Outside of a few particularly dangerous and rare dungeons, all of which were well-known in these lands, the first room was always completely barren, and a guaranteed safe haven.

"Hey, before we begin," Nicky said, stashing her (perfectly-repaired) shirt back into her inventor, revealing the skimpy scalemail below. "Does slutty armor really reduce armor penalties?"

"Well, yes and no," Roxy said. "The reduction in armor penalties pretty much comes down to how much of a given material you're using. The more of a high-level material you use in a piece of armor, the bigger the penalty when someone of a lower level wears it. The common solution to making armor appropriate to low-level delvers with high-level materials is to simply use small amounts of high-level materials to reinforce key points of armor otherwise made of low-level materials. Which, if I'd done that for you, probably would've looked like suit of steel platemail with a thin layer of electroplated purified mythril on the surface. Buuuut, because I've met some weird and interesting people, I've learned about this method, which is rare and obscure and generally disfavored, but which was very favored by one of my more memorably weird mentors."

"Why is it generally disfavored?" Akane asked. "With the enchantment you've put on it, this stuff is just as protective as a full suit of high-level armor."

"Well, for one, enchantment is an additional expense that can add up pretty quickly," Roxy said. "It's not expensive for me, but I brew mana potions by the cask. Two, every enchantment takes up some amount of enchantment capacity in the item being enchanted. A full suit of high-level armor doesn't need the 'equal protection everywhere' enchantment, and so it can afford to spend that enchantment capacity on something else."

"You made scalemail out of individually-enchanted rings and pendants," Nicky said, pulling on her gloves- which, she noticed now that she was looking more attentively and less ecstatically, were mostly also made of scalemail, albeit from rings and scales that hadn't been individually enchanted, with proper plates mostly existing in the fingers, along the back of the hand, and at the end of the sleeve, to grip onto her arms.

"Yes, and hardly anyone else knows that's an option, because doing that in any practical way requires that you be a Farmer and a Miner and an Alchemist and a Blacksmith and a Mystic Artificer, which is five classes, in a society where very few people bother taking familiars," Roxy said. "I'm not representative of what high-level people are generally capable of."

"Oh, also," Akane said. "Aside from this gear being better than any Growth gear we'll have until Level 12, is there any reason why we wouldn't want Growth gear once we get past that point?"

"Well, a few reasons, actually," Roxy said. "Growth gear is nice to have, but its level-scaling enchantment is expensive in ways that generally make it worse than other, non-scaling gear of the same level, and often precludes other, more esoteric enchantments. You're unlikely to feel woefully under-equipped with Growth gear in an on-level delve... but you'll feel better with more specialized gear. Anyway, that's enough dawdling." Roxy snapped her fingers, turning herself and Lisa invisible. "Get going."

Nicky and Akane nodded to each other, and stood to either side of the first door, out of its line of sight. Akane pulled out a mirror on a stick that Roxy had given her, and with her other hand, barely tapped the door to open it.

"Three lesser slimes," Akane said quietly, surveying the room. "Two green, one red. Red... fire damage, right? Don't wanna melee that, so. I'll get the red, you get the greens?"

"Sounds good to me," Nicky said, nodding. "I'll go first, clear the door, then you come in, take the shot, and stay behind me. On three?" Akane nodded. "One. Two. Three!"

Nicky burst through the door, and then immediately bolted to the side, ensuring that she was going towards the side opposite from the red slime. Akane followed right behind her, and, before any of the slimes could react much, shot the red slime with a-

"[Water Bolt]!" Akane yelled, pointing with her staff. It apparently drew a lot of mana in making her spells more powerful, but the rest of her kit was geared towards, among other things, mana efficiency, mana capacity, and mana regeneration. A regrettable compromise, according to Roxy, but which, clearly, was the right call, as Akane's [Water Bolt] caused the red slime to literally explode in a cloud of steam.

Nicky, meanwhile, changed course and met the green slimes in the middle, catching one of them on her shield and the other on her sword, splitting open the slime's membrane and spilling its caustic plasm all over- which, thankfully, her armor protected her from, despite being made entirely of a very porous material. Mystic Artifice was wonderful.

Nicky took a step back, and skewered the other slime with her sword, as it rolled off her shield.

