by Dave Qymlore
"You sure look good from where I'm floating. Why don't you take a look around your core chamber? I think it's time for me to explain what it is a dungeon core can do. I hope you like it." She flew over to one of the immense walls, where a golden frame took up a good portion of the wall. But there was still plenty of space left, which was taken up by the ultra-violent, super-sexual images that oddly allured him, making his new cock rise up slightly.
"Would you like to take a little break before I initiate you? For some ... fun?" She fluttered down to stand before him. He was a good ten inches taller than her, and her frame was slender, except for the hard to believe curvature of her breasts, hips, and behind. If the world's most renowned sculpture had been asked to create a likeness of what they imagined to be the most perfect body for carnal desire, they could not have come up with something as good.
"Fun?" his dick started to rise at the thought of what she could mean, and she stepped closer to him.
"I think you should know right now that I am anything but shy or indirect. It's not in my nature to be dishonest or ... withholding ... from my god."
"I am your god," he affirmed. The idea hadn't hit him yet. "Then what are you to me?"
"Your follower, your assistant, your slave—your property."
"Does that you mean you are under my command?"
"What do you think it means? Of course," she said, smiling widely as thought her question had not been tinged with sarcasm. She moved closer to him, her body's heat actually affecting his own somehow even from . Maybe this had something to do with the fact that he was no longer just a normal man.
"You feel warm," he said.
"Oh, I'm more than just warm. And you can feel that because you're not just a common human now. You are a dungeon core."
"But you keep saying I'm a 'dungeon core.' What does it mean? This is no dungeon, and you say there are no other living souls down here. A dungeon is a place where captives are held, criminals and condemned men—"
"And women too," she countered with a wicked grin, "Don't forget that women can be chained up in dungeons too, taking their punishment." With that, she turned her body to the side and arched her back, making a clear display of her immaculate curves from a profile point of view."
"Yes, I suppose so." Lothar was not in the least bit naive to the ways of women. He knew that she was trying to tempt him with her powers of sex. It was working far better than he would admit, but he was also willful enough to be able to keep his wits about him—at least try to pretend her body, her delicious scent, the way her pink lips seemed to be always slightly wet, were not having any effect on him. If he gave in so easily to her temptations, it would leave him exposed to any nefarious plans she was hiding.
"Enough," he said, waving a dismissing hand at her and turning to pace around the huge chamber. "Tell me more about this dungeon, about what part I have in it. You say I'm some sort of core? A center, the center of a dungeon? That does not make sense."
She didn't move, simply watched him walk around the room, staring with beautiful, suddenly deadly in his mind, eyes, and a smile so innocent and lovely that it for some reason sent a shiver down Lothar's spine.
"I am beginning to think that you are not as, good, as you appear."
"What gives you that impression? I have done nothing to harm you have I?"
"Is that because you're not able to? I wonder how this conversation would be going if you were in charge."
"Oh, no, you are in charge, I promise you that. I'm a guardian of this realm beneath the surface. And I am your servant, or right-hand woman now, if you will. And whatever I tell you about your new role in this place, please promise that you won't shoot the messenger?"
"What bad news do you have to tell me?"
"You know, it's funny that you should mentions souls really. I need to talk to you about souls. You will need to consume them to maintain your power. That's kind of the catch to all of this I suppose. While I promise that I'm not evil, not exactly, I will not pretend to be good either."
"I see. And what does that make me?"
"I suppose it depends how far you're willing to go to stay alive, to thrive, to become more powerful? Judging from the scars that were on your old body, and the muscles of a fighting man you still have now, I assume you've been in your share of conflict? Last time I heard any news from above, there was war and hatred spread throughout the world. Have things changed?"
"I was a soldier, yes. The war ended not long ago, really. I was only just starting to settle into my life as a normal man, working the land for my living."
"And what did you think of that?" she asked with an expectant tone to her voice. Lothar took great strides around the chamber but moved slowly. He let his eyes absorb the carnal blasphemies taking place on the various images covering the walls. He stopped and took in a scene depicting a woman who was kneeling before a dozen demonic males. They were each spilling their seed on her in gushing torrents that were more like waterfalls than ejaculations. And their faces were those of manic delight. The woman had a wide open mouth, and it looked as though she was laughing as their semen, made with pieces of gleaming opals, rained down over her and into her mouth, all over her face and hair.
There was another scene of a group of naked female demons with massive breasts and firm asses, with bat-like wings and bright eyes that were made of rubies, and they were hunting human beings, young women. The fleeing women weren't naked, but their clothes had been cut and torn, probably by the demonic women who were chasing them. At the rear of the fleeing women, one had been taken down. Several of the demon women were fluttering their wings excitedly as they sodomized the fallen girl with a holy symbol, the cross of virtue.
Each one of these scenes was somehow more barbaric and depraved than the last, but each one in a new way that took Lothar by surprised. He wasn't sure how to feel about this, or what the presence of such imagery in his temple meant.
