Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

Raven's almond skin glistened from the fiery lights of the cavern walls while his muscular arms tightened around Emily; he couldn't deny feeling a sense of deja vu, the warm embrace and passionate kiss, like the days he would come home in the past and be greeted, as the soft vines of Emily began to entangle and wrap around him gently, passing her warmth and feelings to his bare skin.

"Mmm..... I was so worried... It was all my fault... I should have told you..." Emily began to say in a soft, whimpering voice as their mixed drool dribbled down her lips, her sensual pink tongue sliding over and lapping it up as if natural.

"No, it's something my mother mentioned, but I was too immature and excited to prove myself... Haha!"

He would never blame this cute woman; although they met a few times, her changes and feelings were noticed by him, in fact from the moment they met, he felt something strange, just like Lilith when meeting her, but Raven continued to deny his urges towards both her and Lilith, still not ready for something serious.

'I don't want to make light of her passionate feelings... When I am ready, I should visit Philis... speak to her and get some closure.'

"Stupid... How can it be your fault... Mmmmph!" Emily seemed filled with a bright flavour and kissed him again, not caring about the approaching woman; this moment for her was magical. Her first kiss, the thick essence filling her body, caused her to flood with nectar and desire; now half drunk on his powerful odour, even the scent of his sweat was delicious.

The pair kissed passionately, the smack of their lips and tongues audible.

"...Ow! Hey! You two need to stop that right fucking now, or else we're going to have one hell of a fight(orgy) here," The short female succubus with her huge ass and plump tits growled at them, looking more annoyed than angry; Emily only looked to her direction, her soft lips sucking on the thick orc tongue that was toying with her month, treating her like a plaything as pleasure filled her body, giving the succubus a sneer as she snorted back.

"..."

Zestria stood in her tight black outfit, her sexy curves on display, yet not once did Raven look towards her or their succubi team; his eyes were focused on Emily, never once looking away as they passionately kissed for another ten minutes or so, his eyes only leaving her face and body the moment she rested her green hair against his chest.

"Mmm... haa....haa... It's hard to breathe... I might die....hehe." Emily whispered in a sweet and sultry voice.

"Silly, just breathe through your nose next time," Raven replied with his magnetic husky voice.

"Eh... next time.... yes.... but my breath.... what if it doesn't smell...."

"You tasted like sweet berries... I could kiss you for hours..."

The pair stood together in a half-destroyed dungeon, a massive pile of blue bone dust and the broken axe, but there was no sign of the corpse; for some reason, all the succubi were forced to take a step back.

Raven's body was currently like the most alluring cream cake, or chocolate to them, his body flickering and enveloped in his purple energy as it poured into the cute dryad whose body was constantly trembling as she did her best to hide the light orgasms she was feeling, the vines and branches on her body, forming bright pink flowers with a strawberry scent, oozing with a lewd looking golden sap.

"Ahem...!" Zestria cleared her throat, even as the daughter of a Succubus Empress could still feel her heart beating faster at the mere scent of this half-orc, some of her subordinates already slipping fingers into their body suits, with flushed faces.

"Mr Raven, I presume? Are you aware there is a rule against clearing the same group of monsters several times....?" She asked, forced to go through the procedure as her blue screen opened, a mini version of the bureau's database, showing the image of the naked Raven standing as her subordinate took large gulps seeing his weapon.

Emily also looked before whispering to herself, "It got bigger... it's familiar, though...."

Before she could start to wonder more, Raven put her onto his left forearm, now like a dryad who belonged on his body, her roots and vines wrapped around him to keep her stead, as her plump ass was squished around his thick, muscular forearm, Emily's face bright red as the thick dryad sap began to seep from her underwear, smearing over his arm, yet Raven didn't say anything.

"I was too hasty, ignoring Emily's advice, although I knew it was bad... I didn't heed the warnings; please accept my apology." His body bowed slightly with a look of repentance. He would never let a woman take the fall for him; if they were the cause, though, he would so they could learn from their mistakes.

However, Raven was the one who decided to do this, he didn't know of her position, and she was a mere receptionist; what might happen if she lost her work was all he cared about as her attitude and aura tickled the outer layer of his heart.

"Ah... I understand, Mr Raven... If I had known, then I wouldn't have said such things... Your punishment would normally be to help us clear out the monsters until tomorrow morning while we took care of the [Guardian] that spawned... however... it seems to have vanished." Zestria knew he was covering for Emily, but he did so without even a second thought, and such sincere neon blue eyes won him her respect for the moment.

"Could you tell me what happened?"

Raven looked a little confused, his body standing fully, as Zestria barely came to his abdomen, her face close to his crotch that was densely packed with his aroma and the purple energy pulsing from the core.

"Guardian?" He asked, unaware of the strange face and quivering body of Zestria, who used her entire will and superior level and power to try and desperately resisted the temptation to throw him down and thrust that giant arm-like orc cock inside her.

"Ahem..."

