Castle core dark harem p.., p.11
Castle Core: Dark Harem: Part 5, page 11
Duggar
“Damn it!” I roar as the lass vanishes into the well.
I should’ve never let Maya come. Core’s will or not, she wasn’t ready.
But the swarm of rats pouring out is a more immediate problem.
“Fire Bomb!” Kali yells behind me.
A flaming orb the size of an apple arcs overhead and hits the ground with a dull thud. Flames explode outward in a ten-foot ring, scorching fur, igniting flesh. The air fills with the shriek of burning rats and the sickening stench of cooked flesh.
Though some of the nasty critters escape the conflagration.
I plant my boots wide, shield up, and brace. A fat rat the size of a housecat lunges at me. I kick it midair, slamming it into the edge of the well. It bursts in a wet, bloody pop.
“Back, you filthy varmints!” I shout.
Kirsa moves in beside me, slashing with her short sword, quick and efficient. One of the larger ones sinks its teeth into her leg. She grunts, drives her blade down, and pins it twitching carcass to the ground.
Kali swings her short staff and caves in the skull of a rat. Another leaps, and she knocks it aside midair.
“No point wasting mana,” she mutters.
Rats crawl over my greaves. I stomp and then swing my shield like a flail. Crunching bone, snapping teeth, squeals, and screeches—until, finally, the last of the rodents is dead.
Silence crashes down like a blade.
I rush to the well’s edge, panting.
The stone, smooth and cold, is sealed shut.
“Shit,” I growl, slamming a fist into the rim. Pain shoots up my arm. “Shit shit shit shit shit!
Dominion Lord
“Looks like the aphrodisiac is stronger than we thought,” I murmur, brushing a knuckle along Lilith’s cheek.
“I only used a drop of my essence, Master,” she purrs, pressing into my touch.
“I just wanted a mild distraction,” I say, watching the scene below unfold. “Something to make one of them a little too flustered to focus. Maybe gawk at the girls – or if it was one of the girls – to gawk at Timman or Duggar – instead of participating in the fight. To admire how their muscles strained, or their hips moved as they fought.”
But this? This was something else.
“Your single drop was so potent he stripped naked mid-battle.”
Not exactly thrilled about a man getting butt naked in my castle. But… I suppose I brought this on myself.
The Viagra in a Bottle elixir was crafted to last six hours and leave women pliant, desperate, begging. This aphrodisiac, on the other hand, is supposed to be subtle—more like a buzzed bard in a tavern unable to tear his eyes away from the beautiful, big tittied barmaid.
This is carnal madness.
“As alluring as the three girls are,” I continue, “it’s still you, the voice in the well, he’s responding to. You’re the one he wants, my lovely Lilith.”
She grins, sharp and wicked. “But I’m yours, Master. Now and forever.”
“Seems like The Healer might be in for a hard time,” Desire says, with a smirk.
Lilith giggles. “A very hard time.”
Maya
I’m yanked through a void of absolute blackness—weightless, spinning—and then I see it: a sickly green light rising to meet me.
The bottom of the well.
I slam into it feet first, water splashing up my calves. The stone beneath me is slick, and before I can move, something writhes around my leg, a thick, wet creeper curling with unnatural speed. Another lashes around my waist, yanking tight.
I grit my teeth and wrench my arm free. My fingers close around the knife at my hip. With a snarl, I start slicing. The vine is rubbery, fibrous, and tougher than I expect. It screeches, actually screeches, as I carve into it, black sap oozing from the cuts. The blade hacks out furrows, again and again, until the tendrils quiver and recoil, slithering back into the muck.
Panting, I whirl toward Timman.
He’s almost completely cocooned, his powerful frame pinned by layers of glistening creepers. They’ve wrapped him chest to toe, coiling up his throat like some perverse lover ready to smother him. His head lolls back, eyes half-lidded, breath shallow.
He’s not even trying to fight. He’s gone, entranced or worse.
“No!” I shout.
I have to save my Timman!
