"How are your living conditions here?" a loud voice echoed, jolting the wolf pups from their slumber. They scrambled up on unsteady legs.
The adult lightning wolves were already advancing toward their new den, ears perked and eyes narrowed as they sought out whoever had dared to disturb their rest.
"You. The beta," Lyssandra addressed the wolf who had previously challenged her within the cave. "What is your name?"
"Monsters do not have names," it grumbled in response.
"I will call you Bram from now on then," she declared, her hand reaching out to ruffle the fur on top of his head.
Bram endured the head-patting, ears flattening briefly in annoyance.
"Tell the pack to follow me," Lyssandra commanded before walking away, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step.
Bram let out an irritated huff, but he didn't voice his displeasure. Instead, he quickly brushed the fur back into place with his paw before letting out a sharp howl signaled for all the lightning wolves to fall in behind.
After a brief walk, Lyssandra led them to a cleared space where several rows of wooden boxes stood neatly arranged.
"This will be your housing from now on," she declared, spreading her arms wide, her expression radiating satisfaction.
Bram remained expressionless.
"Come, I will give you a tour," she said, already moving forward.
"What is a tour? Also, master, can I mate with you again?" Sparky chimed in, his snout persistently nuzzling against her leg.
"Not now, you insatiable beast. You will be called when I need you," Lyssandra replied, using her leg to push him away. She spoke with a mix of fondness and irritation.
Sparky's ears drooped, though he remained at her side, following closely behind.
She guided the pack to stand before the houses. Lyssandra squatted down, peering into one of the wooden boxes. "Each of these can comfortably house up to three wolves. Spacious enough for two adults and a pup."
She straightened up, surveying the rows of structures. "And if you prefer solitude, there are still many empty options. Feel free to choose one."
One wolf pup tentatively crept into a house, then dashed out almost immediately. Perhaps the darkness frightened it. It darted in and out, in and out again. The excitement proved contagious as more pups began following suit.
The adult wolves cast a brief glance at their new Alpha. She gave a subtle nod, confirming the arrangement, before they moved forward to settle into their designated boxes. In total, there were more than thirty lightning wolves.
"All pregnant?" Lyssandra observed, noting how swollen the bellies of the females were. She turned to Bram with a question. "Were they all bred by the alpha?"
"Yes," Bram answered, his eyes flickering with something hard to define - was it respect, resentment, or both? "They were all his mates."
"Ah, so he was strong both in battle and in bed," Lyssandra mused with a smirk. "Do you have a mate, Bram?"
"I do," he replied, turning his gaze toward a female wolf who was slowly making her way into one of the houses. Several pups trailed behind her.
"Since all the females were the alpha's… that means…" Lyssandra dragged out the last word, clearly letting the implication sink in.
"It's what you're thinking, but it's acceptable now," Bram said, his breathing growing slightly faster as he continued. "They all belong to you now. You're our alpha after you killed the last one."
"Interesting," Lyssandra murmured, watching the way Bram looked at his mate. There was affection there, no question, but something more complex layered beneath it.
"Since your species is carnivorous, you won't touch any of the vegetables in camp?" she questioned.
"Actually, we can eat vegetables, though not as much as meat. Food sources have been declining for quite some time now," Bram explained, his tail swishing once in emphasis. "I hope you can provide adequate nutrition for us. Of course, we'll contribute our hunting efforts."
"Exactly what I wanted to hear!" Lyssandra exclaimed gleefully, reaching out once more to ruffle Bram's head.
"Can you stop doing that?" he grumbled.
"Never!" Lyssandra retorted with a grin.
"….. Fine." Bram surrendered after a moment of futile resistance, simply fixing his disheveled fur once she finished.
"From now on, all of your male wolves including yourself will hunt with the hobgoblins," Lyssandra instructed. "One wolf with two hobgoblins per team. I counted you have seven males, which makes seven teams in total."
She turned to Sparky, who was still staring intently at her ass with barely concealed desire.
"Call Luna," she commanded firmly.
Sparky snapped out of his lustful stupor, quickly swallowing back the drool that had begun to form, before darting off to fulfill his mission.
After a while, he returned with Luna in tow - his pet superior.
"You called for me, master?" the slime asked with a bright smile as she leaned in to wrap her arms around her master's.
"Lead these lightning wolves and assign them to teams. I already briefed him on the basics, you can get filled in the rest on the way there," Lyssandra instructed, giving Luna's head an affectionate pat before gently pushing her away.
After they all walked away, Lyssandra turned toward the slime containment area.
"Finished with the wolves. Now for the slimes, hoping they're still as well-behaved as last time," she muttered.
The dungeon master arrived at the location, which had been rebuilt according to her specifications: a big pool of water enclosed by wooden walls. The water source came from the underground stream the water slimes had tapped into and diverted to fill the pool. It was deep enough to reach her waist and spacious enough to house all the slimes in camp.
Inside, the water slimes floated lazily on the surface, their translucent bodies undulating gently with the subtle currents.
"You guys miss me?" Lyssandra called out while wading into the pool, the cool water sending shivers across her skin.
As if they'd been waiting an eternity, all six water slimes immediately rushed toward her, their gelatinous bodies pressing against her skin in a display of pure adoration. They rubbed and nuzzled against her, the sensation both alien and surprisingly comforting.
"It seems you guys still like me a lot," she giggled, reaching out to pat one of them gently. But then her expression shifted to confusion. "Wait, there's only six. Where's the last one?"
She scanned the water's surface with narrowed eyes, searching for the missing monster.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from beneath the water behind her, a seventh water slime that had remained hidden shot out numerous tendrils that wrapped around her limbs, neck, and belly. The grip wasn't strong or violent, but gentle and cool to the touch. Those tentacles hoisted her up into mid-air, leaving her suspended above the water and her body completely exposed.
"What are you doing?!" Lyssandra exclaimed, caught completely off-guard when her system analyzed the slime's strange core and internal pressure patterns.
[Ice Slime]
Appearance:
An Ice Slime appears as a semi-transparent, gelatinous being composed of frozen water. Its body possesses a glassy, crystalline texture resembles cracked ice or thick, opalescent blue-white jelly.
Skills and Abilities:
- Icicle Shot: Fires sharp icicles from its body as ranged attacks
- Frozen Domain: Creates a chilled area that boosts its stats while weakening enemies
- Cold Flow (Passive): Gains enhanced mobility by sliding smoothly over ice and frozen surfaces
"An evolved slime!" Lyssandra observed, taking in the deep blue gelatinous form shimmering with an almost ethereal quality. White mist clung to it in delicate wisps.
"Can you put me down now?" she asked.
The slime wiggled its mass in what could only be interpreted as a refusal, maintaining its gentle grip on her suspended body.
The slime extended three additional crystalline tentacles from its translucent form. They crept up along the captive's body, wrapping around each of her massive breasts, the cold sensation sending a shiver through her. The third and longest tendril began stroking along her crotch area.
"Oh~ I like where this is going…" Lyssandra purred, her face flushing with arousal and her pupils dilated with desire.