After finalizing the Dungeon settings for the Throne Room, we moved on to set up Asuna's area. I was calling it Floor One for now, but I planned on coming up with a more appropriate name later.
Floor One received the Orario Dungeon template, specifically patterned in a way that was identical to the first few floors of the actual Orario Dungeon. That let us set up lighting in the form of glowing crystals and bioluminescent moss. I assigned Lili to it as well for a bit of extra DP and spent most of it on a spawner for the floor.
I let Asuna choose from the low level Orario monsters we had access to, and she ended up choosing kobolds. Orario's version of kobolds were the dog-like kind as opposed to the reptile-like kind found in some other settings. When the first one spawned it did so by pushing its way out of the wall, just like it did in the Orario dungeon.
The kobold was about four feet tall, furry, and had a very canine-esque head. Its palms were paw-like and it had deadly sharp claws at the tip of its fingers, but it otherwise stood like a human, albeit with digitigrade legs. It was kind of cute, actually. It wagged its tail whenever we gave it an order and was as eager as any dog to serve us.
Unfortunately we'd only get a week or so of spawns before our first challengers showed up. With the DP I could afford to invest in the spawner it would be between nine and eleven kobolds depending on how long it took them to be lured into the portal.
But monsters could travel between Floors, so I planned on sending some of my mannequins to Floor One for our first challengers to face as well, since I had invested enough DP into that one that we'd have nearly thirty mannequins by then. I didn't plan on doing that regularly, because I felt that each Floor should be self sufficient, but we were setting things up in a rush for our grand opening, so it couldn't be helped this time.
The reason we couldn't invest more DP into it though was because Asuna's floor needed other things to function correctly. The first of which was the Gateway that led to Halkeginia, which would take a week to establish itself. I created that immediately at the far end of the Dungeon, which was its designated entrance.
The second, and by far the biggest, DP cost was the lure effect that would actually draw in the targets that I wanted. The lure effect would reach out to anyone in the nearby area, defined as roughly city or town sized, that matched the criteria I set and subtly push them towards the Dungeon. The more specific the criteria, the more powerful the push.
Which was the main benefit of setting bait. 'People that I and my retinue defeated that want revenge' was a pretty specific filter, so the effect would be pretty good.
I hadn't actually bought the perk that allowed me to apply that yet. It was 25 Credits and I only had 29, and the next portal was going to open before the gateway was finished. There was a chance that I would need to spend those credits for the next world we visited. Our trip to Orario proved that worlds with very high potential dangers were possible destinations, and we were severely lacking in Defenses.
Which was exciting in some ways, but I could picture a few scenarios where it would be more annoying than entertaining. Besides, I couldn't apply the lure effect until the Gateway was established, so it was useless until then. I didn't lose anything by holding onto those credits for a bit longer.
Once her dungeon was established, we started training. We had a week until the gateway opened and we needed to be prepared. We used Asuna's boss room for it instead of my throne room, to familiarize her with it.
Asuna and I started by sparring against each other, me with my Barrier Jacket and fists, and her with her SAO form and the weakest sword she had. The main point of our spar was to get used to our updated Status from the Falna growth.
But we quickly discovered that our growth hadn't been so massive as to throw us off. If we had been starting from average human levels, maybe. But between my Master-Servant Contracts powering me up and her own game Status, the increase from our Falna was relatively small.
On the bright side, the gap between us had narrowed, albeit barely. Her Falna had improved more, but I had Contracted both Dia and Lili, and my bond with Lili was at the third level, which offered even more of a boost. Altogether it was enough to make up for the fifty or so points more than me that she grew.
There was still a large gap between us though and I barely offered her a challenge. That would change sooner or later. For now I just had to deal with being only the second strongest in my own dungeon. I would be lying if I said that didn't burn me, but I was used to using feelings like that as motivation to get better.
And the main thing I needed to focus on was not my hand to hand combat. So, after working up a sweat, I told the other three- Maria, Ed, and Lili- to team up against Asuna so she could get some practice fighting multiple opponents.
Did she need it? Probably not. I'm sure she faced multiple opponents at once all the time in her games. Then again, those were AI enemies, not intelligent people capable of working together. So maybe she would get something out of it.
Either way, I left them to it while I went off to do more mental simulation training. The boost to my magic was not insignificant and I had a couple more spells I was close to figuring out. The more spells I learned, the easier it became to learn more, seeing as they used similar principles. I was definitely getting to the point where mana cost was my main chokepoint.