I slash at the vines climbing his throat, careful not to nick his skin. The tension in them fights me at first, but then they start to tremble, as I dig in deeper, slicing, and tearing. The creepers finally slip free with a wet snap.
Timman collapses forward.
His naked body crashes into me. He’s hot, heavy – slick with sweat and muck. I grunt, catching him awkwardly. Even through my Healer’s robes, I feel the hard curve of his penis pressing against my thigh.
His breath is warm against my neck. His scent is a mixture of musk, dirt, and something faintly wild. And it floods my senses.
I shiver.
Not from fear this time.
From the closeness. From the heat radiating from him. From something I don’t want to name.
Timman gasps against me, his chest heaving, arms heavy around my shoulders. But then—he stiffens.
“Mistress…” he breathes.
I freeze.
“Mistress,” he says again, louder this time. There's a hunger in his voice now—needy, raw. He pulls away from me with a groan, swaying unsteadily. His hands clench into fists at his sides.
“Mistress!” he roars.
His eyes dart around the well chamber, wild and desperate. The green light pulses faintly from somewhere in the moss-slick walls. He stares into the gloom, searching for someone who isn’t there. His breathing quickens, mouth curling into a snarl.
Then he turns to me.
The moment his eyes land on me, I know.
Lust—unchecked and burning—flares in his gaze like a bonfire. His muscles tense, and then he’s on me.
“Timman—wait—!”
He slams me back against the curved wall of the well, his bare chest pressing into my robed frame. The stone digs into my spine. His hands trap me, one on each side of my torso.
“Get off me!” I cry, pushing at him, but he’s solid as a wall. “This… this isn’t you, Timman!”
He’s not listening. His eyes are locked on me like I’m prey. His lips curl into a grin—hungry and not quite human.
I slap him across the face.
It barely registers.
“I said stop!” My voice cracks with panic. “You’re under some spell. This isn’t you!”
For a second—just a second—his eyes flicker with confusion and doubt.
Then they darken again.
And I realize: whatever has taken hold of him... it’s not done yet.
It needs to come out. To be released.
Dominion Lord
“I suppose when you didn’t answer him, my sweet,” I murmur to Lilith, pulling her curvy, naked form into my lap, “he realized his Mistress wasn’t there to quench his lust. So now he’s turned to the next warm body – the virgin.”
Timman slams Maya against the wall of the well, the force of it jarring enough to make her teeth clatter. She gasps, and he’s already on her—mouth crashing into hers with no finesse, just animalistic hunger. His hand grabs the back of her head, holding her in place as he devours her lips, muffling her screams. His other hand claws at her robes, yanking them up with growing violence.
“The aphrodisiac’s at its peak now,” I say, slipping by hands around Lilith and cupping her two firm tits. She lets off a content sigh.
Maya fights hard. However, Timman’s muscular body dwarfs hers, pressing her into the slick stone wall, grinding against her with all the desperation of a rutting beast. Her arms flail, fists pounding uselessly at his chest, her legs twisting to escape. But he pins her with the ease of a predator.
“She’s going to break,” Lilith purrs, eyes glowing. “The fear, the panic—it’s so sweet. So raw.”
“Looks like she might not be a virgin much longer,” Desire says lazily from where she lounges at my feet, trailing a finger down over her nipples.
I sigh.
“That’s a shame,” I murmur. “I had plans for her.”
Lilith giggles in delight, grinding against my thigh. “Should I stop him, Master? Whisper a few words to him to calm his mind?”
I don’t answer immediately. I watch Maya’s tear-streaked face twist between fear and fury. Her lips are bloody from his kisses. Her hands glow faintly—her magic trying to awaken, trying to defend.
“No,” I say at last. “Let’s see if the little dove can save herself. Or if she truly needs a monster’s mercy.”
I stroke Lilith’s thigh idly as the violence below continues to escalate.
Duggar
“There’s got to be a way down there,” I mutter, pacing beside the well.
