You and your new party make your way through the forest trail, past the little clearing you were lying in mere days ago. Funny, it feels like it's been longer, somehow. The main road to the nearest dungeon entrance is oft-patrolled, so you do not find yourself accosted by monsters at any point.

The first sign that you're nearing the dungeon entrance is a lovely tune being sung from somewhere forward and above you. Your party looks around in surprise, more than one reaching for their weapons, but calmly inform them that it's nothing to worry about. You've been in and out of the dungeon enough with Lita that you're familiar with its Watchers.

A little more travel brings you to a large crack in the side of the mountain, large enough that you could easily march a couple dozen women side-by-side into it. A wooden barricade not all that dissimilar from the one that guards Latchky blocks off the bottom of the crack, though there is still plenty of room for someone to fly over, if they so wish. A pair of towers– well, perches, really, are built on either side of the barricade and at its center.

The singing has been emanating from these towers, and as you approach one goes quiet. A flash of bright pink bolts from the tower to land in front of you, and you find yourself looking at one of the Dungeon Watchers. The harpy stands about as high as your breasts, with skin just a few shades darker than your own offset by pink feathers and hair. Her most prominent feature, in your mind, are tits that honestly make you curious how she manages to maneuver in the air as easily as she does. She's nearly naked, save for a pair of pasties over her nipples and a similar bare covering over her crotch.


"Heya!" She pipes up cheerfully, waving one of her wings at you with a motion that causes her boobs to jiggle in a way you mentally determine is best described a 'breastquake.' She glances over the group, her eyes catching your own, and nods. "Six girls, five new. Welcome back, Ari!"

You sigh. Very, very few people, monster or Beloved, have the gall to refer to an angel with a nickname. In fact, there are only two people in Gaea — or Heaven, rather — who you've allowed to call you Ari at all, but the harpies all insist on referring to everyone by anything other than their actual full name. They even refer to each other with pet names, at least in public — though you've heard rumors that harpy names are actually much more complex in private.

"Thank you, Rosie." No points for guessing how she earned that one. "We're here to deal with the kobold encroachment."

She nods somberly. "Right, right. They've been getting pretty ballsy recently. The last group of newbies came back half-strong. Most don't make it back at all." She shakes the negative mood away. "But hey, you're better than they are! You made it back all on your lonesome after Lita and the others made it out, I'm sure you'll be fine." You clench your jaw, but not your agreement. Truthfully, it's only thanks to the Watchers you made it out as easily as you did, and you are grateful for them.

She hooks a forewing towards herself. "You good to tell your friends what we do, or should I?" You nod for her to tell them herself. You're aware that the harpies do like to brag, from time to time.

"So! Me an' my flock here," she points one wing back at the other two towers, "are the Dungeon Watchers. We sit here and sing our lovely songs so that anyone who gets lost near the dungeon entrance can find their way back easy enough. We also keep an eye out for any nastier monsters, and fly back to warn the settlements if anything looks tough enough to break through. Not that we've had to do that for a while." She says that last bit almost disappointedly.

"Anyways, we're also the only way for you wingless types to make it over the barricade, so that weaker critters can't easily sneak in or out. We're also not too shabby at fighting in the air if we have to, so we deal with any werebats or other fliers who might otherwise have an easy time carrying away Beloved to their dens. Finally, if you're chased to the barricade itself we can back you up from the air, so you don't have to worry about weaker monsters cornering you while we lift you out."

The others nod their understanding, and Merin speaks up. "You can carry our armor and everything too?"

Rosie nods proudly and raises one clawed foot. "We may not look it, but we've got a lot of power in us. We couldn't carry you all the way across the forest, mind, but just getting you over the wall is easy enough."


"So what do you get out of this?" Fi asks, ever financially-minded. Rosie perks up in response.

"We get paid by the local settlements, which is nice enough on its own. Also, sometimes we take a liking to one of you adventurers, who takes a liking back. My sister found her mate doing this job, actually." She says with a bright smile. "My nieces are such cute little things… ah, but you've got a job to do." She shakes her head and flaps her wings, taking to the air.

"Stand over by the wall and hold your arms out. Make sure your gear is secure, and don't wriggle too much, for Chimera's sake. I'd hate to drop you pretty things. You can just fly over, Ari."

The others take their positions and are lifted bodily over the wall as you take off on your own. The familiar feeling of raw lust that permeates the dungeon hits you as you crest the top of the wall, but you ignore it. It's easy enough to get used to, even for newbies.

The harpies deposit you companions and bid you good luck before returning to their perches, and Merin's Merry Mercenaries take their first look into the dungeon proper.


It's a bit overwhelming for them, you can see. The Dungeon proper is a yawning wound in the mountain which stretches out farther than the eye can see, the only evidence of its true size being the scant lights that are cast by everything from magic to florescent fungi to the little monster villages that pop up from time to time. The entrance is nothing so much as a large platform on the side of the dungeon, with a few tunnels and bridges linking it to the rest of the mountain.

Technically speaking, you could fly from here to just about any spot you can see now. In practice, there are enough airborne monster species who keep an eye out for just such an occasion and will gladly harry you to the ground to take advantage of your folly. One of the harpies apparently found that out the hard way, and it's been passed down to adventurers ever since. Most Beloved can't fly, but it's best to be informed of such things, if only because knowing that there are flying monsters means you're aware of the possibility of an aerial assault.

"Wow." Evara breathes. "I've been a lot of places, but this… this is something else." The others murmur their agreement. Even Ju looks a little stunned at the sheer scale of the Dungeon.

"Right." Merin says after she shakes off her awe. "I've got a general idea of where we're headed. If I understood the client correctly, we've got to take that tunnel there, which will lead out into a broader network. From there we just find where the kobold's have been trapping the most heavily, and we should be able to track them down."

You're familiar with the tunnel she indicated. The tunnel network it opens into leads to several key spots in the Dungeon proper, including a relatively friendly little village of goblins who are more than happy to barter with the Beloved, or anyone else really.


The party gathers its wits and belongings and marches forth into the tunnel, ready to take their first steps into the world below.

The tunnel is wide enough that you can make your way through it as a group without any real trouble, and you make your way to the first major split, a multitude of paths twisting off into different parts of the mountain. One of the tunnels is marked very clearly with a crudely painted image of a smiling goblin, which you know leads to Goodtown, the nearest friendly goblin settlement. They apparently chose the name to seem more appealing to the Beloved.

"Well, we can look around for traps a bit or see if the goblins know anything. They probably won't tell us anything for free, though, and sometimes they want pay in more intimate currency." You inform the group.


You split up into pairs and comb the nearest non-goblin-related tunnels, working with the efficiency of well-trained angel search parties. It isn't long before you catch the first hint of kobold activity– a tripwire hear, a hidden poison dart there. Their favored tool, spiked rocks that are coated with their precum that act as makeshift poisoned caltrops, are particularly dense in one of the tunnels, and you all agree that it seems to be the most promising lead.

Careful to watch your footing, you make your way deeper into the tunnel, eyes wide open for one of the scaly little monsters. They're small and sneaky enough that you never want to let your guard down in their territory. The sound of your footfalls is the only noise you hear for about a quarter hour, and then you hear it.

It's faint at first, and you almost miss it completely. You call the others to silence and listen, eventually making out the sound of someone groaning in the distance. There's the sound of a distant smack, which is accompanied by another muffled groan, this one more highly pitched than its predecessor.

You follow the noise to find a hidden opening in the side of the tunnel, just big enough that most of the group will have to crawl through. Fi goes first, then signals that the other side is safe, causing the rest of you to file after her.

The hidden path is wider on the other side, thankfully, and you all continue down it to find whatever it is that's causing that noise. The sound grows louder as you approach, and you can make out several distinct voices, though the exact words and number of speakers are hard to determine from here. Your group stops, and Merin looks to you and Fi.

"Can you get closer?" She whispers, just barely audible. "I'd like to know what we're about to walk into. We could try and just wing it in there, but…"

She doesn't need to say it. More than one adventurer ran into a monster den all cocksure, only to end up cock-filled. Still, it will be a bit risky if you and Fi go ahead and are caught without backup.


The two of you and the group agree on a panic signal to send the rest of the group should worst come to worst, then you're off.

Like a pair of mice you dart silently through the tunnel, moving ahead in short spurts while checking for any sign of patrols or watches. You find none, thankfully, though you do find more than one alarm trap, set to make a ton of noise should you trip it. You disarm those as you go with relative ease, the two of you clearing the tunnel about as fast as you figure the kobolds trapped it in the first place. From time to time you are forced to lead the halfling, as she lacks the darkvision that would allow her to see in spots where the faint yellow moonshrooms that line much of the dungeon grow.

You both stop at your destination to see a little cavern about the size of a smaller dining hall. Florescent moonshrooms grow all over the walls in abundance, providing natural light for your Beloved companion to see by. A group of six kobolds surrounds another, who is currently bound and hanging from the ceiling with makeshift ropes. The tell-tale wet shimmer on the material tells you it's held together with kobold cum– ever the handy substance, kobold cum. It's part of what makes them so adept at making traps.

The primary difference between the kobold and the middle and her unbound peers is that she bears a pair of wings and a thicker tail, both of which have been bound tightly to her body. Her wingless fellows take turns fucking her, passing her around like a communal sex swing. Every so often one of them smacks her ass, creating that loud smack that alerted you to this spot in the first place.

"Not so hot now, are you bitch?" One of the kobolds asks the winged one, cock buried to the hilt in her ass. "I hope you like being pregnant, because you're gonna be the nest broodmother for the rest of your life."

The captive kobold hisses some sort of insult through the gag in her mouth, and the scaled woman in front of her pulls it free. "What was that, slut?"

"I swear to Tiamat that when I get out of here I'm selling all of you to the goblins, you traitorous bunch o– mmmph!!!" Her tirade is cut off by a pink, tapered slab of flesh you recognize as a scaleskin penis.

"Ahhhh…." The assaulting kobold sighs, before grinning down at her captive. "You're never getting out of here, whore. And besides, when our new leader is done with the goblins, they'll be the ones being sold off. Maybe with you, if you don't learn to act the good little broodmother."


Fi glances at you. If you're not mistaken this captive kobold lost a power struggle of some sort. Freeing her may gain you an ally who knows the area, and information you might not have otherwise had.

You could also just leave her and avoid a fight, though. This hidden passage doesn't go anywhere else, so far as you see, and the mere presence of the kobolds is enough to confirm that the tunnel that led to this one is probably the right way to go. You could just go back and continue on your merry way, should you choose.


You and Fi slink back to the group and tap the side of the cave in a staccato rhythm when you get close enough. The rest of the group convenes with you and you update them in whispers, before you all gather your wits for the fight ahead.

You do what comes naturally and sneak back ahead to try and seize the initiative over the distracted kobolds. Fi remains with the others, since she's not as used to throwing herself into danger ahead of the group.


You bolt out of cover into the cave and brain one of the weaker looking kobolds with the butt of your dagger, in a move not all that different from your last ambush. This time, however, inspiration strikes and you simultaneously punch forward with the crook of your wings, smacking a second kobold in the throat and a third in the belly, causing all three to spasm and fall to the floor.

The initiative firmly seized, you turn to the next kobold, the one with her cock in the captive's mouth, and feint like you're about to separate her from her manhood. Horrified, she stumbles back and you throw an elbow to crack her across the forehead. She flies back to sprawl against the ground with her fellows.

Ju is not far behind you, flipping elegantly over both you and the captive to deliver a flying kick to the kobold balls deep in her. The kick lands perfectly in her chest and Ju flips back landing in a ready position for the final scalekin to strike.

You may have been paying a bit to much attention to Ju's acrobatics, or perhaps your incredible success went to your head. Whatever the case, a flash of movement reminds you that a kobold yet remains, though you are too slow to avoid the objects she flung at you.

