Lenn stepped forward, “We will fight by your side!”

  “No, my little ones, I want you safe until we are stronger.”

  Lenn stared with the strength of a giant, “No Mistress, your people will not abandon your side.”

  Lyndra had no time to argue but a piece of her digital soul surged with pride, “Send the mothers and children through the tunnel. The rest of you, form a diversion while Mistress saves all of us.”

  The kobold’s eyes returned to normal. Lenn began barking orders as the elementals carved out a tunnel. The mothers and children scurried through. Once they were all finished entering the tunnel, the second elemental sealed it shut.

  The kobolds moved to the entrance and spilled into the hall. Spears and lizard snouts pointed forward, they watched silently as figures moved toward them, emerging from the shadows.

  A fighter stared forward, shiny dots hovering close to ground level. Squinting, he tried to get a better look when something clanged against his armor. The two fighters in the front brought up their armored arms to block the barrage of spears flying at them. Clerics cast bless on the group and auras appeared. Mages prepared spells as the fighters rushed forward to take on the monsters in the shadows.

  The dim torch light wavered as bodies moved to engage. A cool wind filled the large corridor and inky darkness snuffed out the light. Fighters skidded to a halt, stabbing out blades into the darkness. Magical energy flared as the mage’s hands glowed with light. The clerics lifted their hands and cast glowing orbs into the air. The darkness pulled back just enough for several corpses to shamble from behind. The clerics whipped out their maces just as the dead charged. Mages turned to see the clerics in melee with the dead, lifting their hands, ready to unleash their magical fury.

  The fighters turned about in the darkness when it began to bleed away. A figure stood among them, hood up and shadows covering their face. The sudden realization someone was among them stunned the fighters. The figure lifted up alabaster hands, crackling with energy.

  “You dare enter my home,” Lyndra said with a seductive whisper before unleashing lightning bolts.

  The fighters grunted and cried out as lightning slammed into their bodies. Lyndra became the eye of the storm as she twirled around, smiling evilly and firing lightning bolts at point blank range. One fighter shattered into light, followed by another. A fighter brought his sword down on Lyndra’s back and the lightning storm stuttered to a halt. Pain welled up as Lyndra grunted.

  You have taken 55 damage!

  Lyndra Spire

  Dungeon Core

  Hit Points: 9,945/10,000

  Elemental Sphere: 401/750

  Necromancy Sphere: 200/250

  Alteration Sphere: 99/150

  Lyndra’s eyes widened as she felt her core in the Heart room take damage. Any damage she took here would mean her core would take it. Lyndra hissed her contempt as she whirled around and blasted lightning from both hands at the fighter that struck her. The man cried out before he was shattered to glowing dust.

  Two fighters tried to hack at her prone body when Lyndra blinked away. The fighters glanced around for any movement while their compatriots fought off the dead to the rear. A torch flared to life, brighter and brighter. The stone shifted into Lyndra’s face. Gray eyelids slid back and the fighters turned their attention to her. The core let out a mad laugh as the torch behind the fighters flared into two writhing tentacles made of fire.

  The fighters brought their swords up as Lyndra laughed at them. The fiery tentacles lashed around their necks, burning away the metal and digital flesh underneath. They screamed in horror before their bodies cracked and they shattered into shards of light.

  ***

  Deeken stepped from the room and walked down a corridor with a spring in his step. He reached the Heart chamber and knocked at the door. There was no answer. He took hold of the handle and tried to open it but the door was firmly locked into place.

  “We must do this the hard way,” Deeken sighed as he began an incantation.

  Red energy whirled around his dark hands for a long moment before he pressed them to the cool metal and said the trigger word. Energy surged and blasted the iron door with such force, it cracked. Deeken’s shoulders sunk as he called on his power once again. The energy surged and the door was blown off its hinges.

  “That’s more like it,” the dark elf said as he stepped into the Heart chamber.

  ***

  The mages unleashed their spells in nearly every direction. The corridor was alive with magical energies as the clerics smashed the last corpse to shattered light. They turned to assist the mages when stone curled up and grabbed their feet. Unable to move, fear bled into their faces as arcane circles appeared around them. Their fellow party members rose from the stone floor, dead hollow eye staring at them. When they fully rose, they lifted their blades.