"Guardians are the monster's that the dungeon spawns to protect itself, we are not fully sure about the mechanics, but they only appear when a single group or person kills monsters more than twice; the exact number is random and can be anything between twice and five times, but the issue is that guardians will refer to the person who did this action as a [Poacher] targeting them for death."

"Hmmm.. so that's why his name was like that... can you tell me more, miss?"

"Oh, forgive me, I am the head of the B-Class Succubi Enforcer team, Zestria the Succubi Princess." She greeted him with a cordial greeting but was forced to maintain distance as her loins were already on fire and dripping wet with thick nectar; looking at Emily, she knew the reason for this woman's affection for the man. He was a gentleman and very polite. Not only was he charming, but he could accept their draining habits...

'Not once has he looked at my tits or exposed pubic hair.... this man, he's amusing! I wonder if he could resist my top-class ass?' Zestria thought to herself before fixing her posture.

"Where were we?"

"Ah, they target a poacher to death; what does that mean?" Raven asked, his arm feeling sticky and damp from the slight movements of Emily as she seemed to have an itch, as her lower body was grinding against his forearm.

Although he could smell her sexual scent, he chose to be tactful for now, letting her quietly enjoy his arm; in reality, he wanted to swipe along his arm and taste the sweet, honey-like sap smeared along his almond skin though.

"It means exactly that, once a dungeon marks a person. No portals will work, and neither will safety talismans that normally teleport a person to safety, both external ones that take you outside and those that work internally, sending you to a previous room. The danger is not only for the [Poacher] but for normal dungeon user's thoughts."

"Why?" Raven's look was severe; he didn't wish to have caused other people any danger, thinking back to his murder and their faces filled with terror, the woman's desperate pleas...

The moment his mind was about to fall into a lonely dark abyss, this time it was not Lilith's embrace but Emily... her soft vines wrapped around his body, pulling him tightly as a soothing scent filled his nose, her head leaning against his ear with a soft, gentle voice sounded in his mind.

"Don't blame yourself; there were no issues this time, even if you worry it cannot be helped; instead, try your best in the future; look forward, not backwards, Alistair. I will be there to watch your back, slowly following your big strides, overseeing and protecting your heart and mind; that is what a personal receptionist does."

Emily's gentle smile caused his heart to throb for a moment before it recovered, feeling the pink energy slowly seeping from her vines and body as his purple energy filled her entire body slowly, like a bottle under a tap on low pressure.

Her voice seemed to be whispered into his mind, as behind his back, a strong bark of her twigs and branches seemed to physically resemble her support, as the woman in question continued to move her hips, letting out sighs of pleasure, her green eyes fixated on his face, with a warm and welcoming smile.

"Raven? Did you hear me?" Zestria asked as he seemed not to hear her explanation.

"Sorry... it's been a long night, and I was dazed..."

"Yeah... I can understand."

Raven didn't notice that she smoothly dropped the "Mr" from her address, now speaking more frivolously and close.

"The dungeon will become a single layer; normally, each person's party will enter a separate dimension or small world to be simpler. Thus you won't ever find another person nor fight the same monsters as someone who isn't in your party. But... When a [Poacher] is denounced..."

Zestria closed her eyes, her face seeming to be a little solemn, her eyes flickering several times before she continued.

"All of the dungeons are fused; not only the Poacher but everyone who is currently in the same dungeon will be trapped, forced to fight inside a dungeon where every monster's level is doubled, while the Guardian can be triple or even ten times the current level of most monsters in the dungeon... As you can imagine... for the adventurers who can barely clear a dungeon... even the Poacher themselves..."

She looked at him, showing a sense of awe and respect.

"The expected survival rate of newbies inside a poached dungeon is less than 5% which decreases with the danger level of the Guardian... the supposed survival chance of this dungeon was 0.6%... As expected of such a wonderful male, your luck and resilience are awe-inspiring."

Zestria adjusted and could manage basic conversation as she moved closer before asking the main question on everyone's mind.

"So, Raven, can you tell us where the Guardian might be? We lost its signal near here for some reason, and letting them roam loose is dangerous."

Raven began to laugh wryly, ruffling his hair before he looked at the succubus for the first time.

Her beautiful face and tiny beauty spot below her soft red lips, an alluring and sharp face with golden eyes like the mid-evening sun as it set over the horizon. At the same time, her hair was beautiful, glossy and black like his raven axe; for the first time, his eyes slipped down to see her revealing clothes, almost showing her nipples and areola.

They were that racy!

Raven then noticed her face seemed victorious and pleased as he returned to her golden gaze.

"Do you mean that huge skeleton with that giant sword, flaming blue skull and helmet?"

"Yes... Raven, so you saw him?"

"Ah, the bastard was called Ragovad and almost killed me..."

"So where is he now?" Zestria excitedly interrupted, her breathing rough as she grasped his spare hand; her skin was soft like a velvet cloth.

"Uhm... He's there..."

Raven replied with a smile, pointing to the smouldering blue bone dust.

Suddenly the entire room sounded with a collective word and sound.

"EH!?"