The massive doors on the far end of the chamber burst open, the heavy stone slamming into the walls with twin dull thuds. Through the now open passage, two figures came striding into the large cavernous room.

A stone path led from the door to the opposite end of the room, flanked by pillars that disappeared into the darkness above where the light of the lanterns hanging from them didn't quite reach. The room was dim and shadows covered the floor and walls.

On the far end of the room was a raised dais, and on top of that dais was an ornate throne. It stood tall, the back of it reaching more than twice the height of any man, and the spikes decorating it rose even further into the air. The skulls of dragon-like creatures decorated the arms of the chair, and runes were inscribed along the whole thing.

And in it sat a feminine form, dwarfed in size by the giant throne but somehow still regal, still domineering. They wore an armored dress of black and purple and they lounged casually on the throne, watching the two intruders with a small smile.

The intruders came to a stop before reaching the dias. The one on the left, a scantily clad but busty succubus, pointed her gauntleted hand at the figure on the throne. "Your reign of terror ends here, Dark Queen Morgan!" she declared.

The other figure, a blonde woman wearing a red coat, pointed as well. "We've come to put a stop to your evil!"

"Oh?" Morgan replied, smile widening. "Is that so? But… where are your companions? Surely you don't think the two of you are enough to stop me."

"Our companions might have fallen on the way here, but we carry their hopes and dreams with us!" the succubus insisted. "With them, we are unstoppable!"

"We won't let their sacrifices be in vain!" the one in red agreed.

"I'm afraid hopes and dreams amount to very little," Morgan replied with a chuckle. They stood up and grabbed hold of their jacket before throwing it off dramatically. It disappeared in a flash of light before it hit the floor.

Morgan slowly stepped down from the throne, descending the stairs of the dais. Their arms were bare now that their jacket had been shed, and the subtle definition of lean muscle could be seen. "But, as a Master of the Kaiser Arts, created and refined by the esteemed warriors of Ancient Belka, I cannot ignore a challenge such as this."

Morgan took a ready stance, right fist drawn back and held at their side while their left hand was held open in front of them at an angle that was prepared to deflect or quickly strike.

"Come, if you dare."

The two heroes let out a yell and rushed at Morgan, fists raised. As they closed in, the succubus aimed a punch at Morgan's head, and the hero in red went in lower for a punch to the gut.

Morgan stepped towards them, one foot firmly planted as the other slid along the ground and just barely evaded the red one's punch. At the same time, their open hand swept outward, intercepting the succubus' arm and sending her attack wide.

However, neither hero was flustered that easily, both were experienced fighters and no strangers to exchanging attempted blows as they sought the one that connected. Neither stuttered in the least as they followed up with further attacks, shifting to follow the way Morgan ducked, weaved, and deflected.

The furious fist fight continued, seemingly in a stalemate. Morgan proved adept at avoiding damage, using minimal foot movements to change their position and snappy hand movements to deflect what they couldn't avoid. But the heroes were keeping up their pressure with a flurry of punches and kicks, leaving Morgan unable to counter attack.

The heroes worked in tandem, their movements sloppy and unsynced at first, but over time they learned each other's pattern and were soon moving together, almost as if they were a single person. But still they could not break through Morgan's guard.

Morgan laughed, able to keep calm and smile under the storm of blows. "Foolish heroes, is this all you are capable of?!"

Both heroes pulled back with looks of frustration on their faces. "Big words for someone who has yet to throw a punch," the one in red countered. "Face it, you're at your limit."

"My limit?" Morgan repeated. "Oh, no, I don't think so. In fact… I've only been using a fraction of my true power."

Morgan's pose shifted, both hands closed in fists as their body turned more sideways, providing a narrower area for the heroes to attack. "I was hoping to get more entertainment from the two of you… but I suppose I'll have to settle for doing that when you are in chains. Come then, heroes, and taste my true might."