"These images, the gold and rare stones used to make these must be more wealth than the king of Grundel has in his treasury, or at least a good portion of it." Grundel was the country they were in.
"Yes, that's probably true," came the fairy's voice right beside him. He had not even heard her approach, and now he wondered if she might have been able to move using magic. She continued, "I can't imagine any one man, or even an entire family of rulers, being as powerful and wealthy as the makers of this chamber were when they created the dungeon." Her breath was hot on his ear, and her scent started to make his head feel strange.
She pressed even closer, inch by inch, but didn't seem to be moving at all. "You seem to act offended by the art of your great-great-great predecessors. But I can tell that you are not wholly opposed to such vulgarity, hmm?"
Lothar could see her watching him intently from the corner of his eye. He didn't want to turn to face her, but he couldn't tell why. Something powerful and unseen was between them, a grave force. It was pulling at him. He felt her hand grasp his penis, and realized that he had a throbbing erection.
"You must like something you see there? Does it please you to see all these women being treated like pieces of meat to be fucked? I surely would not assume that you are aroused by bloodshed, pain, killing ... the sex and mayhem."
He had not taken a wife yet when he was alive, and apart from sporadic visits to the brothels in the city when he went to sell his harvest or buy various goods he needed, he was not regularly with a woman. "When you told me that you were mine, did you mean that in every way?" he asked, hoping that she was not just toying with him so that it would be all the more tormenting when she finally revealed her true intent. He turned to face her, drawing back his shoulders and pushing out his well-build chest, pushing his pelvis forward as his dick pulsed in her hand. It made him jolt forward as he felt her grasp pressing down against the throbs.
"Honey, you can do whatever you want to me..."
So he did.
Lothar reached forward and tore the skimpy clothes from her body, th
rowing them behind him. He took one impressively huge breast in each of his hands and jostled them up and down, squeezing as he did so. He had grown up on a farm in a harsh area where raids and starvation were commonplace.
He'd gone into the military as soon as he was of age, and then it had been a constant onslaught of one challenge after the next just to stay alive. They had done things no man would want to tell his family of, witnessed such horrors that those of the so-called civilized world would blush at the faintest hint of, and he'd pillaged his fair share of enemy villages and the hapless women therein.
He was not a man to take his time or worry about romancing a whore such as this. The naked winged woman's breasts were as large as her head, but they seemed to defy gravity in a way that only a virgin's could. It was uncanny, and it made his dick twitch with delight as he jiggled them.
"I trust you like what you see?" she asked assuredly.
"Don't be stupid. You know that you have the most beautiful body any man has ever seen. I am interested to see what kind of cunt a demon whore has though," he added playfully, not taking this too seriously. He was starting to feel as though this might all be some sort of bizarre dream. He had never known a pair of breasts to feel so incredibly perky, perfectly shaped and just the right amount of firmness, while still being incredibly soft to touch like some sort of exquisite, velvety mounds. There was one thing he had experienced a lot less in his life than he would have liked: oral sex.
6
"Open your mouth," he told the fairy. A flash of wickedness embraced her face and she slowly opened her mouth obediently. Lothar didn't need to say another word, because she took the head of his cock between her lovely lips and began to moisten it with her saliva. She lapped her tongue over it with an expertise that even the highest paid whores he'd known could never have hoped to rival.
The fairy began to drool enthusiastically as though she had been given a ten course meal after weeks of starvation. More realistically, she had been starved and for a lot longer than just weeks if this story of hers were true and she was immortal. Only she clearly hadn't been starved of food, for her bodacious curves and healthy complexion showed clearly that she did not go hungry. No, this gorgeous woman had a craving that could only be sated by a man, and now her fasting was suddenly coming to an end.
She'd been resting her butt back on her heels as she knelt, but now she raised herself forward and began to work with great energy, moving her head back and forth on the dead barbarian's member in long, slobbering strokes. It felt heavenly, and Lothar quickly had to start holding back his orgasm. He didn't want to be over and done with the pleasure too soon. On top of that, he definitely didn't want such an evidently experienced woman to think that this was his first time with a whore sucking his cock.
As he stood over the subordinate creature, Lothar started to accept that she just might be immortal. Having wings and being able to fly certainly wasn't unheard of for some types of fairies. But there was something about her, something beyond her apparent years.
"You really are incredible," he said in a low, broken rasp. His voice was deep but his mouth had started to fill with saliva as he looked down at the woman's naked body, her perfect tits jiggling around while she pleasured him with her plump lips, wildly working tongue, and dripping wet mouth. He started to be able to smell his own precum as it periodically escaped the hole of his dick and mingled with her sweet smelling saliva. It felt great to be defiling her in such a way, only she seemed to love it almost as much as him.
The beautiful fairy stopped just once, taking Lothar's throbbing cock from her mouth, but being vigilant about maintaining his pleasure by stroking his cock with her hand and fondling his balls with the other while she stopped to look up at him. "Please feed me your cum, sir," she said. "I am all yours, your whore, but a good whore needs to taste her master's seed. Don't waste any, please?"
