Monstrous Horizons Chapter 25 - Now with tags! (Patreon)

Bubbles smashed the last of the latest patrol of skeleton. “Master, these things are boring.”

“Yes, they are, Bubbles.” I dusted off my hands after that last cyclone. “But when things start to get too easy, that’s when things always get harder.”

A haunting laugher echoed through the halls. “A wise man, I see.”

I was unpreturbed, though. Weirder things have happened since I came to this world. “Hello, who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?”

“Just a lovely, lonely girl.” The voice promised as it drifted around us.

“You’d be a lot lovelier if you gave us directions.” Bubbles stomped her foot. “Plus, I’m all that Master needs. Isn’t that right, Master?” She puffed out her cheeks like a spoiled brat.

“Nope. I’m going to have sex with lots and lots of monster girls.” It really wasn’t a question. Bubbles was lovely, sticky and fun. But variety was the spice of life and I liked extra hot.

The voice perked up. “Really?”

“Yup. So tell me where you are.”

“Oh my. Oh my.”

I could practically picture her with her hands on her cheeks, blushing.

Another voice came over. “What are you doing? We have a situation here. Hey!”

“No!” the first voice wailed. “He’s going to be my husband.”

“Oh shit, are you using the PA system? Cut that out.” The second voice said, and there was a click.

Following the click, I could see an enchantment placed in the corner of the room. It seemed to both be able to monitor us and send messages.

“Should I smash it?” Bubbles looked like she wanted to hit something.

“No, leave it be. I’m sure there are more than we have time to deal with.” Those two must have been watching us this whole time.

Suddenly, I felt like I was trapped in someone else’s game and I didn’t like it. We weren’t just in a tomb, we were in a tomb that had someone pulling the strings and trying to stop us.

Far off in the distance of the tomb, I could hear someone crying. The cries tugged at me. I had to go help whoever that was.

“Master wait up.” Bubbles said as she ran after me.

I hadn’t even realized it, but the cries had already pushed me into a full sprint as I raced through the dungeon, stopping at each cross section and listening frantically for which way they were coming from.

“Master, stop.” Bubbles caught my arm, but I was struggling against her, trying to reach the crying woman. “Watch out!” She yanked hard, and we both tumbled to the ground just in time for a large guillotine blade to swing where I had just been.

That was enough to knock me out of the trance.

“What happened?” I blinked, feeling confused. Just a moment ago, the urge to comfort whoever was crying was so overwhelming it was like nothing else existed.

“I think the girl from earlier was trying to bring you to her.” Bubbles explained. “It was the same voice.”

A shiver ran down my spine. That was a powerful attraction. If I’d been in the room with her when she cried, I would have done anything to comfort her. Even if that meant giving her enough seed to turn me into a mummy.

Then a woman materialized through the wall. Her skin was a fair milky white, it made her enormous chest stand out even more because she wore all black, including black lipstick and runny mascara. A black veil was pulled back, and she floated before me in a tight black dress decorated with silver skulls.

She giggled. “Ani hates when I cry. So she let me come out if I caused you some problems in the dungeon.”

“Problems?” I asked, confused, but I didn’t have to wait long.

She raised her hands as bones gathered from the corners of the room before the big titty goth ghost swirling. Something clicked between her looks and the crying. She was a banshee.

That didn’t matter now though, because the bones gathered into a giant monster. It was like someone had made a death machine out of the bones as the construct stood ten feet tall, its arms massive scythes of bones, while its legs looked like they were ready to spring forward.

“See. Problem. But I’m sure you can handle it. I’ll even give you an incentive.” She plucked a white wisp from the air and shoved it into the construct, causing its eyes to glow green. “There, I put a little something extra in that one, for you.” She winked at me.

“You could just give it to me.” I tried. Why make me go through all these challenges?

“Sorry. Ani makes the rules. I just follow them. If you can get to the end though and defeat Ani, you can do whatever you want.” She said that last bit with a quirk of her lips and a swap of her hips that made her dress hike up.

“Ani?” I focused on other things, trying not to think about what her tender flesh looked like if that dress pulled up any more.

“Sorry, can’t say more. You already pissed Ani off when you said it was too easy, so she’s working hard to make things a little more challenging for you. Best of luck hero!” With that, the banshee floated back into the wall and disappeared.

What a strange interaction. I’d read dungeon core books before, but never did I imagine I’d be in one. More so, that I’d piss off the dungeon. At least that is what I assumed ‘Ani’ was, if she controlled this place.