The two girls exchanged glances, silently communicating, before turning back to the Dark Queen Morgan and launching themselves at her once more.


"What are you idiots doing?"

Maria, Ed, and I all froze, attacks stopping in mid motion, as we turned to look at Asuna, who had just entered the room from the secret entrance. She was standing there with her arms crossed and a raised eyebrow.

"Sparring," I answered casually.

"And all that talk about only using a fraction of your true power or whatever?" Asuna asked.

"Well, we wanted to test out the new throne room and set the mood as well," Maria admitted.

"It's called having fun. You should try it sometime, Princess," Ed added with a mocking grin.

Asuna narrowed her eyes at Ed before dismissing her and turning back to me. "Lunch is ready." She then turned around and left the way she came.

I shrugged and then relaxed. "I think that was a good sparring session. It was nice to try out the Kaiser Arts I've been studying." The Tome of the Night Sky had more than just spells in it, it had information on a number of things, a style of magical martial arts known as Kaiser Arts among them.

I didn't really foresee myself becoming a martial artist, but it was important to be able to kick ass even if I was disarmed. Or if I wanted to humiliate some prideful martial artist challenger who called me out for using spells. Being able to drop my staff and kick their ass with just my fists would break their spirit better than a thousand laser blasts to the face.

"It's pretty formidable," Ed said as she and Maria also relaxed. "I've never been much of one for actual martial arts, but I can see the appeal. You've caught up to me quickly. I was holding back at first, but I was almost having to go all out at the end there."

"Master is a genius!" Maria praised. Her body shifted as she transformed from her Magic Key combat form back to her default smaller one.

"That's the power of Talents," I said. I also let my Barrier Jacket dissipate, replacing it with my normal clothes in a flash of light.

Stealing the Staff of Destruction had netted me Martial Talent as a reward, and with the Credits we got from the captures after that I was able to get Talent Sharing for Martial and Soul Talents, meaning we could all start training in earnest.

"And the boost from the Master-Servant Contract from you, Ed," I added. Maria had applied it the night after I had purchased Ed, and we had spent a few hours deepening our bonds a couple levels. She had reached the third tier, the blue one, of the Master-Servant Contract and seemed to be holding steady there.

I glanced around at the Throne Room, which doubled as a good place to do said training. Ed had figured out how to transmute the stone surrounding us and had discovered that it could be condensed down to a ninth of its size. That odd property let us create a lot of new rooms just by compressing the stone into the walls and floors. Well, after I spent a third of our newly earned Credits on expansions for the Stoneblock anyway.

The Throne Room was an important first creation. It was the final room of the public part of the Dungeon where I would await challengers. The throne sat on a dais and was the first thing you would see when you entered from the double doors it faced. Pillars lined the path from the door to the throne, carved and intimidating.

Ed had done all the decorating. I had just needed to tell her to make it look cool and she had delivered exactly the aesthetic that I wanted. It was the entire reason I bought her after all. Ed had a style and flair that I absolutely loved.

It was pretty dark though. We only had so many light bulbs and so much wire. We had even run out of backup candles. So light was sparse, with sources spread out over too far of distances, making the entire Stoneblock dim.

There were three doors leading to and from the Throne Room. The obvious one was the two giant double doors Ed and Maria had busted through earlier. Beyond them was the rest of the very basic dungeon Ed had made over the past couple days. It still needed to be decorated, traps needed to be made, and I needed to fill it with monsters. But the rough shape of it was there, at least.

Not that it mattered, since the Stoneblock hadn't officially been transformed into a Dungeon yet. I could afford the perk, but I was waiting until we had more preparations completed before doing that. As eager as I was to start accepting challengers, there was no way I could allow that before it was up to my standards. I wouldn't embarrass myself with a half completed sloppy dungeon.

The other two exits of the room were hidden. One was in the center of one of the side walls, and it led back to the original room that the Stoneblock had started as. The other was behind the throne and led to a small multipurpose room I was eager to get set up and start using.

