Worthy Core

 

After Xenia and Lollyp made their exit from Beatrice's apartment for the evening and Sincere was in the process of doing the same, the demon was a little surprised to find himself followed out the door by the Dragon Slayer herself. Stopping on the abyssal balcony and turning around with a slight smirk, the man raises a questioning eyebrow. "Stepping outside to get some fresh air, are we? I do enjoy how cool it is, although it could perhaps use a few more stars to make for a proper nighttime view."

Beatrice grins, a sight clearly visible now that the warrior's left her enchanted helmet behind. "Lacking the romance of a moonlit night, huh? I had a thing or two I wanted to talk to you about, and given that you might be busy soon with that floor raiding thing, and I probably won't be around for too much longer, seemed like I ought to bring it up while I can."

Sensing a serious topic is at hand, Sincere's face grows more intent. "Certainly. A personal matter, I assume?"

"Oh, very." Stepping closer, Beatrice's grin widens slightly. "For starters, I was hoping we didn't ruin things too badly given how our playtime ended the other day. I mean, I'm not looking for anything serious, and I very much got the impression from your little speech that arcane demons are not particularly monogamous, but I don't want to burn any bridges or anything either."

Sincere waves a hand to dismiss the thought. "Absolutely none of that was your fault, and you did indeed save...well, perhaps not my life, but at least my soul, so if there was any fault you've more than made up for it. Admittedly, it did rather ruin the mood at the time, but I'd hardly say it did so permanently. After all, I did say that you were someone I'd like to get to know more, and even now I'd say I've barely scratched the surface on that particular topic."

Stepping forward again and running a finger down the demon's chest, Beatrice bites her lip before asking a question. "In that case...would you mind if I came over to your place and we, heheh, got to know each other a little better? Perhaps pick up where we left off?"

Sincere responds with a grin of his own. "I would like that very much."

 

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As Xenia and Lollyp make their way through Floor Three, Xenia voices a question that she's been wondering about for the past few minutes. "...Sooooo..."

Lollyp chuckles as she looks up. "So?"

"So I can't help but notice that we passed the turn to your apartment like ten minutes back. Almost immediately after we left Trish's place, actually. Hoping to find a little action in the core chamber tonight, are we Lolly Pop?" From the smile on the woman's face, it's clear that it wouldn't exactly be an unjustified hope on Lollyp's part if so.

"Half right! I am looking forward to some action, but not in the core chamber. Assuming you're willing to be as bold as your reputation claims to be, Ms. Dungeon Master."

Xenia gasps. "I am super bold! Uh, but wait, what did you have in mind, then? I ain't doing it in front of the creepy ghost knights, so what...oh." As Lollyp halts, Xenia realizes the two of them are now standing before a certain wooden door at the center of the Terror Tentacle maze.

"C'moooon, Xe. You can't tell me you built this room and didn't plan on actually making use of it at some point. It's been begging for some use for like, weeks now!"

Staring at the door, Xenia takes a deep breath before smiling down at the slime. "Sure, why not? Let's tell the Slimers to take a hike first, though, I'm pretty sure they are not as fun as they look..."

 

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Beatrice falls against the bed, her chest bare but her pants still mostly clinging to her hips. "Alright, alright, you know your way around a kiss, I'll grant you that. But I'm still not seeing any of these inventive tricks you promised you had up your sleeves. What's it gonna be, some vertical sixty-nine? Maybe some tail tricks?"

Sincere scoffs as he stands next to the bed, already nude. "Oh, please. Now, if those were requests, I'd certainly be happy to fulfill them to the best of my ability. But I'll have you know that I have a few personally-developed techniques that are not nearly so insultingly mundane as that. Would you care for a demonstration, Slayer?"

"I'm hearing talk, I ain't seeing action."

"Then action you shall have." Sincere leans over her, licking at her nearest nipple while teasing the other with his right hand. Beatrice moans in anticipation for a moment, then stops as she realizes something is wrong.

"That's...uh, what? I didn't feel any of that. Was your trick turning my tits numb or something?"

