[monsters] Dungeon

How much can a person endure before passing out from exhaustion and overstimulation?

You will find out soon enough.

In the beginning, you are sure you are ready for everything: to fight, to run, and to use strategy. There are no questions in you; no matter what awaits you in the long, narrow corridors of the dungeon, you will come out as a winner.

You are ready.

You are ready.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you don't even notice your lack of clothing and weaponry.

-

Your first opponent is a wolf-shifter. He is tall with lean muscles and thick, dark fur all over his slender body. His sharp, yellow eyes glint in the dim lights of the dungeon, and his growls and snarls echo off the tall stone walls. The deep sounds coming from his chest resonate in your bones, rattling through your spine while your muscles twitch and flex as you push yourself to run faster and faster. Blood flows in your veins with the adrenaline pumping your pulse. The quick beat of your heart almost drowns out the heavy steps of the wolf behind you, getting closer and closer.

You find out soon enough that the monster is playing with you. He catches you every now and again, groping you and squeezing you here and there just to let you fight him off after a few seconds with the hope of leaving him behind for good. The corridor is loud with your cursing and shrieks. You are so focused on getting away from him that you don't notice he has no intentions of hurting you. If you could calm down even just for a second, you could hear him chuckle every time you elbow him on the ribs. He finds pleasure in your scent enriched with the adrenaline surging through your veins and enjoys your heart throbbing rapidly in your heaving chest.

Your gaze continues to swipe over your surroundings, searching. It's not much besides the tall stone walls and the small windows near the ceiling. You have nothing to use against the wolf.

And he played enough.

He grabs you by your middle, wrapping his long arms around your body to push you to the ground. Your shriek is loud and sharp in the silence as you hit the ground with a thud. Your nails dig into the stone floor as you try to crawl away from him while kicking him a few times in the process. His muscles are hard and tense under your bare feet. The wolf doesn't let you go, of course. He is done playing with you. His hold on you is firm but not painful.

"Get off me!" You sound angry and breathless. You are pressed against the ground, and the wolf's chest is plastered on your back, keeping you from getting away once again.

"You don't want that," he says. His voice is deep and hoarse from not using it for a while now. It's more like a growl than articulated words.

Your first surprise comes when the wolf, keeping you in place, licks over the curve of your neck. The long swipe is wet and warm on your skin. His black snout nudges your earlobe, making you shivery. His breathing fans over the side of your face as you stare at the ground a few inches away, shocked. Meanwhile, he pulls you into position by grabbing your hips and adjusting you so your ass is in the air. Your barely there clothes fall around you, leaving you bare and vulnerable under his hungry eyes. His large hands grope the globes of your bottom, humming and snarling with satisfaction the whole time while you are still struggling with the blankness of your mind.

You were ready to face a lot of things in the long, narrow corridors of the dungeon, but this wasn't among them.

With his own, the wolf-shifter spreads your legs wider. A startled gasp bursts out of your lips when the cold air ghosts over your center, and you choke on your own saliva when a hand does the same. Long, slender fingers glide over your pussy, smoothing over your folds and nudging your clit. Soon, the thick pads of his fingers are soaked by your wetness.

He is careful and curious at first while you still struggle to process everything. Your breathing is heavy and ragged, and your muscles are still tense, ready to fight if you have to, but the monster does nothing to cause you harm. He does the opposite, really. He teases and rubs your clit in small circles, watching your reactions and learning more and more about your body with each tremble and twitch of your muscles. By the time the monster decides to move forward, you are drenched and needy. Your hips rock backward, searching for the friction he gives you and asking for more.

"See?" The shifter chuckles, letting his fingertips roam over your slickness. "I told you you don't want me to let you go."

The only reply you are capable of is a desperate grunt as your back arches, and you grind your pussy against his hand impatiently.

