I Own a Brothel in Another World

“Last chance to give up.” I smirk at the slightly bewildered Nymph beneath me, lazily trailing my fingers over her smooth belly, just short of the heavenly valley below. “It’s not that shameful to admit you’ve been mistaken, you know?”

At those words, her eyes finally stop following my digits and snap up to meet mine. A somewhat arrogant sneer curls the tough lady’s lips as she grips my already hard member with all the experience one would expect from a creature living off lovemaking.

“Dream on, Human.” Her fingertips dance over my length, tenderly stroking the tip as they push it closer to the apex of her warm mound. “So what if you can overpower me? The moment I swallow your eager staff, I will be the one on top, now and forever.”

She has seemingly regained most of her previous composure, getting more and more confident as she rubs herself with my cock. Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about hurting her even if she decides to shove it in right now. Her fragrant nectar is already slowly spreading over our united bits. The faint trace of dark grey blush conveys her eagerness to get physical too.

In the end, I don’t think she’s lied about not having a chance to feed for Goddess knows how long.

But, I have been challenged, and I can’t very well let her get the upper hand here, can I?

Before Ianthe manages to slip me inside her, I catch her wrist with my free hand and pull it away. She fights me for a moment, surrendering soon enough, knowing well her strength and abilities can’t contest mine. This also makes me happy. I’m all for a little bit of roughness amidst the pleasure if my partner’s experience is further enhanced by it, but it would just feel bad to wrestle with her too hard.

Without her explicitly stating that’s what we are playing at, at least.

Pinning both of her hands above her head, I hold them tightly with one hand, moving the other to cup her perky breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I wonder if you will sing to the same tune after I’m done with you. First, though, let me show you my appreciation for this delicious opportunity. You are such a gorgeous woman and I can’t wait to eat you up.”

The splash of colour deepens over her face as Ianthe’s eyes widen a little bit, focused on mine. As she opens her mouth to say something, I interrupt that unnecessary motion by locking her lips with mine, which results in an awkward-turned-pleased noise, her unreleased word becoming a delighted moan.

Initially, I simply test the waters. If she is angry at me, she might try to fight back by biting or such, but after a few fluffy pecks, Ianthe’s lips part on their own, inviting me deeper. I keep affectionately tracing circles around her nipple as my tongue greets hers, conveying a slightly earthen but still delectable taste. Our kiss turns more heated until she is the one looking for more, coaxing more and more carnal satisfaction.

A light squeeze of her stiff nipple evokes a fluttering gasp, which further intensifies her desire. Leaving her marvellous peak alone for now, I make a trail with my nail over her exquisite skin, heading south. Ianthe’s breath hitches the closer I get to the promised land, joined by quiet groans whenever I turn around just short of the sealed crevice currently gushing with need like a mountain brook.

“Such a tease,” she whimpers, bucking her hips to drag her slit into my finger during the next lap. “Is your plan to kill me from frustration with the use of sweet little lies and ghostly grazes?”

A light chuckle escapes my lips and she opens her eyes. “I haven’t said a single lie during our entire conversation though? And judging by the small pool beneath your charming butt, you aren’t exactly disliking this.”

“You… You are serious?” she asks, a little confused, and I raise a curious brow at her. “You really think I’m gorgeous? Without being charmed?”

“What else would you be with this sinful body?” I fire back, going further with my fingers than before, slowing down right at the height of the shy little nub topping her feminine mound.

“A monster you Humans think you can just lust all over and get the fuck of your lives?” Ianthe answers, not so certain anymore. “A rock demon posing as a Human female to steal your soul?”

I roll my eyes. “That again. Well, when I was Human, I still had this thing for strong and exotic women, this desire to sink my fingers into their exquisite skin.”

“Nnnghhh…” Ianthe lets out a deep groan as I tickle her clit and slide two fingers into her welcoming pussy, her entire frame shaking weakly.

She might appear cold as stone from the outside, but her sensitive insides are just as hot as they always are. Closing her eyes, she throws her head to the back with a thud, hitting it against the hard stone, completely dismissing that fact like it doesn’t happen. I slip in and out of her wet folds repeatedly, watching her squirm in my grasp and grace me with ladylike groans.