"One chest," Akane said, pointing. "I'll check it. [Detect Magic]... alright, no magical traps, but I'll have to check it manually for physical ones. I'm no Rogue or Bard, but Roxy did give me gear that boosted my trap sense."

"Do it," Nicky said. "Hrm... I didn't lose any health or mana, and I barely lost any stamina... you?"

"A bit of mana, but it'll recharge by the time I get this open," Akane said, down on her hands and knees, carefully inspecting the chest. She put her head near the ground, pointing her ass directly at Nicky, who turned her head away and waited patiently.

She could already see the pattern unfolding.

---

Firing into melee was a bad idea, so Akane got to stand back and watch while Nicky was dealing with a single enemy, which in this case was a feral elf alpha built along exactly the same lines as Nicky- tall, hung like a minotaur, and stacked like a cowgirl. The elf was, seemingly, completely naked, wearing only golden jewelry, including a very nice pair of barbell nipple piercings. But, apparently, that jewelry was enchanted on par with Nicky's own gear, because Nicky's stabs failed to pierce the skin, and her slashes and strikes only left bruises, while the elf's own saber failed to do even that much damage to Nicky.

Akane wasn't in the fight- this was a one-on-one duel- so she felt safe to let her mind wander. Obviously, if weapons weren't doing much, the smart thing to do was to move in to grapple- the elf would toss her saber to the side and tackle Nicky to the floor. Nicky would let go of her own sword and shield, and grab the elf by the nipples. Rather than hiss or scream in pain, the elf would instead moan lewdly and blush and melt a little, and Nicky would sit there, stunned.

And then, Nicky would kiss the elf.

Nicky would kiss and grope the naked elf alpha, her equal in all but equipment, and she would let the elf grind her cock against her stomach, because the scalemail panties were not so kind to sensitive skin on the outside. Nicky would then take off those panties, letting her own cock flop free, and the two would keep grinding on each other for a while.

They'd get hornier, and wrestle to decide who got to be on top, rolling and tumbling over the floor, tits jiggling and cocks jabbing, until finally, Nicky got the elf face-down and ass-up, and started fucking the elf hard. To punish the loser... and to reward a worthy foe. To put the elf in her place, and make her cum sixteen times before Nicky finally tied a knot in her asshole and gave her a thick dose of her own alpha's seed.

Akane started rubbing herself through the front flap of her robe, the silky fabric feeling so good on her sensitive clit.

And Roxy, well, Roxy had a free Familiar slot, and this sexy elf looked just like Nicky, so why not bind her and keep her, to fuck forever and ever?

"Sub-boss down," Nicky declared, snapping Akane back to reality, and making her pull her hand away from her pussy. She was very glad that ghostfiber didn't look any different when it was wet. "Fuck, that was a hard fight."

"Mmm... yeah, looked like it," Akane said, trying to clear the lust fogging up her mind. "Lemme check the chest for traps." She got down on her hands and knees... and silently begged.

---

"Boss down!" Nicky crowed as the giant auroch disappeared, spawning in a single treasure chest.

"Let's get this chest open," Akane said, dropping onto her hands and knees in front of the chest, and examining the lock carefully. "Hrm... hrm, I see..." And now that the boss was dead, the only things of interest to Nicky left in this room were the chest and Akane.

More specifically, Akane's ass, hanging out in the open, her holes barely covered by a strip of sheer, gauzy fabric. Which she seemed to be shaking, side to side, as some sort of tic while she concentrated. A tic that Nicky had had ample time to observe, over the course of this delve, and which she finally, finally did not have an excuse of more dungeon left to delve to distract her from.

Nicky silently cursed Roxy's name. Oh, sure, put the two of them in ultra-slutty outfits and make them delve in it, what could go wrong? Nicky could pop a raging boner and strain her willpower and her armor to its absolute breaking point, that's what could go wrong!

She stared balefully down at her traitorous cock as it pitched a distressingly well-defined tent in her scalemail panties. This thing had come to rule her, as of late, and every now and then she wondered, if only for a moment, if her mother had been right.

"Alright, I picked the lock!" Akane said.

"Good, I need relief," Nicky said, freeing her cock from its confines.

"What do you- ah," Akane said as Nicky grabbed her hips. "Finally. Took you long enough."

