Falin Delicious In Dungeon Novels & Stories

The maid already heightened into more than seven feet and her teeth had grown sharper and numerous Alden dipped his hand into his inner shirt pocket, he brought out a bottle with a glowing yellow substance in it and poured it into the extract mixture " This will do" "Get back" King Durham instructed Scarlet. Alden opened the dungeon metal gate and immediately the maid ran out, ready to snap the neck of anyone her hands could grab. Alden was the closest to her and he was her first target

He could not wait to see what would change after all five altars available on this floor were restored. “This key works!” Charlie hooted with joy over the alliance chat. “What if it works for the rest of the labyrinth?” Zen raised his brow. Would the developers allow such a feature? It felt too overpowered. “You can try,” Zen replied, not wanting to sound like a wet blanket. It was difficult for these assassins to be interested in anything more than killing. The change was welcome. Not too long later, Damian announced that he had stumbled upon the boss dungeon’s entrance.

it might be that 1-2 months before the real battle, who nows when they change their mind so, he should capture it. he has his smartphone, and he can gather any useful information, from it, he couldn't get any information about jewellery but he finds out full information about the dungeon. The dungeon itself carries many secrewhareseis still unknown, many dangerous beasts live there, who are like to eat human flesh, many bloods lusty monster live there, it's not going to be easy journey, there are many screat lies there who know what they face in future, since there future a insertion and what done is done, but some herbs help to heal and some of them give super power, and some of them are al

Chapter Eight Zara’s POV “Hey wake up and have something to eat” My eyes immediately opened when I heard the dungeon open and an elderly looking woman came in with a large stainless steel tray filled with food. I am so hungry that I smelled the scent of the food even before she came into the dungeon. I and the other ladies also stood up as we all rushed to grab a plate. I thought the plate would contain some rotten or ugly looking food but the food on the plate looked delicious. There was even chicken and plantains with side soup.

Lazriel falls back onto his heels, breathing hard but upright. “You did it,” Caelan says. I don’t speak. I’m watching the rat stagger unsteadily inside the circle. Alive, but changed. Its eyes are wide, too aware. It scrambles out of the sigil and disappears into the shadows of the corridor, vanishing between cracks in the stone. The dungeon feels different now. Not triumphant, more disturbed. “You found the seam,” I say quietly. Lazriel nods once, still catching his breath. “And you can hold it.”

The second the steam hits the air, a totally mouth-watering, rich aroma wafts right over the stone walls of the Bloodmoon Trials Arena, hitting the noses of Ezekiel's group the exact second they stomp back from their mountain chores. "What amazing meat dish is Azel's side boiling up right now?" Zinnia Frost asks, his nose twitching wildly as his stomach lets out a huge rumble. He had only swallowed one single raw chive dumpling for breakfast, and their lunch at the village den was completely basic, leaving his inner wolf totally famished.

Chapter 8 When we reached the bottom floor, this dungeon didn’t smell like most. There was always the smell of blood, vomit and emptied bowels where the prisoners were tortured for information; but this dungeon was like club freaking Med. I looked at Tina and Ron and we just shook our heads, it actually smelled like air fresheners and cleaning products. I rubbed my temples and mindlinked the team, “This is some bullshit. I could vacation here.” I said shaking my head.

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

It didn't take long for him to resume thrusting; this time, he was spewing profanities while making deliciously dirty remarks about my oral pussy. Finally, he slammed my throat one last fucking time, bottoming out, his throat reaching places in my throat that it hadn't even touched all this time. I felt his cock pulse as he erupted inside me, not just once but three fucking times, his warm cumload filling my throat. He slowly pulled out, strings of drool adorning his shaft. I didn't waste time swallowing his love gruel, ignoring the discomfort of my throat that had been ruthlessly fucked sore and raw.

Monalisa heart raced as she entered into the hole which leads to the dungeon. ‘Am in’ she said through the telecomm as she walked slowly with the rest of the ex-cosa nostra behind her. She waited for them all to enter before she began to move slowly. The dungeon smelt of blood, rotten flesh in four words, the dungeon smelt horrible. Lisa covered her nose and walked slowly as she passed the dungeon, she saw some people half alive, few unharmed and some dead; she hoped they wouldn’t shout at them to help them or implicate them, but to their amazement they all kept quiet and ignored them.