The monster opens you up slowly but surely. His middle and forefingers glide into your pussy, playing at your entrance to accept him inside you more easily. With every intruding digit, your breath hitches in your throat as you kneel in front of him, resting your cheek on the rough, cold floor. He gathers your wetness, using it as a lube to push his fingers into your hole fully and breathtakingly. Your moan is choked and throaty. Dull pain spreads across your lower body from the stretch in your pussy, but you are too deep in your own desires to pull away from it. The wolf rubs over your walls, searching for every spongy spot that makes your hips rock and hump on his fingers. He plays on you like he would on a piano.

"Pleasepleaseplease."

His only reaction to your words is a satisfied growl.

When you stepped through the grand double doors to start your journey through the dungeon, you expected a lot of things, but climaxing on a wolf-shifter's fingers two times was not among your plans or expectations.

You are not complaining, though.

-

Your second opponent, if you can still call them that, is a tentacle monster, moving and pulsing on the ground from wall to wall. You stop hesitantly a few meters away from it, watching and waiting. There is a blue undertone on its dark limbs as it shifts under the dim lights streaming through the windows. You can't really see where it starts or where it continues, no matter how much you stare at it.

For long moments, you stand still, unsure about approaching it even after your encounter with the wolf not long ago. The memory of the shifter's long, clever fingers is still vivid in your mind. But at least you are much calmer about the situation. Patient and collected. You are not scared for your life anymore. You don't have another choice anyway. You don't have enough space to run away since the long, always-moving tentacles cover the whole ground, making it impossible for you to just pass by and avoid them entirely.

And the monster doesn't even give you a chance to do it.

Before you know it, your clothes, or whatever is left of them after the wolf-shifter, are somewhere under the tangle of thick limbs. They close and curl around you, wrapping you up in a silky warmth against the chill of the dungeon. They are soft and firm on your skin, sending tingles over your spine with their gentle, exploring caresses. They keep you on your knees with your hands behind your waist. Your back arches backward like a bow, ready to burst at any moment. When you try to move, the monster's hold on you tightens, and you stay the way you are, vulnerable to whatever it wants to do with you.

The tentacles are all over you. They trace your skin, following the soft lines of your curves. Two of them are around your thighs, keeping them open, while another two play and pull on your nipples until they are all sensitive and slightly swollen. Your chest heaves as you gasp for air, pushing yourself into the monster's hold without meaning to in the process. Every small tug and grope surges through your nerves, making you shake and groan. The sudden feeling of a tentacle sliding across your pussy, soaking in your slick before prodding at your entrance punches the air out of your lungs. The startled cry bursting out of your lips is high-pitched and loud.

Pain breathtakingly mixes with pleasure as you ride another thick limb fucking into your hole. Your walls stretch and ache around the monster as it makes you bounce and ride. You pant and sob at the feeling of the limb rubbing inside you so deliciously every time you move. Your hips grind and twist without control, and the muscles of your thighs are hard and shaky under your weight. You are in sync with the tentacle, letting the monster fill you up and reach every nerve and wet, sensitive spot that makes you see stars under your closed eyelids.

The dungeon is loud with your moans and desperate cries as you chase your climax. If your mind wouldn't be so empty with pleasure, you would be embarrassed because of the wet sounds as the tentacle glides in and out of your pussy. Sobs wreck your body as you bounce and twist and rock as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your blood flows through your veins with white-hot pleasure spreading across your body, rippling over your spine and making your muscles jolt and tremble. The knot in your belly bursts, almost sending you to the ground with its force.

When you wake up, the monster is nowhere. The only thing that proves its existence is the pulsing ache between your legs and your own wetness still glinting on your bare skin and swollen flesh. Even the remains of your flimsy clothes are nowhere to be seen.

-

Maybe you don't have to fight for your life, but meeting these monsters who are here to find pleasure in your body starts to take a toll on your body and mind. You are sensitive and sore, and the fact that you don't know what else is waiting for you on your journey is worrisome.

Your heart stops beating for long seconds as you take a sharp left turn and back away immediately when your gaze falls on three goblins leaning against the wall a few meters away from you while quietly talking with each other. Their dark leather trousers do nothing to hide their erection while the piercings in their ears, noses, lips, and nipples glint under the dim light of the corridor. They shine silvery and golden.