"No fucking around in the dungeon until after the job is done," Nicky said. "Besides. You haven't opened that boss chest yet. We don't know what's in there, and the dungeon could decide that fucking in the boss room is stylish enough to warrant an upgraded drop. Now... ready?"

"Mhm!" Akane said, bracing her hands on top of the chest.

Nicky casually flipped the slip of lightly-obscuring fabric out of the way, and shoved her cock straight into Akane's wet and waiting pussy, grunting at the effort required to not just bust a nut right there and now.

Roxy had been teaching Nicky, bit by bit, how to be more assertive... but only with Akane, specifically. It'd taken a bit of mental gymnastics, but Nicky had finally come to the conclusion that Roxy, her owner, sometimes wanted to play with her toy- Nicky- by winding it up and letting it loose on Akane, and delight in the simple spectacle of a tall, busty omega    being absolutely dominated and getting her pussy pounded by Nicky, the most spectacularly submissive alpha in all of existence.

Framed like this, where aggression was passivity and dominance was submission, Nicky found it all too easy to grab Akane by the hips and fuck her senseless.

Akane gasped and moaned under Nicky's uncharacteristically dominant performance, her pupils dilating and eyes glazing over, then drawing back into focus as Nicky slapped her ass.

"Fucking- take it, bitch," Nicky grunted out, jackhammering away, before slapping Akane's ass again with the other hand. "Unh! Fuck yes! God, your pussy is tight. No wonder our owner keeps you around. No wonder she wants to share you with me. Isn't that right? Aren't you the toy, here, this time?"

"I- I am the toy," Akane said, panting and breathing heavily.

"You are the toy," Nicky praised. "You're a good toy... you're the toy's toy. Roxy blows loads in my ass to relieve her stress, and I blow loads in your pussy to relieve my stress. You, toy, are the ultimate stress relief, the best little cum dump an alpha could want. Especially with this fat ass of yours, feeling so good against my hips... and these fat fucking titties of yours." Nicky took her hands off Akane's hips, dismissed her gloves back to her inventory, and then grabbed her breasts instead. "They're amazing. Your best quality, even if they don't quite measure up to mine. That's why I'm the main toy, and you're my toy."

"I'm- your toy," Akane gasped out.

"And I wanna hear my toy beg for it," Nicky said, yanking the fabric to the sides, exposing Akane's bare tits to her hands, and relishing in the fact that her own humping sent waves of jiggling through those same tits. "I want my toy to beg for her owner's cum."

"Mmmh- I need it, please," Akane pleaded. "Cum in me, owner! Fuck me, cum in me, breed me! Your toy needs her owner's hot cum!"

"Mmm, good toy," Nicky said, pinching Akane's nipples between her fingers. "Such a good toy. You deserve a reward, to display just how good you are, how loyal you are to your owners."

"Mmmngh, yes, please," Akane squeaked out, barely able to form coherent words. "Gonna- gonna fucking- gonna- aaaahn!!!"

Akane came, and Nicky kept humping and groping, supercharging and extending Akane's orgasm while continuing to hold off her own. Finally, once Akane had finally come down from those peaks, Nicky pulled out, flipped Akane over onto her back, splayed across the floor, and then came herself, spraying hot, sticky, pearly white jizz all over Akane's tits as she jerked herself to completion.

"Ahhh," Nicky said, grinning at Akane. "Hrm... missing something... ah, I got it." Nicky moved forward, and made herself cum again, spurting one last splash of jizz onto Akane's face. "Perfect. Now everyone knows you're mine."

"Ah, good, you two are finally done fucking on top of the boss chest," Roxy said, popping back into visibility.

"And I'm done sucking her off while she watched!" Lisa added.

"Quiet, you," Roxy said. "Anyway. Let's open this bad boy up, shall we?"

She pulled the lock out of the latch, tossing it aside- where it promptly disappeared- and opened the chest.

"...Well, I'll be damned," Roxy murmured.

"What?" Akane asked. "What is it?"

"Your first solo-ish delve where you fucked at the end?" Roxy said, turning and holding up a cherry red pearl about the size of a human eyeball. "That dropped the Class Slot Unlock. Now, clean yourselves up and get ready. We've got seven more delve slots, and I wanna see if you can do it again."