“Goddess…” Ianthe gasps when I curl my digits a tad, adding more speed and pressure to my technique. “Wait, wait, wait... That’s too quick! Nhhhhnnnn!”

Feeling a tug at my wrist, I decide to let go and see her hand fly down to grab my own. Unfortunately, she can’t stop me, only giving me another opening to make her feel even better. With my left palm free now too, I employ its help in rolling her left nipple while sucking the right one into my mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh! No, no, no! Hooooooooooow?!” She buckles as I add more pressure, moaning a storm already. “Ahhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

Ianthe’s hips jump up as she peaks, her delightful thighs quivering from the intense spasms that roll through her entire system. Her pussy pushes my fingers out so I switch to thumbing her sensitive button, prolonging the explosion of pleasure as much as I can. It takes a moment for her tender butt to smack down onto the floor of the sarcophagus again with a wet plop, a few post-orgasmic shivers plaguing her figure.

Pulling myself above her flushed, panting visage, I smile slyly and brush my thumb over her plump lips. She opens them up voluntarily, flicking her dark tongue at the nectar coming from her hot source as she stares deeply into my irises.

“Neither male nor female has ever touched me like that,” she says with a smooth, melodic tone. “Have Humans gotten so much more skilled in the time I was asleep?”

“That’s it. I’m bringing out the big guns. Get your ass ready.” I squint at her, which draws out an impish grin from her until I wipe it away with a passionate kiss.

We battle each other for a few seconds before I toss Ianthe onto her left side and push her curvy body against the wall of the stone box. She giggles in amusement, moaning quietly as her hard nipples graze the cold surface. I fall behind her and hug her tightly, my cock sliding between those thick thighs of hers. With a calculated wiggle, she drops herself low enough to press her humid lower lips against my length, coating it with her sweet nectar from the tip to the base.

“Now we are talking.” Ianthe chuckles, closer and closer to nailing herself on my dick. “It’s been interesting, and perhaps a little bit intriguing, but I’ll be taking this win—wait, that’s the wrong—ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Chatting herself up, she notices too late that right before she thrusts me between her labia, I alter the angle slightly and spread her cheeks with my hands. Having dripped quite a bit of certain useful substance onto my cock while she’s been rubbing herself on it, I’m more than ready to tackle the goal ahead of me.

My tip pierces her tensed ring and I’m all the way up her ass with shocking ease, bottoming out in one thrust. One of my arms wraps itself around her chest while the other slithers down her stomach, two fingers playing with her leaking folds. My face draws close to Ianthe’s ear as she twitches lightly from insertion, trying but failing at escaping the spear of destiny thanks to being trapped between my body and the altar’s stone sidewall. Her luscious lips have formed a perfect circle from both surprise and disbelief.

“Do you think I’m oblivious to how your kind functions?” I whisper sensually, causing her to shudder again, shifting my dick inside her as a result, evoking more half-moans, half-groans. “While you can suck out lifeforce through all your holes, it’s your pussy that’s the strongest, and this little entrance here being the weakest. But, as it turns out, also quite sensitive.”

Her face turns to mine over her shoulder. “You… Ohhh! Why does it feel so… ahhhhh… smooth?”

“Magic.” I snicker and nibble on her neck, forcing her voice to create that melodic, thrilling goran.

Ianthe’s hands are now free, and have been for a while, so she could have and still can use them to resist this vulgar treatment. But, she doesn’t place them against the wall to push me off or anything like that. No, she leads them to my arms, holding firmly onto them as I drill her asshole with my cock, pounding my hips against her bouncy behind. 

She moans and groans openly as her backdoor slowly relaxes to match my size. With the use of the magical lube, I have no issues hammering into her tight channel nevertheless. And judging by how she throws her waist back at me after her belly bounces off the sidewall, she clearly appreciates the sensations, perhaps used to slightly different experiences in that area.

Naturally, my fingers don’t stop toying with her breast and clit. Choosing the right moment, I push them into her warmth once more, fucking her asshole and pussy at the same time.

“Fuuuuuck!” Ianthe curses, buckling like a horse. “Ahhhnnn! Ahnnnn! I’m going to cum again! Ahnnnnn! Please, don’t stop! Ahnnnn! Ahnnnn! Spill it! Release deep in my anus! Ahhhhhhh! I beg you! Let me taste your seed with my ass!”

