Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

"A pleasure to meet you. I am Lune, high elf of the Legion of Wrath."

"The pleasure is mine. Gotdaihal Leo. I serve as head of the marquis’s house."

The marquis met privately with the high elf called Lune. He had been seeing elves fairly often lately, but a brown-haired high elf was a first in his life.

’They said high elves have sharper ears and greater beauty.’

Not one word of the old tales was wrong. The high elf named Lune before him was more beautiful than any being he had ever laid eyes on.

Even his pride, which had been standing at attention quite often as of late, felt nothing but holiness at the sight of her; no vulgar lust stirred. Had it stirred, the meeting would have ended then and there.

"To come flying in at such a late hour... what brings you?"

"I flew here to ask a favor of you."

"A favor?"

"Yes. I’ve come as a representative of the legion."

Entrusting a high elf with representing the legion.

’Does that mean the high elves aren’t simply being used as messengers?’

The marquis felt a bitterness at how deeply the elves had penetrated the Demon King’s Army leadership, and at the same time a relief that they were at least capable of talking with humans.

"At present the elves have split in two. Those who entered the Demon King’s Army alongside the queen, and those who left the forest. Two camps."

"...Should you be telling me such things?"

"An explanation has to come first if I’m going to ask a favor. The problem is that those who left the forest have fallen into terrible danger."

The high elf drew a map from inside her robe. At the edge of the roughly sketched map of the Elven Forest and its surroundings, an X was marked in red.

"What is this place?"

"The dungeon presumed to have captured the elves. Let me say up front that it is not the Legion of Wrath’s dungeon. It is an entirely separate dungeon, unrelated to us."

"...Hm."

The marquis felt relief inwardly, but he hardened his expression and stroked his chin.

"You want us to subjugate a dungeon?"

"We want to subjugate the dungeon together with you."

"Are you not part of the same Demon King’s Army?"

"Being under the Demon King’s Army does not make the legions the same. It has been confirmed that they are slaughtering elves without mercy, and so the Commander of the Legion of Wrath has decided to put them down."

With a sorrowful look, the high elf drew something out from her front. The golden hair, soft as velvet, was crusted with dried blood.

"This was found near the enemy’s position. She must have been fleeing when..."

"..."

It wasn’t tangled, but the sharp reek of blood clung heavily to it.

There was even the stench peculiar to demons soaked into it. If a single lock of hair made that much plain, it took no time at all to grasp how the elves were being treated.

Only.

’Isn’t elves doing it with demons just an everyday thing now?’

"It’s different."

"...?"

For a moment the marquis searched his memory to see whether he had spoken his thoughts aloud. But no matter how he thought about it, he hadn’t said a word out loud. So how was the other party speaking as if to rebut him?

"Your expression is all I need. I am a high elf, after all."

"...Ngh."

"I understand well what worries you, Marquis. What difference is there between our legion and that dungeon? The proof of it... is this."

The high elf removed the white glove from her hand. On the fourth finger of a left hand whiter and finer than any royal princess’s sat a ring woven from twigs.

"I see."

Only then did the marquis fully grasp the relationship between the Legion of Wrath and the Demon King’s Army.

"A marriage alliance..."

"It’s hard to judge by human standards, but it’s close enough. Unlike the Legion of Wrath, which treats elves as a race no different from any other demon, they think of elves as sex slaves and will turn them into brood hens for laying eggs. Our legion cannot tolerate their conduct."

"..."

The marquis’s mind raced. If what they said was true, this was a golden opportunity to rescue elves who had been raped.

’Not even the Church would be able to say a word against this.’

It was a chance to reopen relations with the elves, who had cut off all contact with the human alliance because of the witch Levis. Their hostility was aimed at the Church, not at humanity as a whole.

"...Very well. Let us do this."

The marquis scratched away at a blank sheet of parchment with a quill.

"I will mobilize knight orders with experience subjugating dungeons. I will recruit famous adventurers as well. This is for the sake of rescuing elves; it is not a war against the Legion of Wrath."

"We will provide a certain amount of support for the necessary funds. Of course, we have no gold coins that circulate in the human world, so this is all we can offer...."

The elf standing behind the high elf like a bodyguard lifted her leg slightly. At the sight of the black pantyhose, the marquis’s head went light.

"...That will be more than sufficient."

"One more thing. Should the human side rescue elves, or dark elves, from the enemy dungeon...."

The high elf smiled brightly and toyed with her ring.

"So long as the elves themselves consent, the queen has said your house may take charge of their custody."

"...!!"

***

[Meanwhile, in Flauros’s dungeon.]

"I see. So you like the name Flauros? Because it feels like a name your father gave you? ...Well, you’re not wrong."

Inside the stump, the divine tree sat facing Flauros’s main body and stroked her head.

"You’ve grown well. For tens of thousands of years I’ve borne nothing but elves as the World Tree, yet you are the child I bore with this very body. I raised you until your first leaves came in... after that, that bastard of a father of yours raised you."

Gyurrrk.

"What? He raised you with love regardless? ...The rascal. So he has at least a shred of decency left in him. And how do you find life here? Nothing uncomfortable about being a dungeon master?"

Gurrk, gurrgle.

Flauros lifted a tentacle branch as though showing off. Hanging there was Levis, her whole body still wound in cock tentacles, laying eggs in a daze.

"Oho, isn’t that the half-blood daughter of a Holy Dragon? Well done, you truly are my daughter. You’ve sown a tremendous amount of seed into that one. Yes, a tree ought to propagate."

Byurrrk.

Flauros drove her tentacles into Levis and spilled her seed. The World Tree clapped at the sight and stroked Flauros.