But for now, the three of us followed Asuna through the secret side entrance, heading back to our living area.

The main room was mostly the same. Ed had worked her magic and made it look a bit nicer, adding carvings to the floor and walls that made them nicer to look at. There was also a wall and a door around the disposal pit, with a simple toilet, more like a bench with a hole in it, that we could use while doing our business and that could be folded up out of the way for disposing trash.

All the junk had been moved out the room as well, put into one of the three new rooms we had made, all the same size as the central starting room. Working with a grid was easiest for now, and Ed could easily reshape things in the future.

To the east was our storage room filled with racks made from compressed stone. While we were able to do a lot by compressing it, some of the ceilings were tall enough that we had to compress it and pull it out entirely. Most of it came from my throne room, which had a ceiling as tall as I could make it at forty meters.

To the south was the bed and leisure room, for sleeping, fucking, or just relaxing in general. There wasn't much furniture in there, sadly. Just some uncomfortable stone chairs and our bedrolls, as well as shelves and tables for our stuff. A shopping trip was in order.

Finally, to the west was the kitchen and dining hall. That was where we were headed now, following the smells of Asuna's cooking.

The kitchen and dining hall was just as gray as the other rooms, with gray chiseled walls and gray compressed stone furniture. We didn't have any paint or ability to decorate it though, and Ed wasn't able to do anything about it except make it slightly different shades of gray. Which admittedly she did a lot with those slightly different shades to make it look decent, but it only went so far.

On the bright side, it meant that Asuna and the food, both things I liked and appreciated, were spots of color that my eyes were immediately drawn to.

There was only one table and four chairs, which meant we all ate together. Our food was already plated and put on the table waiting for us, and Asuna was even already sitting down and eating. So the three of us sat down next to her and started eating as well.

"So, what are we doing for the rest of the day?" Ed asked as she ate. "More sparring?"

"I'm happy to spar, but I do need to finish the laundry first," Maria commented. "The next portal opens the day after tomorrow and I want to have all of our outfits prepared for whatever world it is."

Ed raised an eyebrow. "All? How many outfits do you have?"

"Morgan and I have a bunch," Maria said with a shrug. "Looking cute is important. Asuna only has whatever is in her inventories."

"Which should definitely be more than she's shown, if I remember correctly."

Asuna glared at me. "You're still a creep." I smiled and shrugged and she just shook her head. "I have a few, but they're just normal clothes. Maybe a dress or two."

"We should be prepared for just about any situation then," Ed said.

"Even you?" Maria asked. "Aren't those your only clothes?"

"Yeah, but I can modify them on the fly with some transmutation. Can't really change the colors or the type of fabric, but I can make a dress or a suit or whatever I need in a pinch."

"Oooh, that's really useful," Maria said appreciatively."We'll have to add fabric to our shopping list, is that fine, Master?"

"I already added it," I replied. I pulled up my phone and opened the catalog. "Actually, my plans for the rest of the day are pretty simple. The dungeon is mostly set as much as we can get it without officially kicking it off. But we're missing a few pieces before I'm willing to do that, so for now…"

I tap a few buttons and then smile. "There. I've traded in the Stamp and purchased another Binding in its place, Tantric Arts."

The three of them looked at me in surprise, though their expressions quickly shifted.

"We're doing tantric rituals now?" Maria said with a growing grin. "Sex magic is my favorite kind of magic!"

Ed looked more thoughtful. "Hmm. I admit, I'm a bit curious about learning something that's a bit more magical than transmutation."

I glanced at Asuna, who was sitting still, eyebrow twitching as she struggled to hold back her anger. "...why?" she asked. "Why would you pick the worst one for our situation!" She was glaring now, outwardly angry and annoyed. "Why the hell would you pick the one that requires the most time and effort when we only have twenty four hours in each world!"

I smiled at her. "Because it's sex magic of course. I would never pass up sex magic."