Sharpened tiny rocks, like little stone burrs, sink into the flesh of your thigh and you feel a warm tingle settle through your body as the aphrodisiac precum they coat these things with works its way into your system. You brush the caltrops off with a jerk and settle into a better defensive position, thoroughly chagrined.

Evara whistles and the kobold turns just in time to see her in the middle of a lovely pirouette that gives the scalekin an eyeful of her g-string. The aroused monster darts towards the elf and is rewarded with a greatsword that rings across her scales, Merin springing into action with explosive force.

The kobold slides back and her claws scramble for purchase on the stone floor of the cavern. Seeing the perfect chance, you line yourself up behind her and thrust with your dagger, aiming for her shoulder. She's got some armor there, but this will still hurt like a bastard.

Sure enough, her forceful slide meets your thrust and she cries out in pain and shock, before it all proves to much and she falls unconscious to the floor.


The sudden post-battle quiet that follows is a bit of unsettling for several reasons, not the least of which is that each of your companions is currently staring at you with awe, the light of the moonshrooms reflecting off their eyes in an eerie glow. The captive kobold is looking at you with something similar, though you also see the gears of her brain turning rapidly behind them.

Fi whistles, breaking the silence. "Damn, Ari." Damn it, you should have known it was a bad idea to let her meet the Watchers. Now that she's doing it everyone is going to call you Ari, and… well. Maybe it's not all that bad. It's not like you dislike Fi and the others. "I'm kinda surprised you bothered to have me teach you at all. What is that, four lizards, all on your own?"


You blink, confused. This wasn't all that impressive, was it? Maybe if you explain how it was more a situational advantage.

"It was nothing. I have done the similar things many times over the past few centuries. We got the drop on them because they were distracted, allowing me that first strike. Additionally, most mortals don't realize how dangerous our wings are, it makes it easy to catch them off guard. Merin did most of the work on the last one, and I…"

You trail off as you realize you're not helping your argument, here. They seem to think you're just trying to play down your accomplishments, instead of genuinely being humble. You probably shouldn't have let them know you've done this a lot, in retrospect. Their gazes are, if anything, more awed than before. Hell, the captive scalekin's eyes are practically shining as she watches you.

Your face burns as it suddenly feels a great deal warmer in the cavern. Goddess, you hope it doesn't seem like you were bragging. "A-anyways." You cough, turning to the bound monster. "What shall we do with her?"


You and Fi get to work cutting the kobold down while Merin and Ju wait just below to catch her when she falls. Evara and Liane carefully wipe her down, careful to avoid the aphrodisiac sexual fluids that the other kobolds left in and on her. You also take the opportunity to cast Plan Better on her.

It takes a few minutes, but you eventually have her down. Ju and Evara go over to restrain the defeated scalekin with what is left of the makeshift rope, with Liane taking notes.

The formerly-captive woman takes a moment to swallow down the remains of her fellow's spunk still stuck in her throat before she stands proudly, spreading her wings.

"My gratitude, lesser ones! You have saved Her Most Magnificent Eluviendis Deiomara, mistress of the great cavern of Newgold!" You blink and hear a loud collective groan from the other kobolds.

"Tiamat, no! Just kill us now, she'll never stop." The strongest of the group you felled pleads at you with her eyes.

"Silence, traitorous worms!" Eluvi, as you decide to call her in your head because fuck saying the whole thing every time, shouts to the group of kobolds. "You should be glad to be graced with the glory of my voice once again, after your vile treachery!"

You can see she's about to go on a tirade, so you head her off. "Right, Eluvi." She looks at you with hurt in her eyes.

"Eluvi? It's Eluviend–"

"Eluvi." you say firmly. "Why don't you tell us how you ended up like this? We came here because your friends over there have been setting up traps in new tunnels recently, and they've gotten quite a few of our newbie adventurers."


"Ah, yes!" She says, nodding with crossed arms. "It is a tragic story of misplaced trust and betrayal, of the wicked wiles of ancient evils–"

"The dumb bitch fell for a devil's deal and lost Newgold." One of the other kobolds pipes up. "Traded it for a book on Infernal magic. Which she can't learn."

"Silence!" She smacks her tail against the ground, and you note with some trepidation that her ego is not entirely unmerited, if the cracks it left are any indication. "I could have learned it given the time, and then used the little witch's own magics against her to reclaim my cavern. But she betrayed me, and sent my own traitorous minions to rob me and imprison me." The irony of this statement is apparently utterly lost on her.

"It is no wonder that your adventurers are disappearing. The devil has been stupidly sending my wayward minions into the wider tunnels, which I have always known would draw the attention of those outside."

You hear a scoff from the others. "More like she didn't think of it herself."

"Shut up!" She stamps a foot petulantly before regaining her composure. "But you, mighty agent of Heaven, are just the answer to my woes! Join with me, and we shall overthrow that wretched usurper, solving both of our problems at once!" She holds a claw out to you, the other placed at her breast in some sort of gesture of sincerity or grandiosity.


"Tell you what, Eluvi." She cocks her head at you curiously. "How about you join up with us for a while? We'll clear out this devil, then afterwards you can journey around with us so that you can learn a bit more about how to properly interact with people."

She looks at you with hurt once more, and her tail and wings droop. "But… my hoard. My minions. My cavern… I don't want to leave that all behind, mighty angel!"

She's not going to give up her stuff without a convincing argument, it seems. How do you try to persuade the draconic scion that it's worth sticking around you?


You grasp the sad wannabe dragon in a tight hug, pulling her close to you. She stiffens, apparently not used to such affection, but she quickly nestles against you and sniffles a little. She… probably doesn't get too many hugs, just judging from how her 'minions' talk about her.

"Eluvi," you say softly into her ear. "Think about it. There are so many things out there in the world to see, to learn about, to grow from. You're already so strong, and I can see that you'll make a great dragon one day." Her tail smacks against the ground again, though you gather that this is more of a happy tail slap.

"Come with us and you can find become an even greater dragon than any other kobold before you. I'll teach you how to be mighty like an angel, and your wings shall spread to cover all of the heavens."

She nuzzles against your neck, wiping her tears against you. "All of the heavens?" she asks, her tone hopeful.

"All of them," you affirm, "But if you want that to happen then you'll have to come with us so that we can teach you."

She's quiet, holding your hug for a long time. You think she's just indulging at this point, really, but let her have the moment. Finally she lets you go and nods.

"I accept, mighty angel. We will defeat this devil together, but it will be but the first of our many deeds together, and one day I will soar through Heaven itself."

Well, that wasn't so hard. You studiously ignore the shocked looks of your party members. Evara's whispering in Fi's ear, and the halfling giggles in response. Suspicious.

"Good." You say, brushing off your allies' reactions. "First though, can you tell me why your 'minions' betrayed you so easily?"

One of the other kobolds beats her to it. "You've talked with her, take a guess. She looks down on anyone who isn't her or another Scion, and even they are just stepping stones at best in her eyes. We just took the first chance to be rid of her."

Eluvi looks genuinely hurt by the statement, and for once doesn't just tell them to be quiet. You get the feeling she didn't really realize how badly she rubbed them until it was too late. It's something you'll need to work on, in the future.


You've gotten yourself a pet baby dragon, but that still leaves the question of what to do with her former fellows.

They notice you looking at them. "Hey, listen. We aren't all that loyal to that devil, we just did what she said because we wanted to get back at Eluviendis. We can help you out, sneak you past the traps in Newgold, maybe take on a few of the others while you deal with her. Just… let us go after this, please?"

They're not lying, you're certain. They know you could whoop their asses back into the ropes easily enough. Still, they have contributed to the capture of several young women. You could always just lie about letting them go after all is said and done, it's not like they're the ones who can magically enforce a deal.


"If you earn the forgiveness of the women you captured, then we agree to let you go. Deal?" The kobolds look at one another, then collectively at you, and nod.

You reach into the darker part of your soul, the defiled aspect that woke within you that fateful day only weeks ago. With a force of will you seize upon the metaphysical concept of their agreement and enshrine it into the law of Gaea. They blink, as they subconsciously feel the weight of your power chain them to their word, but do not appear to realize what you have done.

You sigh. It was so… easy. Easier than re-learning your Divine magic had been, like this was always a part of what you are. That's… unsettling.

"You should also maybe start taking a page from the goblins' book. If you learn to get along with the adventurers, to work with them, then you may just find that you come out of it with far more than you will by continuing as you are. And if you don't… then we, or another group, will be back. We might not be so forgiving next time."

They nod quickly, though you think the threat convinces them more than the argument for prosperity. Well, so long as they listen to you.


Your newly-swelled group hashes out a plan in the safety of the hidden cavern. The kobolds list out all the defenses they know of, and offer a few potential strategies for how to use them.

From what you gather, Newgold has two possible entrances from the tunnel you were following. One is basically out in the open, the main entrance, so to speak. It's not as heavily trapped, to keep the clumsier girls from tripping them by accident, but it's more heavily guarded. The kobolds are pretty sure the devil will let the horde deal with the issue while she holes up with a few guards.

Alternatively there's a back entrance. It's got a lot more traps and alarms, but no guards. If you take it you have the chance to completely surprise the kobolds, or even potentially ambush the devil herself. If you take too long to subdue her, or set off an alarm, however, you may have to fight a veritable tide of the scaly bastards.

Thankfully, you have these kobolds on your side. They can take whichever path you don't, and either distract the horde to buy you time or try to weaken the devil while you engage the horde.


The sneaky path has yet to fail you so far, so you opt for the hidden entrance. The kobolds nod, and begin to ready themselves for battle.

"What about me?" Eluvi asks, alternating the weight on her feet nervously. "I can fight pretty good, and I know some magic."


"You'll be with me and a couple of the others." You tell Eluvi, and she perks up noticeably, that club of a tail waving smacking the ground yet again.

First, though. You're still sort of burning up from those caltrops earlier, and you know better than to face a devil while horny. You can go find release on your lonesome, or Fi or Liane to help you out. You could even proposition Eluvi or the kobolds for a quickie, should you like.


You cough lightly and draw the attention of the room. "I'm still feeling a bit off from that fight earlier. If someone wouldn't mind helping me release some stress…?"

Liane is by your side before you've even finished the statement, dragging you off into the tunnel, away from the others in the cavern.

She pushes you to the ground and against the wall. "Take off those pants and show me that cock, Ariel. I'm on top this time."

You wonder if you awoke something in the formerly demure young woman a couple nights ago as you oblige, sliding your pants down to free your constrained member. It flops free, hardening despite its sudden exposure to the cool air in anticipation of the activities to come.

She's already got her panties pulled to the side as she hikes up the skirt of her short robes and straddles you, rubbing her lips against your length with a shiver. "I'd prefer to do this like you did it with Fi, but we don't have time," she moans into your ear as she leans into you. "So this will have to do."

She perches atop your dick and slowly slides herself down its length, shuddering as she does so. You wrap your arms tightly around her as she envelops you, the familiar heat of her inner walls wrapping around you tightly and causing you to moan into her chest.

It takes her some time to acclimate to your size once more, but once she does she's bouncing in your lap like a rabbit in heat, milking you for everything your worth. It's not long before she works you to your brink, and she can tell.

"Cum in me, Ariel." She whispers. Cum," she bounces, hard, "IN," again, this time tightening around you, "ME!" That's more than you can handle and you let out another low moan as you empty yourself into her womb, the two of you once again sharing orgasmic bliss together.


She lingers on your length for a moment before pulling out. "So much…" She says dreamily as your semen drips out of her. "I wonder if you knocked me up this time?"

She has a naughty glint in her eye. "Do you want that, Ariel?" She asks, rubbing her tummy.


You stand and pull her into a deep kiss, which she sinks into with gusto. When you split, saliva trailing between your lips, you nod.

"I do. I want you to bear my daughters, Liane."

She smiles in way that is both delightfully lewd and loving, and kisses you again. "Well, we'll find out soon enough. And if it didn't take this time… then I guess we'll just have to keep trying."

With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air, you make your way back to the group and ready for battle.