“Doesn’t the well fill with water?” Kali asks sharply. “They could be drowning.”
“Not if they pull the lever,” Kirsa says quietly.
“You could try speaking to the Core,” Kirsa adds. “Plead with him to release them.”
I’ve thought of that. The Dominion Lord is usually talkative, mocking us or toying with us. But now… silence. The stillness feels deliberate.
“I can try,” I mutter, resting a hand on the edge of the well. “Are you there, Dominion Lord?”
Nothing. No voice. No smug laughter. Just silence.
I swallow hard. “We’re on our own.”
I turn to Kali. “Can you blast the top open? Or use some spell to turn stone to mud?”
“I could try,” she says, hesitant. “But if I miscalculate, the stones might crash down on them.”
“Blasting is out of the question then,” I say.
“What then?” Her voice wavers. “Leave them? Just keep moving?”
I glance at Kirsa, but she’s staring at the tower. “We’re stuck,” she says flatly. “Portcullis hasn’t budged. We’re not getting into the tower until whatever is happening in the well is resolved… one way or another.”
I clench my fists. “Shades!” I hiss. “He stripped for a reason. He looked… wrong. Possessed. If he hurts her…”
My voice trails off, my throat tightening.
“I swear, if he lays a hand on that girl, I’ll kill him myself … or die trying.”
Hopelessness coils in my gut. I was supposed to protect them. Instead, I’m standing here, helpless, impotent, listening to silence.
And waiting for the worst.
Maya
Now I know the fear Kali must have felt when the bandits nearly raped her.
Timman, my Timman, is about to do that to me.
I always wanted to kiss him.
For him to touch me… to take my maidenhood… but not like this.
I try to shove him back, but he’s too strong. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, and pain jolts through me. Blood gushes from the tear in my lip.
“Stop, Timman! Stop!” I cry out as he pulls back, panting, eyes wild—unfocused. Then his hands are clawing at my robes, trying to rip the fabric from my body.
He’s not hearing me. He’s not seeing me. He’s completely gone.
I reach up and press my palm to his chest, funneling mana, whispering the same spell I used on the orc. Sleep. But it barely registers. His heart’s hammering, adrenaline flooding his body too fast, too hot.
I need to cool the fire slowly, not smother it.
Another plan comes to me—insane and humiliating, but it might work.
I force myself to move fast. I pull off my robe before he tears it off completely, letting it fall into the muck. My skin prickles with cold as I stand in nothing but my bra and panties.
If I act like I want this… maybe I can control it.
I lift one trembling hand and place it gently on his chest, pressing into the center of his sternum. With the other, I channel my magic again.
Sedate.
The spell flows into him, not to knock him out, but to calm. To soothe. His muscles tremble, resisting—but the magic begins to take root. I keep the contact steady.
But calming his mind won’t be enough. He’s drowning in lust. If I don’t release it on my own terms… he’ll take it on his own.
My right hand moves down slowly, hesitant—until I find it. His penis is already fully erect, hot, and pulsing like a thing possessed. My fingers curl around it. I can barely fit my palm around the swollen shaft.
He growls, and his whole body jerks forward. His hips start moving, pumping into my hand with frantic need. His mouth finds my throat, teeth grazing skin, but the Sedate spell is working… he’s not gripping me as tightly. His breathing starts to hitch.
I stroke him, firm but controlled. His cock is slick with arousal, the head already leaking. The weight and heat of it in my hand makes my stomach turn, not from disgust—but from how real this is. How wrong this is.
This is my first time touching a man.
And I’m in a cursed well. Half-naked. Covered in sweat and fear.
With the man I dreamed about making me a woman.
His grunts grow louder. His hips snap forward harder. I can feel the tension building in him—his entire body coiling, trembling.
Then he gasps, and I feel it.
Hot.
Violent.
His sperm explodes in thick, heavy spurts, splattering my belly and thighs. It pours over me, string after string, sticking to my skin like glue. I shudder, my hand still around him, his manhood twitching with every pulse of release.
