Lesbian Dungeon Mistress 18+

Cynthia falls to the ground and kisses it. “We’re alive!”

 

“You're over-exaggerating. Hedone just praised me, saying I got better,” Brigit says.

 

I place my hands on Brigit’s shoulders. “Please practice more. I only said you got better, not that you were a good driver,” I do my best to get through to her.

 

Brigit folds her arms and pouts, “Mom never complains.”

 

“Mom is special,” I seriously retort.

 

Cynthia climbs to her feet and says, “I hope Dikê will drive me back.”

 

I can’t blame her for hoping Mom will drive. Wait, how does she remember Mom?! “I’ll ask her,” I say while distracted.

 

“So what’s your secret job?” Cynthia asks.

 

I still haven’t decided whether to tell her or not yet. “Umm,” I make a noise to buy time. Cynthia’s eyes drill into me.

 

“WElcOme back,” I hear the distinct accent of the hard-working goblina. She can barely reach the doorknob, so it’s cute to watch her poke her head out, almost pulled by the door. She is wearing her maid's dress. Mom must have given her time off, too. Her bright smile from properly greeting me shrinks when Saphire sees Cynthia. She shyly hides behind the door.

 

Whatever. “Saphire! It’s alright, this is my best friend, Cynthia,” I holler.

 

Saphire pokes her little green head out, her wide eyes appraising Cynthia curiously. As the goblina hesitates, I say, “The cat’s out of the bag, I guess. I’m a dungeon mistress.”

 

Cynthia looks at me with a raised eyebrow, “Like BDSM prostitute?”

 

I shake my head, “No. Like the fantasy type?”

 

My best friend incredulously asks, “What?”

 

“I’ll show you later,” I say, opening the trunk, “Let’s go inside and make lunch.” I pull Cynthia’s arm towards the door.

 

“I’ll let you get away for now,” Cynthia giggles as she follows me.

 

We enter the house, and Cynthia gasps as she observes Saphire. I step over and pat Saphire’s head. “This is Saphire Eyes,” I introduce Saphire.

 

“Oh my god! It’s a goblin!” Cynthia’s loud voice causes Saphire to hide behind my leg.

 

“She’s a goblina. They only have girls,” I explain.

 

Cynthia leans forward. “I see. Hello,” she says while extending her hand towards Saphire.

 

Saphire apprehensively reaches her hand out, which is firmly gripped by Cynthia. Cynthia pulls the short goblina out from behind me and gives her a hug. “Aaah! I caught!” Saphire cries, reaching out for me.

 

I slap Cynthia’s head. “Don’t scare her.”

 

“I wasn’t trying to,” Cynthia says as she releases Saphire. “But she's really a goblin, huh?”

 

I remind Cynthia, “She’s a goblina.”

 

“Isn’t that just a female goblin?”

 

Brigit says, “They are an offshoot. Apparently, they can only have goblina.”

 

I explain what the dungeon system told me while preparing some pasta. Cynthia nods and muses, “That’s interesting. But Saphireeyes? I guess goblins are known for being simple-minded.”

 

I frown and shake my head. “Saphire is smart and a hard worker. I named her,” I sheepishly respond.

 

“You’ve always been bad at naming things,” Cynthia teases me. She waves at Saphire, whose head is poking out from behind the back of the couch. “Saphireeyes, I didn’t mean any offense.”

 

Brigit points at me, “More like she doesn’t put much thought into it, then regret it later.”

 

I can’t really argue with her. “Eyes is her last name,” I say.

 

Bamp, Cynthia slaps my back and laughs, “Eyes is her last name seriously?”

 

“I figured she needed one,” I state as I rub my back.

 

“Wait until you meet Blue,” Brigit laughs.

 

“Another color?”

 

“Yeah,” Brigit responds with a big smirk.

 

“I felt like Saphire would feel bad without a last name since Blue has one,” I admit.

 

“What’s her last name?”

 

“She’s my daughter, so she has my last name.”

 

Cynthia looks at me with interest, “Your daughter?”

 

“Yeah, I birthed her with the dungeon power,” I say. I go on to explain how my brood mother skill works.

 

“Amazing!” Cynthia claps.

 

“I’ll tell you how it happened later. Do you want to see the dungeon?”

 

“Of course!”

 

We continue to joke as we make a simple lunch. I put in my girl cum as a sauce without thinking. Cynthia looks at it inquisitively, “What is this?” She takes a spoon and takes a sip, “Mmmmm, this tastes amazing!”

 

“Yeah,” I say, blushing.

 

“What?”

 

“It’s her squirt,” Brigit says.

 

“Her squirt?”

 

My voice squeaks with embarrassment as I confess, “From my orgasm.”

 

“NO way! Pussy doesn’t taste like this,” Cynthia incredulously yells.

 

“How would you know?” I counter with a raised eyebrow.

 

“I tasted myself,” Cynthia states as if it’s obvious.

 

Brigit laughs, “It’s from the dungeon. She put all her points into her cum.”

 

Cynthia puts her hands on my shoulder, and her head dips. “After your vagina starts working, you only think about sex. It must be true sex makes you dumb.”

 

“But it tastes good,” I say, smiling. Cynthia lifts her head, a face full of mirth, “You’re right.”

 

Mom opens and returns home right as we finish cooking. “I’m home. Nice to see you again, Cynthia.”

 

“Thanks for having me, Dikê,” Cynthia greets mom.

 

Blue flies in and yells, “Mom!” She flops onto my cleavage.

 

“Did you have fun with grandma?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“This must be Blue,” Cynthia guesses, “It’s nice to meet you.”

 

“You know about me?” Blue asks with delight.

 

“Your mom told me about you,” Cynthia confirms.

 

“Hehe, Mom talks about me,” Blue seems overjoyed for some reason.

 

“Oh, that’s right, Mom, how come my friends from school can remember you?” I ask.

 

Mom looks at Cynthia with a gentle smile, “I thought you’d feel bad if your friends can’t remember me. So I gave them a small blessing.”

 

Brigit sits at the table, “Why didn’t you do that for Angelique?”

 

“Yeah,” I nod as I set the food on the table.

 

“If you hadn’t become a dungeon mistress, I would have. Angelique seems intrigued by the dungeon and magic. Having my boon would be a disadvantage for her,” Mom explains.

 

Cynthia looks at my mom worriedly, “What’s wrong with the blessing.”

 

“It isn’t bad. It will just make it hard to deal with other gods. I can remove it if you decide to reject the mundane world as well,” Mom’s soothing voice reassures the young runner.

 

Cynthia lets out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad. But for now, I’m interested but focused on the Olympics.”

 

“I’m cheering for you!” I say as I dump spaghetti onto my plate. We eat and I explain how I became a dungeon mistress and what’s happened since then.