You select you companions for the back entrance and set off down the tunnels, following the guidance of Eluvi, who knows the way like she owns the place. Well, used to own the place.

The entrance is small, out of the way, and not all that well lit, but fortunately for the Beloved of your group your dragon friend has a spell that alleviates that issue. You slip into the back entrance, and lament that it isn't as fun as you did it with Fi.


You're doing so well, until you aren't. One of the scaly fucks apparently had the bright idea to put a tripwire higher up, presumably in case Eluvi made her way back.

It snags your wing and you stumble, pulling the wire free. You hear a cacophony of noise in the distance and swear, bolting forward. You're racing against time, now.

The devil is waiting for you with three kobolds, all of which look on the weaker end of the totem pole.

"Well, if it isn't my erstwhile contractee." The crimson-haired devil purrs. "And an angel. Oh, mother is going to be so proud of me when I defile you, heavenspawn."

You ready your dagger and combat is joined.


You spring into action and stab the first kobold to reach you in just the way Fi taught you, causing her to scream and collapse to the ground as you sink the blade into her leg.

The Devil grimaces and mutters a few wicked words, spreading her arms out to Fi as the halfling darts forward. Ropes of white smoke fire out from her fingertips, which wrap around the halfling despite her attempt to dodge. She lets out a lewd yelp as they tighten around her, squeezing into her most sensitive spots.

Fi holds back a moment while Evara straight-up flashes her tits, then jiggles her torso back and forth and side to side in a lewd dance you can't quite recognize. The devil can't take her eyes from the display, and you see Fi's eyes glint with malice.

You're not able to afford any more distraction, however, as another kobold jumps up to snap her fangs around your arm. You pull back and swipe at her with your dagger, forcing her to abandon the maneuver or lose an eye.

Fi winces and stumbles a little as the ropes tighten against her, but powers through and sinks her own dagger into the devil's thigh. The woman screams, jerking away, but doesn't get far before Eluvi reaches her.

The little would-be dragon charges forward, powering through a trap that flings a rock into her side. She barely so much as stumbles as she continues the rush to shoulder tackle the devil, sending her careening back against the wall.

"You!" The imp hisses, furiously, as she raises her arms and lights them with hellish flames in your friends' direction. You beat her to the punch, chanting a few hellish incantations of your own. Her concentration breaks and she looks at you, eyes wide, just before a pair of magical bolts slam into her.

You see the hate in her eyes then, as she recognizes you for what you are in the split second of consciousness that she has left. "Fal….." is all she gets out before she passes out.

The other kobolds look at your group nervously and raise their hands in surrender, well aware that you have them outnumbered and outmatched without the infernal caster.


The sounds of battle reach you from outside, and you make your way to the wider cavern of Newgold. With a roar, Eluvi gets the combatants' attention, and the fighting ceases. They know what her return from that side of the cave means for their newest leader.


You have the devil bound and gagged, just so she can't reveal anything when she wakes up. Kobolds aren't really going to judge you for being Fallen, but they could let something slip. Eluvi orders the kobolds to release their prisoners, and the group that you brought are the first to take up the task, eager to get started on earning that forgiveness you made them promise to seek.


The adventurers are freed with little fuss, and you see a few of the dozen or so women speaking with the kobolds with something less than total resentment.

Eluvi says goodbye to her treasures tearfully, though she does make sure to stuff as much as she can in her pockets and your own. (Will roll for treasure in a bit.)

The only loose end is this devil. She's obviously aware of what you are. Killing her is not an option– her sire would hunt you to the ends of Gaea and beyond in response, and would go out of her way to hurt anyone who so much as smiled at you on the street as well.

That leaves you with a few options. You could just banish her back to Pandaemonium. Getting sent back on her ear will put a dent in her reputation and leave her open to her sisters' scheming, which her sire will allow. She'll probably hold a grudge, but you may be able to bind her with a Contract to keep her from spilling what you are to every Devil in hell, or otherwise try to convince her.

You could leave her with the kobolds. They'll not say no to a breeding slave, and a vindictive part of you wants to see her pumping out kids for your new sort-of friends. You'd for sure have to seal her lips with a Contract though, since she'd be unlikely to agree not to spill to anyone who will listen.

You could try and take her with you, you guess? She'll be a handful and a half, and again you'd probably have to use the Contract, but you'd at least know for sure she's not out scheming her revenge.


Finally, you have the option, before sending her off, to slake your lusts on her. A part of you remembers how she looked at you, how she was about to throw a ball of fire at your cute little lover…

And it really pisses you off.


You shove the urge down. You can't help but feel like you'll disappoint the friends you've made, somehow.

(Ariel has opted to let go of her anger at the imp. She has unlocked another Forgiven evolution, the Forgiven Ire. Ires act as shields for their allies, and have learned to sacrifice themselves for others. She has also taken a step towards its Syncretic counterpart.)

You stare down at the imp, and her own crimson eyes glare back up at yours. You free her mouth from the gag and she spits on the floor.

"Beaten by one of Justicia's leftovers. What jokes my sisters will tell of me." She continues to glare. "Well, former angel? Ready to slake your lusts on a real devil, or are you just going to keep staring at me, limp-dick?"

Her words wash off you like water off a duck's back. Instead of rising to her bait, you give her a fair offer. "Agree to not speak a word of what I am, and I send you back home."

She blinks. "Just like that? No forcing me to pop out little feathery brats to form you a joke of a house? No threats, no extortion?" She pauses. "Fine. I accept."

The feeling of the contract snapping into place surges through you, and her eyes light with recognition.

You reach out a hand and place it just under her collarbone, where you know the seal that binds her to Gaea lies. A simple effort of will is all that it takes to undo the magic from the defeated devil, and her form begins to fade away into shadow.

"My name is Sial Valac. Remember it well, Fallen. I swear we will meet again."

And with that, she's gone.


You spend a good while with Eluvi and her hoard, the scion sobbing loudly as she clings to a tacky-looking chalice of some sort. You rub your neck awkwardly. You're not really sure how to comfort someone over the loss of their material wealth, since you've never really had cause to be all that concerned over it yourself.

Still, while you may not get her exact feelings towards these items, you can still empathize with the feeling of losing something important.

You settle on patting her on the back, she hiccups a little before taking you into her arms. "There, there." You rub her back reassuringly. "We'll find you a new chalice."

She hugs you even tighter at that, and you have to draw in shallow breaths. Goddess, she's strong. After a few minutes her grip, and her sobs, lessen in intensity.

"I'm going to miss it so much. It took so long to get all of this, and it was the only thing that ever made the other girls kind-of like me, and…" She hiccups again and you feel another crying fit threatening to break free from her.

"Oh, sweetie." You say softly, pulling back to look her in the eyes. "I know its hard. But there will be more treasures, and if you want someone to like you…" You cup her face in your hands. "Then I'll be the first to more than kind-of like you. You're my friend now, Eluvi, and I am very proud of you for leaving these things to be with me."

She flushes a little, but you can tell you've struck a chord with her. To hammer the point in further, and to head off any awkward conversations in the future, you decide to take the plunge.

"Eluvi, sweetie, do you know what a Fallen Angel is?" She shakes her head, eyes wide in your hands. She can tell this is important to you, at least. "Sometimes, when an angel is caught by monsters and can't get away, she loses everything– her magic, her sisters, her Mother– all of it."

She looks more horrified at the idea of losing her magic than anything else, but at least you kind of get the idea across. "That happened to me."

Her eyes focus on your own, and she works up the courage to ask. "Did… did you get them back?" she asks, her face alight with hope.

Disappointment follows soon after. "Only some of it." You admit, and her face falls. "I learned one a couple of my old spells, and how to cast new ones. I lost my sisters, but I found several women I lov…" You pause and glance around. Confident none of your party is in earshot, you continue.

"Several women I love. And, just recently, I found you." Her face brightens a little again and you hear the jingle of coins as her tail slaps against her hoard. "What I'm trying to say, Eluvi, is that just because you lose something now it doesn't mean that you can't find something new and better in the future. Something you never even considered, or knew about, that you were only able to find because you lost something before."

She nods slowly. You can tell she's still not exactly thrilled to leave her treasures, but at least now she's looking forward to what awaits her.


You and your new dragon-to-be have your attention drawn from her treasures by the sound of distant arguing. "That sounds like it's coming from the breeding pens." Eluvi notes.

Shit. It sounds like there's trouble with the captives, either from them or from kobolds who don't want to lose an easy lay. You make your way there, Eluvi trailing behind, still carrying her chalice. What you're greeted with is… not what you were expecting, really.

The captured Beloved have been freed already, that much is clear. A couple are pregnant, and discussing something back and forth with some of their former captors. Neither they nor kobolds even seem all that upset, really, save for a pair of scalekin that is currently being lectured by a blonde, heavily pregnant dwarvish woman, the two of them staring down at their claws as she tears into them.

"–an' ye will nae skip out on yer responsibility ta me or either of ours, do ye hear me?" The taller of the two being lectured looks both confused and upset, apparently unable to understand why she's being yelled at while the rest of her sisters are getting of with relatively little trouble. She looks up as you approach with evident relief in her eyes.

"Angel!" She shouts. You recognize her as one of the kobolds you captured when you saved Eluvi. Adai, you think her name was. "This woman wants me to earn my forgiveness, as you asked my clutch to do." She gestures to the others of her group, who are currently helping the more pregnant women get around. "I… do not understand her request, though. It is–" she risks a glance at the dwarf, then hesitantly continues. "–unreasonable."

The dwarf woman's eyes light with a fire. "Th' hell d'ya mean, 'unreasonable?' Any woman worth her salt knows ta' take responsibility fer th' fruits of her loins, ye cold-blooded lizard!" You are forced to step between the two, brushing aside the other kobold, to mediate.

"Alright, how about we explain to me exactly what is being asked here, and I'll decide what is and is not reasonable." You say. Eluvi watches from behind you with interest, though she looks longingly back at her hoard every so often.

It takes a bit of arguing, and deciphering the dwarf's infernal speech patterns, but in the end you get the gist of it. The dwarf, a merchant woman named Khazi, was on a trip to trade with Goodtown when she was taken by the kobolds. She was one of the first taken, and as such has had one child already. This is the smaller kobold among the two being lectured, who you now realize is just barely approaching adolescence.

Khazi wants the scalekin who knocked her up and her daughters to leave with her back to her home in Skask, and help her with her trading business. The kobold, on the other hand, is scared of leaving the nest, and believes that her kind would be unwelcome on the surface. She is willing to accompany Khazi herself, but feels that the children should be left in the nest.

It's all something of a mess, and compounding the fact is that the scalekin apparently don't really seem to have a sense of familial relation. Sure, they're aware that they are related by blood, but they don't really think of any of their fellows as being particularly important over any of the others because of it. She genuinely doesn't seem to understand that Khazi isn't asking for the children out of malice, but out of a genuine sense of maternal affection. And perhaps a bit of affection for the kobold who fathered them as well, if you're any judge.

It takes a good while for you to explain the idea to Adai, and longer still to get the dwarf to realize that the kobold only thinks the price unfair because she thought she was making the children pay it, but in the end you settle the argument. You do make sure to confirm with Khazi that Skask is fine with kobolds, which she cheerfully confirms.

"Oh, aye. Plenty o' monsters all over th' place back home. Mostly harpies and holstaurs, but there's all sorts. They'd nae be th' first o' their kind 'round th' place. An' nobody'd mess with me an' mine besides, or I'd put th' fear o' th' Goddesses in 'em."

Eventually you get Adai to agree to bring her children and aid Khazi for a year in Skask. The dwarf certainly looks hopeful that she can convince her to stay longer, and happily clings to her daughter, who looks confused but vaguely happy in her embrace. You wonder what Adai did to endear herself so much to the Beloved, but you think it better not to ask.

"Thanks for this, angel. If yer ever in Skask, ask after me an' mine. I'll make damn sure ye get the best prices I can offer."