I had worked up a sweat with Asuna, so I decided to do my simulation in the bath. It didn't really matter what I was physically doing, so long as it didn't take much focus. And since I had made the new bath, I wanted to be the first one to try it.
So I headed for the bedroom. I heard Dia in the kitchen, humming as she did whatever it was that she was up to in there. I still had to make good on my promise to give her a good dicking outside of a rape ritual, but I was sweaty and tired so I wanted to relax first. Physically, at least.
The 'bath' that I had made was nothing more than a cheap neutered water trap according to the Dungeon, but it made for a decent bath anyway. It was a sizable pool of water, maybe about two hot tubs worth, and it was fed by a waterfall from the wall, not unlike the water in the central room. It apparently drained as well, keeping the water filtered, but there were no obvious mechanisms for that. It just worked.
The water wasn't hot though, as I quickly remembered after I stripped my clothes off and slipped into it. It wasn't cold either, though it was definitely more cool than warm. Fortunately, after working up a sweat, a nice cool bath was exactly what I wanted.
I let out a sigh as the cool water enveloped my body from the chest down. I had my arms on the edge of the pool, on the cool stone floor, and my head leaned back as well. I closed my eyes and simply let myself relax for a moment.
But only for a moment. With another sigh, this one decidedly less content, I summoned the Tome of the Night Sky from its subspace where I kept it. It floated in the air near my head.
"Enter simulation mode," I said out loud, using vocal commands instead of mental ones. "Run simulation… let's go with simulation nine, version B." I heard a small dinging noise as the Tome audibly acknowledged my command. It then grabbed hold of my Linker Core and started to draw power through it.
My awareness of my body dimmed as the Tome recreated the scenario in my mind, where I could use and train my magic. The scenario I had selected was a historic recording of an Ancient Belkan Lord who had been challenged by one of his peers. It was a great one for practicing high end mage duels. Version B was a modification I had personally made to it by replacing the challenger with a few slightly weaker versions, because I definitely needed practice facing multiple opponents at once.
So while my body enjoyed the gentle current of the cool water wicking away the sweat of my body and soothing my muscles, my mind was engaged in a magic duel designed to push me past my limits. 'Dying' in a simulation just meant it got reset, so I could keep bashing my head against the wall until it broke.
As I fought and killed and died, I was vaguely aware of someone else entering the bedroom. I didn't pay them any mind, not until I heard them kneel down next to me. I opened my eyes, simulation still running, and saw Dia above me, holding a cup of juice and a plate.
She smiled down at me. "I thought you might like a snack," she explained, motioning with the plate.
"I am a little peckish," I admitted. "But I'm busy running simulations in my mind. You'll have to feed it to me." It was a lie, I could have easily split my attention that much. Eating snacks was far less mentally demanding than a conversation, which was the upper limit of what I could do before my performance started dropping in the simulation, but I wanted to be spoiled.
"I would be more than happy to do so," Dia replied kindly and without any hesitation. She set the plate and the glass down on the stone next to my head before gently lifting my head up and scooching under it so she could lay my head back down on her lap.
I could feel her soft thighs pressed against the back of my head, separated from me only by the thin sheer fabric that was the front of her skirt and the upper edges of her thigh high socks, both of which did very little to impede my enjoyment of the sensation.
She then, still warmly smiling at me, reached back over to the plate to pick up one of the things on it. I couldn't see it without turning my head until she brought it to my face, revealing that it was a small sandwich. She gently lowered it toward my open mouth so I could take a bite from it.
I made a vague noise of approval as I chewed it, as it was decently tasty, but I didn't bother saying anything, I just opened my mouth for more. She didn't seem to mind, and for the next several minutes she slowly and silently fed me as my simulation continued.
"What kind of simulation are you doing?" Dia asked after a while, breaking the silence. She glanced at the Tome, still floating nearby. "Is it related to that?"
"That's the Tome of the Night Sky," I said. "It's a book filled with spells that can also steal spells from other people. It's also my staff, I can cast my magic through it. Right now I'm essentially using a spell that recreates a past battle in my head, and I'm using it to practice."
"I see. That sounds very useful." She sounded impressed, but only vaguely so. It wasn't disingenuous exactly, but I wasn't really sure if she fully understood me either.
"Very," I agreed. "It will be even more useful when I find a good Control Program for it. Or make one, but that's harder."
"A Control Program?"
"The Tome is designed to be controlled by a virtual being. An intelligence, artificial or otherwise, that can handle the brunt of the calculation and work for me. I've been making do without one, but doing so requires me to dedicate hours of studying for each spell."
"I see. So a partner to help you use your magic? That sounds nice."
