Ero Trap Dungeon Novels & Stories

But another two were already standing there blocking my way. My eyes widened as my hands curled into fists. No, no, no! This isn't happening! What should I do now? When I tried to pass them, they pushed me back. "Let me go!" I hissed. They didn't leave then, they knew I was here. They were waiting for me to come out. They set a trap for me and I got stuck in that. One of the guards before me smirked. "We'll. But to the heavens, not anywhere else."

I gag as Westfall reaches along the damp, slippery floor and pulls open a trapdoor. Steps lead into total, damp darkness. “His dungeon’s down there?” “Part of it, yes.” “What do you mean, part of it?” Westfall doesn’t answer. He walks down the stairs, reaching out a hand to me. I take it, reluctantly, and let him lead me down into the swirling darkness.

Something heavy, unnatural. I obeyed instinctively, pivoting slightly to the left. Dorian and Bryan mirrored my movement without question, their trust absolute. A trap lay ahead—a snare woven between two trees, nearly invisible, designed to catch a foot or an ankle. The cord was taut, ready to tighten. I exhaled, fingers brushing against the Warrior’s tether in my mind, acknowledging the warning. I signaled with a flick of my wrist. Dorian leaped over the trap, Bryan rolled to the side, and I passed through, heart hammering, but unscathed.

Leo waited for few minutes if someone would open the door but seeing as no one was opening Leo decided to go in as soon as he entered he could understand why no one opened the door because the house was empty from the inside except for the broken furniture’s Leo searched the whole house he couldn’t find a reward chest or anything like that. It had been over five hours since Leo came in the house all he could find was dust. It was nighttime in the game the house was broken so there was no electricity inside the house, it was pitch dark, so Leo decided to open up the window as he was about to open up the window he could see a small light coming from under the couch. He moved the couch away and

Sora said, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "Then we stop playing in the streets," Vardan said, wiping a spray of blood from his jaw. He pointed to a heavy iron grate in the floor. "The tunnels. Now." Elior abandoned the steaming wreck of the truck and dragged Aidan toward them. Sora grabbed the iron grate and ripped it from its hinges with one hand. The smell of sewage and wet concrete billowed up. It was the bowels of Lunastre. It was the only way in.

I took note of my surroundings. The only thing that this dungeon I was being locked in had was old, tattered, and dirty matter that I was currently sitting on, curled into a small ball. The dungeon looked like it hadn't been cleaned for years. The corners of the floor and the walls were covered in dirt along with huge spider webs, not small but quite big. Only because the floors were covered with dried-up red stains which definitely was blood that had not turned blackish. They must have killed and tortured lots of people here. The thought itself gives me goosebumps all over my body.

The falling down of water on their bodies turned everything more erotic for both of them. “Brace yourself.” Adam warned after leaving her mouth and she nodded like a good girl. Elena gasped when all of a sudden his fingers were replaced with his thick monstrous length that plunged deep hitting her g-spot. “A..Adam!” Elena whimpered feeling the sensation rattling her core. “Yes... my witch.” Adam rounded his arms around her waist to hold her in place as he continued taking her roughly from behind. She felt full as he continued penetrating deeper. With every thrust her body jerked up.

Under the other women's terrified gazes, I was taken away. Suddenly, the other man grabbed my arm. I was confused for a moment. He slapped the back of my head, then waved at the spectacled man with a sinister leer. My breath hitched. I could smell a subtle fragrance, but I did not pay much attention to it. I followed behind the spectacled man nervously while looking for an escape. The basement was dark. There were cobwebs all over the gray walls. The smell of mold permeated the air, making me choke and cough.

A love once unshakable. Juliette exhaled. Focus. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The Trap They pulled up to the edge of the forgotten district. Buildings stood in decay, rusted beams jutting into the night like broken bones. The air stank of oil, mildew, and silence. Juliette pointed. “That one”. A massive brick structure loomed ahead, its sign long faded. Damon drew a concealed firearm from his coat. She didn’t ask where it came from. She just nodded and followed. The front door was chained shut. But Damon found a side entrance - a rotted panel just wide enough to squeeze through.

This action caused the two to fall straight down into a five feet deep pit with smooth cemented walls, with just enough room for a normal adult to move two steps forwards in any direction. Yuri placed one hand onto the wall nearest to her only to find that the cemented walls seemed to be extremely smooth. So much so that it isn’t possible for Ren and her to climb out of the pit. And by the looks of things, this trap room was just built. “Kanzaki, you bastard!” Ren roared in fury as he tilted his head upwards to glare at Kanzaki’s smirking face above them where the surface was now fitted with a metal trapdoor with bars stretched across it.