Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

Chapter 231 50: The Dungeon Is Revived!

The room was a mess—thick stains of strange fluids and clothes littered the room, cosplay items, toys and whips. All manner of sexual deviation had taken place as the stench of thick intercourse filled the room.

Deva lay with her legs spread wide, oozing thick amounts of semen as they were tied to each side of the metal poles of the huge bed. Her eyes were blank as she could only tremble and convulse while spurting almost endless amounts of Raven's seed.

He didn't lie when he spoke about loving milf's. 

The man in question was sitting on the black sofa, still naked and half-erect, smoking the black cigarettes from the silver tin in Deva's bag. 

"Pheww.... This is pretty good for those with huge amounts of mana in their bodies, huh..." Raven sighed as he blew a thick cloud of the special devil's tobacco and looked at the beautiful woman who was still shaking her ass for more.

"Wait for me. I need to reply to my wives, or they will hunt me down." He joked as the yellow eyes of Deva looked at him as if begging.

lightsnοvεl I never expected their obscenity and tastes to be shared. Raven thought as he remembered how she suddenly changed after their first session. Instead, she began to actively ride him and beg for more... to be more rough and nasty to her.

"Let's see... Un... We know you are probably busy, so let us know when you are free. Love Emily... Such a caring wife. If she knew I was fucking the fat ass of a devil from Hell and had spent over ten hours filling her womb with my seed, would she be so understanding?"

There were limits when he slept with his beloved wives, something he placed on himself to never go too far in a way that might break them or damage their bodies. Thus, the dark and extremely perverted desires in his heart were always held back as if waiting for a target to unleash them.

And like a fly to a Venis fly trap, she flew right onto his cock, unaware the two were practically made for each other.

One the ruler of Hell and respected and feared by all, but seeks to be treated like a mere woman or even worse... And Raven, a loving orc who wants to destroy a woman with just his lower body truly.

"Haa..... Master.... More... I beg you..."

Flicking the cigarette into the glass ashtray, Raven stood up, his manhood ready for action as her yellow eyes shone with delight, seeing him approach her face and stuff himself inside her mouth without asking.

"Make me feel good."

Thus, once again, the lord of Hell was trapped in an intense time of pleasure, pain and satisfaction and began no longer thinking about the future or the world.

All that filled her mind was cock and how to please Raven.

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Nine hours later, they were no longer in the same room, but a new one in the opposite hotel meant for VIP clients, the Imperium on the top floor.

Deva was now wearing clothes but unable to hide all the dark bruises from their lovemaking as she still gave him fleeting glances of affection and lust even when they were about to discuss business related to the dungeons.

"Mast.... Raven, the reason I came to you is because of the phenomenon that happened the day you took my Eva's virginity..."

"Oh, that strange earthquake when I was doing her from behind?" 

"... Ahem! Yes... that act caused a change in the dungeon... The dungeon referred to as Hell, to be precise."

Raven leaned back and enjoyed the glass of red wine from the cabinet. It was a vintage from before his mother was born and tasted heavy and thick with strong hints of caramel and aged berries... He loved it!

  "Eh?"

But the words of her last sentence almost caused him to spit the whole mouthful out. It was that shocking. He had never heard that Hell was a dungeon and thought it was another plane or world since other races came from their worlds... It was always taught that way!

"Yes... Hell is a dungeon—originally, it was used by the powerful races of this world who ruled thousands of years ago to throw the races they deemed unagreeable because the dungeon was dead... without life after the great war..." Deva explained as her yellow eyes watched him closely, wanting to see his reactions.

"So, Hell is a dead dungeon... I remember the history books mentioning a world of eternal punishment and death... Was that Hell?" Raven asked Deva curiously.

"Yes... originally, Hell was used by the ancient races to torture and punish the races they deemed dangerous or evil... But during the war... the dungeon died... making the place a true Hell for those who lived there, no new monsters, plantlife died, even breathing the air is toxic for most races..."

