Lewd Dungeon, Chapter 259 (Patreon)

Chapter 259 – Dungeon Pantheon

Once I’d delivered Kang back at Beijing, and we were out of Chinese airspace, I sent a message to Kou through GodNet, requesting that, when her priest came to Earth, that they seek out the Monkey King. I made sure to give her the basic information about what was going on, and warned her to make sure that the priest wasn’t a rude one. After all, the Monkey King had a temper.

But that wasn’t my concern. My next concern was actually something closer to home. Namely, the fact that there were actually two goddesses in my own dungeon that had not yet woken up.

I was, of course, talking about Harlot Mary, who I enshrined in the Black Temple, and Freyja, who got a floor dedicated to her, thanks to her priestess, who had become my slave. Both goddesses had not yet been introduced to the System, to become fully realized. Since I was going and connecting local gods to those off-world, I might as well do the same at home, right?

Arranging the introduction was actually quite simple, really. Both goddesses were metaphorically ‘on hand’, due to their being included within my dungeon. I simply had to create a space for the meeting, where mortals couldn’t stumble in, and reach out with my energy. Basically, just go up and knock on the door.

The space I set was similar to the setup that those gods Binja and Idos had used to chat with me when I got them to call off their followers’ crusade. Blank stone walls in a circular room, with a throne for me at one end, a mirror of the throne everyone saw me in. I created two other thrones, each a third of the way around the circle from my own, but these I left as blank stone slates, so that the incoming goddesses could mold them as they liked.

The first to arrive was clearly a woman, but her body was well-toned, and one could clearly see her abs and the definition of her muscles as she moved. She wore a simple skirt, slit up either side for ease of movement, and a leather wrap about her breasts. Around her neck, she wore a golden torc with fine engraving all around it, and across her shoulders she wore a cloak of falcon feathers. Though she was not armed for war, the energy she gave off made clear that, if need be, she could make herself ready in the blink of an eye.

“Hail, Freyja, Vanadis and Ruler of Fólkvangr, keeper of the valiant dead!” I bowed my head to her in welcome, and said, “Welcome to my halls, for though it has been some time since your priestess first came to reside here, and a shrine was built in honor of your gentler side, this is the first time we have met directly. May this be the beginning of a relationship of friends and companions, and not one of rivals.”

Her eyes turned to look at me, and the goddess just shook her head. “Oh, its you. The only reason I do not smite you out of existence for the horrors you perpetuate here is because you have not forced my priestess to give up her faith, and because you do, actually, keep others from being forced inside, like when you stopped those bounty hunters from doing as they wished with that brewer. You prey upon the weak and the foolish like a parasite, and corrupt everything that was good about the strong and the valiant, but they all come to these halls knowing the risks. That is the only reason I have not called down my fury upon you.”

I took her anger in stride. After all, she wasn’t the first to say such things to me, though she was the first goddess to say them to my face. Either way, I was used to such comments, and I knew the reason behind them. She was looking for a reason, a justification, to move against me, something that would not invalidate her own morality and ethics. An angry rebuttal from me would only give her ammunition.

“Then, I am glad that I have always kept to my beliefs in fairness. From your tone, I doubt a happy friendship is possible between us, but that is no reason for us to be rivals or enemies. Each of us has sex as a core part of who we are and what we govern over, after all. You are a fertility goddess, and I am a god of pleasure. There is no reason that we need be at odds, even if you do find me and my acts distasteful. Would it not be better to simply enjoy the fact that we have some things in common, and any conflicts are minor, unless we make them otherwise?”

“Enough of this! Why have you called me here?”

“I think I’ll wait until our second guest is present, as well.”

As I spoke, smoke swirled in another part of the room, coiling up until the swirling mass was thick enough to block even godly sight. Then, it stopped, and from the cloud stepped a woman in loose-fitting robes that draped across her curves in a way that was both enticing, yet chaste. Loosely tied at the front, the robes slipped open as she walked, but, even so, she moved her hips and her legs in such a way that nothing could be seen, beyond the fact that she had certainly shaved, or perhaps just willed herself to not have hair down there. Either way, she looked like sin incarnate, which was rather fitting.

“Ah, Debauched Mary, Mother of Sin, such a joy for you to join us.” The corrupted and inverted version of the Virgin Mary smiled wickedly at me, before looking over at Freyja with a questioning look. I chuckled, and waved to the unadorned thrones. “Well, if you would both take a seat, then I guess that we can begin this little conference. Please, change the thrones to fit your tastes.”

“Excellent. This was far too dull for my liking.” Harlot Mary waved a hand, and her throne became a daybed made of twisted wood, painted red, draped in silks of red and pink, and possessing soft cushions and fluffy pillows. The backrest curved into images that suggested bodies intertwined in acts of passion, but never quite showing enough detail to be identifiable. All of it conveyed a sense of decadence and eroticism, without being explicit.

