Chapter 405: Chaos Across the Marquisate
[Shortly after, Gremory’s Dungeon.]
When there are multiple fronts and a powerful enemy among them, you make it too unpleasant for them to fight.
Whether through diplomacy, agitation, or peace overtures, the primary objective is to buy time by any means necessary, and I had successfully thrown the Leo Marquisate into chaos.
"The Goddess Church, now the enemy of the elves. Can the marquisate really handle that situation on its own?"
"Not a chance. The Elf Queen sided with the Demon King’s Army, after all."
"Hehe, exactly. At the very least, the marquisate will be paralyzed until someone on the level of the Saintess or a cardinal shows up."
It was an optimistic outlook, but as long as Marquis Leo was alive, he would most likely refrain from attacking us.
From what I had heard through Eila and Gray, his temperament was that of an extremely stability-minded elderly man; the type who had only defended the marquisate, even after hearing about the multiple failed dungeon subjugations in the barony.
"If you think of the marquisate as a kind of dungeon... they’re the type to lock the door and dig in for a siege."
"Viewing human territories as dungeons. That’s an interesting approach."
"Unlike the war of mutual annihilation between the human alliance and the Demon King’s Army, our fight is essentially about claiming territory."
"Not claiming women?"
"That’s nothing more than a side benefit. It’s been a while since we’ve met like this, and you’re quite sharp-tongued, Gremory."
I gently bit Gremory’s breast. Though they had gotten much smaller than before when she took the fallen angel’s body, they still had definite volume, making them pleasant to bite and suck.
"Hmph, you fuck the other girls every single day, but I only get to see you once a week. Of course I’m like this."
"A little long-distance romance isn’t so bad for a while, is it?"
"Pfft, you crazy bastard. Yeah, I was going insane from how badly I was craving your cock."
Gremory squeezed my cock with her signature technique. She was clearly pinned beneath me in missionary, yet she clenched my cock as actively as if she were riding on top.
"Hehe, you must’ve really wanted to fuck me too, huh? Aren’t you actually scared of me?"
"Yeah, you’re so damn good that I’m scared if I fucked you every day, I’d be disappointed by the other girls."
"The mouth on you. Fine, I’m great at sex, great at running a dungeon, great at following orders, great at getting pregnant. Think you’d find another woman as good as me anywhere? Count your blessings, you bastard."
"This bitch really says whatever she wants to her Legion Commander."
Slap. I grabbed and squeezed Gremory’s breast with my palm. Gremory clenched my cock with a vaginal pressure even greater than the force I had squeezed with.
"God damn... it’s been a while, so it’s a bit tough. Hey, can’t you just cum inside and call it done?"
"Why? Getting tired?"
"Hngh, what have you been eating that your stamina’s this good? Did you use some kind of ejaculation-delay sex magic?"
Gremory twisted her hips side to side, trying to coax out my climax. Each fold of her walls seemed to drag along and milk my cock, as if it were being churned inside a hot whirlpool.
"Dragon Mama’s breast milk? Hehe, quite the delicacy."
But my cock only grew harder. No matter how insane her technique was, it was difficult to overcome the gap in raw physicality. My cock was still rock hard, and the one who lost the chicken race of sensation first was Gremory.
"Fuck, he gets to drink all the good stuff by himself... hnngh!!"
Gremory flapped the wings she had spread beneath her back and came. I didn’t feel the urge to ejaculate, but I timed it with Gremory’s orgasm and pumped out a thick load of semen.
Glug, glug, spluurt.
I felt the hot semen filling up inside Gremory’s belly. I deliberately kept my cock inside her to make sure the semen stayed in.
"Shit... this is exactly why it feels like I lost."
Gremory growled, venting her frustration. As our legion’s top pro-sexer, forged through every kind of real-world experience from orgies to gangbangs to scat, she realized through her pussy that I had deliberately timed my ejaculation to match her climax.
"Well, obviously you lost. Think about how big the level gap is."
"Damn, so there’s a hard limit that technique can’t beat?"
"Hehe, try drinking some demonic fluid and leveling up."
My level was currently 88.
