1st Guild Master, Kon
I walked off the doors of the crumbling ice castle; not long after, the entire majestic structure fell down, sending fast winds and clouds of snow everywhere, shards of glass shot far upwards, and the earth shaking beneath my feet. As I exited the dying [Dungeon]’s corpse, I stepped into a frozen bloodied battlefield, multiple thousands of corpses of monsters which had their foreheads open with a hole laying around, dismembered, squashed, impaled, destroyed.
Finally, I decided I was far enough from my last target, that even if the core fragments made a mess, we should be safe after coming out. I raised a hand, and conjured skill:
“[Pocket Dimension]”
In a blink of an eye, I wasn’t surrounded by cold and death, anymore but in a warm, relaxing garden. A stream of pure water came down a small waterfall to my left, and swirled around the hills ahead. I followed the dirt road through fruit trees, and beautiful flowers, until I reached a wooden cabin: inside, it wasn’t luxurious, but soothing, heartwarming, and the place has been kept tidy and clean, and I could smell something cooking. It was idyllic, fitting to the outside scenery always stuck middle sunset. It felt like home.
“Welcome back”, a tall woman with long straight black hair came from one of the rooms beyond the living room, wearing only a black shirt that didn’t really cover her panties completely.
She had red eyes with vertical pupils, hands, and foot covered in black scales, and a long and slim dark snake tail from the end of her back. A calming smile. A perfect body. She was beautiful, and often people saw her as the perfect woman, though there was more to her.
My older sister, Ur.
“So? How was your quest?”, she asked, handing me a cup of herbal infusion.
“I was too late”, I pulled down the bandana covering my mouth, and my older sister helped me take off the heavy jacket; I was all in black, heavily equipped with the best possible loot I could find inside the thousands of [Dungeons] I dived into before. “They killed the [Dungeon] consciousness, and had already hundreds of thousands of monsters inside”, taking a seat by the window, and staring at the fake outside, I finally took a sip from the cup. I smiled, before complimenting: “It is good”.
My older sister, laughing, replied:
“You just like anything I that do.”
“Because everything that you do is delicious.”
She sat by my side, her fingers running over her right, and artificial leg, made out of the bones of some marine monster, and magically infused so it would act as a normal leg.
“There are news from the south”, she said.
“Another [Dungeon] went rogue already?”, I sighed, feeling my back sink into the couched seat, tiredly.
“No, someone found and killed them before they managed to do so. There was even a [Voider], apparently, though it was a low leveled one.”
“Where? “
“Remember that weird flying snake [Dungeon] from a few years ago?”
I wasn’t quite sure that the incident happened just a “few” years ago, but it was hard to keep track of time when you’re, pretty much, immortal, so I nodded nevertheless, remembering what happened back then:
“There was a single one of their lackeys inside, but I couldn’t find anyone else, not even a passage for a secret room inside.”
“Well, apparently, they were using that [Dungeon] as a place to find new recruits: a [spell] could sense someone’s hate towards the [Gods], and would send the monsters to capture these people through a portal. The bad guy was on the other side of the portal, and when he and his favorite toys died, a [Voider] was summoned, so maybe they really wanted to keep the place.”
“Of course they would, the Beginners’ City is relatively nearby, and it holds many adventurers, some of these people would surely become strong enough, and be sent to that [Dungeon]. Plus they already escaped my grasp once, it was worth it for even a [Voider] try to protect it”, I brought a hand to my chin, thinking out loud. I sighed, concluding: “We will need to investigate it, but maybe we will need these whoever activated this [Spell] in the first place. Perhaps we could even go to where the [Voider] came from?’, things were getting weirdly more agitated by the day, after all.
Just like with my last mission, they weren’t even making much effort to keep as hidden as possible, as they did a few decades ago; their hijacked [Dungeons] unable to support their armies fully inside themselves anymore. I feared they were about to do something, whatever their plans were.
I was still thinking about the next mission, when my older sister took the drink from my hand, and turned it so she could drink from the exact same place my lips were touching just a second ago. Looking let down, she said:
“All you think is work”, closing her eyes for a moment, she ran her tongue ran across her lips, as if tasting the indirect kiss. “You’ve been inside that rogue [Dungeon] for months already, you know? Your big sis was very lonely”, she put away the cup, and approached me, crawling on all fours over the couch. “I could only masturbate to your used shirts, and even them lose their smell after some time, you know?”
Often people saw her as the perfect woman… Though there was more to her: when we were alone, she was as needy and spoiled as she truly wanted.
My older sister’s breath became quicker, and because of the upper position of my eyes, I could see all of her voluminous breasts, and her nipples hardening through the neckline of her shirt. My shirt, that she was wearing.
“I’m sorry”, taking my gloves off, and revealing the same scaly black hands as her, I felt my older sister’s face, my thumb-stopping over her mouth, when I pushed inside of it, feeling her caring tongue and bite. “I promise you, but there was never a day when I didn’t think about you.”
My older sister mounted me, and she kissed me desperately, and hastily pulled my pants down, revealing my erect self, I gripped firmly onto her one thigh, and what I craved so much during my mission.
I felt just right inside of her, like we’ve been truly made for one another. And, maybe we were.
My older sister took off the shirt she was wearing, and I immediately started to suck on her breasts, to grip and massage them.
“Do you like them? Your own older sister’s tits?”
“Yes”, I said between gasps for air; my heart was beating faster than in any fight I ever fought. “I love them, big sister.”
Moaning loud, she pressed my head closer to her, almost suffocating me with her bare breasts, without ever stopping moving her hips; and I gritted my teeth, about to explode.
“Sister!”, I muttered, tightening my grip onto her body.
“Give it to me, little brother, give it to me! Cover your own older sister with your c**!”, she was screaming already. And I loved it, her voice, her face melted in pleasure.
In the last second, I reversed our positions, and finished the deal right over her groin, coating all of it with my semen.
“We’re not done just yet, little brother”, my sister’s hand reached for my still throbbing member, and re-inserted it: somehow, it felt even better, even more wrong to continue to have sex with my own blood related older sister, after I came all over her.
Yeah, world-saving and everything would need to wait a little more, my older sister was horny, and as a good younger brother there was nothing I could do but help her. Plus, I was into all of this evil-organization-pursuing because of her in the first place.
