Novel & Cerita Delicious In Dungeon Author

I could tell by his stature and his scent that he was either human or his wolf was weak. He chuckled and licked his lips as he approached. He stopped at me first, grabbing my chin and leaning close to take a deep breath of my scent. He chuckled as I recoiled and shuddered in disgust. Armilla squeaked and trembled, holding herself perfectly still as he drew a fleshy hand over her face. Then, he stopped at Angelia, tracing a hand over her cheek. He chuckled and stepped back, “I love the obedient ones… Welcome girls, to my dungeon. You will call me, Dan.”

Delilah said, as she stepped out of the dungeon cave. .... ♡

Later that day, Noni stirred first in the dungeon heap. Blinking his sticky eyes open. Cum crust on his chest. Damien woke next, groaning as he shifted, his ass sore. Delilah yawned, tits heaving, pussy lips puffy. They untangled slow, naked bodies sliding apart. As they all walked out rubbing their eyes, cocks and tits swinging free. Once the kitchen hit them, the smell of cold pasta and chicken mixed with fresh cum stink.

There was perfect silence, and not even knitting could actually kill the boredom which was gradually seeping in. “Oh, wait!” I said, under my breath as I recalled something which created a surge of excitement in me. It was the dungeon. The dungeon had a particular path which Liam, Lucas’ beta, didn’t take me through. The dungeon seemed really old, as well, so maybe; just maybe I could find something, anything. I rose to my feet immediately, and picked up my phone, then looked around. “What else do I need?” I said, under my breath, scanning around.

My knees were shaking so hard they were drumming a rhythm against the stone floor. The dungeon was a shithole. That was the only word for it. There was one tiny, slit-like window high up near the ceiling, but it didn't let in light so much as it let in the gray suggestion of it. The air was thick. It didn’t just smell bad; it felt heavy, like it was coating the inside of my lungs with grease. It smelled of old, stagnant piss and the sharp, metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the cracks of the floor. But beneath that, there was a deeper, more sickening scent. It was the cloying, sweet rot of meat left out in the sun—wolves that had been tossed in here and forgotten until the

They looked around, and when they didn't see anyone, they took the key and returned to their positions. I heaved a sigh of relief and made my way deeper into the dungeon. The light was getting dimmer with every step I took, it was already late morning and most of the cleaning had already been done. I could smell the terrible breakfast that the dungeon kitchen was already making and scrunched my nose at the unpalatable smell.

Hazel's POV I arrived at the dungeon, the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily upon my shoulders, the dim lighting casting long shadows that seemed to dance and twist with malevolent intent. The air was thick with the stench of sweat and fear, a tangible reminder of the suffering that lingered within these cold stone walls. I wasted no time as I strode through the labyrinthine corridors, my steps echoing in the silence of the dungeon like the steady beat of a war drum. My mind raced with thoughts of 'John' and the information he potentially held, each passing moment a precious commodity in our race against time.

Gently, he helps me to my feet. “Let’s go,” he says and piggybacks me out of the chamber. We reach the dungeon soon after. It is a distance away from Helios’ chamber and is located under the surface of the Morningstar land. The dungeon is dark, cold and deprived of sunlight. It is a living hell down here. We pass a few cells where prisoners of war and rogues are bound to the cavern walls by metal cords. Hellish faces grin at us from the shadows even as others beg for us to free them.

I can’t help but taunt him and laugh at the voraciousness with which he devours the food, fully aware of the cruel irony of our situation. The scene in the dungeon is haunting, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. The air carries a musty smell, a constant reminder of the suffering and torment that occurs within these confines. Despite the grim surroundings, our interaction unfolds with a blend of tension, vulnerability, and a twisted sense of connection.

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.