After obtaining the highest grade magic stone, I had gained a fair amount of experience over the past month through sub-dungeon grinding and combat on the front lines.
Gaining barely 3 levels in a month was certainly a small number, but considering how the required experience increased exponentially at higher levels, it was tremendous growth. Even if I couldn’t see the exact figures.
"Forget it. The experience I’m earning from fighting for my life right now is plenty."
In contrast, Gremory’s level was 76.
To be precise, Lv. 77 / 80, ★★★★.
Despite having fucked Valac, neither her max level nor her ☆ rating had increased. The reason she had been able to raise 5 levels beyond her original max was that Gremory had entrusted me with a Monster Enhancement Ticket she had earned through Daily Quests in her own dungeon, and I used it on her.
"Right now you’re evenly matched with that woman one-on-one, so don’t even think about stepping in."
"Pedo-loli... no, was it Rhodopelli? That dwarf woman. ...Hehe. If she’s evenly matched with me, then I could take her down easy if I stepped in."
"Hey, calm down. If you show yourself on this front, our cover’s blown. Then Marquis Leo would steamroll the barony in a heartbeat, wouldn’t he?"
"Because I’m an already widely known threat to the whole world? Hehe, don’t worry. I’m not the kind of fool who slits the belly of the goose that lays golden eggs."
I removed the steel restraint fastened to Gremory’s wrist. The dwarf-made restraint was so powerful that even Gremory, for all her considerable strength, could hardly break free of it.
"The captured equipment is pouring in from them, so why would I give that up? It’s a little tedious, but keep farming them. It’s no easy feat to get your hands on dwarf-made weaponry."
"You ruthless bastard. You’re trying to run me into the ground, aren’t you?"
"Of course. When Her Highness the Dwarf Princess is going berserk out of sheer pride, we’d be stupid not to take advantage of that."
The stalemate on the Allocen-Sagittarius front (hereafter, the Sagittarius Front) was partly because we weren’t venturing outside the dungeon, but also because the count’s house and the dwarf forces refused to give up on subjugating the dungeon and kept sending troops.
"Kill the moderately strong ones, release the ones with high ransom value in exchange for magic stones as bail, and all the armor and weapons they came wearing become mine. Hehehe, no matter how I think about it, it’s perfect farming."
"The casualty rate among my division’s soldiers has been dropping too. ...Wearing rash guard armor underneath with dwarf-made heavy plate over it, they barely take any damage outside of vital spots. You’d better appreciate that it’s thanks to me."
"Yeah. It’s a big deal that the Dwarf Princess keeps raging at you, which keeps the fighting going. Thanks for dying for me over and over, Gremory."
"Hmph, when my avatar comes back alive, I’ll do a threesome with my avatar and... ah, shit. My avatar’s dead. Lost by the thinnest of margins."
Gremory tipped her head back and sighed. While her main body was evenly matched one-on-one, her avatar, which was weaker than her main body, had narrowly lost to Rhodopelli.
"Tch, that must sting."
"It’s fine though. I got a hit in. That woman’s hair is probably a little singed."
"How?"
"I set my avatar to explode on death, like you suggested. When that idiot swung her hammer, it definitely went boom. Hehehe, I should’ve been there to see it when I died."
Gremory kept voicing her regret. Wanting to console her, I scooped her up in my arms and headed toward the portal.
"W, wait! The others will see us like this! Where are you going?!"
"The Sagittarius Front. Hehe, right about now, Rhodopelli should be standing in front of the dungeon with a head full of bomb residue, right? Let’s show off our love. And flaunt it: this is what happens when you get captured by me, you get fucked mid-carry."
Thrust, thrust thrust.
I bucked my cock upward a couple of times so the semen wouldn’t drip out from gravity. Gremory, legs hooked around my pelvis and clinging tight, flapped her wings and adjusted her posture for optimal carry-fucking.
"No! I don’t mind other humans seeing me get fucked naked, but I refuse to let that woman see it!!"
"Hehe, later I’ll lay you both down on the same bed and have you lick my cock together. That’ll be a real sight."
"Hey, please, come on!"