That just made her angrier. "They're all sex magic! The whole Catalog is just messed up perverted fetish fuel!"

"Isn't it great?" Maria commented.

But Asuna ignored her and kept going. "Our entire plan in the last world hinged on you easily stamping them after we beat them. That's not something you can really replicate with Tantric Arts! We would have been there for hours trying to capture all of them!"

"Maybe, though it would have been a lot more fun." She glared at me, but I just kept grinning. Because she had missed something obvious.

"Isn't this better for you though?" I asked.

She narrowed her eyes. "Why on earth would this be better?"

"Oh, I guess I was mistaken. No, nevermind then."

"No, tell me what you mean by that," she demanded.

I shrugged. "I just thought you were against me capturing people. I figured you'd be all for me making a change to my Binding that means I'm enslaving less people. But that's my bad, I hadn't realized you were so on board with it all and so genuinely concerned about making sure I could enslave people as efficiently as possible. I'll keep that in mind going forward."

Her glare slowly transitioned to a look of horror as I spoke and as she realized just what she had been campaigning for. "That's… that's not why…" she protested weakly, but she seemed too off balance to form a complete sentence.

I stood up. "Thanks for lunch Asuna, it was great as always. Ed, meet me in the throne room when you're done."

Before Asuna could collect herself, I walked away and out of the dining hall, just barely catching Asuna's yell of frustration. I snickered to myself as I headed back into the throne room.

Pointing out how she had started to subconsciously align herself with our goals had probably actually set her back a bit in terms of actually accepting her new life with me, but that was fine. I was enjoying messing with her enough that a bit of setback was fine. And I was fully aware that most of her complaining had actually stemmed from my seemingly bad decisions going against the min-maxing mindset she had built up over the two years she was a front-liner in SAO.

Besides, I was about to set something up that would go a long way in making her fully submit to me.

I entered the throne room and immediately turned right to make my way behind the throne. My throne was actually only about four fifths of the way down the room, relative to the doors to the rest of the dungeon. I planned on filling the area behind it with thematically appropriate decoration but I still hadn't settled on my theme so it was empty for now.

But more importantly, on the wall directly behind my throne, there was a door to a secret room. It blended in among the brick pattern, but pushing the right brick into the wall caused a chunk of them to swing open. Ed really was an amazing architect.

It wasn't a very large room, just a four by four meter square. Normally this would be where the boss treasure was, with a large fancy chest sitting in the middle surrounded by piles of gold and other valuables. But I didn't plan on losing, so there was no reason to keep anything like that in here.

Instead, I had Ed make a special addition to the room, the only one in the otherwise blank room. And that was the rows of manacles attached to the walls where I could string up my prisoners.

After all, once the dungeon was up and running, I'd need a place to keep my defeated foes while they were Captured. Attaching that room to the final boss room just made sense. We couldn't afford the space to build a full set of individual jail cells, but this would serve just fine for my purposes.

A few minutes later Ed walked in behind me. "So, what's up?" she asked. "Are we making some more changes to this room?"

"No, we're taking a break from transmutation for now," I replied. "Instead, we're going to use this room for its other purpose. We're gonna perform a Ritual."

Ed grinned. "We're trying them out already? Alright, I'm down. What are we doing?"

"Asuna's point earlier about how making captures with Tantric Arts was actually pretty accurate," I started. "See, most Bindings are an object or a tool, something that allows for instant and direct impact on your targets. Tantric Arts are not. They're basically an entire magic system, which is both their strength and their weakness. Because yes, I can't just press a Stamp against someone who I want to capture… but I can do all sorts of things to influence and affect them without them ever even realizing."

"So long as you have an Arcane Link," Ed pointed out.

"Yes. Admittedly, that's the biggest hurdle." A Tantric Ritual required two main things. The first one was an Arcane Link, which was basically just the focus for the ritual, the thing that aimed the spell at a target. It had to be something with strong ties to the actual target, and could be the actual target themselves, though more often than not would be personal possessions of theirs or other things closely related to them.