"My family... my great-grandmother accepted to be sent there as our race isn't one normally seen as anything but evil due to the red skin, horns and our strange voices..." Deva said bitterly as she clenched her fist.

"We were blamed for everything... even though we weren't part of the war or the ones who killed the dungeon... Yet, Hell became our prison, and generations of our race have been living there, suffering from starvation, diseases and constant fighting among ourselves..." Deva trembled as she recounted the suffering of her people.

Raven frowned but didn't show any emotion or comfort her as he needed information from her.

"Then what does Hell have to do with that strange event, and why is the world suddenly changing?"

It was then that Deva looked at him with a mixture of sorrow and hope...

"When you and my daughter had sex... somehow the Dungeon chose you both... as its new masters."

"What does that mean?"

She smiled her face for the first time, neither a lustful slave nor a fierce mother but the woman Deva. 

"You gave life to our world again. Or rather... the child in Eva's stomach gave Hell a second chance—the fields and land are beginning to restore, monsters are returning, and plants are growing... Hell is coming back to life..." Deva teared up as she said this, as if speaking a dream.

"So, Eva carries a baby from me, and that somehow brought life to your dead dungeon?"

Her face beamed with delight as she nodded and sat beside him, hugging him tightly, her large breasts pressing against him.

"Yes... And Hell needs a Dungeon master to grow and flourish... so I came here to ask for your help..." Deva pleaded desperately with Raven.

"Eva is pregnant? Wow... I guess I am potent enough to knock up a devil, huh? So, what help do you want from me? Don't tell me you want money. Because I am rich, but I am not someone who gives charity." Raven joked because he was so excited and happy, but he also felt the burden weighing on him from the news.

Hell needs him... Eva is pregnant... His family is growing again...

"Money is meaningless... Raven... What I want is for you to come to Hell and become our king..." Deva's yellow eyes looked deeply into his emerald green eyes, full of hope, faith and desire.

Raven froze for a moment, taking the cigarette again and inhaling it deeply before blowing out a thick smoke ring...

"Become King of Hell?"

Deva nodded eagerly and clung to him tighter, her large red breasts tempting him. "Yes... become the King of Hell and father of our race... Raven, we Devils need a hero and king... Help us... Help Eva, yHellchild and me!" Deva begged him once more.

"But I aim to become the sovereign of Dread... and my wives here, what should I do with them?" Raven asked Deva seriously.

"Become our king... Make the domain of Hell that of Dread! Father, many children with my race and build a kingdom for Eva and them... Your wives can come with you to Hell. After all, they are also connected to the dungeon!"

She was serious—he could feel her sincerity and desperation, and he didn't have a problem with saying yes, but first, he wanted to speak with the woman he loved and make a solid plan.

"Can I speak with my wives, then we hold a meeting together, you, me Eva and all my other wives in private. Maybe in hell to avoid prying eyes?" Raven proposed to Deva with a smile.

Deva looked confused for a moment but soon understood what he meant and agreed... "Sure, I understand you want to inform your wives and prepare properly... I will wait for you to contact me to enter Hell..."

Just as she was about to snap her fingers to leave, Raven pulled her arm and dragged her to the fancy bed, throwing her down as she bounced and looked up at him, shocked.

"Don't forget you are part of those women now; I won't let you escape me with a simple snap; we have booked this place till tomorrow evening. Let's enjoy the time together, Deva." Raven grinned as he ripped Deva's dress apart, showing her red skin and plump white breasts.

"Ahh... Husband... So cruel... but I like that!!" Deva laughed joyously as she welcomed him happily into her arms as they began another session of intense lovemaking, almost causing the hotel to collapse due to their great power during the act.

This wasn't just lust but a method Raven used to deal with the anxiety of the future. He drowned himself in the alcohol that was Deva, desperate to find a method to become strong enough to protect his growing family.