Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

Asuka hugged Leonhardt from behind—he enjoyed how soft and comfortable it felt as her breasts and stomach pressed against him.

"Leo, you're so cruel..."

"Why?"

"Teaching her such pleasure, then making her kill her beloved as you little cock sleeve."

Leonhardt's hand cupped Asuka's cheek, the warmth and smooth feeling of her skin on his fingers bringing him joy, his lips curling at the corners into a smirk.

"Isn't it better she dies knowing the pleasure of being a woman?"

Asuka chuckled low against his back, her breath warm beneath his ear.

"She's going to dream of that cock for the rest of her life," she whispered. "Even if she tries to run, her body'll come crawling back on its own."

"She won't run," Leonhardt said. "She's mine now."

"Even though she doesn't realise it, she will never forget my shape and the feeling."

"Pervert!"

Asuka's arms slid lower down, stroking his waist as she nuzzled into him. "You didn't even kiss her."

"Didn't need to."

"Tch… lucky bitch."

Leonhardt turned slightly, eyes glinting.

"Jealous?"

"Of the way she broke?" Asuka smirked. "No."

She slid one clawed finger down his stomach. "But if you ever fuck me like I'm a stranger, I might tear out your spine."

Leonhardt laughed under his breath.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Asuka leaned up and bit his earlobe—light, playful, still dangerous.

"Don't just keep it in mind," she murmured. "Make sure I never need to remind you."

Leonhardt watched her with warm eyes before she slipped back onto the bed and rolled onto her stomach. Asuka looked back, grabbing her buttocks with both hands, slowly revealing her brown flesh, the soft pink petals glistening with her sticky juices.

"How about you do me again, get rid of the dirty taste."

Leonhardt stood beside the bed.

He didn't move quickly. Just let his eyes drag down the curve of her back, the toned sweep of muscle beneath bronzed skin, and the slippery glint between her thighs. Asuka didn't rush him. She spread herself further, slow, deliberate, hips rocking once as she showed off everything he already owned.

"Still leaking?" he asked.

She looked over her shoulder, tongue curled against her fangs.

"What do you think?"

"I think, you're being greedy."

He stepped closer with a grin.

"I'm a dragon," she replied with a smirk. "You want shame? Sleep with a priest."

He reached down, gripped her tail and tugged it back gently.

The motion arched her lower back perfectly, lifting her ass higher. She gasped—just a little.

"Don't tempt me, Erina isn't far."

"Tsk... damn bast—haa...Nngh—!"

Leonhardt slid his cock against her folds, not pushing in, just dragging along her soaked slit. The friction pulled a wet sound from her lips, her body twitching at the contact.

"Look at you," he murmured. "Still dripping from earlier… and still not full."

Asuka growled low, face burning.

"Say it," he added.

She hesitated.

He pressed harder, tip nudging her entrance, stretching her slowly.

"Say it."

Asuka gritted her teeth. "I want it."

He paused.

"More."

"I want your cock," she said through clenched teeth. "I want it deep. I want it to shut me up."

Leonhardt smiled.

And pushed in.

Leonhardt thrust in slowly, deep, measured, and final.

Asuka moaned, loud and rough, her tail wrapping tight around his wrist.

And that was the last thing Dia heard before the door closed behind her.

—

The hall was cold.

Too quiet.

Dia stumbled as she walked, legs shaking, the bloated second condom still clutched in her hand like some proof of her humiliation. Of her reward.

It ballooned to an amusing size, the sticky white milk sloshing inside.

She didn't cry.

She couldn't.

Her thighs stuck together with every step. Her crotch still twitched, ached—like it missed him. Like her body wanted to go back and beg for more.

'It's like he's still inside me...'

The moment he pulled out, a dull ache remained, a constant pulse of emptiness and pain like her muscles and inner walls felt strange without him lodged inside.

'Master...'

She stopped at the edge of the stairwell and leaned against the cold marble walls, looking at the throne as she slid down to the ground, a freezing sensation spreading through her skin as her juices leaked onto the smooth stone.

Her heart still racing, the scent of him thick on her body.

'I drank it…'

Her stomach churned—not from disgust. From heat. From memory.

She closed her eyes, face flushed.

'The shape…'

Her pussy clenched again, slick soaking through her ruined underlayer.

'The curve… that ridiculous weight... the way it dragged everything inside me...'

Her fingers drifted to her belly, where that faint soreness still pulsed. A reminder. A mark.

She knew she shouldn't want it again.

She knew what he made her do.

But her thighs pressed together on instinct, and her mouth parted like she could still feel his cock against her throat.