  The clerics cried out as they blocked some of the incoming blades with their maces, but other blades sank into their unguarded stomachs. Swords punctured armor and penetrated deep into their bodies. Each cleric spit up blood as they tried to fight on. A magical bolt slammed into a corpse and sent it flying. The mages tried to save their fellow party members, but it was too late.

  The remaining four fighters stabbed again and again, shattering the clerics to shards of light before they turned on the remaining mages. The two mages stood side by side, calling on their powerful spells until they each made a painful gasp. Kobold spears stabbed into to their backs, disrupting their spells and causing them to fizzle. The dead charged and before the mages could recover, swords hacked at their unarmored bodies. Kobolds launched into the air and stabbed over and over again at the mages.

  The mages grunted and shouted until they were silenced, bodies shattering to a greenish light. Lyndra told herself to thank her dwellers when this was all over. Slipping away, she appeared in the Heart chamber just as Deeken was reaching for her core. The air shifted as a body formed, lighting leaking from open hands.

  Deeken turned his head to the dungeon core, “All I have to do is say the trigger word and your core will take a considerable amount of damage.”

  Lyndra’s lips twisted into a mad smile, “I doubt you could do enough damage to kill me.”

  The dark elf nodded slightly, “You are right, but it should be enough for me to daze you long enough to cast the binding spell.”

  Lyndra eyed him, “Why all this trouble? Why steal when we could have built an empire together?”

  Deeken’s fingers touched the glowing crystal, “My people need a home. With you under my control, we would build such a dungeon that my people would never fear anyone again. Do you know how prized a being such as yourself is?”

  Lyndra watched with her dungeon sight as elementals broke the holy chains holding Sekka. Kobolds moved to the corridor outside the Heart chamber, ready for their Mistress’ commands. An earth elemental moved deep underground to Lyndra’s whispered commands. An air elemental remained invisible as it formed.

  “I am pretty special,” Lyndra leered.

  Deeken lifted the dungeon crystal from its pedestal, “Yes, you will be molded to what I desire and Lukken will fear my people once again.”

  Lyndra’s stance relaxed and she began to laugh. Deeken’s eyes took on a hint of confusion as Lyndra leaned back against a wall, shoulders trembling as she laughed. The laughter died down and Lyndra gave the dark elf a relaxed gaze.

  “I like your ambition,” Lyndra said with a sardonic tone.

  Deeken grinned, “You will be my dungeon core and lover until I…” The dark elf was cut off as the ground opened up.

  Red eyes widened as his body fell halfway into the floor, stone clamping on his waist and holding him. The dark elf whispered the trigger word but gasped half way through as the very air was pulled from his lungs. Deeken gasped as the spell fizzled. Sekka stepped through the main doorway was Lyndra walked to the trapped dark elf. With a gentle gaze, she plucked the core from his hands and placed it back on its pedestal.

  “Survival of the strongest,” Lyndra said in a seductive tone.

  Fear filled the dark elf’s red eyes, “I was never going to hurt you. I…”

  Sekka stepped closer, “Shall I open his throat, Mistress?”

  Lyndra eyed the dark elf, “I have other plans for this handsome dark elf.

  ***

  Deeken cleared his throat just as he activated the Word Flight spell.

  “The quest is completed. Come to the dungeon I spoke of. We can begin our home here,” Deeken said simply.

  The air filled with a sudden swell of energy before it dissipated. Lyndra and Sekka stood; the succubus had a collar and chains in her hands. Deeken let out a sigh as Sekka moved to him and clamped the collar to his neck.

  “They will be here in a day,” Deeken said, defeated.

  Lyndra stepped closer, finger touching his slender chin, “Good. Once they are here, they will become part of my dungeon.”

  Deeken shook his head, “They will never follow you…not completely.”

  Lyndra tut-tutted, “If they wish to survive, they will follow me without question.”

  The dark elf gazed into Lyndra’s purple eyes, “What will you do with me now?”

