume less stamina. Functionally it is the same as having more stamina during this battle. Further, it makes attacks reduce your durability be a smaller amount. It could be the difference between life and death." The Shadow Elf had made sure there was a stack of dummy arrows at each corner of the pagoda, but she also had a battle rifle assigned to her. Apparently her powerful shot ability worked with the rifle, and though it wasn't a magical weapon it could fire everything in its thirty-round magazine in a very small amount of time.

The three guardians were obviously of five minds about the idea, exchanging looks with each other as well as stealing furtive glances at Max's pants. Leticia seemed more inclined to take such a step, while Luna seemed to have the most trepidation. Max tried to split the difference. "You don't have to give me a blowjob. The Essence bonus kicks in if you take inanyof my fluids. So if I put saliva into your mouth, that's enough. We can just kiss."

"It's true," Sophie said in a tone of voice that indicated that she didn't think that it actually was, "but thequalityof the Essence does matter. Max's semen isbetterthan his sweat or saliva. It lasts longer, and the extraction feels... more rewarding." The Valkyrie made like she was ice skating as she floated a few centimeters above the pagoda's floor toward Leticia. "Come on, we're wasting time. The monsters are almost here, just get it over with."

Specialist Clark was the first to come to a decision. "I think she's right. We need all the help we can get, and that means drinking his cum." She began unbuttoning her shirt, demonstrating how much more impressive her cleavage had recently become.