You step back to hide behind the wall quietly. While you didn't have a problem with meeting the tentacle not long ago, three goblins seem too much after your encounter with the previous monsters. You are still shaky and weak after your several orgasms. The thought of another touch on your pussy brings overwhelming tears to your eyes.

Yet, your body tightens with excitement and anticipation.

You heard about goblins before as lovers. They can be cruel when it comes to teasing and edging their partners. They don't know when to stop.

And you don't have to wait for long to experience it.

They snicker and snarl while pushing you to the edge several times before pulling you back to play with you some more while salty tears run down your heated cheeks. You feel like a raw nerve under their hands.

You are straddling one of them with his cock deep in your pussy and his face between the softness of your breasts. He nibbles and tugs on your nipples every now and again while grinding up inside your warmth. He keeps you so close, his pelvis rubs your swollen clit with every thrust of his hips. The forceful motion makes his seed drip out of your hole, creating a mess on both of you. You are sticky and sweaty, but you're too tired and overwhelmed to care. The only thing you can do is hold onto his shoulders for dear life.

"Fuck," his groan is muffled under you. His nose grazes over the underside of your breast. "Her pussy is still so tight."

His hands are on your bottom, pulling your cheeks apart while his friend fucks you from behind. Your other hole still burns with a slight discomfort while your body is still in the process of adjusting around two goblins inside you at the same time. Your tear-filled eyes roll to the back of your head as both cocks push in and out of you in sync. Every one of your nerves is on high alert because of the maddening sensation all over you and inside you. The blunt tips of their cocks graze over your walls, and your muscles clamp around their thick shaft every time they pull out and slide back. Your moans are strangled and desperate. They fill you up to the point you can't even move without their help.

Probably this is the reason behind the third goblin's grip on your hair. He keeps you up, stuffing your mouth full of his length. Your tongue rubs up and down on the underside of his shaft, and your throat tightens whenever he goes too deep. You choke and drool on his cock while he fucks in sync with the other two.

"I know," the goblin standing next to you replies with satisfaction, staring down at your blurry eyes the whole time. "She feels like a fucking glove." He knows it from experience. He already fucked you twice and used his cum and your wetness to lube you for his friends.

They use your exhausted, shaking body until you are half-conscious and climax from the smallest of movements.

-

When you wake up, you are no longer in the long, narrow corridors anymore. You find yourself on a bed, surrounded by soft sheets and warm blankets. The fabrics are silky and light under your fingertips. The air is cold against your bare skin, and your muscles are sore and tired as you move to sit up, letting your upper body lean back on the plush pillows behind you. Grabbing one of the blankets, you pull on it to cover yourself even though you are alone.

For now.

Looking over the familiar, tall stone walls, you know you are still in the dungeon somewhere. The room you are in is spacious and comfortable, with fairy lights hanging from the ceiling and dark brown furniture underneath their gentle lights. There is a mirror between two doors against the wall where you can see your reflection on the top of the bed. Scowling, you reach up to your hair. It's freshly washed. Somebody cleaned you up while you were asleep. You smell like shampoo and lotions, and your skin is soft, free from sweat and the reminders of the monsters you met since you began your walk through the dungeon.

The opening of one of the wooden doors draws your attention away from your reflection in the mirror. Your gaze snaps to the woman bringing a tray in her hands and stopping in her tracks when your eyes meet. Both of you seem surprised for a second, but the stranger moves on from it quicker than you. A wide smile appears on her full lips, and before you can say anything, she continues her way. She approaches you with ease and elegance. The red dress she wears rocks around her long legs with each step. The hem of the fabric brushes across the stone floor.

"You are awake," she says. "Good. I started to worry."

You frown. "Worry? Why?"

"You were out the whole night. You didn't even wake up when I gave you a bath," she says. "You need to drink and eat."

"So, it was you?" You ask, letting her put the tray on your lap while you still hold onto the blanket in front of your chest.

"I hope you don't mind," she replies, taking a seat at the edge of the bed not far from you. Her long, blonde hair cascades down on her shoulders, framing her high cheekbones and the soft line of her jaw. The honey color of her locks highlights the pale lilac shade of her skin and the black horns at her hairline. They are small and cute, matching her perfectly.