“I didn’t know the refined Oreads used such crude language.” I move my lips to graze her ear with my teeth. “But ask and you shall receive. If only you’d have been this polite from the beginning.”

Putting more effort into all my movements, I have no issues guiding Ianthe’s fine body towards another realm-shaking orgasm. Driving myself deep into her backdoor, I finger her front relentlessly, relishing the hot, fragrant nectar trickling down my fingers as proof of how good she is feeling. 

When her silky passage starts constricting on my digits, I slam myself home hard enough to smack Ianthe against the wall, squishing her firm tits into it. She almost howls while cumming on my fingers, her asshole choking my cock with all it has. Fulfilling her wish, I release a luscious load deep into her, painting her upper passage white with lots of love.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit! It’s cominnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!” Ianthe gasps and her nails dig into my forearms.

Her eyes glow white at the same time as the bluish patterns all around us start heating up too, reaching almost blinding levels. She lets out a trembling moan as my seed pumps into her, the arrays flickering mysteriously to the quivers in her musical voice. At one point, I worry they are going to fry themselves up like an overcharged electric installation and blow up in a shower of sparks, but that doesn’t happen, the light receding slowly as my gorgeous Oread comes down from her high, panting roughly and still quivering from time to time. I rest my fingers on her mound and caress it lovingly while still plugging her asshole with my cock.

“I… I am defeated…” The Nymph sighs dreamily, gently brushing my skin. “So much energy from an anal insertion… And you haven’t gone a bit softer, perhaps even growing harder instead… You truly are no Human… My Lord…”

“Took you long enough.” I smirk to myself, kissing the nape of her neck. “But, well, it’s no surprise I’m getting harder when the fun is barely just starting.”

“What do you—ahhh!”

With a few quick tugs and twists, Ianthe lands underneath me once more. Just, this time, her legs are pushed closer to her body, her knees hooked over my shoulders with feet dangling above my head, as my ready-for-action tip intimately makes out with her cute pussy, waiting to visit its new friend for a good time. Ianthe’s eyes widen at the sight, her teeth involuntarily sinking into her bottom lip.

“You have taken your punishment for doubting me, now it’s time for your reward.” I spread her alluring petals with my fingers. “What kind of lord would I be if I didn’t show proper appreciation to my vassals?”

“Wait! If it felt so incredible in my butt, I need to get reAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHdy…” A powerful lewd cry breaks her sentence as I sink into her soft insides. “Goddess save me… How does this feel so divine…?”

Leaning forward to place a peck on her nose, definitely making her go cross-eyed if she had pupils and irises, I smile cheekily at the beautiful Nymph. “Perks of sheathing a Demigod’s dick.”

“What?! A DemigOOOOHHHHooooohhhhOOOOOHHHHHHddddd?” Her eyes bulge out at the news, once more interrupted mid-sentence.

Even if Ianthe wishes she could say anything else or ask any questions, the fact is, she can’t. Not when I’m railing her pussy into the ground to the powerful, wet smacks our bodies create as I slam myself into her comfortable passage. She clenches her teeth and grunts through them, throwing her arms around my neck for better stability. I can sense the heights of pleasure she is experiencing after hearing and recognizing the revelation.

Ianthe no longer views me as something lesser. Her soul and her pussy are actively accepting the ecstasy I’m sharing with her. To the point that she can barely receive it without screaming like crazy. I might have gone a tad too far focusing my divinity on this one thrust, concealing it while I was fucking her ass before. Hopefully, she doesn’t actually turn silly from getting her brains fucked out.

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Yes! Ahhhhh! So much vitality! Ahhhhh!” A whole concert of moans tickles my ear as I hammer Ianthe into the stone, her fingers starting to rake over my back.

“Feel free to eat up as much as you want. I have lots to spare.” I chuckle, kiss her neck and begin to delicately press into her timid clit, causing her to thrash wildly.

“Yesssssss! Ahhhhhh! Thank you so much! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” If I could see her face, she’d definitely be licking her lips. “My Lord! I’ll cum for you again! Ahnnnnn!”