You'll be headed that way at some point, you imagine, since Merin is dead set on finding her betrothed. You ask Khazi if she's heard anything regarding the wayward druid, but she shakes her head.

"Nay. I'll keep an eye out for her though, and let ye know when ye drop by."

With that, everything seems to be in order for the moment. You make your way back to the hoard, having remembered a particular piece that caught your eye…


Frozen Fire Rings: A pair of nipple rings, one red and one blue, that are bound by thin silver and gold chains. The rings may either clamp on over the nipples or be pierced through them with minimal pain, though they do cause them to remain erect so long as they are worn. Created by a pair of dragons, these rings grant the wearer an additional point of maximum Focus. Additionally, the wearer may use the spell slot granted by this item to learn a Lesser Draconic spell, even if she is not able to do so normally. Finally, a non-scalekin monster who wears the rings constantly through her evolutions will eventually gain access to Draconic crossbreed evolutions.


You pick up a curious pair of rings, each fitted with a gem and bound together by chains of gold and silver. Eluvi perks up. "Oh! Those are nice. I took them from another scion who tried to take my cavern. Here, I'll show you how to put them on."

You hold your hand out to her, assuming that she's going to place them over your fingers. You then let out a shocked cry as she instead grips the top of your leather harness and tugs it down, exposing your breasts to the cool cavern air.

"Oh good, they're already getting hard. That saves us a little time." Your mouth opens and shuts, your mind unable to put together a coherent protest at this strange turn of events. She presses each ring over your nipples, the gold and silver providing a lovely contrast to the pink nubs.

You let out another shriek, this one slightly pained, as the rings suddenly shrink down and grip your nipples just tightly enough to cause pain and pleasure. A second later you're suddenly flowing with a euphoric feeling of clashing energies as the gems light up, sending alternating cool and hot power coursing through your body.

Your mind sharpens, your breathing quickens, and you hear a pair of distant roars that ring in your skull. You look around with sudden panic, but Eluvi just smiles and tugs your harness back in place. You can't help but yelp in surprise as it brushes over your newly-sensitive areola. "The roar is not real, mighty angel. It is an echo of the draconic power that now flows in you. If you reach for it, you might be able to bring the barest trace of it to bear."

Huh. Draconic power is nice to have. You listen to the roars, and think you can learn something from them, given time.

(You may learn a single draconic spell, should you choose to do so during your next downtime.)

The dragon smiles at you happily. You wonder why she's willing to give you these rings so easily. They're easily the most valuable thing you've seen in her horde. She laughs a little when you voice your curiosity.

"I already have draconic power, mighty angel. The rings hold no secrets that I do not already know, no powers that I cannot already wield, no–"

"She's too sensitive to wear them for long." A passing kobold remarks. "The chains got caught on a stalagmite once. I don't think we've seen her cum that hard since."

Eluvi spits a fireball in the kobold's direction, who darts away with a gleeful cackle. "A-anyways," she clears her throat, her face as red as her scales. "I'll be with you, and you'll have them on, so they're still around and that's better than them being here." She says all that with one rapidly expiring breath.

"Well, thank you, Eluvi." You pat her head, which causes her tail to send some coins scattering. "Maybe next time warn me that you're going to put something on me in that way, though."

(You have learned one of Eluvi's fetishes. She likes to have her nipples played with, roughly or otherwise.)


You and your party stuff as many actual valuables you can into your pockets. All told you've made a decent little boost to what the job is supposed to pay, though much of what Eluvi horded turns out to be shiny junk. You wisely choose not to say as much, though.

If you leave now, you should be able to make it back to Latchky before night falls completely.


You and the others discuss for a while, but eventually settle on heading home first. You may as well get paid before checking out Goodtown, in case there happens to be something of particular interest there that you want.

Your journey back is easy enough, with a few of the kobolds guiding you. Some of the pregnant women you saw earlier are no longer walking with swollen bellies, and Eluvi proudly informs you that she knows magic that allows a woman to lay eggs instead of birthing children naturally. It's a handy spell for the mother on the go, as you can now attest. Or the mother who just wants to leave without her monster children weighing her down, if you want to dwell on a somber aspect of it. Not every woman the kobolds took is as keen on their children as Khazi turned out o be.

It isn't long before you hear the tell-tale singing that indicates you are approaching the Watchers. You make it to the entrance with little trouble, and are greeted by a quartet of happy harpies. Rosie is foremost among them.

"Well look at you, Ari! Not even a day and you get back with the girls and a whole pile of treasure! They should let you angels off the leash more often." She winks at you. "Wasn't expecting you to come back with some of the scalies, though. They headed over the barrier too?"

You nod in the affirmative and explain the situation. She chirps something at one of the other girls, who flies up to her perch and out of sight. "Just gotta make sure we document 'em, Ari. You're an angel and all, so your word is good enough, but rules are rules." She shrugs, causing her breasts to quake that same way they did this morning.

"Anyways, line your girls up by the wall. Arms out, ladies! And no wiggling, especially you pregnant ones!"


Once you're all over the wall and down the road a ways, your substantial group splits off, the various captives headed to their respective homes. Maybe four or so of the women remain with your group.

By the time you make it back to Latchky the sun is just beginning to crest the horizon. The guards stop you when they see Eluvi, but you once again explain that she is with you, and they (somewhat reluctantly, admittedly) allow her to pass with the rest of you.

Merin turns to the group as you enter the settlement proper, her face split in a wide smile. "Well girls, that delivery may have been a bit of a stumble for us, but this has been our smoothest job in weeks. I'll take these ladies here," she gestures to the freed adventurers, "… and inform the client that the kobold issue is over. For now, at least. Hopefully what you said to them takes, Ariel. I can't imagine it's easy to keep an eye out for traps all the time. Goddess knows I got sick of it already, and we were only in there for a day."

She shakes her head, clearing away the thoughts of the dungeon, and dismisses the group with a wave. You've got some free time to yourself. Liane is headed to the church with a buzz of excitement, while Evara, and Fi are headed to the tavern. Ju is accompanying Merin, lending her shoulder to one of the few women who remains pregnant.


Eluvi is practically attached at your hip. The dragonling clings to you arm, her wings tucked in close around her as she glances nervously around the place. She keeps looking up and muttering something you can't quite hear. You stroke her head gently and pull her close as you follow after Liane. Eluvi mewls in appreciation as you rub her scalp and obediently strides beside you.

The church is mostly empty, thankfully, and Liane is currently speaking with a concerned looking Sybil. The priestess nods, then takes her into the medical room… who are you kidding, it's basically your current base of operations at this point.

You follow after them and notice that Eluvi has calmed considerably in the church, though she still holds tightly to your arm. Liane is laying on the bed as Sybil places her palm against her belly, sending a surge of magic into her womb. This time, instead of the magic simply fading as it did with Fi and Evara, two bright white lights emit from Liane's body in response.

"Twins." Sybil confirms, a little surprised. She turns to you as you approach and her face turns stern. "Are they yours, Ariel?"


"They are." You confirm, your face matching hers in seriousness. "I plan on raising them." You panic a little as a terrible thought occurs to you. "It was consensual! I didn't force her, and we agreed–"

Both you and Liane, who is currently trying to speak in your defense, are cut off. "I am not concerned about whether you raped her, Ariel. You have earned more of my trust than that. I am concerned about what you plan to do regarding them. You say you will raise them yourself, but where? Here? Your children will be either imps or Fallen, Ariel. If anyone from the church visits…" She leaves the rest unsaid. "I just want to know that you have a plan, dear."

What is you plan regarding the twins? Not just them, but any future children? Sybil isn't wrong, raising them here isn't without some risk. You can pretty easily lie about your children's nature to a bunch of adventurers who won't know any better, but any priestess with actual education, or even some nobles, could blow your cover if they happen to visit.

Skask is apparently fairly tolerant of monster children, from what you understand. It's further from the dungeon, but you may be able to pull some strings with Khazi, since you helped her. Hell, she'll probably be happy to help another monster mother, from how she was so dead-set on keeping her own children.

You could also try and set up a place in the wilderness. It'd cost money to get it made, and you'll have to scare off any monsters in the area, but it'd be isolated and safe, and you could expand fairly easily to accommodate any future childcare needs.


"We'll build a home in the forest." You say. "That way they have plenty of room to play and stretch their wings. I know the area well enough, there are several places that could work. I'll just have to clear out the monsters there first."

She stares at you for a long while, before nodding. "Very well. I will be in my room, should you need me." She brushes past you, her arm brushing against your own, the touch sending a shiver of need straight to your groin.

Eluvi looks at you brightly. "Are we making a new cavern? Oh, can I make the treasure room? I already made one, I'm the best at it." You pat her head, causing her to squeak in delight.

Liane speaks up. "You'd really make a whole house in the forest for our babies?" She asks, positively glowing at you. "I didn't think you'd just leave them, but… well, most monsters don't care that much." She lifts herself from the bed and plants a kiss on your lips. "But then, you're not much of a monster, are you Ari?"

Damn it, now everyone is going to call you that. Fucking Rosie. Actually, maybe you could fuck Rosie. She'd probably be up for it, and those tits were something els–

You shake your head, clearing the remnants of purity-induced horniness from your brain. "I try." You reply with a grin and a kiss of your own. Eluvi looks at you plaintively, clearly feeling left out.


You cup the dragonling's chin in your hand and lean into her lips. She melts delightedly into you, then *meeps* as your tongue pushes past her lips. You wrap her tongue with yours a good ten seconds then break the kiss with a loud *smack*. Her face is once more the same shade as her scales, and she staggers over to a bed and lays down.

"You might want to talk with your friend." Liane notes after laughing at the scalekin's reaction. "I don't really think she's mad, just… worried."

You probably should, yes. You take the short journey to Sybil's room and knock on the door.

"Come in, Ariel." You do so, noting that she has already taken a seat at the foot of her bed. You move to sit on the opposite, but she pats the spot next to her, and you take it instead. Your cock swells as soon as you get close to her and you immediately have to fight not to peak at her cleavage, but you're not one to turn down an intimate setting.

"You know, it has not been that long since you came to me and told me what happened." She says, after a long pause. "I admit that I felt some trepidation in giving you a chance. As I watched you fly away a part of me was screaming at me to tell the guards not to let you back in, in case you had just been playing for sympathy."

You remain silent, unsure of what to say. You weren't really sure whether you were sincere or not then yourself, as it happens.

She continues before you get a chance to admit as much. "I was overjoyed when you came back after saving your new friends. You had already proven yourself, and you had done it in record time. Liane tells me you just saved another group of girls, and made a group of scalekin play nice." She takes your hand in her own and it's like every soft and fluffy and nice thing ever just grasped your hand. She smiles a little mournfully as she sees you flush.

"But I also found out that just being around me is torture for you. I see the way you look at me, Ariel. I see you fighting every urge a monster can have towards a woman." She's silent for a long time once more.

"Why? Is it because you think I will eventually give in, if you are good enough? Is it because you love me, and do not wish to hurt me? Or is it something…" She looks even sadder. "… less benevolent? Am I a nuisance for you? Would you prefer to be around your new friends, who will bear your children and not drive you wild with lust?"


"I do want you to trust me," you begin, and you see her eyes dim just a bit, "but only because I love you." You take her cheek in your other hand and turn her to face you, doing your best to ignore how fuzzy everything feels.

"You're like… the world's single best-looking, best-smelling, best-sounding woman right now, Sybil. Just touching you like this makes my whole body buzz with energy. I can't look into your eyes without drowning in them, I can barely stand to look at your bare skin without wanting to make you bare the rest of it. Every time I smell you I want to taste your every part, and hear you moan as I do it."

Her face burns crimson as you continue, and her mouth hangs open. "Every time we're alone together it's all I can do not to think about ripping your habit off and taking you then and there. Hell, right now I want to stick my tongue as far down your throat as I can." She shuts her mouth in a hurry, and you're pretty sure the majority of her blood is now in her face.