"It would make my mana the only real limit on the spells I could cast. It shouldn't be too hard to get one, or to follow the instructions contained in its pages to make one from scratch, but both of the methods to do so that it offers are a bit beyond what I can manage right now."
The first method was to make an AI, but an AI of a high enough level to operate a Device like the Tome of the Night Sky was pretty advanced stuff. I didn't have the hardware or the skill to pull it off. Even with Talents it would take hours of my time.
And even that paled in comparison to the difficulty of turning the Tome into a Unison Device, which was basically a sentient fairy-sized Device with an emotional and mental range indistinguishable from a human. They could also merge with the user, hence the Unison part of their name, to temporarily boost their cooperation and power even higher.
"Thankfully there's an easier way," I continued. "I just have to find a being that doesn't have a body and is purely virtual, digital, or magical. Then I can capture them into the Tome and convert them into a Control Program automatically. Or a Wolkenritter, but the Control Program comes first."
"A Wolkenritter?"
"Kinda like the Control Program, they're artificial beings that are part of the Tome. But they're more independent. They're basically the Guardians of it, and can fight outside of it. I'm basically saving those slots for girls that I want that don't normally have a physical body, since making them a Wolkenritter gives them one."
"Is that something that is likely?"
"It's decently likely, yeah."
"I see. Well, that's very kind of you."
I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Converting a potentially unwilling girl into another type of being just to give them a physical body that I can fuck is kind?"
"Yes," Dia agreed without any hesitation and an unwavering smile. "Having a body and being able to experience the pleasures of it is a great gift. It's what drew us gods down from Heaven after all."
"Did you not have physical bodies in Heaven?" I asked. Her skewed morals were interesting, but so was information about Heaven, which was rare in the material that I read and watched.
"Hmm. Sort of," she explained. She grabbed another sandwich and fed it to me as she spoke. "We had bodies but they were… different. It's hard to describe. If I had to, I would say it's like the difference between the Dungeon in Orario, and your Dungeon. They look like each other, but they're really not."
"Hmm," I hummed as I chewed. I think I vaguely got it, though her description wasn't specific enough to understand what Heaven was like, just that it was fundamentally different from our reality, even if it mimicked it on a surface level. "What was it like for you, specifically?"
"It was nice, I suppose," she said, feeding me another bite. "I served the Gods food and drink, but only the one kind, ambrosia. We didn't have anything else. That was one of the reasons I came down as well. I wanted to see what other kinds of foods mortals ate."
"Ambrosia huh… I'd like to try some at some point. Just out of curiosity."
"I can try to make some, if you want. It will take some time though, even with my Arcanum unsealed. My job was to serve it, not create it, so I'm not very good at it."
"Eh. It's a low priority, but if you have some time, do so."
"Okay!" She sounded very pleased.
"Oh, I had another question. Are you Hera and Zeus' daughter?"
"Hmm. Sort of?" I looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Gods don't really work like that. There's a connection between us, I suppose. But it's not one that can really be compared to mortal families." She shrugged. "I'm sorry, I've never really thought much about it."
"Then why do you go by Dia, and not Hebe?" I asked. "Dia translates to Daughter of Zeus."
"Does it?" She sounded surprised. "There was a group of mortals that called me Dia when they worshiped me. I thought it sounded cuter than Hebe so I used it when I came down. I didn't realize it meant that."
I didn't reply immediately to that, so she fed me another bite of a sandwich. It was always interesting the way the Danmachi gods and world mirrored mine, so similar in some ways but vastly different in others.
"You're right, Dia is cuter," I finally said.
"Right?" She giggled and finished feeding me the sandwich. "Oh. That was the last one. Would you like more? Or a drink perhaps?"
"Nah, I'm good," I say. I feel my magic running low so I end the simulation. The Tome disappears, once more entering its subspace. "Why don't you join me in the bath?"
"If that's what you want, I will happily join you," Dia replied. I lifted my head so she could get up, but lowered it once more against the ground so I could look up at her, upside down, as she undressed herself.
She started by pulling her top off over her head, causing her modest boobs to bounce as they were freed from their constraints. Then she pushed her skirt down to the ground, out of my sight. Her thigh high socks were next as she revealed her slender pale legs. And last but certainly not least, she removed her panties, bending down so that her boobs hung directly above me as she slipped them off.
She put her clothes in a neat pile nearby and then gently stepped into the water about an arm's length from me. "Oh my, that is refreshing," she commented casually.