Returning to his standing position, Sincere grins. "Quite the opposite. Observe." The man snaps his fingers, and then all of a sudden sensation floods the woman before him, causing her to moan for real as she writhes on the blankets. "That, is a little something I like to call 'Delayed Gratification.'"

Giggling as she regains control of herself, Beatrice tries her best to respond. "Was that...did you just use time magic on my tits? It was like everything you did to me finally caught up to me out of nowhere!"

"And that was just one example. How about another?" Leaning forward and repeating his actions from before, Beatrice is slightly relieved to find that this time she can actually feel it, and that it feels as nice as expected. She's a little more surprised however when Sincere stands back up and the sensations don't stop. "And this one I call 'Extended Pleasure.' The effects will continue until the spell runs out, or I cancel it. Enjoying yourself?"

Beatrice runs her hands along her chest, experimenting with the feeling of rubbing her breasts while also at the same time experiencing Sincere's mouth and hand teasing at them. "Mmm, that is...interesting. I hope you're not just planning to keep things running like that so you can wander off and enjoy a book or something, though."

"Of course not." Finally climbing onto the bed, the demon grabs hold of her pants, easily sliding them off of her as she lifts her hips to help him out. "It merely leaves my hands - and mouth, and other such parts - free to engage in, mmm...other areas of interest."

As Sincere lowers his head between her thighs, Beatrice gasps out. "Nnh! Okay, I'm up for seeing how this, mmm, plays out..."

 

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"You know, if you wanted to play with one of these, I could've just set some up in your bedroom." Xenia squirms slightly as she tests the seals on the pillory, finding her neck and wrists completely locked in. As Lollyp walks behind her she attempts to turn her head to look, but can't even manage that, leading to quite a bit of surprise when a gooey palm spanks her bare asscheek. "Ah! Meany!"

Completing her walk around the restrained woman, Lollyp again ends up within Xenia's field of view while sporting quite the grin. "Now now, atmosphere is very important when it comes to setting the mood. As is having the right attitude. Now, who's the Dungeon Master tonight?"

"What? This is mutiny! Treason! I - ah!" Xenia's mockery is cut short as her face is slapped, not by a palm this time but by a short slimy tentacle taking the place of Lollyp's left hand. "Hey, what sort of dungeon master would need me to summon up a stepping stool just for - ah! I mean...you are, Dungeon Mistress Lollyp?"

"Wow, you do learn quickly, maybe you're not so dumb, eh? But just to be on the safe side, I think we should probably gag that mouth before it has the opportunity to get you into any more trouble." Xenia half-expects Lollyp to dig up an actual gag from the assorted sex toys that had been set up around the BDSM dungeon as decorations, but instead the slime drags the not-to-be-mentioned stepping stool before the bound dungeon spirit. As the slime climbs up it, Xenia's vision is filled by the sight of a new, much more phallic tentacle growing between Lollyp's legs, one which gently slaps itself against Xenia's cheek under its own power. "Now, open wide...good human."

As Xenia stretches her jaw, her mouth is soon filled with several inches of red pseudo-cock. In many ways it's a very different experience from sucking on a normal dick, something that Xenia's learned from experience over the past few weeks. The slime is able to tighten her outer membrane when desired, keeping the appendage from literally melting in her mouth, but it's also far smoother and oddly flavorful than a human cock would be. Also far more flexible, as Xenia is reminded when Lollyp easily pushes her way into the spirit's throat. Lollyp pauses there more for her own adjustment than Xenia's sake, as it always takes her a moment to properly rewire her pleasure centers with a new limb. Once she's ready though she looks down at Xenia with a devious grin. "Now, are you ready to properly worship your Dungeon Master?"

