Vincent walked forward slowly, his mind free of complicated thoughts. He ignored his sights of poor beggars on the street roads. Selfish, as it seemed, he ignored them, because he could barely help himself.

—|Vincent: 'Hey, that girl was pretty awesome. I got nothing.. Well, a good fuck was nice. However, she awakened her sin of wrath.'

—|Efrita: 'Lord, that girl was a mere half daemon. She could never affect your perfected blood. However, because you seeded her, she's became a pure, wrathful daemon. Hehe! Next time, pounding her senseless will benefit you both!'

His feet stopped a few metres away from the blacksmith. Mel'Zeth, his cute shortstack goblin only metres away. He felt like a tractor beam was dragging him into the store by his crotch. Vincent used his entire Anima pool to pull himself away. Should he enter that pit of evil?

There was no chance he wouldn't get that naughty little hobgoblin pregnant.

Vincent didn't comment on how Efrita started becoming more lewd since that night with Silvari. She also joined in with her erotic chats together late at night when he slept with other women.

"Raizel, can you fight in your human form? I want to take you and Efrita to the fifth floor with me."

After a few moments, her soft voice sounded in his mind. Although she seemed stable, he could feel the delight and jittering in her words.

—|Raizel: 'Hahi!? Yes! I can fight with a spear. Maybe taking place of the vanguard to support Efrita. Although I have learned no skills.'

—|Efrita: 'Thank you for choosing me Lord!?'

"I'm, glad sorry Silvari, babe. I want to give you some rest."

Silvari remained silence for a few moments until suddenly, her sleep and slightly panting voice sounded.

—|Silvari: 'Ah.. No darling, that's fine. I will be okay watching you this time.'

The journey took a few minutes. His feet arrived at the familiar sight. He flashed his identification to the guards. Now a regular, they greeted him with a smile. Both women were very kind, offering him a glass of iced water and a sandwich.

—|Vincent: 'Feels like these women are trying to groom me. But the food is nice! Who cares?'

"Wait a moment, handsome mister!"

Somehow, the moment before he entered, a firm grip held him back. Vincent was going to swat her hand. Until he felt her familiar and enjoyable scent. Her floral scent, soft tanned body with large breasts and curled blonde hair.

"It's nice to see a beautiful woman outdoors."

Vincent reached out and stroked her soft cheek. This woman was his first. She was special despite only forming an emotional bond after they slept together. He pulled her into a hug as her arms wrapped around his back, placing her cheek against his exposed chest and rubbing softly.

"What a fine male, his wondrous scent and quality. Maybe I will drag him into the alley and ravage him!"

Celine looked up at him with a soft look. Her single golden eye glistening with excitement and anticipation. Her soft arms exploder his muscular back, one trailed down to his firm ass, and the other enjoyed the sensation of his various back muscles. He enjoyed this girl's soft body and scent and sensation.

However, today there were things he needed to do. He placed his right arm under her ass, giving a slight squeeze of the soft mass of flesh. His left arm behind her back as she squatted and lifted her suddenly, in a princess carry, a deep scent of flowers and an aroused female wet, musky smell mixed.

"Ah!? Where are you taking me.. Should I cry for help and scream kidnapped?"

Vincent slapped her ass, slipping between the uncovered crack and teased her hole a little as her body convulsed, feeling the thick finger playing with her ass. She regretted wearing a thong and pants that slipped down during intense actions. Her little heart beat like a deer worried other men might see her flesh.

"Oi! My ass is on show..! Let's get a room to fuck? That is more private, right?"

He shook his head. Her soft voice, like a singing bird, tried to cause his heart to stray. She gave a tempting smile, licking slowly along her top lip, smearing her glossy red lip gloss. Celine could not change her succubus instinct even less with the man she was falling for.

Celine traced her sharp right fingernails along his chest, a thin white trail left behind as she moved her arm like a serpent. A cheeky grin filling her face, that was, until the bastard walked towards the dungeon holding her.

"Hey! I am not dressed for a dungeon.. No! Please.. I won't fight or tease, let me go! Darling! Baby! Vincent you bastard, don't make me break a nail or I'll bite your dick next time I suck you off!"

