Delicious In Dungeon Author Novels & Stories

For the first time since the nightmare began, they didn’t feel entirely alone. But the pounding on the main doors grew louder. And something massive — the infected former star quarterback, now twice the size of a normal man — was smashing its way through the reinforced glass atrium. Kael bared his fangs. “Underground. Now.” Damien nodded. “Stay close.” Serena gripped their arms. “Together.” As they descended the hidden stairs to the underground archives, the massive quarterback monster broke through the main doors. Behind it, an even worse sight — Professor Elara’s burned but reanimated form leading a horde of coven-infected witches, their corrupted magic crackling black and red.

Every time I thought I was done, one of them would push me higher. Placing the toy against my clit, ramming their fingers inside me, one cock stretching me out while another cock filling my mouth. "Look at you," Robin growled. "Taking both of us like a perfect little slut. Cum again, right now." I came until my voice had gone hoarse and my legs would not stop shaking. When they finally stopped, I was wrecked in the best way possible; sticky, sweaty and completely used. Hillian and Robin settled on either side of me. They kissed my body and lips softly. "You’re perfect," Hillian murmured against my skin.

She had to force herself to eat it, recalling the last wonderful meal she had, which happened to be within the palace where she was imprisoned. The sound of locks being opened echoed across the dark dungeon's corridor. As soon as she heard the noise, she pulled herself awake. She could hear one of the visitors reacting to the deadly smell by sneezing and spitting out the taste of the rotting decomposing matter inside the dungeon as sets of footfall approached her steadily. “Where is she?” inquired a familiar voice. A soldier said, "Just up ahead sir." They were soon cropped into Judy's view. The king was flanked by two more guards, one of whom was pointing towards Judy.

I replied. As he drove off, I noticed Jamila staring from across the street. “Watch that one,” Dre warned. “She’s trouble.” “I agree,” I said, shaking my head. [CLUBHOUSE] We arrived late. Inside, men played games, gambled, and talked in low, dangerous tones. This was the underground world in its rawest form. “This way,” Vincent instructed. I noticed every detail, every movement. This place was a trap, and I had to stay alert.

. Following his observation, Dominic said, "This location appears to be the road leading to the dungeon." " Is that the dungeon? I assumed you would not be aware. I have a task for you to complete. It is your reward for telling me the truth." I told Dominic. As we made our way to the dungeon, Dominic hobbled with excitement, "I am the happiest man on earth right now." I looked at Declan with style and saw the disappointment he was hiding on his face. He would eventually leap on Dominic and use his razor-sharp claws to tear his skin to shreds. Dominic and I went to the dungeon, ignoring Declan's tirade. He was eager to see the prize I had obtained for him. Declan, too, was eagerly awaiting Do

As soon as Damien reached the outskirts of the dungeon, he slowed down, his heightened senses on full alert. The thick, musty air hung around the dungeon, and the scent of damp stone and decay made his nostrils flare. He crouched low, careful not to disturb the silence, as his keen nose worked through the myriad of scents lingering in the air.

But I do know that the only people who have ever gone down there have either not emerged at all anymore, or came back a shell of their former selves. It’s only for a week though. How bad could it be? ** 1 week later ** ‘WE ARE BURNING THIS ENTIRE FILTHY PACK TO THE GROUND!!!’. Ares roars in my mind for the thousandth time since we have been here. I can easily understand now how some people have gone mad down here. The dungeon itself is beyond filthy. It’s downright disgusting. Mold, piss and feces are scattered everywhere. I don’t even have a bucket to relieve myself in, they make you do that on the floor like a wild animal. I look like absolute shit right now.

Dawn’s POV: Peeling my eyes open felt like a lot of work. My eyelids were heavy but right now, I couldn’t ascertain if it was due to fatigue or this was my body’s way of reacting to whatever substance I had been fed with before. It took me a moment to regain my blurry sight and when I looked around me, I was surprised to see that I was in a dungeon of some sort, but unlike the one back at Alpha Xavier’s pack, this one was damp, smelly, and was filled with several torture equipments hung at certain areas on the wall, as if to act as some kind of decoration… or in my case, to scare people.

It could only mean that the underground dungeon is more dangerous than the forbidden dungeon! They grabbed him at once but I stood in the midst. "Did you create that one too, my King?" I asked so seductively and he nodded with pride. "Yes, it's a dungeon full of deadly and hungry Lycans who will crush anything in one go." He said and I gasped in horror but maintained my composure.

“Take her to my dungeon. The cold pit. Lock her where the dead fear to go.” The warriors saluted and dragged her away, her mangled form screaming silent sobs. That dungeon was legendary—submerged in icy water that numbed the limbs and pierced the bones, with a slow-turning wheel of jagged wooden spikes that tore into flesh with every movement. No one survived that place sane. Watching them go, Damian exhaled deeply, then turned to Lucian who was now standing beside him, sword still in hand. “Gather the elders,” he said coldly. “Ten minutes. I want this over with.”