Xenia groans around the phallus, nodding her head as best as she's able, and Lollyp's grin increases to beyond-human lengths. "Good. Let's get started!" Returning her left tentacle to a hand-like shape, Lollyp grabs hold of Xenia's scalp and begins to thrust. The motion doesn't come entirely from her fluid hips though, as her slime cock undergoes variations of its own within Xenia's mouth and throat. Expanding, stretching, and throbbing, the appendage takes on shapes that Xenia once took for some sort of sexual technique but eventually figured out were almost involuntary on Lollyp's part, the limb almost taking on a mind of its own and searching for whatever pleasure it can find inside its new home. The slime mistress doesn't give Xenia much of a break, but then the woman doesn't need one. After all, spirits are like swords in one respect - they don't need to breathe.

 

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As Sincere finally drives his cock inside her, Beatrice gasps out loud. The demon's mana reserves weren't nearly what they used to be, but the man could still maintain three different usages of his time-looped sensations at once without draining himself too much, and he was currently using all three to full effect. Her left nipple, more sensitive than her right, was still enjoying the pleasant sensation of being teased even as Sincere's arms were occupied holding the man up while he drove into her in a missionary position. Her ass was experiencing the sinful proddings of a phantom, slime-lubed finger, and all the while her clit was being licked at by a demonic tongue even as her pussy was filled with Sincere's dick.

Beatrice had to admit. Sincere's ego was maybe a little deserved. "Holy gods, Sincere! And you said you used to be able to do more of this!?"

The man grins as he looks down at her. "I believe my record was thirteen, and we only stopped there because any more would have been simply overwhelming. But from the look on your face I think it's safe to say that even three is sufficient, if used properly."

"Yeah, I'd say they're being used prooaaah!" Beatrice's voice becomes unintelligible as Sincere's groin grinds against her nub at the same time a phantom tongue comes on particularly strongly, and the combination nearly rips a climax from the woman right there. While she would have to admit that the demon's body feels slightly different than she recalls from their previous encounter, with the illusion spell affecting his appearance only, the way that things are going so far would seem to be good evidence that experience and skill trumps raw physicality. Not that Sincere is lacking much in that respect either, thanks to Xenia's 'improvements' on his base form. "Shit, Sincere, I don't know how I'm gonna keep up with you if you keep going like this!"

"It's hardly a competition, my dear. In fact, I rather enjoy seeing my partners turned to putty by my actions. The look of a man or woman in their rawest form, utterly helpless before my ministrations. I find it quite flattering, really."

Beatrice rolls her eyes, both at the words themselves and the way he can manage to sound long-winded even in the middle of pounding the daylights out of her. "And to think I was about to compliment that pride of yours - ah! Oh...okay, keep that up and I'll keep flattering you all that you want..."

 

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Xenia licks up another glob of ejected slime from her lips as her ears are filled with the sound of the stepping stool being dragged across the stone floor. "God, I never will get it, Lolly - I mean, um, Dungeon Mistress. How is it that a blob of sentient acid can taste so good?"

The first response to her question is the sound and pain of a tentacle whipping itself against her bare ass, making the spirit squeak and causing a few more dribbles of slime to finally escape her chin. The second comes in a tone that doesn't seem to be able to choose between being flattered or being insulted. "You rigids, always thinking you're so fancy with your 'internal organs' and your complete inability to manually control your body chemistry. You think we'd be able to work if we were really just made of one thing? We can remix our fluids as we need - and I was giving you an extra-sweet treat earlier, too, so I think I deserve a little more gratitude."

Xenia giggles. "Thank you for having such sweet-tasting cum, Dungeon Mistress. If I'm nice, will you take it out on my disrespectful, inferior internal organs?" She grins, but gives out another yelp as Lollyp unceremoniously grabs hold of one of her tits before moving on.

"You and your needy internal organs. 'Grow a bigger dick, Lolly' this and 'can I have another tentacle, Lollyp' that." Lollyp steps up onto the small stool as she speaks, punctuating each sentence with another spank on alternating cheeks. "I'm starting to think it's time we figure out just how much punishment a dungeon spirit can really take, don't you?"

