DD 202 Ch 30 (Patreon)

Chapter 30

Des snapped a picture of Prince Albar as he stepped into the bar.

We had gotten there ahead of him, and the Haylon students were already well into their celebration for the night. The class was spread throughout a handful of tables.

“Got ‘em!” Des laughed from the bar and showed me the picture as the Prince stormed over to me.

“What do you want?” I leaned back in my chair and smiled at him, mostly because I knew it would annoy the shit out of him to see me happy.

“Payment for bets will be given out over the next few days. I’ll have it all moved through the UG’s system.” The prince’s face was beautifully stiff.

“Perfect. In that case, I’ll think of it like the drinks are on you tonight.”

Des laughed and slapped my arm. “Tonight we should celebrate after, too. Maybe see if Crimson wants to join us.”

The prince’s face twitched at the mention of Crimson.

“Those aren’t conversations for public.” I patted her on the thigh.

“Oh. Right, he’s still here. What else do you want, Second Place?” Des was enjoying needling him.

“Be careful.” Prince Albar narrowed his eyes on Des.

My jovial mood evaporated in an instant. Threatening me and threatening Des were two very different situations. “Have a nice day. I’m here to celebrate and you are ruining the mood.”

He turned in a huff and retreated to his followers for shelter.

I caught his professor coming in the door, and he flinched when our eyes met.

“Enjoy being a badass.” Des leaned on me.

“Are you enjoying taunting them? Where are your morals? They are just poor weaklings.” If she was going to have fun, then so was I.

“I’m half demon, which means half the time I get to be a jerk.” She kissed me on the cheek. “The other half of the time I get to drag you away to bed and fill it with lovely ladies.” She whispered. “Penny seems delicious tonight.”

I glanced over at the frost knight who’d been vaguely staring in my direction and quickly turned away, her already rosy face began turning bright scarlet. She was still dressed for adventuring with tight black pants and a white top with a few pieces of armor over it.

Personally, I thought she looked better like this than last time when she wore the dress.

“You’re staring. Is that a yes?” Des’ hot breath tickled at my ear.

“No. She’s drunk. Besides, I thought a certain princess was on the menu tonight.” I countered.

Des licked her lips. “Who says she wasn’t already included? More bodies, more fun.”

I laughed. “You are insatiable.”

“Yup.” Des didn’t deny it, but her gaze shifted to the two elves talking next to us, particularly Ely.

“Hmm?” The princess must have noticed the gaze because she turned to face us. “What would you two be talking about? I resolved my debt to you Des.”

Des grumbled under her breath, something about not losing before she perked up. “We can decide things tonight.”

“Oh?” Elysara twirled a lock of red hair with her finger. “Do we get to decide things tonight? I was thinking—“

“More cream!” Felin hit the back of my chair and I had to grab onto the table to not fall over.

“Ken.” Felin slammed down a bottle of Irish Cream in front of me. “Drink with me. I beat Des. I won the hunt.”

I extracted the Nekorian off my back and plopped her in my lap. “You did.” I rubbed the top of her head and she purred like a motorboat.

The purr went all the way down her spin and vibrated in my lap.

“Oh. She does purr.” Elysara was interested in Nekorians.

“Only when she’s drunk.” Des pointed out and slid Felin’s shot glass that she forgot down the table.

“Not drunk.” Felin struggled with unscrewing the bottle, and I saw the moment where she decided she was going to bite the cap off.

Before she could, I stole it away from her and twisted it off to pour her a drink. “No. Not at all. But you did good. Surprisingly good. Fifth place overall.”

“I’m the best.” Felin grinned and slugged back a shot. “Your turn.” She poured another and handed me the shot.

I indulged her and drank it. A shot of Irish Cream was not exactly my norm. It was sweet and creamy with a decent punch at the end. I went to turn the bottle and see how much alcohol was in it, but Felin swiped it away to pour herself some.

“It’s not that strong, but it’s really cheap. Burns a little, doesn’t it?” Des teased me.

“Why would anyone drink this straight?” I coughed.

“Because they love cream!” Felin threw her weight to the side and rocked my chair on one leg before she brought it back from the brink just before it fell over.

“You’re going to knock us over.” I warned.

She then threw her weight to the other side as her blue striped tail batted me in the face, only to bring the chair back the other way as we almost tipped. “No way. Besides, you are fast enough just land on your feet.”

“Her balance is incredible.” Elysara watched with wide eyes.