All things combined, she reaches her climax even faster than during the ass pounding she received a moment earlier. Not seeing any reason to deny the alluring Oread the pleasure, I flick her clit with controlled circles, flooding her body with energy. She comes on the spot and gushes all over my cock even as I keep nailing her relentlessly. The mighty moan is silenced by a fierce kiss she pulls me in this time, rolling through my throat like the finest music.

Still trembling, she looks at me, then down at our salacious connection, and once more into my eyes, a trace of a dissatisfied pout on her adorable lips, even as her body has trouble staying still. Knowing well what she’s thinking, I chuckle and spin us around, evoking another gasp of surprise.

Ianthe ends up on top just as she promised in the beginning. With just one small difference. She isn’t completely in control, nor has she myself wrapped around her finger. On the contrary, it’s her pussy I have wrapped around my dick. 

Since the altar is taller and wider, she can partially straighten her back while hovering over my cock, with the head snuggly sitting inside her leaking snatch, making it seductively spread around it. However, it’s not high enough and she has to bend her neck forward, which coincidentally forces her to look down at me as I hold her thighs to the sides, ready to drive myself into her from below.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get your meal in there too.” I grin at her and Ianthe nibbles on her lip, wiggling her hips to rub my tip invitingly. “You’ve gotta earn it, though. Do you think you can handle this divine member?”

Her white eyes glimmer with resolve and she rests her palms against the stone surfaces, one on the lid and one on the sidewall. Her feet are planted firmly on the rough bed and her legs flex in preparation. Taking a deep breath, she gives me a confident nod.

“My flesh will bring you the most heavenly climax, My Lord,” Ianthe states. “Please, use me until you are fully satisfied.”

Looking deep into her eyes, I rearrange my hands to grab onto her hips… and yank them down as I thrust upwards. Ianthe’s knees buckle from bliss, but she hastily spreads them wide again, hitting the sides with loud thuds, resolved to let me witness every second of her precious pussy getting beautifully rammed by my cock, kissing my underbelly each time I smash our bodies together.

“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Standing like this! Ahhhhh! Hits so different!” she confesses honestly, and I can tell.

Thankfully, Ianthe doesn’t seem to mind her head and shoulders thumping against the sealed lid of our cosy coffin. With how strongly I plunge into her, any other normal casket would have burst into splinters long ago. She even seems to draw some pleasure from it, staring down at me with an expression asking for more. The ladies outside must be wondering what’s going on in here, perhaps giggling amongst themselves at how hard their leader is fucking the life out of my dick.

Oh, how mistaken they would be.

Nevertheless, this position truly hits differently, as Ianthe has said. And not only in physical terms. I get to admire her full breasts swaying in the rhythm of our lovemaking as I pound into her from below. I get to watch her pouty lips curl into a smile, then twist in pleasure as she grits her teeth from receiving me deep inside her soft channel. I get to watch her lean muscles tense as she upholds the half-squat, further emphasising the slightly more chubby areas of her killer figure. And, obviously, I get to witness my own work, splitting that succulent slit with each stroke.

“Are you ready to taste me the right way?” I smirk at her, noticing her tightening around me more and more.

“Ahhhhh! Yes! Yes! Please, let me accept it deep inside my womb! Ahhhhh!” Ianthe answers and starts pushing herself off the lid to slam down onto me even harder, actually making me grunt. “Cum in me, My Lord! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! My pussy yearns to milk you! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! It’s been starving for so looooooooooooong!”

“Don’t forget to compliment the chef!” I snicker and time the last thrust with her incoming orgasm.

It turns out she feels this one much stronger as she practically flies up the moment she tilts past the edge of ecstasy, hitting the lid with quite the power, and cracking it slightly. I have to push my hips up to chase after her fleeing mound and further drill her against that marred lid. She lets out one long moan as her knees bump against each other continuously, my fresh batch of creamy delicacy rushing vertically up her welcoming passage, wave after wave. The damn lines glow so much I have to cover my face for a few seconds.

With the last note of her sultry cry, she flops down onto my chest with laboured breaths. The light subsides as I gently run my fingers over Ianthe’s smooth back, playfully tracing patterns over her elegant butt.

“Haaaaaaah… I’ve never felt so full… Not even from the Patriarch…” Ianthe whispers, her own palm wandering over my chest. “My sisters will be so happy to know we have someone to serve once more… I should bring them the news quick—ah!”