"Ummm..." Xenia grimaces for a moment, wondering about the question herself. Certainly, at any point she could turn herself intangible to interactions with the pillory, Lollyp, or both, so she's never truly in danger from anything made by the dungeon. She can also feel at least some pain from those same sources when she's willing to, as the repeated spanks provide evidence for. But could Lollyp actually hurt her, even if she really tried? Perhaps now is as good a time as any to find out, she supposes. "Y'know what, Dungeon Mistress? Go for it! Fuck me up! Throw whatever you've got at me!"

Even without being able to turn her head, Xenia is somehow able to sense the smile on Lollyp's face when she answers. "This...is gonna be fun." A thick shaft of slime glides its way up Xenia's slit, which she was already expecting and prepared for, but a moment later a second one begins to press itself against her pucker. With barely time for a breath in between, both press their way inside, stretching the spirit wide as Lollyp's hips thrust forward. Fortunately there's never truly any issues with lubrication where slimes are concerned, the shafts themselves providing all they need, but the girth is still enough to steal the voice from Xenia's throat as they fill her out.

Once Lollyp's hips slap against Xenia's ass with a slight ripple, Xenia expects the fucking to begin in earnest, but apparently Lollyp isn't ready quite yet. Even as she's buried fully within the dungeon spirit, taking up every bit of available space, the slime pumps yet more fluid into her appendages growing them yet wider. Xenia gasps again as she feels herself stretched to new limits, but finds that while there is perhaps a bit of pain, it's not nearly as much as she would expect from intruders of such size in any of her old human forms. Indeed, as she feels herself trembling around Lollyp's juicy pseudo-phalli, she'd have to say the tradeoff is more than worth it.

Behind her, Lollyp chuckles as she slowly begins her first proper round of thrusts. "Unngh, I don't know about you but this is definitely a record for me. Now let's see how much it takes to break you, shall we?"

 

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Beatrice screams as her second orgasm hits her, the sound muffled by the pillow her face is currently buried in. After switching over to doggy-style Sincere had also swapped his magical focus, setting 'Delayed Gratification' pressure points all over her body. At apparently random times sensations would appear out of nowhere, attacking the warrior in ways she couldn't predict: nibbles at her ear, spanks on her ass, and even occasionally the tip of a tongue inside her rear. It was as if she was being attended to by an entire room full of partners at once, without all of the logistical issues such a feat would normally impose. "Gods, Sincere! This is...this is too much!"

Sincere slows down the movement of his hips as he holds himself above her. "Oh? Shall I take it easier on you for a while? Do you need a break?" As he speaks the magical sensations already begin to diminish, although they don't quite stop.

Beatrice pauses before answering, holding the pillow to her face rather than turn to look him in the eye. "Have you even gotten off once yet?"

The demon laughs. "I am a patient man, my dear, I'm not the sort to want to rush towards a finish line." Beatrice can tell he has more to say and waits for it, and a moment later he shifts to a somewhat more embarrassed tone. "Also, I suppose I have to admit to myself that I'm not quite the man I used to be. While I'm thankful that this new form is, ah, as functional as it is, even with my status as a 'boss' I'm uncertain that I have the staying or recovery power I once did. I wouldn't want to disappoint you given that my reputation as a lover is on the line, after all."

Beatrice snorts. "Consider your reputation well-fuckin' locked in, Sincere. I haven't had it this good in years. So pick the pace back up already, I wanna see what it's like getting you off when it doesn't kill you in the process."

Smirking, the man resumes his thrusts. "It is more enjoyable that way, I'd have to say." The magical pressure points don't all immediately return at once, still giving the beleaguered woman a bit of a break, but do slowly increase their tempo over time to match Sincere himself. Despite her instructions however the man still doesn't rush himself too greatly, enjoying the experience far too much himself. While the woman is a sight to behold from the front, scars and all, he finds the shape of her backside even more enchanting. Not just the well-formed curves of her ass, bouncing as he impacts against them, but her muscled shoulders, her toned thighs, the way her arms squeeze the pillow to her face. Over the years the demon's been with soldiers and Challengers on occasion, but he's not sure he's ever seen someone who had made a weapon of their own body to quite this extent.