“That she’s drunk makes it even more impressive.” Des watched without helping.

“I beat you both! Ken’s lap is mine!” Felin growled at the two before trying to pour another shot while rocking our chair back and forth. She managed to pull the maneuver off without spilling a drop and did another shot. “I’m the victor!”

Barret clapped loudly and settled the bar, which had now filled with all four schools celebrating. “Alright everyone, calm down.” His eyes locked onto mine as Felin continued to sway our chair back and forth.

I clamped down on Felin’s waist to stop her from swaying. “I know you heard that.”

Her ears twitched under my breath. “Duh.” She settled down and turned to Barret.

“Wonderful. I’m sure all of you have started researching the raid as it is, but I’m going to provide some additional details to help all of you.” Barret cleared his throat. “The raid is divided into four levels of difficulty.”

The bar was silent for the first time. We all knew that information could mean life or death in the dungeon, and we were all dungeon junkies to have made it this far. Nobody else would have sacrificed what it took to reach this depth.

“The dungeon itself is split into three wings. For now, we’ll say the direction you’re facing when you enter the dungeon is north. There’s the east wing, the west wing and the north wing. They have other names, but those won’t make much sense until you see them.” Barret paused and a few hands shot up.

One Trusk student didn’t wait to be called on. “Both of the side wings have three bosses each. Which is easier?”

“Neither.” Barret said quickly. “The first three bosses of the North wing are the easiest, followed by the two side wings and then the final three in the North wing. Those final three are extremely difficult, and though there is a minimum DPS requirement, we are placing on all of your groups. It’s important to note that exceeding those requirements will make it significantly easier.”

“Don’t slack off. Got it.” Des muttered in her own interpretation.

“We have Ken though.” Felin swayed, rocking the chair onto the legs again.

“For the four sections, we will require. Twelve thousand, fifteen thousand, twenty thousand and twenty five thousand DPS for the raid that wishes to enter.” Barret explained. “The upper ends are necessary because your DPS assessment was the best case scenario for many of you. These bosses will test your abilities in ways you can’t imagine right now. You won’t hit those perfect numbers in reality, so we are overcompensating.”

Crimson got up from where she was sitting with my classmates at another table. “That means you will follow instructions, and we will have teachers with you to provide revives in the worst case scenarios. Tomorrow we will allow the first group into the raid.”

Students dutifully nodded their heads when Crimson spoke.

“That said, you all did wonderfully. Tonight, we celebrate!” Crimson lifted a mug of beer and drank it in front of everyone, reigniting the celebration.

Barret shook his head as if there was more he wanted to say, but he was smart enough to realize that it was going to be difficult to rein the students back in.

Felin put a shot glass to my lips and I downed another shot of Irish cream. She twisted in her seat and pressed her lips to mine as she started to purr again.

“Get him Felin.” Des encouraged her.

“I will. I will hunt him.” The Nekorian performed an acrobatic move as she lifted her legs, spun in my lap and dropped them around me to face me. “More cream is the answer.” She abandoned the shot glass and took a drink from the bottle before she kissed me in the new position.

“What’s to hunt?” I teased grabbing her leather clad ass, my fingers brushing against the base of her tail. “Maybe I’m the one hunting you, and you’ve fallen into my trap.” I teased.

“No!” Her tail went rigid before coiling around my leg like a python. “I am the hunter.” She growled.

It was cute.

I rubbed the top of her head and she nipped at my arm. The bite was painful enough for me to open my mouth just as she shoved the bottle of cream into my mouth and poured.

“Got you! Now drink.” Felin’s tail playfully lashed at my sides.

“While this is incredible to watch, maybe we don’t get Ken too drunk. Otherwise, there will be fun for no one.” Des extracted the bottle of cream from my mouth.

Thankfully I wasn’t drinking, but I had to swallow a mouthful of the stuff.

Felin gave us both a big soulful stare with her blue eyes.

“She’s really got the pitiful cat look down.” Ely commented from the side.

“Damn right I do.” Felin drained the rest of the bottle and stood up. She took one step and fell down.

“You okay?” I asked, hurrying to help her up.

But she was completely dead weight and her eyes were closed as she snored softly.

I got two hands on her and lifted her up. “Des, don’t suppose you’d be willing to help me get her to bed.” I was hoping Des got the actual ask within the question, which was to sneak out of the bar and portal back to our camp on the 28th floor.