Acquiring those was the biggest reason that Tantric Arts was such a hard binding to make use of when I could only spend twenty four hours in a world. In most situations, the process of getting my hands on an Arcane Link that would work would be just as hard as reaching the target and slapping a Stamp or a Tempest Jewelry collar on them. And then I'd still have to actually do the ritual.

"But it's not as much of a problem as you might think," I continued. "It depends on the person. There are plenty of people that put enough of themselves out into the world, or leave heavy enough traces, that we can get an Arcane Link to them relatively easily. Or we can just kidnap them and use them as Arcane Links to themselves. That provides more Resonance."

Resonance was the second main component of a Tantric Ritual. If an Arcane Link was the targeting method, Resonance was the juice, the power, of the spell. By performing the ritual, meeting certain requirements, adding certain components, and performing certain actions during the ritual, you could build up more Resonance and reach the amount needed for whatever you were doing.

"That's true," Ed admitted. "In that case, it would be even faster, wouldn't it? Anyone we'd want to bring back we'd need to kidnap anyway, because the Stamp took three days to settle. But you can do a capture ritual much faster than that. It does still make it harder to do casual captures that you plan on leaving behind."

"That is a downside, yes," I admit. "But that's fine. Once the dungeon is up and running, we'll have a semi-steady stream of people we didn't have time to capture coming to us, where we have all the time we could need to capture them. Plus, Tantric Arts can be used for a lot more than just capturing." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of panties. "Which is what we're about to do."

She eyes the panties. "Are those… Princess' panties?"

"Specifically they're the panties of her Sword Art Online avatar," I confirmed. "She's wearing her 'real life' ones. But her SAO avatar is a very important part of her, so these should be more than suitable as an Arcane Link to her."

Ed grinned. "Definitely. What ritual did you have in mind?"

"I want to encourage Asuna to accept her position here, but she refuses to acknowledge the many benefits of being one of my playthings. So we're going to perform the Art of Chastity, and make it so her arousal can never decrease, only increase, unless I make her cum."

The base Tantric Ritual perk came with several different Arts, different spells, that each did different things. The basic free ones were focused on manipulating a target in different ways, or capturing them with the Art of Enslavement.

Art of Chastity rituals were designed to affect a target's sexual feelings and abilities. Controlling their arousal, their ability to orgasm, making them turned on by certain things, stuff like that. Magically preventing Asuna's arousal from lowering was easy.

Ed cackled. "Oooh, that'll teach the Princess. Alright, I'm in. What do you need me to do?"

I read over the details of the ritual. "Looks pretty straightforward. We basically just have to have sex, but we have to edge ourselves for the majority of the ritual, staying right on the brink of orgasm. Only at the end can we cum, and when we do we need to deposit the resultant bodily fluids on the Arcane Link, at which point I can state the effect."

"Seems kind of… boring," Ed said with a small frown. "No ritual circles? No chanting? No array of candles?"

"I mean, we could do something like that, but since Asuna already belongs to me, and since this is a very simple ritual, it's not really needed."

Creating a circle or setting up candles or just generally preparing the area for a ritual was one of the easier methods of adding Resonance to a spell. But any spell that I aimed at one of my subjects automatically gave me a pretty large boost in Resonance, since they were mine. And Art of Chastity was one of the cheaper rituals.

Thankfully, it was cheap enough that I had enough resonance left over to reduce the duration of the ritual, which was an hour by default. I had no interest in edging myself for an entire hour. But ten minutes? I could do ten minutes.

I even had the Resonance to shorten it further, down to one minute, but the ritual specified that we had to remain on the brink of orgasm for the vast majority of the duration, and I didn't think I could get both of us to that point in the ten or so seconds required, even with Sticky Fingers.

I wasn't too worried about it anyway. The extra Resonance would just make the effect of the spell a little more powerful, and that was fine by me.

