Delicious In Dungeon X Reader Novels & Stories

"Luna." Xander turn on his heels and storm out of the dungeon. Before he could make his way out, Lucia ran into his back and hugged him from behind tighter than she had ever. Lucia shifted her gaze down and with a simple nod at Chloe, he bounced out of the room in no time. Xander just stiffened under her touch, his eyes dismissing Chloe's dispersing figure. "Let him go, please."she nibbles on her lips after she'd muttered, her voice as soft as silk, soltening his resistant body. She breathed in, his scent; the warm scents of cinnamon lingers in the air.

He and Byron both knew that I would never betray the mate-bond, but that did not stop our inherent jealousy because of said bond. My hand caressed his jaw, attempting to calm him down and reassure him that I was only his. It took a minute but did end up working. “Just think of it this way… it’ll be similar to when we infiltrated the feeding room.” I winked at him. I was not even surprised when lust hit the bond. There we go. Now, he would think of it differently. I grabbed Dante’s phone from his pocket and called Xylern’s number. He would be the best person to enlist to find the information that we needed. He was very much like Dahlia of Dark Moon but for the supernatural.

There was a leather bound notebook of some sort peeping out of it. Pretending not to see anything, I took another bite as we ate in silence. The exquisite dessert inside got my juices flowing. I cut another small piece and put it in my mouth and hummed. It tasted even better than my mother's cooking. Vicky laughed. "Good?" "Beyond good," I replied. "I haven't had lobster like this in years." "Either that, or you're just starving." "It's like you know me," I teased before taking another mouthful.

past them, moving quickly down the damp stone steps. The air inside the dungeon was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and despair. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long, jagged shadows as I crept forward. Then, I heard it—a faint rustling sound. My heart pounded as I followed the noise, my steps quick but cautious. I turned a corner, and there, behind rusted iron bars, was Tyla. She lay curled on the cold floor, her body pale, her breathing shallow. But she was alive. Emotion surged through me, almost bringing me to my knees. I had found her. I rushed to the cell, my hands gripping the bars as I whispered, “Tyla.” She stirred, her eyelids fluttering before slowly opening. When

he said the last part hushed but I know Xander heard. I internally chuckled because I didn't think I would break his heart. I didn't think I would leave. I didn't think I could. "I would never" I vowed firmly and he seemed satisfied with my answer. They really were brothers. In their own way, they actually understood each other. "Enough you two. We're here." Xander said suddenly causing me to realise that we had indeed arrived at the dungeon. My mood suddenly turned sour. I scrunched my nose up at the stench of urine, faeces, blood and rotting flesh. A torch was lit at the end of the wall and Xander held one in his hand lighting our way.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

My cock was already dripping, aching for him "Have you done this before?", I asked him. "Not really". "Good, I'll make sure it's your best", I said and bit his ear he winced, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had craved him too much to be gentle. I spread his legs wider, positioning myself between them "Do you like being choked?", I asked. "Yes". Fuck this man is nasty, nasty! I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind My lips wandered from the side of his face desperate and hungry down to his neck. I bit and sucked every part of it, making sure I left very visible hickeys as I went.

Elias raises his glass with whatever he is drinking and then turns away. “You are doing so well, Precious. What do you think of the club?” Jace asks as we wait for our tour guide. “I’m excited to see what more it offers, Sir, but what is the dungeon?” Out of everything that Elias had said, that is the one thing that has stuck with me. Jace chuckles, and leaning into my ear, he presses himself into my side, “That, Precious, is where all the fun stuff happens. That is where I can do unspeakable things to you, and where I can give you the pain that you crave.”

After a pleasurable sex with Anne, Leo left her to catch a nap and he kissed her on her cheek before leaving. He stood before the gate of the dungeon, heaving some good amount of breaths in and out, before he finally unlocked the entrance and made his way to where his ex best friend and presently worst enemy laid. The dungeon looked crappy and worn out with a bad stench that could make the pit of a human stomach recoil in irritation, thereby causing a tornado of vomit.

I whispered under my breath as I slid down the wall and lay on the bare floor. The dungeon wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be. At least the walls are well plastered and the floors are tiled unlike my pack, where the dungeon is a significance of what hell itself looks like. Fuck! “What the hell Zoey? Why am I feeling so attached to this son of a bit*h?!” I ran my hands through my hair as I felt the urge to pleasure myself. He took my innocence a few hours ago and yes, it felt painful but the more I think about it…I just want more and more…