Dia's hand tightened on the condom.

And she whispered, to no one:

"…I want more."

The moment she sat down, the memories and truth of what she did surfaces, like something shattered, and Dia awakened from her dream... Leonhardt, her enemy, the enemy of....

'Who?'

Immediately after Leonhardt removed her mind control, she almost screamed in anger, anguish and hatred, but... then his tip kissed her womb.

It wasn't like she forgot everything, forgave him... but now her body ached, for that pleasure, to taste him... this sticky white milk something her body craved for.

The wind stung her skin.

Dia didn't know how long she'd been sitting there. Her legs had gone numb. Her fingers were still wrapped around the now-empty condom, clenched tight enough to crinkle the rubber. Her other hand rested on her belly. She could still feel it—that dull, swollen ache.

Her lips shone with a glossy, white shimmer, a thick, stringy thread dripping from the corners as she remembered everything.

Enzo's voice.

His face, just before she slit his throat.

The warmth of his blood on her hands.

She should've screamed.

Should've cried.

Should've wanted to claw Leonhardt's eyes out and end herself in the same breath.

And yet…

Dia's lips were still parted. Her breath came shallow.

Her thighs were still pressed together.

"It wasn't just control."

Her voice barely left her throat.

"He made me… want it."

Her body remembered every curve of his cock. The way it pressed into her womb like it belonged there. The weight of his seed inside her. The smell. The heat. It was difficult for her to explain or understand.

Leonhardt's scent, his feeling, his touch, not just when they were having sex, when he smiled, frowned... laughed.

Dia couldn't stop herself.

Her hands trembled.

She wanted to vomit.

She wanted to masturbate.

She wanted to forget.

And she couldn't do any of it.

So she sat there.

Sticky. Hollow.

Ruined.

Not a soldier. Not an assassin. Not even a lover.

Just a used tool who now craved the hand that broke her.

"You're not supposed to want your rapist," she whispered.

But her words lacked conviction, because even before he controlled her mind, she wanted to taste him—it wasn't by force in reality. Dia just wanted someone to blame, because the control and magic vanished before she sat down and let him change her forever.

'Who am I kidding... he gave me a choice, I sucked his cock while fully aware and awake...'

Dia gazed at the throne while rubbing her stomach, a bitter smile growing.

"I chose this..."

——

The sky above the Embervale outpost was cloudless, stretched in shades of steel and pale blue.

Zafira sat atop a sloped wooden beam, legs crossed, chin resting in her palm, her black hair swept behind her like a drape of shadow. She didn't move. Didn't blink much either.

Her eyes were fixed on Astrea.

The human city crouched in the distance like a wounded animal—towers cracked, smoke coiling from a single spire near the centre. Panic still hadn't reached the outer rings yet, but she could feel it boiling beneath the stone.

The nobles would panic soon.

The Church would tighten its leash.

And Leonhardt's web would tighten.

Zafira smiled faintly.

Below her, the orc outpost crackled with noise—spits roasting meat over fire, goblins shouting over sizzling fat and half-finished drinking songs.

Griv stood at the head of one pit, his sleeves rolled up, long goblin ears tied back with a butcher's cloth, knife in one hand and a long steel fork in the other.

"Turn it now, Mossi!" he snapped. "I don't want another charred prayer offering! This is meat, not martyrdom!"

Lina sat with her knees tucked to her chest, licking sauce from her fingers between quiet bursts of laughter. Snaggle argued with Nebi over taxation rights to salt. Hanz grunted over a half-finished keg. Even Sylvie, ghost-pale and unreadable, was curled up near the fire, watching the flames like they owed her something.

It was lively.

Warm.

Almost tribal.

Zafira's gaze never left the skyline.

"One piece falls…" she whispered, voice smooth and low, "and ten more lean in to take its place."

She rolled her wrist and summoned a viewing crystal from the air.

The surface rippled once, then steadied.

Leonhardt's face filled the screen. Shirtless, teeth clenched as he thrust into Asuka from behind, violently. He was having sex in his bed with Asuka. His fingers sinking into her plump brown buttocks.

Zafira's eyes narrowed, half opened in thin slits, curled into crescent moons.

"You're mine, Leon," she whispered.

Then dismissed the image.

The city wouldn't burn tonight.

But it would simmer.

And when the gates cracked open—when the noble walls came down—she would be the one standing beside the man who tore them down.

"He's more of a demon than I could imagine..." She sipped the wine, enjoying the goblins all celebrating together.

Tonight was the beginning.

When Embervale would be put on the map.