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For Nagas: How to Survive Your Dungeon! (BL)

Updates @ 13:00 (+8 GMT) Naga can be many things. Yet, none had ever been a dungeon core. Chavu is one, after two hundred years of service to the old one, which was smashed as he napped in his pond cavern. Marcellus greets him with a bloody sandal, yet, Chavu has never felt too much fear of anything. Well, maybe of flutes, but that is a perfectly reasonable fear. Together with a gnomic colony, and a prince who doesn’t quite know what he is doing, Chavu will take up the system, or, the snappy auntie, as he calls her, on her challenge. Does he have what it takes to survive as a dungeon core? Will he rake in a profit? This is a journey of a dungeon core, who doesn't play by the rules!

doravg · LGBT+
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79 Chs

Chapter 42: Reconciliation

Chavu placed the bottle with the blood and the glass on the grass and turned to leave. Marcellus reached out and grabbed his hand. He twined their fingers together.

The Naga turned to stare at him.

"Marcellus, let go of me," Chavu demanded. Something akin to a stone fell down Marcellus's stomach. He found he preferred it when Chavu called him Marcy, as much as it hurt his pride.

"I have a gift for you," Marcellus pulled out the second basket from his own bottomless bag and opened the lid. The blue roses still had dew on them. Chavu's eyebrow rose at that.

"Nice roses, but I am busy, and..." Chavu tried to get free, but Marcellus gently tugged him closer to himself. Chavu did not try to wiggle out of the vampire's hold. Marcellus liked to believe that it was because the Naga still had feelings for him, and not because of resignation.