I turned my head to look at her. I was leering, really, but she didn't seem to mind, she just looked back, waiting for me to say something. I had gotten a good look at her naked when I captured her, but that didn't mean I didn't like looking some more.
"Is there something the matter?" Dia asked.
"Yeah, you're sitting too far away. Come a little closer."
"Oh. Okay." She blushed a bit and tentatively scooted closer to me.
"A bit more. More. Closer," I encourage her until she's just barely not touching me. "Perfect." I then scooted closer to her, pressing my side against hers. She was taller than me, my head only coming up to her shoulder, but that was fine. I happily leaned against her, enjoying how soft she felt.
"M-Morgan?!" Dia squeaked, embarrassed.
"Hmm?" I feigned ignorance. "Is there a problem?"
"I uhh- I don't- I mean…" she stammered, blushing fiercely and refusing to look at me. I allowed myself a grin. She thought nothing of me looking at her naked body, but a bit of skinship in the bath had her completely flustered. She was a weird one, but in a fun way.
Of course, in this case, she was completely right to be flustered, as I had no intention of leaving it at just pressing up against her side.
"Come on Dia, baths are meant for relaxing," I teased her. "There's no reason to get worked up, right?" As I said that, I placed my hand on her thigh, about midway up, and then I whispered. "After all… this is nothing compared to what we did before, right?"
Her blush intensified. "I… I suppose," she admitted.
"And you want it, don't you?"
She squirmed a bit, looking nervous and glancing down at where I was touching her thigh. But, after a moment, she slowly nodded.
"That's what I thought. You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" My hand slowly slid up her thigh, the water changing the way my skin slid against hers, muting it in some ways but enhancing it in others. "A genuine closeted pervert."
"I'm- I'm not," she protested weakly.
"I saw your porn, Dia, I know what your tastes are," I countered as I stopped my hand just a couple of centimeters away from the top. "They were quite varied. Men, women, and every race. Tell me, did you touch yourself to all of them?"
She squirmed under my touch and questions. "I… I was curious…" she explained in a whimper. "I just-"
I cut her off by giving her thigh a squeeze. "Did you touch yourself, Dia?" I repeated my question more firmly. "Did you masturbate?"
She pressed her legs together, squeezing my fingertips between them in the process. "I… did."
"Pervert," I accused her with a grin. "But that's alright. I like dirty girls like you."
"You… you do?" she asked uncertainly as she looked at me, finally meeting my gaze.
"That's right. Dirty girls are the most fun. So why don't you tell me how you touched yourself?" I slid my hand up between her thighs, fingers brushing against her lower lips. She gasped. "Tell me where."
"Th-there's a spot that feels good, near the top," she stammered. Her chest rose and fell as she panted with nervousness and excitement. "A hooded nub."
I pushed her legs apart so I could turn my hand and position my fingers at her entrance. I then traced them up, running along her labia, until I found her clit. "Here?" I asked as I prodded it.
"Ah! Y-yes! There!"
I hummed and started gently pressing against it. "So you flipped through that magazine and touched yourself here? Is that all?"
"I sometimes put my pillow between my legs and… gyrated," she admitted.
"You're a pillow humper? Oh my, how lewd." I pressed a little harder on her clit. "Did you ever put anything inside of you? Your fingers? A pen? A phallic vegetable?"
"A vegetable?!" she said with a start. "You… you can do that?"
"Of course," I said. I didn't mention that you probably shouldn't, for several reasons. "A dick isn't the only thing you can put in your pussy. It's just the best. Still…" I moved my fingers down from her clit and spread her lips so I could find her entrance. "Fingers are pretty good too."
I pushed my pointer finger into her snatch. "Ah!" she gasped and reached over to cling to me, turning her upper body so her breasts hung right above my shoulder and in my face.
As tempting as it was to reach for them as well, I kept my focus on my finger inside of her. "Oh my, I slipped inside so easily," I teased her. It wasn't actually any easier than normal, but she didn't need to know that. "You really are a dirty girl. It's like your body was made for sex."
"It- it is?" She sounded more curious and confused than doubtful.
With her being a Goddess with access to her Arcanum, Alluring Whisper normally wouldn't do much. But since she had already submitted to me, and her willpower wasn't exactly the highest, it still did a fantastic job of turning her on. Due to being submerged, I couldn't get a feel for how wet she was getting, but I could feel how warm she was, and how her inner walls clamped around my intruding digit.
Normally the water would cause other issues as well, as it made a poor lubricant. But Sexual Calibration was overpowered and allowed me to have fun anyway I desired without pesky little things like that getting in the way.
