Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

"I'm heading out now, be a good girl and don't play with fire!" Raven's cheerful voice sounded as he left the apartment wearing a pair of silk trousers, a white shirt and a red suit jacket; for some reason, she noticed he always wore suits when leaving the house.

'Well, it's probably the influence of his dad...' Lilith thought as she looked at the mourning shrine in the corner—a human male who looked nothing like Raven apart from his eyes wore a different style of suit over his leather armour in each picture.

"His mom was so pretty..."

Bang! Clack!

Once she heard the door fully closed, her eyes narrowed as she looked at the laptop, now running with a pleasant hum.

"Hehe~ let's browse his secret files..."

Click!

Lilith would first see if anything was embarrassing on his laptop, wanting to find and laugh at him later for leaving her alone again; even though she wasn't angry, she still wanted to get revenge for him teasing her about sex and her thin pubic hair.

"Hmmm... Boring... Work stuff... Eh? What's this... A folder with lots of video files, unlabelled and hidden thumbnails? Bingo! Hehe!"

Her hand dragged the mouse, clicking the video labelled [1] and choosing the video levelled [5] randomly; the next moment, the [MLC] video player began to run, instantly her eyes widened as she saw a fantastic sight.

"Ahhh~ fuck my ass~ yeah! Alistair.... that orc dick is churning my slutty elven hole~ fuck me until my insides are torn apart!! Yeah~~ baby! I love you; I love you~!"

Click!

Despite seeming to be inside her ass, it was penetrating her pussy; as Lilith's eyes were watching the scene, her fingers began to match the speed of his piston, her breathing growing rough.

Lilith's heart began to race, instantly stopping the video, the image of a huge, arm-like penis spreading a pretty blonde woman's puss wide.

The girth was something she was familiar with, 'It's Raven's cock!' after seeing it only this morning in its full glory, those bumps, thick veins, and the dark colour and bend were all his!

"So his real name is Alistair..."

The stunning blonde elf's face was distorted in pleasure as a thick white goo bubbled and squirted from her vagina while Raven tasted her rear hole, causing the young manticore to feel a tickle in her lower body.

"He already came inside... who is this woman?' She pressed play for another moment, watching as the white cum sprayed from the elf's pussy the moment his huge orc cock penetrated her cunt fully, like a water gun.

"Philis, you're such a filthy little bitch. Do all your elf family know you're a slut who loves orc cock, despite being such a dainty and pure elf? Shall I take a video and send it to your mother?"

"No~ Nuo~ Please.... just... fuck me! God~ why does it feel so good!?"

Lilith got up from the black sofa, her little legs dashing towards the door, pulling across the chain, then shut all the curtains, closing the windows with the bolt.

Once sure that no light or people could hear or get inside, even Raven, she began to undress, sitting on the edge of the sofa, placing the laptop to the side and streaming the image to the large 50" screen, taking a small box of tissues from the table and putting both feet on either side of the table, with her legs spread.

"Let's start from number 1..."

Click!

"Why are you recording~ Alistair? No... my pussy it's not clean. Don't lick it so happily!? Ahhn~ No... it's still bright!"

The moment it began to play, only a sticky wet sound, the movement of the black sofa rubbing against the door, and the slightly muted pants of a woman's husky voice filled the apartment.

-

Meanwhile, from the video, Raven felt a strange sensation as he made his way through the slums; he hated this place.

The dirty scent of rotting garbage, people who haven't washed for days and the nauseating aroma of human waste that oozed from the small alleys and sewers close below.

'I hate this place...'

Raven could control the enhanced scent when it came to women. However, the scent of filth and dirt was something he could only endure; the smell was so bad tears formed in the corner of his eyes.

"10 minutes away... It's 5:24 pm."

He checked the time and began to hasten his steps; the people sitting on the ground or in their poor-quality doors, eyes sunken with dull light.

These people lacked even the vibrance and hoped to beg for spare credits—they looked at the powerful orc rushing through the slums and shrunk back, scared of his powerful figure.

'It's not that I hate the people themselves, but rather the situation that created them... giving them credit won't solve the root problem, and these people are useless, the light of life in their eyes long extinguished.'

Burning Cove was a dungeon that was quite easy and surprising—although the name insinuated a hot cavern with lava or flames, it was nothing of the sort, or rather the low-level novice area that low ranks could enter.

"I didn't know that..." Raven thought as he read the information on his wrist, confirming their weaknesses and known strengths.

The most common enemy were kobolds, a feral race covered in fur that loved killing and eating any flesh due to their constant hunger and famine.

'That reminds me, I should make a credit account for that little pervert back home.'

He still had quite a lot of excess savings—when he resolved to become an adventurer, he stopped using that account for anything but the rent and bills; with around 600 credits, it was enough for quite a long time; thus, he would slowly increase it with the excesses profits from his new job.

Raven stepped on a crushed can, his heavy frame crushing it flat with no effort as a group of children ran over and snagged the flat can after he left, looking at him with vigilance—a single can would earn 1 credit if you traded it to the recycling plant's automated bot, but it needed to be completely flat.

So children in the slum would throw cans under people's feet to make their living if they could not steal anything significant from people who stupidly came through the slums.

The [Burning Cove] monolith was more than triple the size of [Wailing Caverns], with one entrance in the slums, near the exit for rookies.

The other two faced the business and night districts, more than 5000 metres away on each side, as the slums and the two districts were like interlocked triangles.

