Chapter 446: Time to Take the Dungeon

"Damn it, damn it!"

Astaroth hurled a glass at the floor, venting her rage. Broken objects already littered the area around her, and she was taking out her anger by smashing anything she could get her hands on.

"Those rotten Legion of Pride bastards!"

Since she couldn't smash the enemy directly, she'd smash things instead. Astaroth ground the shattered glass bottle beneath her heel, crushing it into tiny fragments.

Even that wasn't enough to cool her fury, so she used magic to pulverize the glass shards even further. After her violent outburst, she surveyed every sector of the dungeon, gnawing at her fingernails.

"No. I have to rescue Asmodeus, and fast..."

Her heart screamed to charge straight into enemy lines, but the Holy Sword's Hero still weighed on her mind. She couldn't fathom why the demons were using the Holy Sword's wielder, but after suffering devastating losses to that hero, she needed a countermeasure.

"This is the absolute worst... The messenger I sent to the alliance won't arrive for ages, and on top of that, why are those human scum crossing the forest and heading toward our dungeon?"

Muttering to herself, Astaroth tore at her hair.

The Elven Forest, which had served as a physical barrier concealing her dungeon, could no longer function as a shield. She'd captured all the elves living in the forest, cut off their ears, and turned them into sex slaves, so it wasn't exactly surprising that humans were now coming and going through the Elven Forest freely.

"Wrath and Pride are teaming up to screw me over... These sons of bitches."

On the surface, the Legion of Wrath. Underground in the dungeon, the Legion of Pride.

The two forces had even shared some of their troops, mounting a cowardly two-pronged diversionary assault to squeeze the Lust Legion from both sides.

The Legion of Wrath stationed on the surface only lurked near the dungeon entrance without posing a direct threat, but having forty elves burning with a thirst for revenge was an enormous danger.

"Time, if I just had a little more time...!"

The moment the portal's direction changed and became bidirectional, Astaroth planned to personally lead a massive incubus force and storm the enemy's stronghold.

"Is Asmodeus okay...?"

EEEEEEEEK!!!

Astaroth jolted at the shriek that echoed throughout the entire cave.

The scream came from her own chamber, and the only being capable of letting out such a scream was the Demon King's daughter and living seal, Asmodine. Astaroth threw open the door and rushed inside.

"What the hell?!"

Splurt.

Nectar was gushing out from between the chastity belt tightly wrapped in wooden stems. Asmodine was spurting secretions from below like a broken faucet. Astaroth ended up drenched from head to toe in Asmodine's flood, looking like an adventurer pickled in slime.

"...It's honey."

Astaroth licked the secretion trickling down her cheek with her tongue, and the overwhelming sweetness sent a jolt through her entire body.

It was a wholesome, sweet flavor that put any snack from the demonic realm or even the finest human delicacies to shame.

Splurt, glug, glug, sploosh.

"..."

Asmodine couldn't even form words, just spraying secretions nonstop. After staring down at Asmodine for a good long while, Astaroth clapped her hands and approached her.

"...Might as well lick up the honey, I guess?"

Astaroth licked Asmodine's thighs and the wooden stems with her tongue, endlessly waiting for time to pass.

***

Everyone's fetishes are fundamentally different, and depending on the case, some fetishes enjoy universal support while others don't.

Armpits are one such example.

Armpits are so niche it's hard to even call them "somewhat" mainstream. When they're cleanly shaved and spotless, the visual alone makes a dick spring to attention, but if there's a jungle growing there, the urge to bulldoze it or get it out of sight entirely takes over.

But what about a case like this?

What are you supposed to do when the other person's armpits are their erogenous zone, and you want to sexually stimulate them?

I looked at Asmodeus's armpits and began disabling my rational preconditions one by one.

First: are they neatly groomed?

Obviously a yes. Elves are a species that don't grow hair anywhere besides the scalp and eyebrows. Ancient elves might have been different, but modern elves born from the divine tree all have a complete absence of body hair.

Second: is there any grime buildup or a strong stench?