"I would never dream of it," he said with his own wicked smile now. It might be a lot of fun here, no matter what else there was he had to do. He could get used to just about any task, no matter how tedious or difficult, if it meant this kind of pleasure whenever he liked it. As the fairy started working his stiff shaft again with her dirty mouth, Lothar began to near toward climaxing very quickly.
His head swam with flashes of all the filthy things he could make this creature do. And the fact that she would happily accede to his wishes no matter how depraved was enticing. He grabbed her long, silky hair and thrust himself all the way down her throat. She didn't gag or try to stop him; simply took what she was given and groaned with pleasure as though she was the one receiving oral sex. The groaning vibrated on his cock, and she stretched out her tongue to dance over his taut ball bag while keeping his length all the way down her throat.
Lothar painted the back of her throat with more of his cum than he thought was possibly. The fairy did gag and cough a little as she focused on swallowing her reward while it shot out directly down her throat, but she was quick to regain her composure.
"Thank you, sir!" she said with enthusiasm as she licked all around her pink lips, drawing the errant white liquid into her mouth and swallowing it all up.
"You may call me Lothar. And oh, what is your name?" He had not exactly been thinking of his manners given the extremely bizarre circumstances.
"Harmony. By name, and if you make sure to take my advice into account during your time as my god, harmony is what you might find here." She winked, using her luscious tongue to clean up the residual remnants of man chowder on her lips.
Was that some kind of passive threat? Lothar felt the thought crash through his mind, but he was in far too much pleasure after such an impressive release to acknowledge it fully. He was the one in charge here. She was his servant and now his whore.
"Now, do you have a clearer head for discussing business?"
Lothar's legs had gone wobbly and he felt like he would rather take a nap than get down to any kind of business, especially if it required a lot of thought or learning new things. But he didn't want to appear lazy or unfit for his new position, whatever that may be, and he had a great desire to make sure this woman respected him.
She gave the end of his still pulsing cock a kiss and licked up the last of his seed, cleaning him off, then stood up and ushered him over the the large painting that was on the wall.
“Oh, I … wow,” he breathlessly uttered without control over himself as he tried to walk. His legs were shaky, but he didn’t want to let the magical woman know that she had just given him the greatest orgasm he had ever had, but it was incredibly difficult to hide.
“I see you had fun?” she let out from between a sly smirk. “I do aim to please you, and I think for now that has been accomplished. Can we please move on to business now, though?”
“Yes,” he agreed, then as an attempt to maintain the air that he was really the one controlling the decision, he added, "Show me more, fairy.”
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It was no painting in the golden frame, at least nothing of the human world. "This is your magical looking glass," said the fairy.
Lothar glared at it, starting to recover his senses a little now. The pleasure was still rushing through him, but he was very used to needing to quickly stifle his personal feelings when there was something to be taken care of. Being in the army had a way of doing that to any man, no matter how fueled by emotions they were. Either that, or the overly emotional would soon enough find their heads separated from their bodies.
"This is not a looking glass," he said. "Do you see a reflection?" Lothar waved his hand around in front of the large object on the wall to demonstrate his point. "It just looks like a large picture frame with a sheet of metal fixed inside it."
"It certainly does, sir," said Harmony sweetly. Her voice was soothing and made it hard to become impatient despite the fact that she could easily be tricking him and he would not be able to do much about it right now. "But if you activate it, you will see a whole lot more this artifact is capable of. And trust m
e when I say that it is indeed not just an ordinary piece of metal hanging before you."
"Activate it then," he said. Lothar would have been annoyed by this obvious attempt to make him look foolish, if not for the impressive load of semen he had just evacuated in the lovely fairy's mouth.
"You are the only one who can do it. Just think that you would like it to be activated while you are standing before it, and your thought shall magically activate the looking glass."
Lothar was about to do as she asked, when he started to feel stupid for it. "I don't believe it," he said.
"Did you believe any of this would happen?"
"That is a good point..." He faced the mirror and closed his eyes to concentrate, thinking about the metal panel 'activating'. It was stupid and surely nothing would happen. However, when he opened his eyes they continued to open farther, and farther, until he was standing there, gaping at the most marvelous object he had ever seen.
"There you go, sir," Harmony said with a confident smile. "Oh, it's been so long since my poor eyes have laid sight on this beautiful object. Thank you..."
Lothar turned from the magical wonder of the looking glass long enough to sneak a sideways glance at his new servant. Her eyes were slightly watering and she looked like something very important to her had been given back. He was never a man to let himself get involved in sentiment, so he pretended that he didn't see this and turned his focus back to the looking glass.
It was like a painting, only it was moving around. There were many large sections that looked like individual scrolls attached to the wall, only there was nothing at all that seemed to hold them there. And they had an etherial quality as though their pages and the text thereon was suspending on water, but not actually moving. He could not find the words to make it all make sense in his mind.