The final moments were a crescendo of raw, brutal sensation. The pace of the hobgoblins became frantic, their deep grunts turning into guttural roars as their massive balls drew up tight against their bodies.
"Nnnngh! Yeah!" a hobgoblin bellowed, slamming into his captive with one last, powerful thrust.
He erupted, flooding the bandit's colon with a huge, hot load of thick, white cum. The bandit, who had been choking on a goblin's cock, let out a strangled cry around it when the heat filled him.
His eyes went wide, his body going rigid for a moment before slumping in the pillory, going limp as the overload of sensation sent him into a blessed unconsciousness.
Another bandit was broken. The constant, punishing rhythm, combined with the rough hand on his cock, had finally overwhelmed his senses.
"F-fuck… I'm… I'm gonna…" he gasped, his voice a strained whisper.
He let out a hoarse scream, his own orgasm tore through him, his cock pulsing in the hobgoblin's grip, spilling his seed onto the stone floor.
A third man simply cried, tears and snot mingling on his face when the hobgoblin behind him finished, filling him with a seemingly endless amount of cum.
After the hobgoblin pulled out, a thick stream of the white seed spilled from the bandit's gaping ass, dripping down his legs and pooling on the floor.
Soon, the entire area was a mess of semen and sweat. The bandits who were still conscious were bloated, their bellies distended, filled by the massive loads they had been forced to take. They groaned, their bodies aching, their minds shattered by the experience.
[Criminal Hunter] title gained. Increases effectiveness against bandits and rogue-type enemies.
"Nice, keep them alive so you can use them again later." Lyssandra's voice was casual, as if she were commenting on the weather. With a flick of her wrist, she vanished from the cavern, reappearing instantly in the bedroom of her mansion.
She sat gracefully on the edge of her large, silk-sheeted bed, the system's blue interface already floating in front of her eyes. Her lips curved into a pleased smile when she read the data.
"It seems like killing is less effective than fucking them," she mused aloud. "Around… thirty percent more LP gained for me, and more mana for the dungeon. This is very useful."
She tapped against the glowing screen. "And I leveled up twice as well. The dungeon has enough mana that another floor can be expanded. Great!"
Her satisfaction was a warm glow in her chest. Leaning back against the plush pillows, she closed her eyes, her consciousness reaching out through the dungeon's magical conduits. Her mind's eye flew through the room and down into the fleshy, humid breeding room.
She could see the breeders, their bodies slick with sweat and seed, still being tirelessly worked by the tentacled thrones. Their expressions were a blank canvas of pleasure and exhaustion. Lyssandra focused, opening herself up to the symbiotic link she shared with the room.
'I was only able to feel the inside of one breeder before, but now… 'Ah~~.~~' she gasped, feeling a tidal wave of sensation crashed over.
It was overwhelming. She could feel every single one of them, all five at once. The slick heat, the tight clench, the rhythmic pulsing of the tentacles inside them.
'Still too much, crank it down,' she thought quickly, mentally pulling back on the connection until she could comfortably process the input from three of them simultaneously. 'So the maximum for now is three.'
A blissful sigh escaped Lyssandra's lips as she allowed the incredible sensation to wash over her. It was beyond description. The constant, multi-layered pleasure of penetrating all three of the breeders at once.
Her own cock throbbed between her legs, a steady drip of clear, warm precum running from the tip and pooling on the sheets beneath. Her womb felt heavy and full, a constant, pleasurable ache deep inside that was just another layer to the symphony of sensation.
'Anyway, continue with my leveling up,' she thought, her eyes still closed.
Waving a hand at the far wall of the bedroom. The fleshy, living wall of her mansion rippled, and two indistinct humanoid shapes began to push their way out of the surface.
They emerged slowly, taking form from the amorphous flesh, developing curves and features that perfectly mirrored Lyssandra's own. Soon, two perfect copies of her stood silent and still, awaiting a command.
She focused, trying to split her consciousness and take control of both clones at once. The effect was immediate and disorienting. A dizzying wave of vertigo hit her. Her vision split into three, her own view from the bed, and two new views from the perspective of the clones. Her thoughts tangled, the simple act of 'blinking' happening three times at once in a confusing, overlapping pattern.