Both were a no. Far from grime, it was just a seamless continuation of white skin, and far from a stench, there was actually a rich fruity fragrance unique to elves.

If I had to compare, it was similar to the scent I picked up when licking Lune or Luna's asses. It was the fresh aroma of unripe fruit, nothing revolting about it.

And third: is the reaction dramatic when you touch the armpits?

This was a resounding yes. What are you supposed to do when licking armpits with your tongue produces a more intense reaction than tapping the cervix with your glans? Asmodeus had already lost any rational capacity for speech, and her body trembled violently as if an earthquake were hitting.

"Can't hold back on this one."

Softer and more supple than lips, smoother than the folds down below, the creases of her armpits were impossibly tender. The sensitivity concentrated there surpassed any other part of her body; just pressing your tongue against them was enough to send her over the edge.

"It's not like there's a pussy in your armpits... ngh."

The urge to come was slowly building. Even while knocked out cold, Asmodeus instinctively clenched around my dick from nothing but reflex and stimulation.

Every time my tongue probed deep into her armpit, it felt like my dick was being squeezed in a vise, nearly sending my soul flying out of my body.

"First load goes in the womb! Hraaaagh."

Splurt, spurt. Squish.

The cum surging up through my urethra filled Asmodeus's insides completely. Since her cervix remained closed, the semen filling the internal space began slowly pushing my dick back out.

"Ugh, look at how sticky that is."

A thick, white mixture of pre-cum, arousal fluid, and semen clung to the glans. I wiped it off on Asmodeus's thigh.

"Nothing beats breeding an elf."

I gently stroked Asmodeus's lower abdomen. The seed planted inside her would take root and be reborn as a new species.

Genetically speaking, the offspring would be born with a probability of 1/2 orc, 1/4 succubus, and 1/4 elf. A distinct species carrying traits from different races could emerge, or perhaps a hybrid blending all of them together.

I opened the Family Tree, riding high on excitement.

"Ha, life."

Asmodeus had regained consciousness. She glanced down past her chest, then tilted her head back with a sigh.

"I want to go back under."

"Heh heh, no chance. Why do you want to go back?"

"...Look, Legion Commander. Don't you think you're going way too far? I told you to stop how many times now. I may have surrendered, but you should at least treat me with basic decency. I was the master of the 32nd-ranked dungeon, you know!"

"Blame your armpits for having labia in them, not me."

Asmodeus bit her lip with a look of barely contained outrage. I yanked the swaying chain above my head to keep her arms raised overhead.

"Hic?!"

Asmodeus's arms snapped straight. As a result, her armpits stretched taut. I rose to my feet and placed the tip of my glans right in front of her armpit.

"If you truly wish to join our legion, then obey. Kiss my glans with that armpit pussy of yours, your most sensitive spot."

"...How are you not the Lust Legion Commander?"

"A foolish question. It's because I'm the incarnation of wrath, not lust."

Ah, I was getting furious that Asmodeus wasn't hurrying up and giving my glans a kiss of loyalty.

"Offer the most precious and intimate part of yourself to the symbol of this legion."

"Haaah... seriously. I just can't anymore..."

Asmodeus rolled her eyes side to side, then squeezed them shut.

"..."

Squish. Asmodeus pledged her loyalty to my dick with her armpit.

***

Half a day had passed.

Sucked and bitten until her armpits swelled red, Asmodeus had completely passed out.

Whenever she peaked and went limp, I'd rub my glans against her armpit to force her awake, but even that was repeated so many times that she was too exhausted and collapsed, beyond waking.

The layout of the enemy stronghold. The composition of enemy forces. The weaknesses of their officers. Astaroth's combat tendencies. Having extracted every piece of information about the Lust Legion from Asmodeus, I called my subordinates and laid out my plan.

"We hand Astaroth over to the humans. In exchange, we secure the Seal of Lust, Asmodine, at all costs."

A Seizure Battle is a fight that only ends when the dungeon master dies. There are a few ways to forcibly end one; one of them is dragging the dungeon master out of their own dungeon.