"But I don't do it, because I know you'd never forgive me, and I'd never forgive myself." You lean closer. "I want your first time to be special. I want it to feel a hundred times better than I feel right now, and that can only happen if you want it as much as I do. If you love me as much as I love you. Because if there's anything I learned from my various encounters, it's that having sex with someone you love feels far better than anything else."

She opens and closes her mouth and her breath smells like sweet nectar with just a hint of ambrosia and–

"If…" She swallows. "If I said I do love you… will you take me now? Will you… will make me preg…" Goddess, you didn't know a woman could look so cute. She's red as can be, and little embarrassed tears pool in her eyes as she tries to get the words out.


If there were medals for mental restraint, you'd be taking home the gold. Your muscles tense as you ready to toss her to the bed, but you stop at the last second. "Do you trust me to do that, Sybil?"

"Pfft!" She giggles and wipes away the tears that pooled in her eyes. "What is with you, Ariel? Do you just have to so… so… good, all the time?"

You open your mouth to retort that she's one to talk, which gives her just the opening she needs. Having mustered her courage, she darts forward to seal your lips with her own, her tongue finding its way awkwardly into a dance with your own.

She's not a very good kisser, to be honest, which is probably because this is her very first kiss. Not that you think that, or much of anything else. Your mind has been utterly overtaken by a raw, blinding light that cuts through every thought you have that isn't "take Sybil."

Your arms and wings wrap around her tightly and you take command of the kiss, greedily delving as deep into her mouth as you can. She moans sweetly into your mouth as your hands find their way to her cushioned ass and squeeze. Your cock almost explodes on the spot from that alone.

You muster your thoughts and realize you need to decide NOW how you're going to take her. She's gone this far, so freakier options aren't really off the table.

(I won't punish you for using Memory of Defilement or going for anal or anything. Go wild, if you want.)


You all but throw her onto the bed behind you, furiously stripping your harness and throwing it as far from you as possible. She's slowly slipping out of her own tight clothes, but stops as she sees your new jewelry. "Ariel! That's so–"

You're on her before she can finish, taking a page from Eluvi's book and pulling her top down to expose her nipples. You're latched onto one in a heartbeat, sucking it into your mouth and almost cumming from the taste of her flesh alone. Your hands wrap around her breasts and squeeze them, as if to milk more of her taste into your mouth.

Such efforts are frustratingly fruitless, of course, but you aim to remedy that. You console yourself for now by pressing her chest together and suckling both of her teats at once, eliciting cute little cries from the priestess as your tongue slavers over them.

Tiring of the appetizers, you move down to the main course, trailing kisses and nibbling at her skin as you seek your prize. Her bottoms are still on, and you angrily tear the offending garment down and the divine smell of her sex drives you well beyond the thin semblance of patience you had remaining.

She tastes even better than she smells. Were you in any state of mind to describe it, 'heavenly' would prove most apt. She tastes just like the food and drink of the goddesses, which you once snuck from your Mother in one of the few times you met her face-to-face. Sweet and salty and a thousand other tastes that mortals don't really have words for, all tinged with the naughtiness of her most personal places.

Sybil thrashes and moans as you eat her out, the all-new sensations driving her wild with pleasure. Your tongue dips in and out of her, sliding across her clit whenever it frees itself from her depths, causing her to squeal and tighten her delightfully soft-yet-firm thighs against your head. You stop just as you hear her approach her limit, and you hear a whine come from her.


"Why did you stop?" She asks, looking at you with a mix of disappointment and arousal. You point at your painfully-erect member, not trusting that you can form coherent words at the moment, and her mouth form a little 'o'.

"Right, it is only fair that I return the favor." She murmurs, getting on her knees as you slide off the bed. You stand in front of her, your cock just centimeters from her face. She grabs it tentatively and begins to stroke it up and down awkwardly.

"I have never done this before, Ariel. You cannot be mad at me if I am no good at it, understand?" You just barely grunt an agreement, which morphs into a drawn-out sigh as you feel a warm wetness travel from base to tip. She looks up into your eyes, watching your expression as she gives you your very first actual blowjob. Face-fucking doesn't count, Fi.

Her tongue travels up and down your length, awkward at first, until the priestess works out a good rhythm from watching your reactions. It's not long before she figures out that your head is where all the real pleasure is, and you double over as she takes it into her mouth, her tongue coiling around it over and over as she works her head back and forth.

You try, you really do, but it was a lost battle from the beginning. You feel your orgasm building, and know it's only a matter of seconds before you blow.

The only question is where you want it to go.


Sybil squeaks in surprise as you deposit the first of a very large load into her mouth, unable to move back as your hands hold her firmly in place. She's forced to swallow your seed as it comes, filling the room with the sounds of your groans and her gulps. You eventually lose your hold on her head as your spasms threaten to make you fall, but she stays glued to your dick regardless.

After what feels like an age your orgasm subsides, and you feel the cloud around your mind lifting a little. Releasing your head, you grab her chin and make her show you her mouth. A little of your cum falls down onto her breasts, and you rub them together to spread it across them. Satisfied, you rub her head just like you do Eluvi, causing her face to flush again.

A lewd idea strikes you, then. You've taken every hole a woman has to offer. Hell, you've been taken in every hole. But you've never taken more than one at a time. You delve into your memory, eventually settling on a mixture of what you've seen in the past. Two phalli, like the snake who deflowered you, but the shape…

The soon-to-be former virgin stares in shock as your cock ripples and twists, splitting into two. Each of them continues to spasm, and you gasp as the movement causes you an odd twinge of pleasure. They settle down after a moment, leaving you with a pair of purple-pink ribbed penises, based on the manhood of a demon you once fought.


You don't give her any time to protest your change as you shove her back onto the bed and move back down her body. You insert a pair of fingers from both hands into either of her entrances, and she jerks a little before permitting you to continue.

You've got her reduced to a quivering mess in less than a minute as you skillfully work your way into both holes, pistoning in and out of her in alternating rhythms to make sure she's always got one hole filled by your fingers. You also take the chance to fill both of then with the lubricant your magic produces. You don't want her first time to hurt.

Once more you end your assault just as she reaches the brink, causing her to pout. "Stop that, Ariel! I finished you, it's not fair!"

You grin and grab her legs, then pin them up near her head just as you did Fi. You're mere centimeters from her face now, each of you gazing into the other's eyes. "Ask me nicely, Sybil. A good priestess knows to pay respect to her angels."

Her face flushes despite her pout. She glares at you defiantly for a while, before finally breaking. "Please, Ariel?"

"Please what?" You tease, putting just a bit of pressure on her entrances. You're so close, and from the way she bites her lip you can tell she realizes it. She thrusts her hips up to try and capture you in her, but you pull back.

"Please let me cum!" She begs, tears in her eyes. "Fill me up, fuck me all night, knock me up, make me yours! Just please let me cum!"

Such a naughty priestess she turned out to be. You press down to claim her lips with hers, mingling the tastes of your respective juices, and then spear both of her holes.


She screams into you as you claim her virginities and you immediately feel a sense of relief and triumph wash over you, like you'd just gotten rid of a particularly pesky thorn in your side. The aura of purity Sybil emanates is still there, but now there's a bit of you in it. Just enough that you and any other devil who meets her knows that she's yours, now and forever. The maddening cloud it caused in you is replaced by a sense of confidence and possessiveness as you plumb her depths.

Her insides are as divine as you expected, the virginal tightness accompanied by a warmth that drives you to plunge deeper and deeper into her, claiming her inch-by-inch. The ridges on your new cock add a whole new thrill of pleasure as you pull out of her, each of them as sensitive as your glans as they are squeezed by her folds. If the sound of her squeals are any indication, they add a whole new dimension to the experience for her as well.

The priestess moans in delight and she does her best to meet your thrusts with her own, though she's not able to move as much with you pinning her down like this. Still, she puts forth a valiant effort, desperately milking you with every muscle she can muster.

It isn't long before the two of you approach climax together, and you both scream your ecstasy as you reach it. Your cocks deposit their load in alternating spurts, one spraying as the other prepares the next shot of cum, the sensation leaving you in a state of perpetual orgasmic bliss. Beneath you, Sybil is in a similar state of nirvana, your constant edging having heightened her final release.

Well, perhaps not final. You lay atop her for a minute, the two of swapping saliva as you ride out your orgasms and the accompanying afterglow. She breaks the kiss and sighs contentedly as you get off of her. "That was incredible, Ariel. I never thought th– oh!"

Whatever she was going to say is cut off as you grab her and lift her into you arms. She wraps her legs around you reflexively, looking at you with confusion. Her eyes widen in realization as you line up with her holes once more and thrust up.

You keep at it for the rest of the night, making sure this will be a night neither of you ever forget.


You eventually pass out, spent from your exertions. At least you lose consciousness satisfied at the sight of your lover leaking your cum from her ass and pussy both, the sheer quantity of it flooding a good portion of her cheeks and thighs. You think about going at the priestess again tomorrow, but for now consciousness escapes you as you drape your wings over the both of you and rest.

Your dreams are a bit more vivid than usual. You in a ravine, your wings broken and useless. Above you, towering into the sky, is the ravine itself, an unconquerable obstacle that you instinctively know none of your sisters has ever made much progress on. The wall is covered in sharpened rocks, and bloody handprints mark its length, along with mangled crimson feathers. Far, far above, you sense a familiar presence. Her. Your Mother, she who abandoned you.

In her glow you see three angels. One who is elegant, who turns away from temptation and uses her charisma to convince others to be better. Another is brave, standing with her wings spread wide to protect those she loves. The final woman is honest and forthright, using her magics to uphold her beliefs.

You turn away from Her glow. Below you, the ravine opens even more deeply into the earth, and though the path is long and dark you can see many of your sisters climbing down it. You feel a sadistic glee from the ravine's depths, and are aware of something watching you. It feels disgusting and delightful, like sex in a mire. In the sensations you discover two more angels, though each of them has obviously Fallen. The first is a seductress, using her wiles to entrap the wise and foolish alike. The other wields her magic like a rider's crop, forcing those around her to bend for her pleasure.

You pull away from the presence, and find your eye drawn to a walkway on your level of the ravine. It's thin, and in places it dips further up or down the ravine's length. You see no evidence of any others walking this path, but you're sure you could manage it if you tried. You know that to walk this path you would have to become something new, and are met with the images of two final women. The first explores the connections between love and lust, indulging in debauchery, but always making sure that her lover enjoys it as well. The second seeks the powers of heaven and hell together, and wields them side-by-side to forge her path.


You grit your teeth and leap at the ravine wall, wincing as the rocks tear your hands to shreds. You ignore the pain and begin to climb, heedless of the danger.


???

Location: ???

Date: ???

You stare at the statuette in your hands, brushing a finger across it as you ruminate on your thoughts, as you always do. If only you could……..

…….. click on the polished tiles, providing the only noise in this most secret hall. You deliberately avoid looking at the walls as you make your way to the end of the hall, finally reaching your destination after minutes of walking. You……..

…….. and place it next to its siblings. Yet another in a long line of……


(You have unlocked the beginnings of the Memory of Forgiveness. Continue down this Path to recover it fully, or seek Unity to gather as much of it and its twin Memory as you can.)


You wake with a start, the odd sensation of seeing something through someone else's eyes receding. What was that? You're certain you've never been in any place that resembled that long white hallway, and that statuette… odd. You can't quite remember how it looked.

"Ariel!" Sybil exclaims. You blink and glance at your newest lover, and find her eyes locked on something just above your head. You look up, and are greeted with a blinding white-blue light. Wincing, you let your eyes adjust before looking once more, and see it.

A white-blue halo hovers above your head, giving off a ghostly glow that illuminates the room. That's… new. You had a halo before you fell, of course, but that was a radiant gold. You stand and bat at the halo, causing Sybil to grab your wrist.

"Stop that!" She exclaims, and you stick a tongue out at her.