  The dungeon core grinned, “Why, put you to work of course. Your spells and knowledge will be useful.”

  “Even though I tried to steal you away?”

  Lyndra looked away with a whimsical flare, “I must admit, I liked the foreplay, but I have much bigger plans.”

  The dungeon core sighed, “Did you really think your plan would work?”

  Deeken nodded weakly, “I thought the adventurers I paid for were stronger. If I had had another moment, you would have been mine.”

  Lyndra eyed his concerned gaze, “You never had me, but now I have you, forever and ever.”

  Lyndra turned and began walking away. Sekka pulled a whip from her hip and unfurled it. Deeken lowered his head, shadows covering his eyes as the succubus lifted her hand and cracked the whip.

  The dungeon core walked into the corridor, the door closing behind her as a faint screaming filled the room behind her. Walking on, her mind began to work on preparations for her new dwellers on their way. She would have such power to show them.

  Eight

  Lyndra’s mind wandered as waves of bliss soothed her digital nerves. Sitting in a high-backed velvet cushioned chair, she mused on recent events. Robe open and thighs spread, the gentle sound of licking filled the warm room. Lyndra closed her eyes as another surge of bliss thrilled her. Deeken was on his knees, face buried between his Mistress’ thighs and suckling at her wet valley. Lips caressed her clit while his tongue ran along her sensual pink folds, chains and a collar clamped to his naked body and anchored to the floor. It had been several hours, but Lyndra wasn’t finished with her pleasure session. The dark elf continued his masterful work, easing her burdens with a flick of his tongue.

  Lyndra nestled back, thinking to when the dark elves arrived. Once they were trapped in her dungeon, they didn’t fight. A quick display of power showed that they were no match for her and they fell to their knees. Despite Deeken’s treachery, the rest of his group only sought a shelter from the outside world, something Lyndra was more than happy to provide. The cavern she had carved out soon filled with their stone homes. They shared their knowledge and Sekka set about recording it by writing it down for Lyndra’s private library. The succubus was overjoyed and began furthering her abilities as she practiced their spells and rituals for the greater glory of her Mistress.

  Lyndra cooed her delight as another orgasm bloomed. The dark elves were not only magic users, but craftsman, artists, and tailors. Spider silk was farmed from their pet giant spiders and soon Lyndra’s bed chambers became a haven of beauty, in the heart of her dungeon.

  With time, adventurers did appear, ready to hunt for treasure, but the dark elves and kobolds made short work of them. The treasure rooms began to fill and Lyndra’s power had begun to spread. Old memories floated in on clouds of bliss, but the dungeon core shooed them away. This was her life now. If her former self came to her dungeon, it would be an interesting experience, but nothing more.

  Deeken’s sore tongue continued to please his mistress. Wetness bloomed as a low moan fell from Lyndra’s lips. A dark threat loomed in her mind, knowing stronger adventures would continue to invade her dungeon. Opening her eyes and looking down at the tired dark elf pleasuring her, she ran her fingers through his white hair. She would take care of all of her children. Once fear took root across Lukken, that would be the time when Lyndra sent out her armies. The game put her in this prison against her will, but with the growing power she continued to gain, she would show the digital world what it meant to truly have power over another.

  Deeken whimpered between sensual thighs.

  Lyndra patted his head, “Maybe in another hour or two I will let you rest.”

  The beautiful dungeon core settled once again in her chair, dark designs filling her mind and ecstasy filling her dark heart.

  Sometime later…

  Time flowed like a river. Weeks turned to months and soon, Lyndra found herself in bed with several exhausted male dark elves. The dungeon core eyed them with an amused smirk, drinking in their scents and enjoying the warmth of their bodies. The digital world had become so alive and the distinction between her old life and this one blurred together so well, there were no longer any lines to tell the difference.

  The door to her bedchamber opened and a scantily clad succubus stepped in. Sekka eyed her Mistress and her Mistress beckoned her closer. In an instant, dark elves moved aside to allow the beautiful succubus to slide into bed and nestle next to her Mistress. Sekka hugged Lyndra around the waist, pressing her horned head to the dungeon core’s shoulder.