The Goddess of Sin easily descended upon her bed, and leaned back with her shoulders against the armrest, tilted slightly outwards, so that we could see the curve of her breasts, just barely covered by the robe which was now only barely tied. Her outside leg arched up, lazily, allowing me to see bare flesh down the entire curve of her leg and thigh, even to where her bottom rested against the cushions. However, the robe she wore draped across her other leg, hiding it from view, and slipping down, by her outer leg, keeping anything more from being visible. A tease from start to finish.

Freyja bit back what was obviously a series of choice invectives that she wished to lay at Harlot Mary’s feet, but she refrained, probably because she realized that, unless they were ascended mortals, like I was, gods were shaped by the beliefs that molded them and granted them their divinity. In this case, it was the goddess of a sinful people who corrupted their own savior’s mother, as they mistakenly testified against one half of their race to sate their own lusts for power and call it holy. She was made by those who picked and chose what parts of the scripture to believe, rather than taking it as a whole.

Instead, the Goddess of Fertility and War turned her attention to her own throne. Solid birch wood took the place of the stone I’d made the throne out of, and it shaped itself into a high-backed chair taller than a man, and sturdy enough to support a full-grown man upon either arm. Furs covered the throne, making it fit for one who was born in the northern climes, and their brutal winters. Her symbol appeared above her head, graven into the wood and seared with flame to make it easily visible to all. At one arm rested a sturdy shield, and upon the other rested a sheathed sword. A mighty spear also leaned against the throne, proof of her more warlike nature, even if sex was widely believed to be her strongest weapon.

It was an interesting study in different styles. Each of us possessed concepts relating to sex, and yet all three of us were quite different in how we used it. Harlot Mary was an exhibitionist, using her sex and sensuality to mess with minds to wrest away power and control from the men that would otherwise dominate her, body and soul. Freyja was confident in her beauty and sensuality, so that sex was merely another weapon at her side, like the spear she stroked with one hand as she sat. And then, there was me. A god of pleasure and domination, who used sex as an insidious poison to wear down and corrupt all but the most righteous and unwavering of souls.

With a smile, I looked first at one, and then the other. “Now that all three of us are situated, allow me to explain to you why I have called out to you. Over two years ago, the System crashed down upon this world. Beings of myth and legend became real, and people changed, gaining strength and magic that would have been impossible in the old world.”

Seeing that I had their attention, I continued on. “As you know, I was transformed from a human into a dungeon. I masqueraded as a demon, for a time, before finding a way to ascend to godhood. This process took time, of course, but it was far quicker than I thought it was, thanks to the way that Belief can change and empower immortal beings, making them more than they once were.

“However, my initiation to the System, most notably that part that dealt with the godly realm, was incomplete. For, since there had never been a System on Earth during all of human civilization, there were no System-recognized gods to welcome me upon my ascension. Because of this, the System had not fully recognized my divinity.”

I paused for a moment, and then pressed on. “However, just recently, I was introduced to other gods directly. ‘In the flesh’, you might say. This completed the System’s recognition of me, and unlocked those areas where I was still bound as a deity, including granting me access to the wisdom of other gods, from across the galaxy.

“This happened only recently, as I said. However, I have already met with a couple divinities since, and they have been successfully integrated into the System, gaining full access, as I did. So, I now reach out to you, so you can gain full recognition. If you so choose, you might also reach out to those other gods you have a connection to, thanks to your shared mythologies, and bring them fully into the System as well.”

“Mmm, that’s all very prettily said,” Harlot Mary purred out, “but we all know that you are not the kind of god that does something for nothing. Like all men, you want something from us. Something that is worth giving this ‘gift’ to us without first trying to bind us with one of the contracts you so love. Yes, I know about those. I may not be able to affect the area under your dominion, outside of my own small shrine, but that does not mean I cannot cast my senses out, and see what you’ve been doing.”

“As much as it pains me to agree with the common whore—”

“Excuse me! I am an exceptional whore!”

Freyja grimaced, and continued, “As much as it pains me to agree with this… woman, it is true that I have watched your actions in this dungeon. You do not do things simply out of the goodness of your heart. What is it that you want from us?”

“Nothing.” The two goddesses looked at me askance. “No, seriously. While I would not mind a friendly relationship with the two of you, I will settle for us not being enemies, and you knowing that I gave you this gift without any talk of recompense or debt. Perhaps you will think better about me? Even if that is not the case, you will still be another voice in the galactic network of gods, a bulwark against foreign gods coming in, uninvited, to try and claim humans as their own.”

I smiled at them, and said, “I would much rather deal with Human gods, than alien gods who lack many of the traits that make human gods so much fun. That is all. Now, allow me to show you how to access GodNet…”