I looked around at the entirely stone room. "We're going to have to put some bedding or something soft in here if I'm going to use it as my tantric ritual room. Oh well, we can do it standing up for now. Take off your coat and face the wall. I want to preserve my Love Spot charge so I can't have you seeing my cock."

"I still haven't seen it," she grumbled slightly as she shucked her coat off, leaving her just in her tank top, shorts, gloves, and socks. Without her jacket, her automail arm was clear on display, metal replacing it from her shoulder down. The dim light reflected off of it.

I had meant what I said to Asuna the other day. Despite the scarring, I considered the prosthetic arm a feature, not a downside. The clean lines of the metal appealed to me in a way similar to seeing a muscular arm. It was a pure appreciation for the power and might of a well sculpted body.

My musings about her arm were sent off track as she bent over as she pushed her shorts down as well, revealing her ass and naked pussy. I had already taken her panties, of course. Once she stepped out of her shorts she threw them on top of her coat on the ground.

Then she positioned herself by the wall, bent over, and placed her hands against it. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Like this?"

"That'll do nicely," I said as I approached her. I slipped Asuna's panties back into my skirt pocket, where it barely fit but was easily accessible for later, and lined myself up behind Ed, who turned away to face the wall. "I'll let you look at it all you want the day after our next portal trip. Deal?"

"You better," she said. She then wiggled her hips side to side, enticing me. "Come on, let's get started already."

I flipped my skirt and pulled my cock out, but it wasn't hard yet. There hadn't been much time for foreplay or building up anticipation after all. But that was an easily fixable problem, as I started stroking myself to hardness with one hand while I pressed a finger on my other hand into her snatch.

I felt two things immediately. The first was, of course, the tight, hot, and wet pressure as her inner walls clamped around my intruding finger. The second feeling, however, was new. There was an electrical charge in the air, a feeling of power like a generator was just turned on next to us. And I instinctively knew that this was the sign that we had started a ritual, the feedback of the Resonance that we were starting to build up. Intention combined with action was enough to kickstart it, apparently.

"That's… strange," Ed commented, and I knew she wasn't talking about my finger inside of her.

"Useful though," I replied, pushing another finger into her already pretty wet folds. I was rapidly hardening as well, even distracted as I was by the feeling of the ritual. "We wouldn't know if it was working otherwise."

"Speaking of which, if you don't hurry it won't work at all," she chides me, pushing backward and forcing my fingers deeper into her.

"So impatient," I replied. But she wasn't wrong. I wasn't fully erect, but I was close enough, so I pulled my fingers out of her and quickly replaced it with my cock.

She let out a moan as I sheathed myself inside of her, muffled slightly by her biting on her lip. Her fingers curled up slightly on the wall and once again she pushed back toward me with her hips, body reflexively wanting more of me inside of her. The electrical charge in the air grew heavier.

"Fuck, that feels good," Ed breathed.

"Tell me when you're close," I said before I started thrusting my hips. She gasped as I started moving, but nodded.

I definitely overestimated how much time we had though, as just a few moments after I started pounding her from behind I felt the charge in the air fizzle and pop. I knew without needing to be told that meant that the ritual had failed.

I stopped thrusting. "Fuck."

"We weren't fast enough," Ed panted, catching her breath. "This might be harder than I thought."

"I just need to get used to the timing," I said. "Stay still, we'll try again."

I had to pull out of her and step back, stopping all sexual contact for a few moments before we could start the ritual again, but at least this time we were already aroused and ready to go. The charge in the air reappeared as soon as I entered her again.

I took it more seriously that time. One hand reached around her hips and between her legs so I could reach her hooded clit, right above where my cock was stretching her entrance open as I thrust into her. I pressed the tip of my finger against the nub there and gently started rubbing it.

"Oh! Yes!" Ed exclaimed, back arching as she tensed. "Right there! Keep doing that!"

I did, continuing to both fuck her and play with her clit. But I could feel that charge in the air, still waiting for us to get closer to orgasm. I needed to do more.