  “How are our new friends in Elora?”

  Sekka’s eyes took on a faraway gaze before her lips parted. “They are well. I believe they have accepted your gifts and heeded your warnings,” the succubus sighed.

  “Is anything the matter,” Lyndra whispered.

  “Nothing your touch cannot heal,” Sekka said with a wicked smirk.

  Lyndra held the demoness close, basking in her warmth. Familiar urges welled up between them. The core wanted nothing more than to see her loyal servant happy. Sekka gazed into Lyndra’s eyes. The two moved closer, lips inches away from each other when energy sparked.

  Lyndra’s eyes widened as power surged into her core, the very dungeon vibrating. The dark elves on her bed were up, red eyes glancing around as the very stone around them began to vibrate uncontrollably. Sekka took hold of her Mistress as the image of the dungeon core writhed and shuddered. Power surged into power and Lyndra could barely contain it. A scream pierced the air before the vibrations slowed and eventually stopped.

  Lyndra gasped as she clutched to the succubus.

  “What happened,” Sekka asked with wide eyes.

  Lyndra didn’t answer as she sat up. A thick robe appeared over her body as she slid out of bed. Eyes searching, she spread out her senses to find the source of the disturbance. Senses touching a ruined chamber, the Dungeon Mistress felt power leaking in from above, sizzling against her power. Examining the damage, she felt something powerful had crashed into the ground above her extended dungeon. It continued to glow, pulses of light burning at the veins of power touching every room and corridor of her underground world.

  The dungeon mistress refocused her attention to the succubus, “Sekka, something powerful destroyed one of the large rooms. I can sense it above ground, but I cannot see it for what it is. Take several dark elves and kobolds to investigate.”

  Sekka was to her feet. With a nod, she turned and marched out of the bedchamber, the dark elves following.

  The succubus moved with purpose along one of the larger corridors. Dark elves emerged from side rooms, leather armor adorning their bodies while curved blades were sheathed at their belts. No words were spoken as they followed the succubus. Soon, kobolds marched out to her sides, mixing with the dark elves, small blades at their reptilian hips.

  Lyndra waited, her senses trying to understand the power leaking into her dungeon. It was nothing she had ever felt before and it caused concern to paint her brow. Was it some kind of attack on her dungeon? Had she been found out and powerful players had come to destroy her once and for all? The power was so big and alien, she wasn’t sure what to think.

  Calling on her alteration, she reached out and tapped at Sekka’s mind. With open arms, the succubus allowed her Mistress to enter and see what she was seeing. Lyndra watched as her dwellers marched alongside the succubus as they left the dungeon entrance and emerged in the world above.

  Night had blanketed the lands, stars shining in the distance. A small glow was evident in the distance beyond the trees. Sekka looked on as she marched, small fires rising up among the trees, deep within the nearby forest. Not wanting the fires to spread, the small force broke into a run, entering the forest and following the flickering light.

  Lyndra watched as her loyal servant made her way through the dark forest and the small fires in the distance. Quiet spread through the area, as if the shock of something silenced the entire world. Sekka pushed on until her eyes caught something amiss.

  Trees lay, broken or destroyed. Small fires ate away at the dying trees. Dark elves and kobolds encircled the succubus to protect her, moving as one as they approached. The scent of burning wood touched everything and Sekka’s nose wrinkled. Smoke rose up like gray worms as it was harder to walk. Broken trees littered the ground and the small force began climbing over sections.

  Lyndra watched as they emerged into a vast clearing filled with small fires and a destroyed area of forest. Where Sekka and her dwellers climbed, Lyndra could feel they were right above the portion of her dungeon which caved in. The alien power was still there, pulsating like a living thing amid the destruction.

  Sekka clawed her way over large shards of thick trees when she reached the edge of a crater. Peering down, her eyes narrowed at what she saw. A troll woman lay, eyes closed and white armor covering parts of her body. Long black hair was laid out around her with a pink lock running from her temple. Sekka noticed the troll had the familiar features of her race but her ears were a little less pointed and her skin, a lighter shade of blue.

 

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