“Where do you think you are going?” I chuckle devilishly after locking her down in my embrace. “If I remember correctly, you wanted to suck me dry until I was on the brink of death, did you not? You see, I’m a quite competitive person.”

The mature Oread raises herself on her elbows and looks down at me with a timid smile as I draw my hips back.

“Oh merciful Goddess of all creation… Please, spare your always devoted servant this impossible triAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEEE~!”

Interrupting her abrupt prayer, I proceed to offer the seductive Nymph some more of my essence. Contrary to her request for salvation, she welcomes all this affection with open arms and wet pussy, not even once asking me to stop or slow down. We play bodily tetris inside the stone coffin for four more thick loads down her starving snatch, staining the entire inner altar with our combined love juices.

Ultimately, it’s my win.

Swiping down my face, I sigh deeply. Shuffling a little, I throw the limp body of the freshly fucked Oread off me. It lands at my side with a muted moan and a tiny twitch, making me chuckle quietly. I would love to admire its enchanting curves, but unfortunately, all I can do is run my fingers over Ianthe’s frame. The magical formations have shut down during our previous-to-last climax. It turns out they do actually have a limit.

So, since there’s not much more to do in here, I try to crouch and set my shoulders against the heavy lid. Putting my hands up too, I flex my muscles and groan while slowly increasing the output of my strength. Soon, I hear a crack, and the stone slab breaks off, letting me slide it to the side with a thunderous impact. 

Rolling my shoulders, I stand up and peer outside. The other Oreads stare right at me with their mouths agape, definitely not expecting my figure to emerge first from the ritual. Many seem to blush shyly, turning their heads away and still sneaking bold peeks at me. I can’t really blame them, though. My rock-hard cock pokes right past the edge of the coffin, still decorated with plenty of my seed and Ianthe’s glistening nectar, some dripping off my tip.

One seems to break out of her desire-induced stupor and jumps to her feet. “What did you do to our Den Mother?”

Before I can placate her politely, a wet plop echoes throughout the chamber. We all turn towards the source and see an ashen arm hooked over the edge of the altar by its elbow, glistening with sweat.

“Don’t… He is… The real deal…” Ianthe says with a voice raspy from her previous lustful cries. “No questions… Explain later… Listen and… Serve…”

Her fingers lose their grip on the stone surface and slide back up until they slip past the edge. A fleshy smack travels out of the coffin, along with an alluring moan. Shaking my head with a warm smile, I give the amazing Den Mother one last glance and step out of this cursed box. Some Nymphs have come closer and peer into it, their eyes almost popping out after seeing the state their strong leader is in.

Sirgia pushes past the other stunned Oreads and hastily drops to her knees in front of me. Not being quick enough to stop her, I just smile appreciatively and hold her pretty hair as she slowly and carefully licks my member all over while looking up at me with a proud gaze. I stroke her cute cheek until she decides she’s done, leaving me all shiny and cleaned up.

Lowering myself to her level, I steal a tiny peck from my Dwarf lover. “Are you girls okay? They haven’t done anything to you while I was busy?”

She lets out an adorable giggle. “We could feel how hard you worked, Master. But, no, they just kept chanting. At least for as long as the tremors were bearable. I think their feminine parts found it hard to endure the vibrations coming off the altar and they had to move further away.”

The thought of me and Ianthe fucking so hard it almost made her friends cum just from sitting close to the stone slab makes me laugh openly and I kiss my little mate on the cheek.

“I’m glad. Now, would you kindly take your wonderful fingers off my member so that I can dress up properly?” I raise a questioning brow at the mischievous girl, and Sirgia gives me one more tug before granting my wish, cupping both of my cheeks to give me a loving kiss. “Thanks, love. I think we should continue where we left off, don’t you agree?”

The Oreads stop gaping at their defeated Den Mother and all whitish eyes lock on me. Some of them show reverence, some show obedience, but some show rather obvious expectations. I don’t even need to look lower at the glistening parts of those individuals to know what they are so hopeful for.