"Oh yes. Your body is lewd. Your mind is lewd. You are lewd, Dia." I pushed my finger deeper into her. "And I love it."
"Ahh!" she moaned, the sound sweet in my ears. "I… I'm lewd." It wasn't a question.
I slipped a second finger inside of her. "Very lewd."
"And that's good?" she asked, uncertain.
"It's the best." My fingers started moving inside of her, thrusting in and out as they curled up and shifted about, probing her insides and looking for her weak spots.
"Ah, ah, ah," she panted as I fingered her. "T-then… I'll keep… being lewd," she said between breaths. "For… you."
"Good girl." I rewarded her by suddenly amping up my speed and intensity, rapidly thrusting my fingers into her cunt.
Her back arched, pressing her boobs even further into my face, and she let out a moan. "Morgan!" she cried out.
"Why don't you practice being lewd with me?" I asked, slowing down slightly so she wasn't overwhelmed. Using the hand that wasn't fingering her, I grabbed her wrist and guided her hand down to my crotch, where my erection stood tall within the water. "Here… we can touch each other at the same time."
She paused, her focus clearly impaired by the way my fingers continued to pump inside of her, but her fingers hesitantly wrapped around my shaft under the water. "L-like this?"
"A little tighter," I guided her. "Then just stroke it up and down."
I slowed down my fingering even more, shifting to slow and gentle pumps so she could get used to touching me.
"I've… never done something like this," she said as she stroked me. Her fingers glided along my throbbing length, her grip still a little loose, but good enough. "I've only ever touched myself. And, well… my first time with you." The time where she had only been on the receiving end.
"I'll make sure to teach you how to please me," I reassured her. Now that she was getting the hang of it I started speeding up again. "I'll turn you into a sex expert."
She shivered, and her hand moved faster in time with my own movements. Her eyes lifted up from where they were looking at my cock under the water, the surface of which was disrupted by our movements, and met mine. There was love and excitement in her gaze, hidden under a haze of lust.
We fell silent, staring at each other as we increased our speed, panting as my fingers plunged into her and her hand stroked my cock. Pulses of pleasure shot through me with every stroke, and her own body shuddered and shook.
It was her that reached orgasm first, of course. Her body tensed more and more until she threw her head back and let out a keening cry. "Aaaahhhhhh!"
Her hand stopped moving, tightening harshly around my dick and her inner walls attempted to crush my fingers as she spasmed. Her orgasm lasted for several seconds before she slumped backward against the edge of the pool. Her hand slipped off of my cock and her chest heaved, the water line brushing along the bottom of them as she caught her breath.
I pulled my fingers out of her with a grin. "See? Not bad, right?"
She nodded weakly. "I should have tried that before," she admitted. "Though… I think I prefer your thing after all."
"Hmm? My what?" I asked.
"Your… your thing," she repeated, blushing. She vaguely gestured toward my crotch. "That."
"I'm not quite sure what you're talking about… can you be more specific?" I could feel the grin tugging at my lips as I teased her.
And she saw it as well. She pouted. "You know what I'm talking about…" she said shyly.
"But I want to hear you say it," I admitted. "You've said it before, and you were just touching it. Surely a lewd girl like you can call it by its proper name?"
Her pout lessened, replaced by determination, though the effect was weakened by her blush intensifying. "Your… penis."
I grinned. "What about it?"
"I, I like it more than your fingers."
"Sorry, you like what more than my fingers?"
She pouted again, but she knew what I wanted. "I like your penis more than your fingers!"
I reached up to pat her on the head. "Good girl," I said. "We'll turn you into a proper slutty goddess yet. For now, why don't you become a bit more familiar with the cock that you love so much?"
I stood up, putting my cock at face level with her. Her eyes widened as it was suddenly shoved into her face, mouth opening.
But then I sat back down, not into the water but on the edge of the bath, so only my lower legs dangled into the bath while my ass was on the cold stone of the rim of it. I spread my legs and patted my inner thigh. "Come on, get in position."
She moved a little hesitantly, a little shyly, but she got onto her knees in the water and moved to between my legs, where she kneeled in front of me, staring down at my cock.
"I didn't get to cum when we were touching each other… why don't you take care of that now?"
Dia nodded, eyes still locked onto my dick. She reached up and once again wrapped her fingers around the shaft of it before pumping her hand up and down. Now that it was outside of the water, the sensation was different. There was more friction, though not an unpleasant amount, and her touch was much warmer and more raw. Her movements caused tingles of pleasure that jolted down my length and into my core, where I could feel it slowly building up again.