"Well done. I saw it on the way in. Some of the orcs and other monsters in this dungeon have your genes mixed into them. From the look of it, you take the Legion Commander’s seed and sow it inside that one, don’t you? Splendid."

"Wh-who the hell are you...!"

"Me? I’m the divine tree of the Elven Forest. You lot call me the World Tree."

"...!! Then why are you in a place like this?!"

The divine tree pulled Flauros into her chest. At that, Flauros’s tentacle cocks began to squirm and thicken further.

"Ghk, hnnngh!"

Naturally, the tentacle cocks buried in Levis front and back began to swell in girth as well.

"Sturdy body, being a half dragon. Watch closely, daughter. This is how you train someone with branches."

The divine tree swept her hand through the air like a conductor leading an orchestra. The thickened tentacle cocks coiled around Levis’s wrists and hoisted her into the air.

"Do it this way and you don’t have to go to the trouble of thrusting the branches yourself."

At a gesture from the divine tree, a single root rose up toward Levis. Split at the tip into front and back, the root stood rigidly erect, like a pair of cocks meant for a pair of holes.

"This way you don’t have to keep holding her up with a branch. How’s that? Easier?"

Gurrgle.

Flauros hugged the divine tree tight and bounced up and down. Levis thrashed her body wildly, trying to resist as she was lowered onto the root cocks.

Gurrk.

"Hm? She has to lay an egg every two hours? Then you simply thrust up from below, don’t you?"

"Hnnngaaah!!"

At the touch of the divine tree’s roots, Levis burst out a violent moan. She should have grown used to it by now, yet the thick, deliberate handling, so plainly different from before, sent shudders through her whole body.

"And simply letting her lay them is no fun. Like this...."

Creak, crrreak!

The root tentacle buried inside Levis’s pussy split into several strands. The roots plastered themselves to her inner walls as though waiting to receive something, and Levis instinctively sensed something was wrong and screamed.

"N-no, don’t!!"

"Fasten them like suction cups, and pull it out by force."

Flauros made the root cocks cling tight to the egg. Levis clenched down, trying to keep the egg from slipping out, but the cock tentacle teasing her ass made her strength give way in moments.

"Ah, hyiik!!"

In the end, the instant she came, lightly, all the strength drained from her body. Flauros yanked the egg out of Levis by force.

Shaaaa!!

The tattoo branded on Levis’s lower belly burst with pink light. The sex magic that converted even pain into pleasure had her drooling as she blacked out.

Glurp, glurp.

The egg Levis had laid was sucked up into Flauros’s roots. The divine tree stroked Flauros’s head in approval of her technique.

"Yes. Not letting her lay even the egg she wants to lay on her own terms. That is what true training is."

Gurrrr.

"...? How do I know such things? Heh, how do you think I bore you? Ah, it still gives me chills. His hands on me, violating me like that and forcing me to lay eggs... heh heh heh...."

Flauros’s tentacle cocks began to tremble like an aspen in the wind.

***

"I’m back. We’ve formed an alliance with the humans."

"Well done, Lune."

I welcomed Lune and the elves as they flew back across the canyon. Not a scratch on any of them, and they’d returned faster than expected.

"Was the marquis scheming anything?"

"He seems to have something up his sleeve, but I don’t think it’s worth worrying about. He clearly agreed with forming a joint front against Astaroth’s dungeon, and he was especially pleased about being handed custody of the elves."

"Sure. Assuming those bastards manage to rescue any."

There was no telling how many elves were still alive, and rescuing even those wouldn’t be easy. But it was also a golden opportunity to save elves.

"There are bound to be some with strange fantasies. Men who imagine that if they rescue an elf raped by demons, she’ll fall for them like the hero out of a fairy tale. Let’s put those fantasies to work for us."

Along with the vast wealth sure to be in the dungeon, the chance to make a rescued elf their own ’property.’

"With that on the table, even men who couldn’t care less about money will bite. Elves aren’t exactly easy to come by."

"Heh, but you have no intention of just handing them over, do you, master?"

"Of course not. They rejected Ras and left our legion, but an elf is an elf. Even if they’ve become dark elves instead of Cookie elves, there’s still one chance left."

Reincarnation Spawning.

In the process of an orc sowing his seed and her laying eggs, the odds are miserable, but she can be reborn in a new body.

That means she can regain her virginity, and there’s a possibility of returning to her original skin color instead of a dark elf’s.

"We’ll catch every last one of them again and make them elves of our legion. And we’ll have them laying eggs every single day. Reborn anew, with their virginity restored and their ears grown back."

"Hnn."

I gave Lune’s ear a light tug. To think someone had cut off this adorable little heat switch that leaks love juices automatically when you press it. How could I possibly not go to war with the Astaroth legion?

"Cutting off an elf’s ear? That’s the same as cutting off a demon’s or a beastman’s horns, their handles."

"Handles? Ah, you mean the ones you grab while you fuck their mouth?"

"Exactly."

Lune broke into a wide grin and knelt in front of me. She lifted her robe aside herself, pulled down my pants, took my erect cock into her mouth, and waited there quietly.

I seized her ears. Grab. Having done this any number of times already, Lune let the strength drain from her head and gave her body over to my hands.

Squelch, squelch.

Holding her ears, I rocked her head back and forth. Resistance had its charms, but there was a different kind of pleasure in no resistance at all.

"Cutting off ears like these... Astaroth, you bastard, you just sit tight and wait for me."

Driving my cock into Lune’s mouth-pussy, I shouted toward Astaroth’s dungeon.

"It’s war, you clueless bastards who don’t know what’s hot."

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