"The Leo Marquisate needs something to show for their efforts, too. If they capture the master of the 29th-ranked dungeon, even the Marquis will have something to boast about."

"Master, what will you do about the elves?"

"We'll rescue as many elves as possible. But the ones we can't save, there's nothing we can do. We'll have to leave them in the humans' hands."

Even in the miraculous event that we rescued every last elf, I had prepared several contingency plans. To ensure that the Marquisate and our forces didn't turn on each other after defeating our common enemy, it was critical to divvy up the post-victory spoils fairly.

"We can hand over Astaroth. We can hand over some of the elves. But the seal is non-negotiable."

If the seal fell into human hands, everything would be for nothing. That was why I centered every aspect of the operation on securing Asmodine.

"The enemy's layout is straightforward. The first floor, connected to the surface through the cave entrance. Basement 1, where Astaroth's hidden chamber is. And Basement 2, where we've been going back and forth. The dungeon consists of three floors in total."

This was piping-hot intel I'd pounded out of Asmodeus's cervix with great diligence.

Astaroth had relocated her summoning facility to the dungeon's core, creating a structure designed to deal with attacks from both the surface and underground by defeating each force individually.

"The incubi we fought represent roughly forty percent of the enemy's total strength. The first floor has another forty percent stationed to deal with adventurers, and the remaining twenty percent, Astaroth's elite magical beasts, are on Basement 1 where she's holed up. Apparently their average level is well over 70."

"That's incredibly strong. The 29th-ranked dungeon, after all..."

"Indeed. But we have a cheat code."

The Holy Sword's Hero. And subordinates enhanced by demonic essence.

"Meri, Lime, Lune, Halphas. These four will clear their respective sectors. We'll rescue the elves and open the sealed gate to advance into enemy territory."

It was already proven that divine power was a tremendous asset in dungeon assaults. And Meri wasn't the only one who could wield divine power.

"The moment the portal opens in both directions, we advance. Is everyone ready?"

"""Yes!!!"""

A thunderous chorus filled the dungeon. I prayed fervently to both the Goddess and the Demon King that none of my subordinates would be hurt and that every one of them would return alive.

"Let's move. Let's show them the full might of our legion."

I rubbed my glans against Asmodeus's armpit and finished my battle preparations.

***

Thump. Thump.

Orias couldn't contain the system-enhanced power surging through him.

"Heh heh heh, to think they'd dare try to beat us..."

Orias, an incubus, found his voice had grown somewhat more feminine. Once a male-type incubus, he had achieved tremendous growth through synthesis with his younger sister, a succubus.

Every last succubus, fed into synthesis.

As punishment for letting Asmodeus be taken, all succubi were turned into experience points for the other monsters within the Lust Legion.

Orias's sister was no exception, and Orias had volunteered to be synthesized with her himself.

"The Legion of Pride... I will never forgive them."

Having become one body forever with his sister, and the succubus whose identity had consumed hers, Orias finished his preparations to advance.

Focalor and Caim had also agreed to respond swiftly to the situation the moment the portal became bidirectional.

They especially couldn't keep getting blindsided by the enemy's genital shield and pussy beam. No matter what form the enemy appeared in, they would counter with everything they had.

Whirrrr.

The portal began to shimmer. From the now-bidirectional portal, a single figure emerged.

"...You've got to be kidding me."

The orc, presumed to be the enemy commander, revealed himself once again. And he hadn't just shown up empty-handed; he was standing atop a slime tank, openly fucking a woman in the nude.

"These goddamn bastards! You mock us?!"

The incubi scattered in all directions. Spreading out to avoid a linear barrage, they gave everything they had to slash the orc's throat.

"Boring."

The orc twisted the corner of his mouth, slapped the bare-skinned woman's ass right in front of him, and murmured under his breath.

"So you came out to greet your own deaths. Heh heh, die well."

The orc roughly seized the woman's breasts. At that, a familiar silver glow began gathering at her chest.

"Levis Spear."

Whoooosh!!

A sharp, gleaming lance forged from divine power fired from the chest of the naked woman, Levis.