"But right now, we’re not going out to greet the pedo dwarf. The fact that your avatar exploded means the diversionary operation was a success."
I stepped through the portal. Right in front of the portal, an orc warrior rather than a dragonian was there to greet me.
"You’ve arrived, Legion Commander."
"Yeah. How’s the battle going, Percival?"
Percival Allocen. Lv. 60.
My second orc son, born through Lily, he had shown tremendous growth from spearheading the fighting on the Allocen front. Thanks to being born at ★★★★, he was able to steadily raise his level without a Monster Enhancement Ticket.
"Would you like to see for yourself?"
"Yeah."
Percival poured demonic fluid onto a captured Clairvoyance crystal. A yellowish mist spread through the air, and the wasteland came into full view before us.
"No, that’s...."
A small crater had formed in the wasteland. At its center, a dwarf with disheveled hair lay face down. Her full plate armor seemed to have reduced the explosion’s damage, but it was covered in soot.
"So Gremory was actually a Saibaman? Died in Yamcha style, complete with the self-destruct."
"What kind of nonsense is that? That bitch isn’t dead yet. You have no idea how many high-level magic wards are engraved inside that armor."
Tremble, tremble.
Rhodopelli, lying at the epicenter of the blast, struggled to her feet. Numerous knights around her scrambled in confusion to assist her, but in all the chaos from the explosion, they failed to notice something crucial.
"Ooh, there they come."
Beyond Rhodopelli and House Sagittarius’s knight order, a flock of harpies soaring through the sky on steel wings came into view. At the head of the Harpy Aellos, towering well over ten feet tall, a black bird with wings distinctly different from the rest glided leisurely over the knight order.
"Let’s go greet them."
"W, wait?! Like this?! What about a division commander’s dignity?!"
"She outranks you by a mile anyway, you know? Didn’t you once say dungeon masters are strictly ranked by number?"
"I never said that!!"
"Oh, right. Just making stuff up."
Thwack. I silenced Gremory by thrusting into her pussy one more time. To stop her from flapping her wings to cushion the impact of the carry-fuck, I deliberately grabbed not her waist but the base of her wings with both hands.
"Ngh, hrgh, you bastard with nothing but a big cock...!"
"The highest of compliments. Oh, they’re here."
Flap, flap.
A group of birdmen touched down at the dungeon’s entrance. In their hands they carried armfuls of weapons and equipment acquired from who knows where.
[Wh, what the hell?!]
The knight order quickly realized where the arms had come from. But before they could make a move, horned orcs had already raised their bows to provide cover for the airborne unit.
Whirr.
The sound of the dungeon entrance opening echoed out. Allocen’s Dungeon was so wide and open that the entrance was visible at a glance from the depths where the summoning facility and portal were located.
"Congratulations on the victory. I suppose this mission was too easy for you."
"If I took this many troops and still failed the mission, I’d have to give up my name. Reporting in: we bombarded the enemy’s forward fortress from above with boulders, then killed the garrison and raided the armory. Legion Commander, here."
At the black-haired woman’s signal, a Harpy Aello set down a single weapon before me. It was a polearm fitted with a crescent-shaped black axe blade, well over six and a half feet long.
"This is the weapon that would suit you best, Legion Commander. Please give it a try."
"Yeah, the black finish is absolutely stunning. But there’s something else I’d like to use first."
Flap. I lifted Gremory by the waist and set her down on the ground. My cock, now exposed to the open air, glistened with semen and love juices.
"A victory celebration."
"...Gladly."
The black-haired woman scurried over and knelt beside Gremory. Her green eyes looked up at me, and her face was already flushed red.
"Suck to your heart’s content. Since it’s a special occasion, I’ll let you have a full load. Harphas."
"Really?! I love you, Legion Commander!"
Halphas.
She had newly become the master of the 38th dungeon, serving as the air force commander responsible for our legion’s aerial forces. Inheriting Halphas’s name, yet choosing one that was similar but subtly different to signify that she was a different being from Halphas:
Current: Harphas.
Former: Shax.
"Then, bon appetit. Haum, slurp."
Having gained the power of a dragonian and been newly resurrected, she celebrated the victory by sucking my cock.