"It's my halo, I'll do what I want to it. I think it's mine, at least?" You look around, and confirm that there are no other angels, Fallen or otherwise, occupying the room. "Definitely mine."

She smacks your bottom. "Do not get cheeky with me, Ariel." She's not serious, you can tell. Still, you do get the urge to smack her own ass in return.

After glancing around the rest of you, you confirm that the rest of you has only slightly changed. Your wings are a bit bigger, the feathers are longer, and your eyes are tinged with the blue-white color of your new halo.

"So this is evolution," you say, flexing your wings experimentally. "I feel..."


"… better." You say, after what feels like a good few minutes. "Smarter, faster, stronger… all of it."

She gives your arm muscles a tentative squeeze. "They do feel a little thicker." She admits. "Oh, that reminds me!" She presses a hand to her stomach and releases a pulse of divine light, which is echoed by a smaller one.

She tears up and smiles. "Well, I never thought this is how I would become a mother, but… I am glad it was with you, Ariel." You place your hand over her own and kiss her. You're going to have to start coming up with names, soon.

"I have to tend to my duties, but do not let me keep you. I… no, we will be here when you return." She pats her womb again and moves to leave the room.


You let Sybil go and wander in to the medical room, where you're greeted by the sight of a dragonling who has completely commandeered her corner of the room. She has stolen the pillows and blankets from the unoccupied beds and proudly perches in the center of them on her own, positively preening. The others in the group watch her with mild amusement.

She perks up and waves at you as you enter. "Angel! You have grown!" The others look at you and gasp in surprise.

"Ari?" Fi asks, her eyes glued to your halo. "You haven't just been hiding that from us, have you?"

Evara shakes her head. "She's evolved. I didn't know Fallen Angels could do that. I suppose it makes sense, but they're so rarely seen that I never considered it."

Liane is, if you're any good at guessing, currently sketching out a new picture of you in her diary. Ju and Merin both take the opportunity to feel your newly increased muscle mass as Sybil did. Fi stands on her tiptoes next to you, frowning.

"You did grow. I used to come up to here." She pokes a finger into your side, causing you to giggle.

"Stop that!" You bat her hand away before she begins a full-on tickle assault. "Yes, I evolved. I feel better in just about every way. Maybe not as strong as some of my sisters, but… better than I was before without Mother's blessings."

After they fuss over you for a while they split and go their separate ways for the day, while you opt to stay with your new dragonling.

"So, Eluvi." She smiles brightly and you hear the covers being patted lightly by her tail. "What was with you being so nervous yesterday? You didn't let go of me from the point we left the dungeon all the way to bed."

She frowns and wraps her wings around her, glancing up. "I… have never been outside. Or, I hadn't before yesterday."

It takes you a second to realize what she's implying. "You've never been outside of the dungeon?"

She shakes her head. "No. Why would I leave? Everything I needed was either in Newgold or would come to me in time. Sometimes I would go and hunt for treasures in other parts of the dungeon, but those bird-women would never let me near the walls that led outside. Eventually I just stopped trying to get past them."

Huh. You hadn't considered that she wouldn't have been able to leave. You've never seen the Watchers defend their perch, but you know them well enough that it doesn't surprise you Eluvi couldn't get past them on her own.

"How do you know where to go?" She asks, after a brief silence. "There are no tunnels. Those… roads are sort of like tunnels, but surely they do not go everywhere? You can also just walk into the wild, where a tunnel wall would have blocked your way. I held onto you because I…" She hesitates, then continues. "… because I thought if you left me I would get lost."

That makes sense, in a way. You know that most adventurers find the dungeon positively labyrinthine. It makes sense that a monster who grew up there would find the outside to be just as much an enigma, even if in a different way.


"First off, Eluvi, I wouldn't just leave you in the middle of nowhere." She looks a little reassured.

"But, if it it will help you feel more confident…" You explain to the scalekin the various manners and mechanisms that the Beloved have developed over the years for navigation. She's particularly fascinated by the sky, and how one can track stars at night to know which direction is which.

She absorbs everything you can teach her with enthusiasm, and by the end of things looks to be quite confident in herself. You don't think she'll be clinging to you quite so tightly out in the open anymore.

"… anyways, I might be able to show you more tonight, if you like. I've never been much of a stargazer myself, but I know a few of the bigger constellations."

The little dragonling's tail pats the bed excitedly, and you realize that all those pillows are probably sparing the bed frame from a sudden splintery end. "Can we fly to the stars? I tried to fly to the top of the mountain once but a colony of bats tried to take me down." She growls. "Cowards. I could beat them easily in a fair fight."

"I've never tried." You admit. "But maybe one day we'll give it a shot."

She hugs you and pulls you close, then freezes. "You're very shiny now, Ariel." She sounds almost… aroused? It's not quite the same as normal arousal, but close. "If I put you on top of my horde, I bet it would light up like the stars…"

Her voice trails off in wonder she imagines it, and you wonder if you just created your own personal monster.


You crack open the tome of Infernal magic you managed to borrow from Eluvi temporarily. All it cost you was spending the afternoon in her horde, while she marvels at how the light of your halo reflects off her various trinkets. You probably shouldn't encourage this behavior, but hey. She's having fun, and it's kind of cute, really.

You flip through the pages before settling on the Lesser Crest of Asmodeus. Making more children speaks to you on a deeper level, and it does have some combat applications.


You eventually free yourself from the dragon who has captured you, causing her to pout for a while before you distract her with your dagger. Hopefully she doesn't hurt herself… well, she'll probably be fine. She's got scales.

Like the majestic trapdoor spider you wait, and eventually your chosen morsel walks into your web. Evara walks into the room, glancing between you and the dragon. "She's not going to hurt herself, is she?"

"She'll be fine. She's a big girl." You swoop over and place an arm around the elf, sitting her on her own bed next to you. Her eyes widen marginally, but she doesn't protest.

"Making your move on me, finally?" She asks demurely, fluttering her eyelashes in a faux-seductive manner.

You laugh and pull her closer. "Is that what you want, Evara?" You whisper into her ear, brushing your lips against the pointy tip. Her ear twitches and you feel her jump a little in your arms.

"Did it get you all hot and bothered when I took Liane and Fi? Which one did you like more?" She opens her mouth in surprise at your forwardness, and you continue your assault.

You move your lips to her neck. "Come on, Evara. You're an experiences woman. Surely you have a favorite way to get fucked? Do you want me to take you rough and leave you a sodden mess? Maybe you like it when someone pampers you. Or maybe…"

She presses a hand against you face and pushes you away. Is she… blushing? You must be getting better at this whole seduction thing.

"Sorry." You say, not really sorry at all. "I didn't realize I was coming on so strong." She shakes her head and re-composes herself.

"You're fine. It's just been a long time since anyone has taken the lead with me like that. Most of the time either I'm the one doing the seducing, or the monster just skips straight to fucking me." She grins over at you. "You might have gotten further if you'd done just that, you know."

She's bluffing. You got to her, and she knows it. "Maybe." You say. "You haven't been courted for a while, then?"

She shakes her head once more. "Not since I left home, which would be… oh, I forget how long ago. The years sort of blend together, after a while."

You seize upon the chance to learn more about your bardic companion. "What was it like? Leaving your home, I mean." She looks at you curiously, then understanding dawns in her eyes.

"I had it easier than you did, I imagine. I didn't get kicked out, I just… got bored and left." She shrugs. "There's not a lot to do back in Lykara, and since we elves live long we tend to just wile the time away." You recognize the name. Lykara is your standard elvish city, hidden away in a forest far from the dungeon. You've never been, as the worship of Justicia was far less common there.

"I did just about everything there was to do that wasn't hunting or fighting. Never could stomach the idea of killing something else, even if it was what put food on my table. Eventually I just sort of… slept the days away."

She sighs. "To make a very long story very short, a human woman once visited my home. She told me stories about everywhere she'd been, and I realized that even though I'd lived easily ten of her lifetimes, she had seen more than I'd ever even dreamed of. It was something of an eye-opener, and I left with her."

She smiles at the memory. "I still visit her grave from time to time, to tell her about all the things I've seen since then, and to thank her for teaching me what it means to really live, and not just exist."

That was… considerably deeper than you expected the conversation to be, honestly. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Evara."

She leans her head against you shoulder and plants a kiss on your collar. "Sure thing, Ariel. Just… maybe consider telling us about how you left home, one day. I know it isn't pleasant, but you'll never let it go if you keep it bottled up forever." You don't answer, can't answer, and she looks you in the eyes.

"I'll be here if you ever want to talk about it." She stands and grabs an item from her bag. "Anyways, I only really came back for this. See you tonight." She winks and blows you a kiss, then departs.

You think you might be able to see quite a bit of her tonight, actually.


Night falls, and you feel an intimately familiar urge take you. You wonder if fucking someone every night is going to become a habit, as you find your way to the communal bedroom.


You catch Evara as she's entering your communal bedroom. Literally– you take her by the arm just as she walks in the door and turn her around.

"Ari?" She looks at you, confused but not displeased. "Are we going somewhere?"

"Yes," you confirm, all but pushing her out of the room now. "We're going out on a date." You've never been on one before, but you understand the concept. Mostly, at least.

It may be a bit unusual, but most people aren't going to immediately assume sexual or romantic intent from you, considering what they think you are. Which reminds you…

With a familiar effort of will your halo blinks out of existence, the blue radiance it cast fading into nothing. Evara raises a delicate eyebrow at the sight, but says nothing. You lead the elf to the inn, which is the closest thing to a classy establishment that Latchky has.

A brief exchange with the innkeeper gets you an out-of-the-way table in the corner. It's just dark enough that you could maybe get away with rubbing her thigh under the table, if you were so inclined, but for tonight you decide to restrain yourself. People don't do lewd things on dates, you're fairly certain. That sort of thing is for afterwards, surely?

The two of you sit across from one another and order your meals. She gets a salad, which you copy, as mortal food never really meant much to you one way or another. She giggles a little mischievously, but waves you off when you question her, telling you you'll find out soon enough. You make idle chit-chat for a while, then your orders arrive. You watch her take the first few bites, then tuck in after.

"Oh!" You say, pleasantly surprised. It's not bad, actually. The greens themselves are sweet and surprisingly filling. The dressing it came with is a sort of salty-sour flavor that offsets the natural sweetness of the greens. You haven't really ever had decent mortal food, since you never had to eat before Falling, and after… well, you basically just scavenged what you could, and even recently with Merin's group you stuck with whatever the cheapest (and therefore least appetizing) option was.

"You like it?" She asks, surprised. You nod in response as you go for another bite. "Huh. Most non-elves can't stand Lykaran lettuce. It tastes really bitter to them, apparently." Her lips twist into a cute little pout. "Boo. I was looking forward to seeing you squirm."

You bap her across the table with a free wing, causing her to giggle again, and she gently shoves your leg with hers beneath the table. You choose to be magnanimous and avoid escalating your mock conflict, instead finishing the salad and then waiting for her to finish hers.

"So." She asks, wiping her full pink lips with the napkin that came with her salad. "Does your 'date' end with a meal, or is there more for me to look forward to?" There's a twinkle in her eye that tells you she's looking forward to the post-date cuddle the most, but you stay silent for a while.

"I want to ask you something first." You say, meeting her eyes with your own.

"Oh?" She asks, gesturing for you to continue.

"That human woman you told me about earlier today. Did you love her? Like, really love her?" Her eyebrows arch in that elegant manner once more, clearly not expecting the question.

She's surprisingly quick to answer. "Yes, I did. Though, I should warn you that asking about a woman's previous relationships during a date is something of a faux pas, Ari." She smiles, to indicate that she has taken no offense herself.

You nod. "Sorry. I've just been thinking about what we talked about earlier today. I don't want to be just another monster to you, Evara. Or to anyone, really," you admit, "I want this to be special for both of us, and I think I know how to do that."