"That's right, just like that," I said as I reached down to pet her. My fingers dug into her glossy black hair, gently scratching against her scalp. "You can be a little more rough."
"Okay." Her grip tightened and her movements grew faster. The faint sound of skin rubbing against skin echoed through the room, joined by the sound of lapping water as waves rocked the bath.
"It's so different from my pictures," she breathed, face inching closer to my cock. I could feel her breath brushing against the wet and sensitive skin.
"It's real," I answered. "Not just a painting, but a genuine penis."
"It's nice," was her simple but earnest assessment of it. She looked up at me. "Should… should I use my mouth?"
"I would like that very much. Do you know how?"
"I think so…" she replied. She lowered her face even further and gently placed her lips against the head of my dick. Her lips were soft and warm, and my cock twitched as she kissed it. She started slightly before giggling. "You liked that?"
"Keep going," I encouraged her, not addressing her question.
She kissed it again, hand still moving up and down my length, a little more firmly this time. Her tongue darted out, almost tentatively, to lick it slightly. A shiver ran up my spine as her rough and wet tongue pressed against the extra sensitive tip of penis.
She smiled as she saw my reaction. The nervousness from before had faded away, and her expression was closer to her normal gentle one. "I see. So you definitely like that." She licked it again, this time extending her tongue fully.
"Very good," I praised her. "Cup my balls as well. Gently."
She nodded, still smiling as she used the hand that wasn't stroking me to cradle my balls. She took them into her fingers, feeling their weight and gently jostling them as she continued to stroke me. Her use of her mouth fell by the wayside as her eyes flicked between my balls and my face, gauging my reaction.
I let myself gasp and grunt and show every single bit of pleasure or discomfort I was feeling. This was an educational moment for her after all.
And she was apparently a quick study. Her ministrations at the start hadn't been bad, but they had been a little awkward. But bit by bit, her movements became more sure, more efficient, and they shifted to spots that felt better.
As she got into the rhythm of pleasing me, she started using her mouth again. One hand jacking me off, the other gently playing with my balls, and her tongue lapping over my tip. Blood pumped in my ears as my pleasure rose, and a fascinated expression grew on her face.
It wasn't long before the dam within grew to the point of bursting. "Dia, I'm going to cum!" I warned her just a moment beforehand.
She looked up at me, eyes widening in surprise and anticipation as the first spurt of my seed erupted from my cock. Half of it shot straight into her mouth, but the latter half splattered against her upper lip. My cock twitched in her hands as I continued to shoot my load, bouncing as she herself flinched, causing my semen to shoot all over her face and into her open mouth.
By the time it ended and Dia pulled back, her face was sticky with my cum, which slowly dripped down her face. She was forced to close one of her eyes as one bit that was shot particularly high dripped down from her forehead. She swallowed to clear her mouth of the cum that had landed there.
"Oh my," she said as she reached up to wipe some of the cum off. "It is quite different to have it on my face rather than inside of me. I didn't realize there was so much, or that it tasted like that."
"That was fantastic, Dia," I said. "You really are a natural sex goddess, aren't you?"
She blushed as she continued to wipe the cum from her face, occasionally putting some in her mouth but mostly just using the water to wash it off. "I guess so?" she said. "It was fun, more than I ever imagined." Face now clean, she looked up at me. "We're not done yet, right?"
I grinned. "Oh? Did my little slutty goddess get turned on by servicing me and now she wants more?"
"Yes," she breathed, squirming in the water as she rubbed her thighs together.
I watched her for a moment before leaning back and laying on the stone ground, which was covered in water that we had splashed up. My lower legs were still in the water, but the rest of me was out of it, and my erection stood straight up in the air like a flagpole.
"Well, why don't you take the lead this time? You were doing so well before." And I was still in the mood to be pampered.
She stood up quickly, water rushing off of her and sloshing in the bath. I looked down at her shining and dripping body, enjoying the way the drops of water run down her body in streams, following her natural and subtle curvature.
She stepped out of the bath and onto her knees outside of it, straddling me as she crawled on all fours above me. Water dripped off of her and onto me, pattering onto my skin. Her partially wet hair cascaded down to frame her face and her eyes looked at me with excitement.
My cock brushed against her crotch as she straddled me, causing her to look down between us, and between her boobs, at where my erection was pressing against her. She pushed herself upright, no longer hovering over me, and looked down. She grabbed a hold of my cock and held it against her smooth and soft belly as she lowered her hips. The tip of my penis reached all the way to her belly button.
"So big…" she breathed. "This can really fit inside of me?"
"It can. It's been inside of you before, remember?"