'I have to find a skill for this,' she concluded, pulling her mind back from the clones with a gasp. The single, unified view was a relief.
With that decided, she turned her full attention back to the system's interface. Her fingers danced across the holographic shop menu, scrolling through countless items, abilities, and descriptions.
After what felt like hours, her eyes landed on a particular entry. [Echo Marionette].
She read the description: A fractured cognition technique that allows the user to split their awareness into multiple autonomous bodies or clones, each operating with partial independence as if they were separate individuals. The original mind remains loosely connected, coordinating actions in parallel streams of thought while enduring increasing mental strain with each additional split.
Price: 2000 LP.
Cost: 20 MP/clone.
Her smile widening with each word. A fractured cognition technique. The ability to control replicas. It was exactly what she needed.
Her gaze dropped to the price. 2000 LP. She had more than enough now.
Without a second thought, she pressed the 'Purchase' icon. The number on her LP counter dropped, and the new skill icon appeared in her list.
The transition was seamless. There was no jarring lurch, no dizzying disconnect. One moment she was looking out from her main body on the bed, and the next she was seeing the room from the perspective of one clone, then the other, with flawless, instantaneous switching.
She raised a clone's hand, waving it in the air, and felt the smooth, effortless movement as if it were her own. The skill worked perfectly.
But the cost was immediate. In her main body, a profound heaviness settled behind her eyes. It wasn't pain, but a deep, oppressive strain, like trying to focus on three separate, complex problems at once.
'It doesn't matter,' she thought, dismissing the discomfort. 'With this… a lot of things can be done.'
Her gaze darted between her three forms, her original, and the two perfect copies standing patiently. A vulgar, imaginative light sparked in her blue eyes.
'…And a lot of naughty things can be done, too.' Her smile grew impossibly wide, the possibilities were intoxicating.
"But that could be left for later. Focus!" Lyssandra slapped her own cheeks lightly, the sharp sting grounding her.
The two clones dissolved back into the living walls of her room, their flesh merging seamlessly with the decors. She stood, a new energy coursing through her. The dungeon's expansion was complete, and it was time to reorganize.
"Since the dungeon has four floors now," she said aloud, her voice echoing in the quiet chamber, "I have to rearrange it."
Her fingers flew across the system's architectural interface.
"First floor: The entrance. A proper grand hall and a labyrinth of guard posts, patrolled by goblins and other monsters."
"Second floor: The barracks and warrens. Living quarters for the goblinoid troops and other monster breeding dens."
"Third floor: The infrastructure. The farms, the schools, the arenas… the specialized 'entertainment' and 'discipline' chambers. Fourth floor…"
She paused, a look of pure, possessive pride on her face.
"…is my sanctum. The living quarters for me, my children and my women. No one enters but them without my express permission."
With her new plan solidified in her mind, Lyssandra began the process of reorganization. The dungeon itself responded to her will. A low roar filled the air and the fleshy walls of her mansion began to shift. Down on the first floor, the entire encampment started to move.
All the monsters who were now accustomed to their mistress's strange magic, didn't even flinch as the ground beneath them became like soft mud. They sank slowly, their bodies disappearing into the floor as the entire level was transported downward.
Log houses, tents, and makeshift forges were wrapped in long, red tentacles that snaked out from the dungeon's ceiling, lifting and pulling the structures down into the earth with them. It was a bizarre, surreal procession, a whole building being swallowed and moved to a new location.
After a short while, the hum subsided. Everything was in position. The first floor was once again just a cavernous entry maze, clean and silent.
The third floor was now a bustling hub of activity. The goblins spilled out into their new quarters, the familiar sights of their village now rearranged into a more efficient grid of streets and work areas. The buildings were set, the fields were tilled, and the arena stood empty, waiting for its next event.
The fourth floor, her private sanctum, was sealed off, accessible only by her magic.
The dungeon was complete. Lyssandra smiled, the heavy feeling of control and accomplishment settling in her chest. Her realm was growing, and with it, her power.