"It's fine," you reply, strangely okay with the fact that she cleaned you when you were unconscious. It's probably still a better option than being dirty.

"Great," she smiles. "Eat and drink then, you are not done yet."

"I'm not?" You ask back. Your voice is high with surprise.

The woman just smiles with mischief in her eyes, slipping closer to you on the bed to grab a slice of peach between her freshly manicured fingers. She lifts it to your mouth, waiting patiently to open your lips and let her feed you. With a bit of hesitance, you accept her offer. The fruit is sweet and juicy, and its taste spreads over your tongue, but you are too busy with the feeling of the woman's fingertip brushing over your lower lip to enjoy it fully. Her eyes are on your lips the whole time, and you can't deny the shiver that ripples down your spine under her intense gaze.

You are not sure what more awaits you, but your body comes alive with anticipation.

"Good girl," she smiles, offering another slice close to your lips.

You eat quietly and obediently until your plate is half empty, and the beautiful woman puts the tray away from your lap to grab a glass of water instead.

"Drink," she says.

After eating and drinking, you feel much better even though your mind works overtime as you wait for what comes next. You are definitely not afraid anymore, but after your encounter with a wolf-shifter, a tentacle monster, and three goblins, you know the woman has more plans than feeding you and letting you go on your way.

And you don't have to wait long for the woman to move even closer to you, cupping the side of your face in the process. Her touch is warm and delicate. The soft pad of her thumb rubs over the thin skin under your eyes.

"So pretty," she coos, grinning. "I'm not surprised he chose you as his winner."

A slight frown pulls on your brows at her words. "Chose me? Winner?"

The woman hums, not really paying attention to your questions. "I fed you, now it's time for you to feed me."

Before you can ask more questions, she leans closer to kiss you on the lips. Her mouth is gentle and exploring as she nibbles on your lower lip, tugging on the soft flesh, and you moan without any chance to stop yourself. A tingling feeling follows her every tug and lick, making you shivery and needy.

A succubus. The word flashes across your foggy mind when you put the puzzles together finally.

You gasp into her mouth while one of her hands grabs the edge of the blanket still covering your body to take it away and haul you closer onto her lap by your waist. Your chest is pressed against hers, and your thighs are around her hips. The fabric of her dress is soft on your skin, rubbing over your nipples.

The sudden touch of her hand on your breast punches a muffled whimper from your mouth. The desperate sound resonates on her full lips, making the woman grin and slide his tongue against yours.

"Good," she hums, backing away to look down on your bare chest under her hand. "So pretty."

Her thumb strokes over your nipple, nudging the hardened bud and making your hips grind down on her lap. Heat spreads over your cheek because of your own eagerness, but the woman just laughs with approval. She reaches between your legs. Her delicate, long fingers slide through your wetness. Your hands drop on her shoulders, resting there while your hips start to move without your control. You hump into her hand, seeking out the tip of his thumb as it rubs over your clit.

"Do you need more?" She asks, watching you struggle for more friction.

"Please," you plead breathlessly.

"Lay down on the bed," she orders you, gently pushing you off her lap to spread you out on the soft sheets and blankets. "I want a taste of your pussy."

She kneels up on the bed beside your hips, hovering above you while nuzzling kisses along the curve of your throat, going down to your chest, and taking your nipples into her hot mouth one after another. You feel like floating with a heaving chest and a blank mind. The only thing you can do is lay underneath her while the succubus wanders down on your body with licks and nibbles on your sensitive skin. She adjusts you without problem, pushing your legs apart and crawling between them until her shoulders dig into your inner thighs.

There is a gleam in her eyes as she opens your pussy, taking a proper look at your slick flesh while her breath fans over your folds, making your muscles jolt with anticipation.

When she finally presses her mouth against your pussy, the air catches in your lungs with a squeak. Her tongue drags over your slit, flicking your clit and taking it into her mouth to suck on, and you don't have to wait for long to feel the tingling feeling because of her saliva.