"Mmm, that's true." She shifted her hips from side to side a bit, causing the sensitive underside of my dick to gently rub against her stomach. "It's hard to imagine though."
"Why imagine?" I asked. I shifted my hands so they were under my head, providing a sort of pillow that propped up my head just enough that I could more easily see her. "Go ahead, put it in."
She nodded and lifted her hips once more. She used her grip on me to position my length, fumbling it a few times as my head parted her lips. I could feel her wetness now, the warm and slippery liquid mingling with the cool water still dripping off of her.
It only took her a moment to line me up properly, and she didn't hesitate to lower herself, slowly pushing my cock deep into her snatch. "Ooooohh!" she moaned as I forced her inner walls apart and filled her.
She didn't stop until her hips met mine, my length fully inside of her. She rested her hands on my lower stomach and panted as she caught her breath, adjusting. Her insides writhed, twitching and randomly clamping down tighter around my member.
"That's it, take it all," I whispered to her.
She looked up at me. "Does it feel good?"
"It feels great. But this is just the first step, right?"
She nodded and looked back down to where we were connected. "Yes. I'll… I'll start moving now."
She didn't start by lifting her hips up. Instead she gyrated them, rocking forward and back, causing my cock to shift inside of her. It was gentle and slow, but it definitely felt good, and I especially liked the way her lower abs rolled and shifted as she did so.
I continued to lay back and watch as she rode me, not offering any suggestions or instructions. I was curious to see what she would do on her own, to see how she would experiment.
Her forward and back pattern shifted to a more circular gyration after a few moments. Her eyes occasionally flicked up to see my reaction, that gentle and kindly smile still on her face. All traces of her hesitation and nervousness were gone, replaced by a soft enjoyment.
"Mmmm," she moaned lightly. "This feels nice. Are you feeling good? Should I speed up?"
"Do whatever you want. I'm sure I'll enjoy it no matter what."
She considered that for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright." She straightened her back, taking her weight off of my stomach and letting her arms fall loosely at her side. Using just her legs, she pushed herself upward just a few centimeters before dropping down again. "Oh!" she squeaked.
"Did you like that?" I asked in an amused tone.
"When your thing-" she stopped herself and shook her head. "Yes. I like it when your cock hits the innermost part of my pussy."
"Now you're getting it," I grinned, proud that she was already using that kind of language without prompting. "I also like it when my cock bottoms out in your slutty goddess pussy."
She blushed, but she looked pleased. She hid it by moving upward again, a bit more this time, and then dropping once more. "Oooh. That feels so good."
I laid back and enjoyed the show as she started to bounce herself on my cock, finding a rhythm of relatively shallow thrusts, just deep enough for my length to hit against her innermost wall each time she dropped down.
"Ah, ah, ah." She let out a breathy short moan each time she let herself drop. Her perky little breasts bounced each time she did as well, tempting me to reach up to grab them, to pinch her hardened nipples and sink my fingers into their softness. But I was still feeling lazy, so I settled on watching them bounce.
My pleasure grew, the flames of my passion stoked by each bounce. I panted, chest rising and falling, and the occasional groan slipped out of me. Each time it did, Dia's eyes twinkled with enjoyment, and her movements sped up slightly. The rhythmic sound of our lovemaking echoed through the room. Her body glistened, still wet, though no more drops ran down her skin.
I could tell when her orgasm was approaching because she suddenly sped up, her movements becoming more frantic. Her eyelids drooped, her eyes unfocused as she bounced more rapidly, more chaotically. She leaned forward again, hands against the ground as she slammed her hips up and down.
The fire of my own arousal flared up in response, her rapid movements sparking more and more pleasure inside of me. My orgasm was rapidly approaching.
But hers came first. She threw her head back, drying hair clinging to her skin as she let out a moan that surely the entire Stoneblock could hear. Her inner walls spasmed and clamped tight around my cock and she slammed herself down one last time.
It was enough to push me over the edge, and before her orgasms finished, my hips reflexively jerked up into her as I shot my second load directly into her womb.
Our orgasms ended at the same time, and we both slumped over in sync. Dia fell forward onto my chest. I could feel her nipples pressing into me as she panted, and both of our heartbeats thrummed like drums in our chests.
But Dia looked up at me with the most satisfied and happy smile. "Was that good?" she asked.
"That was perfect. You did a good job, my perverted little goddess. You'll be a sex expert in no time."
She giggled. "I can't wait."