“My apologies, ladies, but I’m not going to lay my hands on any of you until your Den Mother gives me permission.” I chuckle softly, evoking a few adorable pouts, with one dainty girl even stomping the ground in her dissatisfaction. “But, even if she gave it to me, and any of you would be explicitly willing to get to know me a little better, there are things I need to take care of first. Is there perhaps a chance you could help us start this furnace up? You’ve helped the ancient Dwarves of this place, right?”

They exchange thoughtful glances until one alluring lady steps forward with a sensual sway of her slim hips. “You won’t find the gems as easily as you found the other required resources. They have been sealed inside a secret vault by our Den Mother. It’s inaccessible since then. I can take you there.”

“Great. I’m glad we stumbled on each other, then.” I smile at her kindly.

“On one condition,” she adds.

“Okay?” I faintly furrow my brows at her.

“A kiss,” our volunteer reveals. “I’ll get one from you.”

Damn sly vixen. She’s trying to get a leg up on her sisters before the rules I’ve set up are going to be truly enforced.

“Alright. But there will be no more exceptions,” I respond, and her lips curl into a satisfied smile.

Stepping closer to the tall beauty, I lean forward, but a finger stops me from reaching my target.

“Not these lips.” She chuckles roguishly, briefly glancing down her body.

Squinting at her hard, I do lower myself to the level of the other lips, standing before another firmly sealed slit, and press my mouth into the heating-up folds. Looking the cunning lady right in the eyes, I flick my tongue between those two delicious petals right before standing up. Her eyelashes flutter strongly and she barely catches herself before her knees go weak, buckling a little. Licking my lips, I stare her down, making her flush heavily.

No one fucks with me without consequences.

Even if those might lead to fucking me anyway.

The rest of the girls send their sister jealous glares, some rubbing their thighs together. It’s not like they can’t touch each other, but I guess they don’t get the same sensations from their own species. And males are their desired target, even if they can work with females too.

She ignores them pointedly and extends a hand to me. Not seeing any more tricks in her white eyes, I take it and once more experience the sensation of falling. This time, though, I don’t end up inside another coffin. We somehow travel through the rock and stone, moving somewhere. It’s a weird experience, different from the shadow transfer. It feels a bit more creepy with all that matter rushing before my eyes.

Less than a minute later, we emerge in a different chamber. Right away, I spot the rainbowy radiance of a truckload of gems and crystals filling big wooden crates all around. The room is much smaller than the furnace hall, and just as my guide has said, there don’t seem to be any doorways or gates leading out of it. The ancient Dwarves really wanted to play it safe, perhaps delaying the Humans in starting up the powerplant with their own fuel until the Oreads woke up and dealt with them. 

Just like it happened with us. To some extent, at least.

“Will these need to be accessed like this all the time?” I ask, approaching one of the crates and examining a long pink gem.

“We can reconnect this room with the hallways if the Den Mother orders us to,” the woman answers. “But, we wouldn’t mind resupplying the furnaces manually if that would be your wish, My Lord. I’m sure our sisters would be excited to find a purpose once more. Without it, we would be forced to fall into slumber again until the next disruption occurs.”

“I see.” I stroked my chin. “For now, let’s just take enough to start one furnace and have it running for a few days.”

“Yes, My Lord.” She bows politely. “A quarter of this crate will suffice. Should I collect the gems into a sack for you?”

“No need. I’ll just shove them into my storage.” I touch the box and one-fourth of the shiny rocks disappear, making my companion release a cute ‘oh’ of surprise. “Can we go back or do you need anything?”

“I’m at your service, My Lord. All I need is to heed your word.” The Oread offers her hand.

“Didn’t seem so straightforward earlier,” I tease her and bring that dark blush onto her cheeks once more.

We show up in the furnace hall a moment later and I show the gems to Sirgia.

“Woah. They almost haven’t lost any energy.” My lover’s eyes sparkle in awe. “I’ll need to see where you got them from later, Master. That vault must have incredible runes carved into its walls. Or some kind of a genius device to prevent mana diffusion over long periods of time.”

“No problem.” I pat her head and smile warmly. “But, let’s start by bringing some light into our dark lives.”

She chuckles sweetly and nods, accepting the crystals inside a barrel I took out of my own inventory. I then watch as the Oreads surround my tiny wife and offer advice on what to do. She consults her next actions with them and makes a few improvements to the already functioning systems, fine-tuning the furnace with their experience.