She cocks her head to the side, taking your words in, then nods. "Alright, Ari. Blow me away."

You smile and spread your arms. "You told me that she changed your life by telling you about, then showing you, Gaea. I imagine you've been most everywhere there is to be down here, but I've been somewhere I know you've never seen."

Her eyes widen as she realizes what you're implying.

"I can't take you there quite yet, but… well. One day, I promise I'll show you where I came from. We may have to sneak past my sisters, or do Goddess-knows what to break open the gates, but I'll show you Heaven."

She can't help but snicker. "You know, when most girls say that to me it's a chintzy line about how they're going to blow my mind with sex. I think this is the first time anyone has ever meant they were going to show me the real deal."

You flap your wings a little, nervousness surging through you. Goddess, that was a corny line, wasn't it? She laughs and reaches out to grasp your hand. "You're fine, Ari. It was cute."

You take a breath, reassured. "I can't take you just yet, you understand. But for now, maybe I can describe it for you?"

She beams. "I'd like that, Ari."

So you do. You tell her about the gates of Heaven, towering over the clouds, watched over by a legion of your sisters. You tell her about the dining halls, and the nectar and ambrosia that flow from fountains that pull double-duty as tables. She listens with rapt attention the entire time, eyes sparkling as you weave the image of Heaven with your words

You tell her about the time you saw Sariel break down sobbing after a couple of parents abandoned their newborn after they decided to split up, as she blamed herself for the difficult years the babe would face. She laughs when you regale her with stories of your little sister Kynael, who looked up to you so much that she once dipped her wings in ink. It took you a week to get it out of her, and you had to stop her twice more from trying to color her wings in other ways.

Your vision blurs and she reaches out to brush the tears from your eyes. You hadn't realized that you missed them so much.

"Oh, Ari." She says, her voice laden with sympathy. "It's okay. You can tell me about the rest later."

You apologize, but agree to stop for now. It wouldn't do to break down in public like this. Angels aren't supposed to cry in front of mortals, for fear of it shattering the image they have of angels as the ever-orderly hands of the goddess.


The two of you depart the inn and make your way back to the church after that. The streets are empty, and your bard companion takes the opportunity to lean into you, her hand capturing your own. You're grateful for the human contact after that conversation, so you enjoy it in silence.

It isn't long before you find yourself standing in the church proper. You turn to head towards your communal bedroom, but Evara instead pulls you to the little wooden altar at the head of the main room.

"You know," she begins, looking at you slyly. "I left something out of my story earlier." You blink in confusion, but gesture for her to continue. "She wasn't just my lover. Filia– the human who took me from Lykara," she explains hastily, seeing your confusion deepen at the name. "She was my wife. We married a few years after we met."

Oh. "I don't talk about her to most people, because, to be honest? I haven't really stuck with a group of the shorter-lived races for all that long since she passed. It broke my heart when she was gone, but what was worse was knowing that I still had another millennia to go without her." She's speaking calmly, but you can hear the weight behind her words. You get the feeling that the only thing keeping her calm is that she has had a long time to acclimate to this particular emotional scar.

"The only thing that kept me going at first was my daughters, but half-elves… well, they followed her far sooner than I would have liked." Now it's your turn to console the elf, and she leans her face into your hand as your thumb brushes away a tear. "Sorry. Like I said, I don't talk about this much."

"What I'm trying to say," she says after a deep breath, "is that I've kept myself out of relationships for fear of ending up alone again. But then you come along, an immortal angel, telling me about your cute little sister and trying to sweep me off my feet like I'm two-hundred years old, well. It sort of gets a girl thinking."

She stares deeply into your eyes. "I want to stay with you. I want my next children to live as long as– no, longer than me. We don't have to commit to anything right away, but one day? I want us to be married, Ariel."

You're at a loss for words at first. You've never been proposed to, and it honestly hadn't occurred to you to propose to anyone yourself. But it sounds nice, honestly. She clearly doesn't expect an immediate answer, and you don't really have one to give at the moment. So much can happen to a Fallen Angel, and you don't want to end up widowing her all over again.

So instead of giving an immediate answer, you lean in to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. She smiles in response, and returns it with a peck of her own. The both of you understand the meaning behind the gesture. Maybe it's not a promise of marriage, but it's a promise that you'll answer her some day.


You lean in to take her lips again, and she pulls you tightly against her as you both sink into a more intimate kiss, tongue and all. You had been fairly confident in your own skills after your previous encounters, but Evara puts you to shame. You're not entirely convinced that elves only have the one tongue, with the way she moves that thing around yours.

It doesn't take long before the pair of you have divested one another of your clothing, and you have her against the altar. She giggles. "I've never fucked an angel in a church before. You're showing me all sorts of new things already."

"I'm not technically an angel," you correct. She grabs your arm and pulls you into another smooch.

It breaks with a wet *smack* and you're left a little light headed. Goddess, how does she even do that with her tongue? "Hush. You're sweeter than any other angel I've ever met." Your face flushes more deeply and she laughs again.

With minimal effort you lift her onto the altar and kneel down, pressing your lips to her sex and showing off some of your own tongue skills. She moans sweetly, encouraging you to focus on one spot or another as you explore her folds. Her fingers thread through your hair as she coos her guidance at you, and it isn't long before she's practically flooding your face and the altar both. You'll have to remember to clean up before Sybil wakes in the morning, or you'll be getting an earful.

Standing, you line your rod up with her sodden pussy. The head of your cock brushes her lips and she mewls, still sensitive from her recent orgasm. Without any further ado you spear her on your length, causing her to arch her back and wrap her legs around you.

Your thrusts are long, slow affairs at first, as you take the chance to savor the feeling of her inner walls milking you. Her moans are equally long and drawn out. She verbally guides you into finding her weakest spots, and when you find her G-spot and you're suddenly thrust over the edge all at once as it feels as though her entire body clenches down on you in response.

Well, that just won't do at all. You force Infernal power through your body and into your groin. Your flagging rod returns to full strength with a vengeance, but you don't stop there. You twist your shape and size within her so that your every thrust will strike her right in that spot, then get ready for another round.

She squeals as you slam into her in earnest, your every thrust driving directly into her most sensitive region. You clap a hand over her mouth as she bucks and spasms against your assault to keep her from waking everyone in the building, but her shrieks of pleasure are quite audible nonetheless. It isn't long before she milks you of another load, and the sudden surge of opiate semen amplifies her pleasure, sending her into another orgasm of her own.


You give her a moment to rest, hypnotized by the rise and fall of her breasts as she gasps for air in the aftermath of her intensified climax. She slides off of it with shaky legs, leaning against you to keep her footing. She giggles into your own chest, then looks up at you. "You know, you're getting started on kids a little early, Ari."

"Are you alright with that?" You ask, dead serious. She puckers her lips and ponders for a moment before answering.

"I am. You'll be taking responsibility one day though, missy." She pokes a finger into your chest in mock severity, and you giggle yourself.

You place your palm just above her pubic region and call upon your Infernal magics once more. She yelps a little in surprise, but trusts you enough to not fight the magic. In mere seconds there's a cute little mark in the spot you touched, a stylized pink heart being embraced by a pair of equally stylized black angel wings.

"It's cute." She notes, rubbing the spot experimentally. "Kind of sensitive, too."

You file that information away for later abuse, and explain. "It makes you more likely to have children, and you'll also have more of them." She gives you a look, and you continue. "It also makes me more sexually appealing to you."

She bops your nose. "Dork." Before you can respond, she pushes you so that you're lying on the ground. She climbs atop you and slides her groin along your length, humming to herself, before smoothly taking you into her once more.

It's not the first time a woman has taken the lead with you, but Evara is an order of magnitude more experienced that Liane was. It's your turn to jerk and buck beneath her as she works her hips back and forth, up and down, side to side, and in other more exotic manners. Her legs quiver as you continue to hit her G-spot, but sheer determination drives her to make you cum first.

In the end, she just barely beats you. You moan as you release your third batch of baby batter for the night, and the sudden influx of pleasure-amplifying chemicals sets her to writhing atop you. She collapses onto you, spent, but you're not done quite yet.

You grab her ass and slowly slide in and out of her, causing her to cry out prettily as you work her overly-sensitive nethers over. Slowly, you bring her to another climax atop you, releasing even more of your magically-infused cum into her womb. She's stopped talking now, and is instead just holding as tightly to you as she can, her moans encouraging you ever-further.

You keep it up for a good while longer, until she is well and truly exhausted. She's not the mess that Fi was, but her sweaty form and overflowing pussy serve as evidence of your efforts nonetheless. Prudence overtakes you, and you make sure to clean the mess you two have made before gently lifting the elf into your arms and bridal carrying her to your bed. She snuggles against you despite her exhaustion, and you drift off into slumber.


You wake when, for once, your lover stirs before you. Evara is already up and getting dressed, and you whine when she pulls away from your grasping hands. She ruffles your hair with a laugh. "Oh no you don't. I've seen how long you'll sleep in if you have a girl to cuddle."

You muster your strength and flop out of bed, then manage to squeeze yourself into your armor. It's a new day, and you've got plenty you could do.

You could just do as you did yesterday and take things easy. Relax, learn a few spells, take care of your friends.

Of course, you did promise to find a place to live. It'll take a bit of time, but considering how quickly monster children gestate you think sooner is probably better than later.

You could also convince Merin to take a new job, and head to the dungeon to do it. More money is always helpful.


You figure it's probably best to find a home. You're not 100% sure on Fallen Angel gestation rates, but if the slightest hint of a bump you can see on Liane's bare belly is any indication, it's pretty quick. Best to get this started.

The only question now is how you do it. You have a few spots in mind, of course. But it's been a while since you went out of your way to scout the area in earnest.

It'd be easiest to fly over and take a peak at a few spots. You'd have to go either alone or with Eluvi, but it's by far the quickest way.

You could also go by foot. It'd have to be a whole day-long trip, but you'd be able to bring the others along, and they might have a few insights you'd lack on your own.


You opt to take the entire party. Liane and Sybil will likely want to have some input into where their children will be raised, and the others will all be bearing your daughters soon enough, if you have your way.

Luckily, it's not too much effort to gather the entire group in one place, Sybil included. You tell them your plan, and with minimal fuss they agree to go. Fi in particular seems interested in the fact that you're working to establish a home for your children, and has offered to help scout any spots you like.

Officially speaking, you're all on a quest issued by Sybil to escort her into the forest for some holy duty or another. She's not entirely comfortable with lying like that, but acquiesces for the sake of her child. You all gather your things and head off into the wilds to find your new home.


This is your mission, and so you take the lead. You have a few spots you know of offhand that might work well. The first one that comes to mind is a clearing with a nearby pond that's fairly out of the way. Most Beloved will never set foot in the area, but monsters both male and female frequent that area and will need to be dissuaded from entering the area.

There's also a nice cave closer to the dungeon. It's effectively a premade shelter, and the river is close enough that water won't be an issue. There's a decent chance the cave is currently occupied, but once you deal with whatever is already there you should be able to hold it with minimal fuss. The only long-term problem is the cave's proximity to the dungeon means that adventurers frequent the area, so you may end up having to shuffle them away if they come sniffing around the place for monsters or treasures.

Speaking of the dungeon, you could always set up shop there. It'd be far from Beloved society, but depending on the exact spot you opt to set up shop you may be able to begin carving out your own piece of monster society. The adventurer problem would remain, however, and it may be harder to convince someone you and your children are not Fallen Angels if you live in the dungeon itself.

Finally, you could just wander a bit and see where fate leads you. You might find nothing at all, but with the others' help you may end up stumbling upon the perfect home.


You wander around for the better part of a day, each of your group splitting of into different groups every so often in hopes that your respective skillsets might merge in just the perfect way to find you the perfect home.

Unfortunately, nothing really seems to leap out at you. There are a few spots that might be decent, such as an old hollowed out tree that Evara claims used to house a Totem of some sort, but she also points out that said Totem may not take kindly to monsters infesting the area should it think to look in on its old stomping grounds.