I started thrusting faster, focusing on getting my own pleasure up. To that end, I used my free hand to reach around her again, but this one went up instead of down as I slipped it underneath the bouncing fabric of her tank top and cupped one of her smallish tits. I was grateful that Ed was on the shorter side, since it would have been an awkward reach at this angle, with her bent over like she was, if she was much taller.

I groped her boob, taking her nipple in my hand and pinching it between my fingers. Finally, I felt the pressure inside of me start to build up, the sign of an approaching orgasm. But time was ticking short, and I wasn't close enough, so I intensified my efforts further.

Which turned out to be a mistake.

"Wait, wait, waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeh-!" Ed started to say before her protests shifted into a squeal of pleasure as I accidentally pushed her too far and she climaxed. I felt her cunt squeeze me like a vice as the energy of the ritual once again fizzled out. I stopped thrusting once again, pulling out immediately.

"Okay, that one's my bad, I'll tone it down with the Sticky Finger this time," I said. I wasn't too annoyed. A failed ritual meant I could just have more sex with Ed. Though I did need to learn it well enough to do it in a time crunch, if necessary.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll speak up sooner too," Ed panted again. "Just… just gimme a second to recover-"

"Denied," I said as I immediately thrust into her again, enough time having passed for us to restart the ritual. Ed let out a strangled gasp and threw her head back as I penetrated her.

Once again I felt the charge build up in the air, but it changed quickly. Ed, sensitive from her last orgasm, and I, who had just started getting close to it when she came, quickly approached that climax of pleasure that we all chased after.

"Slow- slow down," Ed stammered. I did as she said, slowing the pace at which I was thrusting into her. I didn't reach around to rub her clit this time and instead just focused on maintaining a steady pace.

I had never really edged myself before. I made sure not to rush when pleasuring myself or when having sex, but I never drew it out more than necessary. Deliberately putting myself on the cusp of cumming, but then not letting myself was strange.

I felt a pressure inside of me, I could feel the wave of my orgasm swelling. Each time it did though, I slowed down. It was frustrating, aggravating, but at the same time there was something more. An undercurrent. The pleasure I felt wasn't disappearing, it wasn't going to waste. Each time it swelled up it was stronger, more potent than the last.

I could tell that Ed was feeling the same. She let out a constant stream of small gasps and moans, her back and hips wiggling and squirming, like she was restless. Her hand hung low and her fingers were curled up into fists against the walls as she struggled to hold back her climax as well.

After a few minutes we settled into something of a rhythm. It didn't become easier or anything, but we found a spot, a speed and angle, that was consistent, both of us moving in tandem to keep our arousals stable just short of their peak.

There was another pressure in the air. The charge of the ritual, the steady build up of Resonance. I understood the name then, as I felt it. The air, no, the very space around us was resonating with a mystical power. Our lurid actions were creating an energy that was being shaped into something that would change an aspect of reality. Power was being created.

And then, after an eternity that snuck up on us, it reached a crescendo. The power stopped building, and it hung there, waiting. Neither of us needed to say anything, we could both feel it. It was time to finish.

I let out a cry as I pulled back only to roughly thrust forward one last time, as deep and fast as I could, and I let go. Ed pushed back at the same time, her hips and soft ass slamming into my pelvis as my cock disappeared entirely inside of her.

We both groaned, still in sync, as we came. I could feel the cum flowing from my dick in a way that I had never experienced before, the volume and thickness higher than it had ever been. Spurt after spurt filled Ed's womb as her inner walls shuddered and twitched around me, her own orgasm crashing over her.

The Resonance in the air shifted as well, crashing and twisting alongside our climaxes. But not settling, not yet. It wasn't over.

I forced myself to move, to not just sit there and enjoy my delayed orgasm. As soon as I stopped cumming I pulled out of Ed and let her go. She started to slump slightly, but I grabbed hold of her waist and held her up. I still needed her.

