With his palms full of her hips and waist, Devon gulped. "Sorry!" he shouted.
"It's okay," the busty female warrior with warpaint on her face said with a laugh, backing her ass slightly into him in a teasing manner. "You like this?"
Devon swallowed again, this time a little bit lost for words.
The grinning beauty licked her lips and twerked her ass up and down on him, her plump butt dancing on top of his pants seductively. Surprisingly, none of the other female warriors of the tribe seemed to care about what was going on, as if it was business like usual for one of the warriors to have her ass on Devon's crotch.
But that was put to a halt, and Devon was forced to tuck away his boner, when a dwarven howl came from within the massive cavern entrance.
"Quick, we must go!" the female warrior with the gorgeous sun-kissed tanned face who was just grinding her ass against Devon's crotch said.
"Yes ma'am," Devon mumbled in reply.
The all-female amazon war party filled with gorgeous babes and busty beauties entered the large cavern with spears in hand, the way onwards lit up by torches left by the dwarves. Signs and shouts of battle were coming from within.
Moving from a march to a sprint, the amazons leapt forward into the darkness, entering deeper into the cavern which was starting to look a lot more like a dungeon than anything else. Devon suddenly was reminded of one of the very first combat missions that he was presented with way back at Malon. It had something to do with dungeon crawling or clearing a dungeon. Back then, he had so little combat experience and strength that he knew that he'd get absolutely screwed on any kind of combat mission.
But now, things were different. He had the Mjolnir by his side, magic at his disposal with the completely bonkers broken [Blessing of the Witch] active ability, and his footwork and battle intuition had improved tremendously due to the real-life experience and practice he got fighting bandits and rebels and all sort of ne'er-do-wells.
Speaking of the guild… Devon rummaged in his pocket and took out a familiar obsidian card. His points accrued actually changed for some reason, despite the fact that he never managed to get back to a guild to report his quest completions. On the back, there was a floating tally in magical inscription that accumulated the number of things that he had killed, called [Enemies Subdued]. Apparently he could accrue points for killing enemies.
It even divided by type, with almost a dozen kills counted in the humans killed category, a handful in the beasts killed category, and one in the demons killed category. That one kill on the demon gave him a whopping thousand points, compared to between one to five for a human or beast kill.
Ah yes, the demon that literally ripped him into shreds and he only managed to kill by self destructing his own body with a mana bomb. That was an experience he hoped he'd never have to relive.
Either way, that was good. The more points that he had, the faster that he could upgrade his adventurer rank. And the more adventurer rank he had, the more gold and babes would follow. He might even want to buy his own estate some day, just like the estate of that lusty earl's wife he porked all night a while ago.
The growl of jaguars and shouts of dwarves from up ahead in the cavern signalled that combat was about to begin once again. Devon pocketed his obsidian guild backrooms card, and prepared for combat.
It felt kind of good to know that every kill on a jaguar he made would increase his points on his guild backrooms card. Kind of made it feel like a video game, sort of, but instead of gaining stat points he was gaining glory and guild points that he could use to build a nice and comfortable life full of lewd acts with all his sex slaves, that he would have at that time, because he could afford to keep and maintain them. His libido salivated at the thought of owning sexy girls like that slave that madame Elisa kept around… the black haired one, her name was Lillia. The madame even kept her with a human sized cat bed beside her bed to sleep. One day, he'd be able to have lots of girls like Lillia around his mansion estate.
Devon drew the Mjolnir, eager to add more points into his pocket.
With just shy over a thousand points accrued on his backrooms guilds obsidian card, Devon was looking forward to seeing what kind of amenities he could purchase with that kind of point accumulation.
"Charge!"
"Let's route these jaguars!"
"Ayayayayaya!"
The battle cries of the large breasted amazons were met by relieved sighs from the dwarves up ahead, who had already deployed their massive net siege engines and portable ballistic systems against the oversized and highly dangerous jaguars that roamed the treacherous jungle.
Numbering almost a hundred, the massive jaguars were clearly in their home territory here, using the dark corners of the cavern to their advantage to launch surprise attacks and attempt to drag unsuspecting dwarves away.
The dwarves combatted the darkness by installing their oil lanterns at key positions on rocks for central visibility and attached to the cavern walls to illuminate the corners of the room. But Devon noticed that the jaguars, which had a heightened visual acuity in the dark compared to dwarves and humans, were specifically targeting those oil lanterns, trying to swat them down or tear them from the wall as best as they could. The dwarves were retaliating by defending the lanterns as groups, and so there were huddles of dwarves and a siege weapon around two or three installations of lamps.
Four massive jaguars leapt at a small dwarven group huddled around a lamp installment guarded by a dwarf piloted ballistic siege weapon. The ballistic piercing arrow missed, and the mace wielding dwarves took a few quick swings before they were knocked down by the overwhelming size advantage of the jungle cats.
The jaws came down fast and without mercy. Despite the struggles of the poor dwarf pinned underneath that giant jaguar, the jaguar's teeth clamped around its neck and bit in. These beasts were experts at killing, and went straight for the jugular by the most literal and originating meaning of the phrase.
Devon sped into action. Despite not knowing them for long, he thought of the dwarves as nice people. He wasn't going to just sit around watching them die for no reason.
And plus, there were points to be collected.
Summoning a gust of tailwind behind him, Devon accelerated with an uncontrolled poof of wind, stumbling forwards after closing a ten meter distance within a second. Regaining his balance, he caught the jaguar who was still stooped over the dying dwarf and swung the moonlight steel blade with the pommel of Mjolnir from left to right, the blade lacerating horizontally across its body.
The slice was powerful, but also poorly controlled. Devon lost his grip on the sword and it came out of his grasp.
Without missing a split second, he remembered the busty blonde haired Knight Aurora's spear and magic swordsmanship technique, and conjured a plume of his favorite element– the wind element– in his left palm. Remembering to sharpen and hone the puff of wind into a deadly slicing miniature galestorm, he let loose the magic on the jaguar's behind.
The cutting wind blast sliced right into the jaguar's back muscle, dealing debilitating damage in conjunction with the sword swing from earlier. The beast fell, and Devon felt a very faint glow coming from within his pocket as the magic kill counter accrued another five points for his obsidian card from a beast kill.
The other three jaguars that attacked with the one he just killed looked startled by the sudden appearance of a wind mage. They backed off into the shadows, stalking and looking for a new opportunity to strike.
"Thank you, lad," the dwarf who was lying on the ground said with a cracked grin. Half his tooth was missing and blood was dripping from his mouth, and there was a mangled laceration at the side of his neck from the jaws of the beast, but he was very much alive. The dwarves were much hardier folk than Devon had first anticipated.
"No problem," Devon replied, giving the dwarf a helping hand to get back up on his feet.
The rest of the huddle of dwarves gave him approving nods, as the ballistic siege engine pilot dwarf gave him a thumbs up before rearming his ballistic machine.
On the other side of the battlefield, it was just flashes of boobs and ass everywhere, as the gorgeous yet deadly all-female hit squad of large women who looked like oversexualized and unrealistically curvy products of an MMO character creation screen took the combat to the jaguars with deadly efficiency.
It was a lot different compared to when only Vesta and Echo were escorting the dwarven convoy. With such a formidable force of female warriors this time around, their fighting power was multiplied by tenfold.
Devon could just sit back as those bouncing asses and tits clear the entire room of beasts with such flare and expertise.
I forgot to post public chapters for a while hehe~ patr eon.com/melonball is now 100 chapters ahead~
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