The construct moved before I had time to consider it more. Bubbles, one second, was standing there, the next, her top half fell splat onto the floor.

Words bubbled up from her hips. “Oh, that thing is fast.”

On the other side of the room, the construct was uncrossing its blade arms, covered in slime, and slowly turning back to us.

“Bubbles, I need you to really piss that thing off.” She could take a hit like that, but me? Oh, that wouldn’t go so well.

Ducking around a pillar, I figured keeping something between me, and it was key. It had appeared to dash in a straight line, and I hoped that was a limitation I could take advantage of.

Bubbles picked herself back up and reattached her torso. “On it.”

But as soon as she did so, her arms fell to the floor with the constructs next pass.

“Are you kidding me?” She stomped her feet. “Fine.”

A dozen secondary bodies budded off of Bubbles and tried to mob the construct.

It cut and slashed through them even as they threw themselves at the construct. Meanwhile, Bubble’s main body was absorbing and reforming its arms. Bubbles looked pissed as she reformed herself and picked up her massive pink mace.

Of course, I wasn’t over here being useless. I was trying to come up with something I could do to help.

While the small cyclones had worked for the smaller skeletons, I wasn’t sure I could make something big enough to toss around this construct.

Calling on the surrounding stone the still resisted my magic. Just left with air and life. Of course, it couldn’t be too easy.

There isn’t any way I can use life here, is there? Banish undeath with life?

Life was mostly talked about in the context of healing, but why not? It made some sort of logical sense and I was short on options.

Gathering my magic, I blasted a pinprick of life sorcery into its forehead.

And what a colossally stupid idea that was. The construct swallowed my magic and then pulled it from me, like it had just found the sustenance it always needed and was going to drain me dry.

Like I had just stuck my finger in an industrial grade vacuum cleaner, the construct pulled at my very being as it tried to maintain the connection between me and my life magic.

I barely severed the connection, but I had already gotten the thing’s attention.

It didn’t care about Bubbles anymore, not when I was there. The construct tore at Bubbles, trying to clear its legs and get to me like a dog after a bone.

Okay, time for a new plan.

Looking at the machete in my hand, I formed a new idea. I had no intention of getting close enough to the monstrosity to use it, but maybe I didn’t have to.

Creating one of those small cyclones, I tossed the machete into it.

The blade went round and round, picking up speed until it was just a metallic blur in the middle of the cyclone. I hurled the cyclone at the head of the construct and it hit with a resounding thud.

The machete flew off to the side as the construct reeled from the blow, its head snapping back, and it took a stumbling step backward.

Bubbles had been ready and slammed her ridiculously large pink mace into the construct, knocking it back on its boney ass. Just in time for her secondary bodies to mob it once again and keep it still.

She really did make a fantastic tank.

But even together, we didn’t destroy the construct. Its head squared back up. For my efforts, there was a crack that ran through the forehead and a chip out of the right eye socket.

This thing was tough.

I gathered my sorcery of air and kicked up another cyclone where the machete had landed. Guess we are just going to have to do this again.

And again.

It was the sixth time that the machete shattered the constructs skull, and the whole pile of bones fell to the floor. However, the little white wisp hung in the air for just a moment before it darted into my forehead.

The banshee was underneath me, moaning and begging for me. Her massive tits were in my hands and felt like the best things in the world as I plowed into her repeatedly. She just felt so amazing wrapped around me. Everything I could have ever wanted.

“More. More husband. Never stop filling me up.” She begged as we both started floating in the air till we rearranged and she was on top, her clothes still on and her tits slapping me in the face as she bounced on my cock.

“Pull out and paint me, husband. I want to be covered with you. Marked by you.” Her voice picked up in pitch as I pulled out, and she floated down for me to spray her face. “Yes. Now fuck my tits.” She pushed them together around my cock.

I shook my head clear of the vision as Bubbles waved her hand in front of my face. “Yoohoo? Master?”

“Bubbles?” I asked, my brows pressing down in confusion. “What happened?”

“You blanked out standing there panting.” She looked down at my pants. “Are you that pent up?”

She was right. I was feeling incredibly pent up. “Bubbles bend over, and make your chest huge, unreasonably so.”

Bubbles did a small curtsie. “As you command, master.” Her chest swelled as she bent over. “Would you like sustenance while we are at it?”

Thinking about it. We had been in the dungeon for a while and I’d need food if I was going to make it to the end. “Yes, please.”

Also, it was enjoyable to drink Bubbles’ slime.

Bubbles seem more than happy to satisfy me as she rushed to be everything I needed.

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