I stand frozen—his breath hot and ragged against my shoulder.
His weight is still on me. His scent fills my nose. My body trembles from more than just cold.
Do all men release this much cum? I wonder numbly. Or is it an effect of the aphrodisiac?
I don’t know.
But I do know this: I just gave Timman the release he needed.
Timman
Where am I?
I’m standing in the dark, my chest heaving.
My limbs are heavy. My head aches. My skin is slick with sweat and something else.
I look down.
I'm completely naked. My cock hangs soft and spent, streaked with the last of my release. My hands are shaking.
And Maya...
Gods.
She's standing in front of me, half-dressed, her bra askew, her thighs and belly coated in my cum. She’s not crying. Just staring up at me with wide, unreadable eyes.
“What… what happened?” I whisper.
My voice sounds wrong. Hoarse. Raw. Like I’ve been screaming.
“It was like a fog,” I say, swallowing hard. “Something… something crawled into my head. Took over. At first I thought it was just adrenaline, but it kept growing—every time I fought, every time I saw you or Kali or Kirsa—it got stronger. Hotter.”
I stagger back, pressing my hand to the mossy wall. I feel like I’m going to vomit.
“I couldn’t think straight. Just lust. And need. Like something else was living inside me.”
Maya stays silent cleaning my cum from her belly and chest before tugging her robe back over herself, the fabric clinging to her sticky skin. “
Her eyes still lock on mine. “You called out to someone. Said, Mistress. Like she was down here.”
I blink. The memory is faint—shattered images. A soft voice whispering promises. Claws around my mind.
“I… I was delirious,” I say. “I didn’t know what I was saying – what I was doing.”
She stares a moment longer. Then nods once, tightly.
And I see it in her face. She’s trying to give me a way out. Trying to forgive me before I even ask.
But I don’t deserve that.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out. “Maya, I—I didn’t want to hurt you. But I wasn’t in control.”
I can’t meet her eyes anymore, so I look away.
“Gods… I almost did it. I almost pushed you against the wall and forced myself on you.”
Just saying it makes my gut twist. My fists clench. I hate myself.
And yet… part of me still remembers the feel of her hand on me. Her skin. Her scent. The heat between her thighs brushing against mine as she stroked me.
The memory stirs something.
That’s what scares me most.
I drop my gaze to the muck at our feet.
“I don’t expect forgiveness,” I whisper. “But I need you to know. You saved me. You stopped me.”
There’s a long silence.
Then, from above, Duggar’s voice booms down the well: “The well’s open! Maya? Are you down there?”
Maya raises her chin. “I am,” she calls up. Her voice doesn’t tremble. “I’m fine. Timman is fine also.”
I flinch at that. I’m not sure I deserve to be called fine.
But she says it like a fact.
And maybe, just maybe… that’s the first step.
Dominion Lord
“A hand job, well that's just sad. She could have at least blown him,” I say.
“How do you think the other groups are going to respond to this... that a powerful aphrodisiac will make them lose their minds – and their clothing – until they have sexual release?” Desire asks.
“Now that I know how potent it is, we can certainly have some fun with it... But not on the Opal or Topaz sections, especially with newbie groups. And they won’t be saying anything about what just happened.”
“Why’s that Master?” Desire asks, her face flush. Her pussy glistens and I know watching the scene unfold in the well turned her on.
“Because I’m going to buy their silence, that’s why.”
Kali
“We’re coming up,” Maya shouts.
A minute later, her head emerges from the pitch-black void at the top of the well. I reach down and help her over the lip, her hands trembling just enough for me to notice. Her robe’s torn, hair a mess, eyes tired but alert.
“You okay, lass?” Duggar asks, scanning her from head to toe.
“I’m fine.”
“Did Timman…?” I pull her aside, lowering my voice. “Did he do anything to you?”
“My virtue’s still intact, if that’s what you’re asking,” she answers, sharp but weary.
“Then what happened down there? He was…” I shake my head. “He looked gone.”
