"It is simple. You understand what I am saying, which is enough. I will ask you certain words, and you say it in your language."
Said Zach.
As their conversation in attempted translation continued, Amy finally reached the end of the incubation period and nervously gripped onto a tentacle with each hand, while another came across her face, allowing her to bite into it.
She groaned in pain and bit deeply into the black tentacle, while giving birth to the new monsters, one at a time. The entire process was over in ten minutes, but it left the young elf woman sore and exhausted, as she weakly rested while panting and using her healing magic to boost her vitality up quickly.
[Skill Level Up: Dungeon Facility Construction
The dungeon core gave a celebratory spin and hop as an important skill levelled up after a lot of usage and unlocked a storage crate and blast furnace facility.
While he was contemplating the level up—The elf soon got up and brought over the bucket made of stone by Zach as well as a cloth rag of her old teammates.
"Water." She demanded while pointing inside the bucket.
After fulfilling her request, she soaked and wrung out the cloth rag before using it to wipe the messy mix of her own fluid and dungeon seed off her vagina and inner thighs. She then used a bit of beggar's soap to sanitize and do a final clean before getting dressed again.
"Outside. Toilet!" She demanded next.
The elf had pleased the dungeon greatly, so he was more than willing to remove the bars of her room. He also didn't send an escort with her, as he felt no issues with trusting her. Whether this was wise was left undetermined. He already viewed her as his, and that his dungeon was her home. Even if she ran away, he could see through her eyes and still talk to her.
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Amy's POV
Amy was shocked and frightened when the dungeon had spoken to her in her mind. It appeared that the warm embrace she felt was the dungeon somehow entering inside her body, and not her Gods work and now a piece seemed to be attached to her permanently. This allowed the dungeon to speak inside her mind as it willed, but apparently couldn't read her thoughts, as this form of communication was unidirectional.
"If you are the dungeon, get rid of this evil thing from my prison!" She demanded while indicating towards the breeder.
Her purity had been lost in a way she would never forget, and she was barely keeping her mind together whenever she sees it.
'Yes, it is about time you complete your duty. Hurry up and make me new villagers,' the dungeon's voice rang in her head, a distinctly masculine voice.
"That is not what I said! I will not allow that thing to defile my body again!" She resolutely shouted, but her confidence rapidly collapsed when his voice turn threateningly towards her.
'It… can't understand me…' Amy thought to herself in depression.
With no more confidence to defy the dungeon, she took off her clothes and sat in the evilest device a dungeon could make, the breeder.
The breeding session, as she referred to it, was a large mix of pleasures she felt utmost guilt in admitting felt good. There was none of the pain of losing her virginity again, the broken hymen healed from her mana and natural regeneration. However, the penis tentacle was intimidatingly large, so there was a bit of pain as it spread her wide open and penetrated inside her.
After a while though, the euphoria filled her mind and everything was white, allowing her to escape from her pains into a world of lust. She desperately clung to this feeling in which she could escape from reality, and it was also her greatest guilt of letting herself being used by the same being that killed her teammates and defiled her body.
Things abruptly changed, however, when the penis slid out of her and thrust into her ass. It didn't tease or loosen it up first, instead catching her when she was unaware and struck the bullseye like a bolt of lightning.
She instinctively clenched… hard.
She was dumbstruck, not even reacting to the burning pain at the start. She very quickly started struggling against her bond to pull the thing out, even trying to wriggle out of it, but the evil thing slipped in further.
"Out! Get it out! Such a filthy, vile thing!" Any fear of the dungeon had vanished in this moment as she shouted in outrage.
"Stop struggling, idiot elf. What are you so panicked about? It is just a bit of side pleasure. Close your eyes, I take care of my things."
The dungeon's voice responded in her head, rendering her speechless.
'It called me an idiot? And its thing? A bit of side pleasure?' Amy thought to herself in shock, unsure whether to question its sanity or be even further outraged. Perhaps both.
She forced herself to calm down and forcibly shut her eyes, following the dungeon's commands for now. Struggling wasn't going to make this breeding session go any quicker.
Another penis tentacle invaded her vagina again, the other one still inside her ass. Her front and rear doors were stretched to their maximum, the tentacles moving at different speeds which gave a strange sense of pleasure. The ones playing with her ears and c-cup breasts only added to the stimulation.
The tentacle in her ass couldn't move much due to the tightness, but when it did, it gave her a shiver of pleasure she determined never to reveal felt enjoyable, not even under pain of death.
After the session was over, she felt the dungeon's seed seeping out of both her entrances. The goop sliding out of her ass, however, felt particularly bad, as if she was soiling herself.
To keep her mind off of it, she grabbed the hair she used to take much pride in and began plaiting it while humming an elven song. There was a trace of deep sadness in the song, not from the origin of it, but from her loss of her home, family, friends, and life as she knew it.
The dungeon was evil—no, it had no concept of evil and good. At least, not one she could understand. It seemed to view things completely differently from the rest of the world and was incompatible with her thought process.
She was unhappy with the dungeon, but for some reason could not find it in herself to hate it. Humans were different, however. She truly hated them with every fibre of her being. It didn't matter to her whether there were good humans, or they hadn't participated in raping, pillaging, and murdering her village—she hated them all.
It spoke to her after that, demanding she not be sad, a phrase she almost found depressingly laughable. It then proposed the idea of her teaching it Elvish, so it could understand what she said.