As impressed as his eyes and his mind might be however, they still fail to keep pace with the pleasures felt by his manhood, encased in the iron-clad grip of a pussy provided by those same muscles. The generous supplies of slime-based lubricant someone had placed among his things also serve their purpose well, and as he reaches her depths one time too many he feels himself reach his edge. "Ah! I'm cumming, Beatrice!"

The woman turns so that the pillow doesn't muffle her voice too much. "Do it! Let me feel - ah!" She doesn't even have time to finish her sentence before Sincere loses the ability to hold back any further and releases inside her, something she can feel even amidst all of the other sensations currently assaulting her body. It does seem to lack quite the level of heat, or volume for that matter, that she recalls from their earlier encounter, but it's more than made up for by the fact that this time Sincere is able to slow down and take hold of her in a cuddle afterwards without passing out.

As he nuzzles her neck, Beatrice murmurs contentedly. "Mmm...you know, I was thinking earlier about how much I'll miss Xenia when I strike out, but this is definitely coming up as a close second place on my list. I doubt I'll be able to find anything like this out on the road."

Sincere chuckles as he answers. "Well, you did say you were giving yourself a week before saying your farewells, yes?" As she nods, he continues. "Then we'll have to see if we can't spend that time moving myself up to first place, shan't we?"

 

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Xenia had experienced a lot over her many lifetimes including, she's proud to say, a wide variety of ways in which to fuck and be fucked. She'd fucked as a woman, as a man, and at times as things not even human. But she'd have to admit: never has she been fucked in any way at all like this. After half an hour of trying to find Xenia's limits, Lollyp had now converted as much of her body mass as she could get away with into phallic tentacles - multiple plugging their way into each of her holes, and even a long red cock reaching its way over her back like a lewd scorpion's tail in order to stuff her mouth and throat yet again. Lollyp's upper limbs, barely even well-formed enough to be called arms at this point, grope at her tits as the slime thrusts as much for the purpose of hanging on to the restrained woman as for stimulating her.

Yet despite all this, it's Lollyp who's gasping. "Are...are you serious? Gods, I thought Ullussus was insatiable, but even he didn't do...ah...didn't usually do more than like, one or two things at once! How are you still - oh gods!" Shuddering to an extent that ripples spread across her entire skin, Lollyp reaches yet another climax in an uncounted series of the same, this time firing off another wave of sticky slime into her boss's ass. "Gods, Xe! If we keep this up there's gonna be more of my slime in your body than mine! Are you not tired out yet?"

Grinning though Lollyp can't see it, the dungeon spirit answers by shaking her ass against her captor's vague mimicry of hips. Xenia'd had her own share of climaxes over the evening, of course, but found herself recovering far faster than her friend and if anything only more eager for another round each time. The abuse she was taking was beyond human limits, a truly inhuman level of fuckery, and she only ever wanted more. As the tentacle in her mouth begins to withdraw she finds herself actually biting down on it out of reflex, holding it in place, and to the surprise of both of them that actually triggers yet another release of sweet slime cum into what passes for her stomach.

It's finally too much for Lollyp though, who finds herself tapping out on Xenia's ass rather than spanking it for once. "I...I give. I surrender. I feel like my heart's gonna give out if we keep this up much longer and I don't even have one of those things." Mercifully, Xenia relaxes her jaw and lets the tentacle slide out, followed shortly after by the others filling her as Lollyp collapses from her stool and onto the ground. As she does thick globs of red, sticky fluid follow after her, evidence of her hard-won efforts across the evening. "Unbelievable. I've been through entire orgies that didn't drain me like that, Xe."

Finally able to speak, Xenia giggles, feeling victorious despite her compromising position within the locked pillory. "What can I say? If you got it, you got it. Now, remind me again...who's the Dungeon Master around here?"

As another trail of slime cum trickles back down onto her, Lollyp gives an exhausted laugh. "Guess you keep the title, boss. All hail Xenia Worthy, Master of Worthy Dungeon."

"Damn straight. Now next time, maybe we'll see about locking you up in one of these things..."