Delicious In Dungeon X Reader Novels & Stories

*Xelina* The castle pulses with life and secrets, each corridor and chamber a new discovery waiting to be claimed. For the first time, I’m not a shadow in the background, scrubbing floors or serving meals. Instead, I wander freely, curling up with dusty books in the grand library, stealing heated glances with Lazlo, and daring to imagine a life that’s free of chores and chains. Everything feels electric, every moment charged with possibility and the thrill of being seen as his mate.

Damien As I walked out of the room, her scent clung to me like a haunting melody, weaving through every breath I took. It was intoxicating—the touch of her sweet cunt, her maddening essence that lingered on my skin, in my lungs, in my head. Her taste, the way her lips, soft and plump, were pleading to be devoured. Her breathless whispers, her delicate body trembling under my touch—it was all too much. And yet, somehow, I’d found the strength to pull away.

The tension within him built with every thrust, until his breath caught, his muscles stiffened, and the pleasure swept through him like a tide. His eyes fluttered shut, and with one final, deep motion, he gave in to release, spilling his seed within her. --- In the deepest recesses of the dungeon, a place secluded and forsaken by all but the most wretched, Lena entered with a wooden bucket of water and a sponge in hand. The stench of blood was overpowering, the copper scent lingering in the air, and it turned her stomach. Without hesitation, she emptied the contents of the bucket onto the cold, stone floor, using the back of her hand to wipe away the nausea rising in her throat.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

"Sleep well, love?" "Like a baby." Jake was at the island, nursing black coffee, eyes locking on me like lasers. I bent over to grab orange juice from the fridge, shorts riding up fully—bare pussy lips peeking, glistening already from residual wetness. The cool air kissed my clit, making it pulse. I heard his sharp inhale, the clink of mug hitting granite. "Fuck me, Delilah," Jake muttered under his breath, but loud enough. I straightened slowly, juice dribbling down my chin—deliberate—licking it off with a swipe of tongue. "Oops. Messy me."

The mare had no training for what he was about to ask of her and he prayed for help from above while he fought back panic and he buried his face in her strong neck. The mare impatiently worked the ground and tossed her head, as if to say, ‘get on with it’. Dennis took a deep breath and slowly felt his way down into the depths of the well. The jagged edges made an easy grip for him as he inched his way deeper into the bowels of black. It was dark, foul smelling, and full of decay. A soft warm breeze floated past him, carrying with it the sweet scent of honeysuckle. The refreshing difference provided a boost of energy and optimism as he preceded downward, calling for Tara as he did.

I chuckled now I prepared everything I need to prepare mentally to be strong ◇LUCY POV◇ for the first time I seen Aurthur in helpless state thank god she is safe but how come poisonous gas came to there is someone trying to kill viranica if Aurthur know this thing he won't leave them that easily let me find out this matter deeply then I can say to Aurthur one of our man came and said "miss lord xion wanted to meet you at the outhouse" he went off now what this xion wanted this guy now a days turned as mad I went to his house I seen flowers everywhere even steps are decorated with flowers I entered into balcony and seen flowers and ballons in middle there is a lighting that will you marry me

“If you had of taken the time to know your mate before telling her everything to rush the process, you could be in my position. Now since you don’t want anything and have almost ruined sexy time with my mate, I will be closing this link.” Somehow the bastard actually makes the link click as if he has just ended a call. The sound has me chuckling to know that I got under his skin. Do you smell that? My dragons voice rings through my head. Instead of answering him, I shove him back in my head as I take off my robe. Walking to my room I lay it on my bed before exiting to go to the bathroom in the hall. As the door swings open after a twist of the knob, I am stuck there standing in awe. My body

It didn't help that the flooring was completely cold ass tiles. Huffing, I began to rise to my feet, only to freeze when I hear growls coming from the dungeon. There were too many for me to pinpoint if they were pack members that entered when I fell asleep. I only hope they didn't. Xavier would have my head. I opened the door quickly only to be hit with the most mouthwatering scent of a woman's arousal. But this one wasn't normal, it was the arousal of a woman who was in heat. There was only one woman here.