When the city was first created, the slums were planned to be a cheap, residential district for those working in the business district to live and travel to work easily. However, it fell through due to the appearance of the monolith.

'It's huge... Oh, there are actual guards at this one!'

Raven noticed there were two males with longswords, and small plasma guns, which were only helpful for people outside dungeons—anything that involved technology for some reason would deal nearly no damage to the monsters, which still confused scientists and alchemists of the world to the present day.

He assumed it was just those two when suddenly his heart almost stopped; a woman with long ears, beautiful blonde hair and sharp blue eyes stepped from the portal, her body wearing the official bureau armour and holding a bloody spear.

"Why is she here!?"

The moment he saw that woman, instantly his heart and breathing became erratic, forced to fumble through his pockets and take out a cedar-scented dragon stick, the soft feel of the mouthpiece and smooth taste entering his lungs slowly calming him down as he walked forward, wanting to finish his check to go inside.

His body stepped towards the gate as two guards accosted him, their vigilance likely due to the report on the news about demi-hunters—people who chose to party up with non-humans and then murder them with cruel and violent methods.

"Halt!"

"Present your identification and bureau card!"

The two males might seem combative, but this was their job. Raven was happy to oblige, taking his identification out slowly, clearly indicating his intention for no violence, as the pair began to read the information.

"Okay, everything seems in order."

"Thank you for your co-operation, good hunting newbie!"

"Oh... if it isn't the bastard that abandoned my sister after..." The elven woman's voice stopped as if remembering she was told not to speak about something.

Her silver eyes narrowed, looking at Raven intently—this woman was the younger sister of Philis. She used to stick to him like glue until a week after they broke up and accosted him angrily.

"So you go by Raven now? Hmmm... admirable, your mother, right? Maybe being an adventurer will help make you realise your mistakes."

"Delia... How is..."

"Don't ask how my sister is! You don't have that right, coward!" She snapped, before pointing her spear towards the portal, "Now are you entering?" Although she spoke harshly, there was no actual hate; now that he was a monster himself, he could feel the slight sensations and feelings of women; for males, it was much less vibrant.

So he knew that despite being tough, Delia felt concerned and worried for him, her eyes watching his body with no armour, fidgeting as she gripped her steel spear, but too stubborn to say anything after everything she had said.

'What do you know... this girl wasn't so confusing, she just became a woman... No wonder she stopped clinging to me.' He didn't think he was dense, but before having this slight edge when speaking to women, these little details wouldn't be noticed unless they were about Philis herself.

Thud! Thud!

The loud footsteps of two males and the light taps of a female sounded from behind him. He knew there was a female from the scent—however, from her body was the thick scent of two males, which caused him to filter out her scent instantly.

Raven thought they might be his party for today as he turned around to see two males, who seemed rather harmless; one used a longbow while the other with twin swords as they both had the same tattoo on their shoulder.

Behind them was a cute-looking woman with the same tattoo on her chest. Between the open robes, it peaked out; her staff seemed to be that of a low-class mage or witch.

"Excuse me, are you, by chance, Raven, who will be our [Tank] today?" The twin sword user smiled pleasantly—his face was the typical rugged human type, with short brown hair and eyes.

"Ah, that's me." Raven didn't speak well to new people, the distrust still deeply ingrained in his body as he took out his mother's axe with a loud sound of metal cutting through the air.

Shling!

The enormous 190cm axe was taller than the male, who at first looked at him with a scrutinising gaze, but the moment he saw him holding the axe quickly with one hand, he shrugged and nodded to himself.

"Good axe! My name is Brin, the sneaky archer is Collin, and the cute witch is Marie. The bureau said you were willing to be our [Tank] and only take 10% of the credits; is that correct?"

"Hey." Collin greeted with a faint smile and lifted his hand to wave.

"H....hello!" Marie seemed to act like some innocent woman, despite having sex with both of these guys in the past 12 hours, whether together or hidden from the pair; Raven didn't care too much.

'Damn, Emily left out important details, but whatever... She's giving me 30 credits extra, and I'll make her reimburse me in other ways on Friday!'

"Shall we head inside?" Raven asked with a charming and deep voice.

He acted oblivious to the annoying flushed cheeks of the witch who ogled his body in the most obvious way as he turned around as walked towards the gate, only for Delia to lean into his ear and whisper.

"Alistair, be careful... it's not safe recently as the number of Demi-related murders has almost tripled... make sure you don't let your guard down..."

'See... she was a nice girl, really?' Raven thought to himself after smiling at her.

He didn't need much effort; Raven wouldn't trust them even if she didn't mention anything. Raven could only count on himself and would never make a stupid mistake like trusting people he met on the same day.

"Wait! Raven... Accept the party invite!"

Beep!

Raven lifted his arm, looking at the flashing bracelet that wrapped around his thick wrist bulging with muscle, as he observed the screen ignoring mutters of Marie.

"Oh god... his forearm is so thick... how big is his..."

[Brin Invited you to a party]

Accept?: Y/N

He looked back; his raven-black hair handsomely swayed as his neon blue eyes narrowed on the three party members before swiping [Yes] and entering the dungeon without another word, only giving a polite nod and smile to Brin.

Once again, the portal this tight might have been red, but it was comfortable for him as the thick purple energy in his body pulsated, seeming to be at some limit, causing him to feel a little tight and bloated as his figure dissipated and vanished from sight.