The one that has ferried me back and forth helps Sirgia scatter the gems inside the burner since the conveyor belts are still off. They triple-check everything to make sure there is no damage to any components that could result in an uncontrolled explosion or such and gather back in front of me.

“You really work fast.” Ianthe’s voice makes us turn towards the altar and we spot her being supported by two subordinates, still covered in all the evidence of our heated session, especially down her sculpted thighs. “Even the ancients needed weeks of introduction to fully grasp the inner workings of these furnaces. Yet, you seem to have already figured them out.”

Since Sirgia turns into a blushing mess of bashfulness, I chuckle in her stead while brushing through her brown hair. “That’s a genius for you. They didn’t have ones like these back then. If only you’ve seen the things she figured out back at our home. Out of this world, I tell you.”

Ianthe smirks at me before moving her gaze onto the massive pillar. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to use my magic to start it up right now. I’m utterly exhausted, My Lord.”

“After I pumped so much energy into you?” I raise a brow at her and the other Nymphs giggle softly, shooting me sultry glances.

The Den Mother rolls her eyes. “My energy has never been so boundless. It’s my body that’s the problem. If I tried anything more complex than basic magic, I could lose control of the mana, leading to unforeseen results. I can barely stand. My flesh feels like it’s been tenderised ten times over.”

More adorable chuckles follow as the mature lady glares at her family with a tinge of colour on her noble cheeks.

“I’ll relieve you of that in just a moment,” I promise with a smile. “First, let me handle this.”

Under the watchful and curious gazes of our alluring and very naked friends, I pull up my menus and look around for a skill, ability, or spell that would fit the bill. It doesn’t take long because there are a few fire-based Classes on my Partners list. Selecting a specific fire skill since it will be stronger than something like the unfocused Fire Magic, I close my eyes and call upon the borrowed power.

A fist-sized ball of flames appears atop my palm and swirls around until I’m satisfied with its compression. I can feel its desire to burst and quickly jog up to the burner’s lid and toss the orb inside, closing the square door. A small explosion shakes the belly of the beast a little and we spot violent amber flames through the occasional gaps in the body of the furnace. Shortly after, a few smaller pops follow and the shade of the fire switches to pretty blue.

With that change, the other segments of the generator step in too, falling in rhythm with the burner. The bellows stoke the flames and the pipes supply the enriched water to create steam. After about thirty seconds, the first trace of light azure emissions float up amidst the whitish smoke and travel into the ducts, where the condensed mana is shot forward like an arrow.

Then, as the process stabilises, hidden light crystals begin to flicker to life, and one by one, they illuminate this massive chamber with a warm hue. For the first time, we can see clearly without any additional aid, and the generator hall becomes even more imposing.

The power is back.

Sirgia cheers cutely by my side and throws herself into my arms. Catching the happy Dwarf, I spin us around for a moment, letting her pepper my face with fluffy kisses. I set her down before we both start getting dizzy, chuckling excitedly. The Oreads gaze around with reminiscing expressions, a tinge of melancholy and sadness adorns their glowing eyes as they exchange glances.

Giving one more kiss to my tiny lover, I step closer to Ianthe, her family turning to me. She meets my gaze proudly, but I can sense the faint trace of anxiety and contemplation in hers. The future still worries her. Especially with the two of us capable of operating this place on our own.

“So.” I spread my arms, looking at each curious Nymph. “Considering that everything seems to be running smoothly, there are no enemies around as Humans still have no idea how to get in here, and the ancient Dwarves are clearly not going to make a comeback, I think it’s obvious what should happen next.”

Ianthe searches my eyes for a few seconds, and it seems like she comes to a conclusion, showing a gloomy smile as the other ladies look up to her for a decision regarding their foreseeable future. They too seem to find an answer in her expression, turning resigned as they form groups and rub each other’s arms.

Extending a hand towards the leader, I smile kindly. “Anyone interested in getting out of this gloomy hole to live a life in a fancy mansion with an extensive buffet of male essence every other day?”

They all blink at me in confusion, including my recent intimate friend. Sirgia snickers endearingly behind me, a wide grin adorning her petite lips.

We can’t very well leave these ladies to rot in here during an eternal sleep between rare cases of waking up to deal with a roach or two, can we?