I pulled Asuna's panties out of my pocket and held them between Ed's legs. Slowly, so slowly I was worried it wouldn't work, our combined fluids dripped out of her snatch, the clear liquid of her arousal mixing with the excessive amount of milky white cum that I had pumped into her.

It fell onto Asuna's panties, pooling onto and soaking into the fabric, and I felt the charge in the air stabilize, latching onto the panties like they were a pillar. There it paused once more, waiting for me to finish it.

"Your arousal will not decrease unless I am the one that makes you cum," I declared. My words were more than just words, they were a pattern, an imprint on the power that Ed and I had created and shaped. And once they were imprinted, the Resonance shifted once more, pouring like liquid into the soiled panties in my hand, traveling through them and into the real target- Asuna.

Asuna was completely unaware though. I knew that much, and even if I hadn't read it in the instructions I could feel it now. The power slipped into her unnoticed and shifted an aspect of her. The spell was a success.

And then the power, and the connection, faded, leaving me and Ed alone in the room, panting as we recovered from our orgasms and from the ritual itself.

"That… that was intense," Ed said, slowly pushing herself upright. I quickly tucked my cock back away before she turned around.

"Yeah," I agreed. I looked down at the cum covered panties in my hand before quickly using my phone to put them into my Pocket Space. "That was pretty fun though. Not all of the rituals are as directly sex related as that, but some of them are pretty similar."

"Cool. I'm looking forward to it." She glanced at her clothes and then back to me. "Are we doing anymore? Or are we going to mess with Princess and get her riled up now?"

"Neither," I said. "I need to do some more magic simulation training. And I don't want Asuna too worked up before the next portal opening. As much fun as it is to tease her, I still need her combat skills. A slow cook will work better here anyway."

Ed nodded. "I guess that makes sense." She bent over to pick up her clothes so she could get dressed again. "I won't mess with her then. Well, not like that anyway. I do think I'll go bother her for a bit, see if I can't get the stick out of her ass a bit."

I just shook my head, amused. "Have fun," I said, leaving the room first. I wanted to sit on my throne and get used to it while I did my simulation training.

I climbed the stairs of the dais, sat down on the throne, and settled back as I closed my eyes. The Tome of the Night Sky appeared in my lap, opening to a specific page.

Even as I slipped into a recorded moment of Ancient Belkan history, my mind was a whirl of activity. Future Tantric Arts to use to mold my subjects the way I desired, spells I needed to master, plans for a dozen different worlds that the portal could open up on, the things I needed to take care of before I officially created my dungeon.

I had a lot of irons in the fire, more than most people could handle. But any fewer and I would get bored, and I had no desire to return to a boring life. I would do what I always did, and keep myself entertained, no matter what I had to do to do it.


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AN: Kaiser Arts is an actual martial style introduced in Nanoha Vivid, a sequel series about Nanoha's daughter and her friends participating in what is basically Magical Martial Art competitions. I admit I'm not super familiar with it, but it came up while I was digging through spells and information about Belka on the wiki and I thought I'd give Morgan a hand to hand combat style, just in case.

The compression ability of the stone is partially just a convenience thing so they don't have to dispose of it all, but it's also a reference to the compressed cobblestone you can make in some Stoneblock Minecraft packs.

And yep, I've decided to go with Tantric Arts as the binding of choice for this fic. As mentioned in the story, it is one of the more challenging bindings for any Skyblock or similar situations. But it's not unusable by any means, and provides some neat opportunities. Messing with Asuna is just the start. Besides, I've wanted to experiment with it for a while, and this is a good chance to do so.

No teaser on what the next world is this time. But part of the reason this chapter took so long was that I was doing some research on it so I could write it. Also I spent a good bit hammering out the rule set for how exactly Dungeons work with the Stoneblock setup. I'll get into more detail on that when it's relevant. Or you can join my Discord where I've pinned the document I came up with.