Vincent frowned. This girl was feisty, so with all his power, he slapped her. A loud smack resounded as her fleshy ass shuddered inside her thin pants as it half slipped out in the princess's carry.

"Be good. You can stay in the back. Celine, I need you!"

His words caused her endless complaints and shouts to end as she pressed her soft, hot lips against his chest, staining him with a bright red kiss mark. She just wanted to hear his sweet words. Why would a shapeshifter care about nails? Just create a new pair!

"Mmmn! Be nice. Make me feel good with your mouth later?" She said with a chirp, rubbing her small nose against his firm chest in delight. She was so happy that the man would still accept her whims. No matter how cheeky. He would only spank or punish them if they were naughty.

That was no punishment but a desert or reward for her succubi sisters.historical

Suddenly, the familiar blue light shrouded the two as the world swirled and melded together before they transported to a strange and interesting dungeon.

It wasn't a cave, which was awesome. The area seemed like a plain with long grass, bushes, and fauna. In the distance was a large forest filled with countless different trees and vegetation. He felt it was quite beautiful and wanted to explore more before fighting.

A large camp filled with men that looked like pigs was between him and the forest, sadly blocking his exploring. Each one carried a large club or axe. Vincent noticed a faint cry of pain and female panting. He knew this was likely a poor adventurer that was caught in the past.

Although the dungeon was safe, if they did not kill a person lost inside the dungeon, but captured them. They would force them to engage in certain acts with the monsters here. The dungeon would erode their spirit until. These people would eventually become classed as dungeon monsters and used as toys. Forced to repeat the fate of a captive all their lives.

Only gaining freedom from death.

He gave a sigh. There was nothing he could do here. Vincent was not a hero. This woman could endanger his or his women's life. Why would he risk himself for her? He turned away and could only help later with gradual actions.

"Efrita, can you scout their rough power? Is there any place we should avoid?"

—|Efrita: 'Hmmm, not really. You could take the boss on solo, but the amount of orc's is quite high. Maybe you need to be careful of the female orc's. They would be like that horny goblin and never let you go till their stomachs swelled with your special milk.'

Vincent fought a few orcs before. These were more developed, as if his past enemies were children. Massive, powerful bodies were almost taller than himself. Thankfully, their own tools were smaller than his. He loved this world that seemed convenient to him.

He wondered if there were similar people.

Instantly, because the orc's started moving erratically, he focused his vision. He knew this wasn't because of his presence. Maybe her lover was here, with the rest of his party, to rescue her? He knew he shouldn't, but his lips curved into a smile.

"What a poor man! Sex with her will be like he's throwing a sausage down a hallway."

".."

Vincent felt the surrounding audience was too tough. Why didn't they find it amusing like him? Shaking his head, his body grew slightly, curved horns and black slate, armour filling his body. Efrita looked identical but with shorter horns and huge breasts that broke free of her armour.

Efrita stood close to his body, seeming to sniff his scent on the left. While Celine performed the same action to his right, her curved horns almost poking his eyes out.

Raizel, like a good girl, stood in an eastern kimono and wooden shoes, swinging her spear with a slight pout ahead of him. He enjoyed the slit in her dress, which showed her perk butt from the gap. She seemed to wear a strange cloth underwear that was twisted and stick between her ass cheeks. This looked more erotic as it pushed them apart and caused his eyes to fixate on her plump rear.

"Mmmm, do you like her small butt? Are we going to hold her down later whilst you make her cry, engorging this massive weapon inside her shortstack body?" Celine whispered into his ear, nibbling him.

"Lord, is this the form that you enjoy? Shall I wear nothing and sway my ass for you? Although I have more flesh, I am sure you will enjoy it!" Efrita said with a more cute voice. She wasn't as seductive as Celine, but her innocent appeal was just as powerful.

He stayed quiet. As his two women acted like perverted thugs. Their soft fingers stroked along his crotch with slow movements. Both enjoying his hardened meat club, each finger tracing his pulsating veins and growing tip.

They knew why it became so robust and fierce. As these perverted women pressed their huge breasts against him in direct competition with the small chested Raizel, who was oblivious, striking with her spear in the distance.