Liane discovers another cave, but this one has evidence of some greater spawn using it as its abode, and you'd really rather not fight some giant nightmare of a giant bear or whatever it happens to be, even with your recent power boost.

You've just about given up hope when you hear something from deeper in the forest– the sound of someone cutting wood, if you're not mistaken, and doing it with considerable force. Curiosity is tempered by caution as you inch further towards the sound, and eventually you're greeted by the sight of a decent-sized clearing which houses a little cottage. A small stream flows into the area and terminates into a tiny body of water, which you find odd since you don't remember any water sources being in this area.

It isn't long before you spot the source of the cutting earlier. A woman at least a foot and a half taller than you is chopping firewood with frightening ease, slicing logs in twain with one hand while prepping the next one with her other. Had the sight of her effortless labors not betrayed her incredible strength, her muscles surely would have. There's not an ounce of fat on her, save for her breasts and ass, which more than make up for the lack of fat elsewhere. The entire picture of her is topped off with a pair of prominent horns that protrude from her head.

Eva sucks in a sharp breath next to you. "That's a minotaur." She says, voice just barely quavering. "They're crazy strong, and I've never heard of one just… living in a quaint little forest cottage before. I don't think we can take her, Ari."

She's probably right, if the way that woman is currently tearing through those logs is any indication. "Are they aggressive?" You ask.

She shrugs. "I've never met one. There are legends of them kidnapping maidens and holding them as sex slaves in dungeons, but this hardly looks like a dungeon to me."

So. You're left with a choice. This place is… well, perfect. Out of the way, easy access to water, plenty of room to expand. But it's occupied, and by someone you'd at the very least struggle to fight if it came to that. You don't necessarily have to fight her, though. Maybe you can work out some kind of deal? Or maybe you can drive her off some other way?


Silver tongue, don't fail you now. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, gesturing for the others to remain behind. In the worst case, you can probably fly away if you need to. Other than Eluviendis, the others don't have that luxury.

You also make sure to wait for her to finish her woodchopping and set down the axe. She can probably still bring you down with her fists, but it at least makes you feel a little better about approaching the walking mountain of muscle. The minotaur sets her axe down and begins gathering a bundle of wood under her arms, and you make your move.

"Excuse me!" She freezes at the sound of your voice, then turns her head rapidly in your direction. She relaxes a little as she sees you alone, but you can see the tension remains in her stance. You continue, seeing as she has yet to charge you. "May I help you with that? I can't carry as much as you, but I can probably save you a trip."

She looks down at the pile, then back at you. She shrugs, jerking her head towards the wood, then turns to deposit her load behind the cottage and under an open storage area. You let out a breath of relief now that you've got an in with her, and hurry to lift your fill.

Unsurprisingly, you weren't wrong when you told her you can't lift as much as she can. She does seem mildly impressed at what you do manage to carry, however. You utter a small prayer of thanks to whichever of the Corrupt Goddesses gifted monsters with evolution, and in only a two trips the pair of you have transferred the entire pile into storage.

You nearly collapse as she claps your shoulder. "Thanks." She says gruffly, her voice deep and rough. You can't quite place her accent. It's not anything local, that's for sure. It sounds vaguely similar to a peninsula you worked in centuries ago. "But I figure you didn't come out to my neck of the woods to help me put away some firewood."

You nod. "I…"


You end up explaining your predicament to her in full. She listens in silence, but you can tell she's loosening up a bit around you. She doesn't even seem all that surprised or upset when you admit that there are others nearby, and relaxes completely when you assure her that you have no intention of chasing her off.

"Sorry to dump all of that on you out of nowhere." You say, a bit embarrassed at spilling your troubles on a complete stranger. "My name is Ariel, by the way. Might I ask yours?"

She nods and you see the hint of a smile. "I am Asteria." She offers a massive hand and you take it, thankful that she's not one of those who likes to make a strength contest out of her handshakes. You'd probably lose your hand, if she was.

She releases your hand and gestures for you to follow her inside. "Bring your friends. There is room." You wave to the treeline and the rest of Merin's Merry Mercenaries (and Sybil!) join you in entering the minotaur's cottage.

It's bigger than it looked from the outside. There's enough room that Asteria can comfortably move around despite her ample size, which means you and yours have a positively ludicrous amount of space. It looks like just about any other cottage you've seen, otherwise. Nice and cozy, homey. Perfect.

She heads into another room and returns with a few non-minotaur sized chairs, gesturing for the lot of you to take your seats, which you do. Some of you with more trepidation than others, but hey.

"Which of you are the mothers?" She asks, looking the group over. Liane raises her hand proudly, followed a moment later by a more shy Sybil. "May I?" She asks, gesturing towards their bellies. Liane once more responds immediately, and the minotaur presses a palm to her belly.

"Mm. Recent, but they grow quickly. You will give birth in another week or so." Liane beams and rubs her slight bulge happily, cooing to your daughters. "That is good. Talk to them as much as you can, it helps them know your voice even before they enter Gaea."

Sybil allows Asteria to touch her belly as well, after seeing that there is no risk. The minotaur confirms that the child will be arriving shortly after her sisters, and repeats her advice about speaking to the child while still in the womb. "That goes for you too, Ariel. If they do not recognize their sire's voice you will find it difficult to calm them, compared to their mothers."

You nod, filing the information away. "I hate to ask, since we just met, but is it at all possible we could make a little home of our own and live in the clearing with you? For just a while, at the very least?"

She shakes her head, and you feel your heart sink, though her next words surprise you. "There is room in the cottage. You will stay here, and I will work on building an extension, for when you make more."

You feel your jaw drop, and see the expression mirrored on your companions faces. Fi is the first to recover. "You'd do that for a bunch of complete strangers? Why?"

The minotaur smiles in full now, and you feel your heart skip a beat. She's got a surprisingly soft smile, for one with such a rock-hard body. "I have sired many children of my own," she replies, "and I cannot imagine leaving a mother and her daughters to the mercy of the world when my own home will serve them just as well. You do not seem the type to take advantage of my kindness, either."

"Besides, I have lived alone long enough. A few new faces will do me good."


You're left at a loss for words. That was… well, much easier than you feared. Your babies have a home, and with Asteria around you don't really have to fear monsters or adventurers encroaching on the area.

"Words cannot express my gratitude, Asteria." You say, completely truthfully. "But I will try regardless. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart."

She pats your shoulder. "Mm. I will make up the guest beds. Feel free to look around the clearing, if you like, or the cottage."

You have some free time before settling into your new home, while Asteria prepares your beds. You can spend it with a friend or two exploring your new home, or even chat up Asteria while helping with your new bedrooms. You can also just settle in to practice skills or learn magic, perhaps with one of your magic-capable companions.


You follow after Asteria, determined to not make your new host do all the work by herself. She doesn't complain, and you both make your way into your new bedroom.

It's huge, and the bed–or rather, the bare mattress– is huge as well. Big enough for all of your group to languish comfortably on and more. She scratches her neck as she sees you staring. "I got carried away one day and made this. It is too big for just me, but if you and your mates are comfortable sharing…"

You assure her that it's fine, and the two of you set to work finding sheets, blankets, and pillows to adorn the mattress. She apparently isn't quite at skilled at working cloth and the like as she is with wood, but you find enough disparate articles that you think your group will be able to sleep comfortably tonight. You can always go buy a bigger bedset later.

You chat as you hunt for articles of clothing, and you push the conversation towards…


"You mentioned you left your home." You mention, cautiously. She nods, and gives you a small smile.

"It is an unfortunate story, but I have had much time to come to terms with it. My home is an island called Kriti, across the sea." You recognize the name, somewhat. "It is but one of many such islands. The only thing that made us unique was a dungeon, not so different from your own. The Labyrinth of Kriti, they called it."

Her smiles turns wistful. "It is where I was born, as many of my kind are. The Labyrinth's halls worm their way beneath the sea and up into our neighbor islands, which let us hunt for mates with ease. My namesake, the original Asteria, ruled the Labyrinth as a queen among Beasts. We thought we were unstoppable, invincible. That we were the chosen daughters of Chimera herself."

She sighs. "I heard a proverb once, from one of the Beloved monks. 'The frog in the well knows nothing of the sea.' We were fools who thought our home the whole world, and we grew pompous. When we finally caught the attention of someone greater, we were humbled."

You sit in silence for a moment, unsure if she's going to continue, but just before you can break the silence she does. "They were weaker than us, but more numerous. Brutes, armed and armored each. They outflanked us, outmaneuvered us, drew us into traps. We had grown complacent with the ease of our raids, and knew nothing of how to combat this new foe. Those who did not wise up fast enough were captured, and taken to serve as labor or breeding stock. I was lucky, and managed to hide in one of the hidden passages that led to a small island we used for what little sea trade we managed."

She shrugs. "From there, I slowly made my way across Gaea. I met many women, monster and Beloved alike, and had many children. Most of my daughters went their own way sooner than I liked, but it is in our blood to wander in our youth. One day I found myself at a dungeon not so different from my home, and decided to settle down."

You hug her, and she returns the embrace with some surprise. "Sorry," you say as you release the hug. "It just felt like the right thing to do."

Once more you are almost sent to the floor as she pats your shoulder. "It was not unwelcome. I just have not been held in many years."

You continue to work in silence for a while following that conversation, before you decide to make your move. "Would you ever consider having more children of your own, in the future?"

She pauses, thinking. "I would not say no to having more daughters." She nods, slowly. "With your own children here, though, I would worry about how they might interact. Normally my daughters were raised among their sisters alone to prevent accidents, but I have learned to handle their wilder impulses."

You blink at her. "Accidents? Wilder impulses?"

She laughs, her voice rich and hearty. "We tend to seek mates as soon as we are able. Chimera's gift to us makes us seek as many different mates as we can, especially in our youth. It is part of the reason my sisters were taken as breeding slaves, Beast blood forms cross-blooded more easily than the blood of other monsters." She explains. "My kind are often aggressive in pursuing mates, hence the raiding. As I said, though, I believe I could handle their urges."

You let that information sink in, before taking your shot. "Would it be different if they were half-sisters with my other children?" You ask, almost but-not-quite innocently.

(Category Aspect Discovered: Beasts are driven to breed with many different species, to better increase their chances of creating new and interesting monsters. This urge does not concern itself regarding whether the Beast is the sire or mother, however. They suffer a penalty to resist seduction attempts (combat or non-combat) from any species they have not encountered before. On the flipside, their urge to breed gives them an equivalent bonus to their own attempts to breed those same species.)


You see her pants tighten at the crotch as she realizes what you're implying. Goddess, that thing is enormous!

She coughs and turns her head, gathering her wits. "It would not be as bad, no. They would still seek to breed, but they would not dream of hurting their sisters."

You smile brightly. "Well, perhaps it would be better safe than sorry, hm?" You hear her gulp, but sadly the two of you finish your task before you can tease her further, and she takes the opportunity to go 'start dinner.' Ah well. You get the feeling you don't need to push her much harder than this. Another go at her tomorrow would do it for sure.

Dinner, as it happens, is pretty good. Asteria makes a stew of some sort, made of the meat of some spawn or another. It's not bad, and you find yourself going for seconds alongside many of your allies. The minotaur is fairly insistent on both Sybil and Liane eating more than their fill, claiming that bear is good for the babies. You don't know about that, but then again she's the one who's bred a veritable horde of monsters, so what the hell.

Asteria retires to her room for the night, leaving the rest of you to claim your respective spots on the oversized guest bed. It's so much more comfy than sleeping on straw that you almost fall asleep on the spot, but you could always pull one of the ladies your way for a cuddle buddy.


You wriggle your way towards Sybil like some sort of winged worm, grabbing her foot and dragging her close. She yelps in surprise, but settles into being the lesser spoon to your greater spoon regardless. You place your hand against her tummy where your daughter is currently growing, and drift off into a satisfied slumber.