We laid there for a few moments longer before deciding we needed to get up. As Dia pushed herself off of me, I turned my head to spot Maria peeking through the doorway to the bedroom, phone in hand, obviously recording us. She waved before pulling back, apparently satisfied with the footage she had obtained.
I sat up and turned my attention back to Dia, who was starting to get dressed. "Wait a second," I said, stopping her. "Hand those over to me."
She paused, panties in hand. "These?" she asked as she offered them to me.
"Yep." I took them from her. "No one but me is allowed to wear panties, not without special permission. It's the rule if you're going to be living here."
"I see. I apologize for wearing them before now, I didn't know." She bowed her head.
"It's alright, you know now. And now that you do, you can say that you're officially part of the group."
She froze in place. "I… am?"
"Of course!" I said with a grin. "I've given you a proper welcome, and now you're adhering to the dress code. You're officially one of mine."
The violet-colored band that denoted our Master-Servant Contract appeared on her neck as it shifted to indigo, indicating that her loyalty to me had reached a new threshold from my actions and words.
"I'm very happy to be here," she said, her smile widening. "Thank you for choosing me."
I grinned back, amused. "Of course. You were the cutest after all."
As she continued to get dressed I grabbed my phone so I could stash her panties in my Pocket Space. I didn't just take them for the fun of it… No, that was a lie, that was precisely why I did it. But they were also a good Arcane Link if I ever wanted to do a quick ritual on her, like I had with Asuna.
But as I turned the screen of the phone on, I saw something interesting. A notification. Considering the circumstances, there was really only one person, or rather entity, that could be sending me a message. The Company.
I opened it up and was proven correct as I read the message that they had sent me.
Congratulations on creating your Dungeon. Now that you have access to other worlds outside of just the weekly Portal, missions will occasionally be generated that will require you to make use of your Dungeon Gateways. The first such mission is available already. Happy hunting.
Intrigued, I opened the Missions app and found the entry waiting for me there.
Dark Princess Asuna
Asuna's stubbornness rivals your average protagonist, but you are slowly and surely wearing her down. It is only a matter of time until she finally gives in. Why don't you make it as entertaining as possible? Ensure that Asuna personally oversees and even leads the sexual corruption and capture of her friends and the further cucking of Kirito.
Objectives
- Corrupt Asuna to the point where she willingly and happily helps you capture her former friends Liz, Leafa, Silica, and Sinon and helps you corrupt them in turn.
- Fuck Asuna in front of Kirito and have her admit that she's happier with you.
Restrictions
- You cannot use Bindings or other methods to directly change her perception, personality, or morality. Indirect methods such as the arousal lock, manipulation, and conditioning are fine.
- The passive Dungeon corruption has a majorly reduced effectiveness on Asuna for the duration of the mission
Rewards
- All current and future SAO subjects in your retinue gain a special Corrupted Avatar with a dark palette. This avatar is an amalgamation of all of their canon Avatars and possesses the abilities and stats of all of them. Any stats or skills that overlap will stack in effectiveness.
"Interesting," I mused out loud as I read over it.
"Hmm? What is?" Dia asked. I glanced over at her. She was dressed once more, save for her panties, something that was very obvious considering the front of her skirt was entirely see-through. There was absolutely nothing hiding her pussy from being seen. It was an extremely erotic effect.
"Oh nothing," I replied, grinning. "I just found my next bit of entertainment."
I had been contemplating exactly how I wanted to handle Asuna's descent into debauchery, as I had a lot of options for how to do it, some more heavy handed than others, all with their own benefits. But if my employers wanted to see a specific method and were willing to pay up for it?
I was more than happy to accept.
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AN: Ended up taking a small break from this while I figured out the next chapter and I wrote a bit of another idea I had, Age of Stardew, an Elden Ring/Stardew Valley crossover. Yes really. QQ readers can check it out in my Snippet Thread linked in my signature. FFN and Ao3 readers… join my Discord or just wait for me to write enough of it to publish it there. It's a very wholesome fic actually, and honestly I'll probably keep working on it between chapters of this, just to keep wholesome and… well, whatever you'd call Morgan, in balance.
Anyway, this chapter was all about Dia, really. Some other preparation happened, but she was the star. She's basically an OC so I wanted to take the time to explore her a bit more. And lewd her, of course. The stuff about Heaven is my complete headcanon, fyi. And most of her personal details, since she's basically an OC.
AN#2: Uploaded late due to FFN issues. A friendly reminder that I also upload to Archive of Our Own as "shiftysword" and QuestionableQuesting as "shifty-sword", just in case something more long-term happens to the site. If you need links, find me on my Discord, which I post an invite to on every chapter.