She seemed to get the jist as she got up in a hurry. “Nekorians can be a pain. Ely can help us too.” Des didn’t wait for an answer and dragged the princess from her seat.

Three censors stood up as Ely was dragged from her seat to follow.

Des paused. “I’m not planning on doing anything untoward. Well maybe I am. But she’ll like it, I promise.”

“They are part of the package.” I warned Des, hoisting Felin onto my shoulder.

Des blushed and covered her mouth. “I didn’t know you were into that sort of play Ken.”

“Hush and keep moving.” I headed out of the bar, but the noise followed us outside as I headed down the street with my small group.

People kept turning and looking at me strangely.

“Don’t worry. She’s a friend.” Carrying a passed out Nekorian was causing the looks to be full of judgment to the point I even felt a little disgusting.

“Let me.” Neldra went to lift Felin off my shoulder but the Nekorian hissed in her sleep and her claw came out, nearly costing me an eye. “On second thought…”

Felin cuddled back into me once Neldra let go.

“Just duck down this alley and make a portal out of sight. We don’t want anyone connecting the ability with Des just yet.” I turned down the lane between buildings.

“Yeah, taking the passed out woman down the alley. No one is going to think that’s strange.” Des rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. I’m not doing anything bad. Open the portal.” I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was checking on us.

Des ripped open a portal in the space in front of us.

Tish looked around the edges of it. “So, her majesty will get this once she sleeps with you again and remembers to pick a new skill? Could one of us get it? Seems useful.”

Elysara huffed. “If I have it, why do you need it?”

“Because we can’t be portalled around by our charge all the time. That wouldn’t look right. Besides, who doesn’t want an ability like that?” Tish offered a flimsy excuse while winking at me.

“Well, if you’d like I might be able to help.” Des offered, her eyes roving over the elven Censor.

I pushed Des through her portal. “Really? Are you my pimp now?”

“I could be. All for the low, low price of a fun time.” Des called over her shoulder at the Censors.

Rather than humor her, I continued to nudge her into our tent.

Des giggled the whole way. “Come on, you should relax. Why not enjoy your incubus abilities and use them to increase your strength?” She brushed up against me, her hot breath on my neck. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about pulling Neldra’s ponytail and plowing her face into a pillow.” She let out a soft sigh. “That would be incredible to watch the uptight woman turn into your little cocksleeve.”

“She heard that, you know?” Elysara came behind us and tapped her ears. “They are a little more than show.”

Des was bold enough to wink at Neldra as she leaned on me, squishing her chest on my arm. “Maybe I wanted her to hear or maybe I wanted you to know what you are in for.”

“You lost the second bet.” Ely smirked. “Who said I’m not going to be the one having him turn you into a puddle.”

“Oh he does that on a regular basis.” Des kissed my cheek. “Put the sleepy kitty down.” Her fingers trailed off my arm leaving a faint fading warmth. “Then come to the bedroom. Don’t take too long.” She snatched Ely’s hand and hurriedly dragged her away.

The Royal Censors were staring at me.

“What? I cannot control her. She wants to fill my bed to the brim. Take it all with a grain of salt.” I walked away as they echoed my last words with confusion.

Right. That was a very human phrase. Hopefully they didn’t get the wrong idea as they tried to work out ‘with a grain of salt’.

I hoisted Felin off my shoulder and onto the pile of cushions she called a bed. She clung to me tightly, even in her sleep she was clingy. “Night, Felin. Good hunting.” I whispered.

She pawed at me. “Sleep with me. I want my pride’s alpha.” She murmured. “I’m part of a pride now.” She said the last with a dopey smile on her face.

I laid down with her in the pile of pillows and turned her over so she was the little spoon. I refused to be the little spoon. Wrapping my arm around her, I enveloped her in my body and warmth.

Her tail twitched happily against me and her breathing deepened.

Though, every time I let out a breath, it must have tickled her ears because they twitched.

I kissed the side of her head. “Welcome to the pride Felin.”

“Mmm.” She murmured and clung to my arms, taking a deep breath of my scent.

An idea came to me and I wiggled out of my shirt. I put the article of clothing right in front of her face.

Felin buried her nose into it and inhaled like she was sucking the scent out if she could.

The move seemed to be my escape as she curled around my shirt rubbing her cheeks against it.

Extracting my arms carefully, I got out of the cushion pile as Felin continued to snuggle my shirt. 

I had two other ladies waiting for me. After the assessments, Des was absolutely going to want to celebrate a certain way.

What better way than breaking in a princess?