Delicious In Dungeon Novels & Stories

Just growls low in his throat, “Stay still. Let him eat what we filled.” Darius pulls back just long enough to speak against my folds, breath hot. “Tastes like both of us now. Sweet. Dirty. Mine.” Then he’s back in, tongue curling, lapping up the mess they left, pushing it deeper only to drag it out again in long, greedy pulls.

A rotten smell flowed along the broken door which woke the crowd from their stunned states. “I think we came to the right place. This looks like the dungeon no matter how I look at it.” Lyor muttered with a frown while pinching his nose due to the awful and rotten smell. The dungeon in the city lord manor looks cleaner than this, and there would only be some moldy smell from time to time. Who would have thought that the glorious royal palace of the Artemia Kingdom would have such a filthy and rotten place inside it?

“Long, the Sacred Dragon, guards the Eastern Column.” The next tile’s engraving depicted something that looked like a tiger crossed with a lizard. “Lan, the Haunter of the Wastes, guards the Western Column.” The next was a turtle of some kind. “Quy,” Mr. Trung whispered, “who guards the Northern Column.” The last looked like an eagle or vulture. “And Phung, the Sky Hunter, guards the Southern Column.” Mr. Trung looked up at us, face too somber for a summer morning at a community yard sale. “The object of the game, Master Kevin, is to reach enlightenment, the Gateway to Understanding. That is what a player hopes to win.”

“However, they will not be very useful in the new event. The progress, even with the team, is too slow. The virtual dungeon is more complicated than regular games.” Curious, Bolt wanted to pry. However, Zen did not appear to be in a sharing mood. The young chef zoned out and focused on seasoning the chicken. He had some cured ham diced for the fried rice, but that won’t be enough protein for the assassins who worked out.

Unable to imagine such a repulsive thing happening to her, she immediately told Alex and Luna how everything happened. It turned out that Floral Valley also resided in the Witch Mountain range. Meanwhile, the high-level Floral Valley and Hygieia Valley members had coincidentally discovered a dungeon in the deeper parts of Witch Mountain a few decades ago. There were spiritual herbs everywhere inside, and resources were in abundance. Spiritual energy was also very dense there. They called this place Spiritual Valley Dungeon. However, the entrance of Spiritual Valley Dungeon was hazardous. To enter the place, a kind of access token called Spiritual Valley Token was be needed.

---- everyone became speechless to what they saw after defeating the Red Large Serpent the monster has its own name! DARUGA! especially the grass farm was a dungeon! -SIDE DUNGEON (REPEATABLE): THE VOID EATER HAD BEEN CLEARED- -REWARD: LV2 DARK CRYSTAL- -YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE WHO CLEARS THE DUNGEON, ADDITIONAL REWARDS HAVE BEEN GIVEN- from out of nowhere a large dark crystal had been placed in front of the group "what the-"- John Carl

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

It was as if the very walls of the dungeon were soaked in the tears of the tormented souls that inhabited it. With the surroundings shrouded in an ominous gloom, I relied on Lena's keen vision to pierce through the shadows. The dungeon stretched before me, a labyrinth of grimy walls and murky passageways, each corner cloaked in an unsettling stillness broken only by the mournful wails that echoed through the air.

Ella puts her hand out and holds my head, squirming. - Justin... I thought I had tasted all the delicious flavors in the world, but I realize I was wrong, when I taste her. She is delicious. - I can't take it anymore, I need you to fuck me... - she begs. - Not yet, I want to see you begging for my cock in that delicious pussy of yours. I take her in my arms, and she gives a little scream in fright. - Which is your room? - she points to one of the doors in the corridor.

My senses are dulled and my eyes refuse to pick signals sent by my brain. I try again and again till I feel like I am slowly getting a hold of my body. I feel like my struggles continue for hours, until the effects of the drug dulls away and my organs can take simple commands once again. My eyes flutter open at last and disappointment fills my heart when I see that I am in some poorly lit, damp dungeon which smells of bad water, urine and stale food. There is also the choking smell of death clinging to the damp air of the place. Why do dungeons always smell bad? I ask myself.