Delicious In Dungeon Author Novels & Stories

However, I knew that the longer I spent in that dungeon, the more I couldn’t contain my hunger and thirst. As if the goddess was hearing my pleas, the doors to the dungeon opened wide, and I quickly leaned towards the cell, hoping for someone to help me. But then I smelled him. His smell was like burnt wood and fear, followed by another scent that was overwhelming with power, but still, it had a dangerous smell that I couldn’t fathom. ‘’oh well, well, if it is not the war alpha,’’ Dane laughed as he walked towards the cell. ‘’How have you been war alpha, or should I call you loser alpha now?’’ he questioned.

Father Damien finally pulled the thick red candle out almost completely, admiring the messy sight of her ruined hole. The thick red shaft glistened obscenely, coated in her creamy arousal . Her pussy gaped slightly, puffy and twitching, slick juices slowly dripping from the stretched opening. Without a word he set the candle aside on the bedside table and lowered his head between her trembling thighs. Amelia gasped as she felt his hot breath fan over her sensitive, abused cunt. “Look at this filthy mess,” he growled, his voice thick with hunger. “Your creamy juices all over your greedy little hole. Such a sinful sight for a man of God.”

The dungeon smelled like dank, putrid air when the sweaty bodies were locked together for years and years. I hissed in irritation as we went down the stairs. "It smells like dead bodies in here. Is your brother still alive?" my dragon said with a dark frown. "Of course, he is alive." "What the hell is this smell?" I gave Tymeria a scornful look, and she daintily shrugged as we walked further into the dungeon. I had an intense urge to puke as we went deeper into the dungeon. The small cave like structure opened into a large, dark hallway. The floors were made of unpolished rocks and it was seriously cold in here. A small flickering white light blinked on and off. The whole place was creepy as

The Empty Cage POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) The dungeons always smelled like wet iron and old dust. Tonight they smelled like something we'd gotten badly wrong, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the smell had been there the whole time and none of us had thought to notice it until it was too late to matter.

Monalisa heart raced as she entered into the hole which leads to the dungeon. ‘Am in’ she said through the telecomm as she walked slowly with the rest of the ex-cosa nostra behind her. She waited for them all to enter before she began to move slowly. The dungeon smelt of blood, rotten flesh in four words, the dungeon smelt horrible. Lisa covered her nose and walked slowly as she passed the dungeon, she saw some people half alive, few unharmed and some dead; she hoped they wouldn’t shout at them to help them or implicate them, but to their amazement they all kept quiet and ignored them.

"It doesn't matter how tired I am; I always seem to have room in my stomach for more of you. In point of fact, I was just thinking about several fantastic ways to use the remaining honey that room service had brought with my biscuits. "Were you now?" she purred in an alluring manner. While nuzzling her neck, he said "Oh, yeah" in close proximity to her ear. It'll have a much more appetizing flavor on you. I have no doubt about it." She let out a hushed, titillating laugh, and then she pressed herself up against him while hesitatingly writhing her hips in an alluring manner. After that, she let out a sigh and her expression changed; it was as if she were submitting herself to the bed or the w

” When I realized that he didn't care, I started screaming at the pack members. “You all will die tomorrow. There's going to be an attack, be careful.” I screamed as I struggled against them. Soon we descended the last flight of stairs into the dungeon. It was cold and foreboding. The walls of made of grey stone that seemed impenetrable as it absorbed the faint light that managed to filter in from the high slits above. The air was heavy with the scent of mold and decay. The only reason I could place the scent was became it smelt like the restaurant I was fired from.

VALENTINA The ropes bit into the skin at the back of my hands. Damp stone pressed cool against my calves; the dungeon smelled of mildew and old sweat. A single torch guttered in the corner, throwing the room into jagged light and deeper shadows where rats moved like small, opinionated ghosts. I tasted iron on my tongue thirst, and something else: the thin, metallic edge of a plan. “He asked for water?” one of Damian’s goons barked, voice rough as gravel. He stepped closer, boots scraping over moss-caked flagstones. His shadow swallowed the little light I had.

Only when Damontry awakens, she becomes calm, but when pissed off, she turns into a demon from Hell. "Okay, wait a minute!" And he brought a plate to put it in something resembling a hollow cube, Damion looked at him questioningly, he waited for a few minutes to pop his fingers and open this cube, to widen Damontry's eyes, the plate contained milk and a sandwich. The smell of breakfast is enough to bring the highest tuft of hair in Damontry to the ground, can the smell be delicious Isn't it supposed to be smart but no! Damontry found its scent capable of causing her salivary glands to secrete waterfalls into her mouth.

The scent of damp earth and rust drifted through the corridors. The dungeon entrance loomed ahead. Two guards stood outside the iron door. They straightened immediately when they saw me. “Alpha Draven.” I nodded once. “Open it.” One of them pulled the heavy bolt aside. The iron door groaned as it swung open and cold air rolled out to meet me. The dungeon was carved deep beneath the packhouse. Rows of cells stretched down a long corridor lit by flickering torches that barely pushed back the darkness. My footsteps echoed off the stone as I walked deeper into the dungeon.