Falin Delicious In Dungeon Novels & Stories

I sniff again and slam a large dirt mat aside. "What the fuck" "Do you remember Finn saying they had the opportunity to study us closely ?" I pull on the iron ring, and a trapdoor opens up. "That's why there is a glass wall inside the dungeon !" Just like in the other basement, there is a staircase down to a dark room. I find a switch and turn it on. The whole room is illuminated in a faint yellowish tinge. "Are you coming ?" I go downstairs. "That smell reminds me of the little witch with the fiery hair". Martin laughs as he is following me.

“Fuck… I’m fucking close, Deadly.” My voice came out shaky. I lifted my hips, pushing myself against his mouth while my fingers tightened in his hair. His tongue flicked faster over the sensitive spot and a sharp gasp escaped me. My hands slid over the table as my body trembled. “Your fucking juice is all over my mouth. I knew you could come back-to-back on Deadly’s cock,” he murmured. His fingers moved between my legs again, rubbing slow circles over my clit. A soft moan slipped out of me while my thighs quivered.

They sat at the table, digging into the meal; fluffy eggs, crispy bacon, and toasted bread; but Eli was still groggy, his eyes half-closed as he poked at his food. Zeke filled them in on Noni over bites of food. "Noni's in the dungeon, recovering. I want to bring him into our mix, but only if you're all good with it. He's a mess right now, subspace city (chuckles) but he'd fit well." Delilah nodded enthusiastically, licking egg from her fork. "Sounds hot. He's got that energy we'd all enjoy." Damien agreed, but Eli just whimpered, pushing his plate away. Without a word, he stood and wandered toward the dungeon door, his body moving on instinct.

Amira was sound asleep upstairs, curled up with her favorite stuffed sea otter and the blanket Nate’s mom had crocheted for her. Nate and I slipped out the front door quietly, hand in hand, letting the screen creak softly behind us. The air was still warm, the pavement cooling under our bare feet as we wandered down the sidewalk, lit by a mix of porch lights and flickering lamps. It was peaceful. He bumped his shoulder against mine. “So, how many cannonballs did Damien do before he almost broke your spine?” “Four. Maybe five. I lost count after the one where he nearly took Zach’s eye out,” I laughed. “We need to make ‘no aquatic warfare’ a house rule.”

"We did it!" Adelaine shouted as she and her team killed the boss of the dungeon. Dungeon of the Rare Rank Heart of the Ocean. Laura screamed with excitement, "It's been such a long weekkkkk!". "Adelaine, what level have you reached now?! Show me! Show me!" Laura and the rest of the team stared at Adelaine with gleaming eyes. "I'll show you guys. Just be patient and don't show those hungry looks at me!" Adelaine laughed.

We nod and re-open the trap door and descend down into the dungeon. There’s a reason this place is called a dungeon and not a prison. We have a prison back at Invictus, but it’s modern and kept sterile. This, however, is exactly what you picture when you hear the word dungeon. As we make our way down the stone stairs, Vitali and I have to cover our noses to keep from vomiting. It’s the most putrid stench I’ve ever encountered. Wet, stone walls covered in dirt, mould, and dry blood. The ground is made of dirt, and I don’t want to even think of how many years it’s been accumulating blood.

Alden questioned. "I miss actions. Sorry boss but we've been hibernating for quite a while now. Stitching soft dolls isn't exactly my cup of tea. I'm getting delicate already!" he even stomped his feet like a kid. Alden and Martin chuckled. "That's the evidence. Boss, we must save him before he would become a total jelly!" Alden proposed to me making the rest burst into laughter. "All right, Dante! Go with them!" Martin ordered after seeing me nod. The man was as happy as a lark. "So, who are we gonna kill?" he immediately asked making us all dumbfounded.

Zalakai asked before he chuckled to himself, "He must've have played his cards right for him to be back down here." "Seducing a nun is not easy." Felix grumbled as he pushed open the door. Screams of anguish filled his ears as he stepped out into a gargantuan sized cavern. Fire licked up up the walls of the cliffs, a lava river coursed through the domain. Black winged, crow-like Demons flew about, some carried carcasses or even still living, breathing beings. "Don't you just love the sound of pain in the morning?" Zalakai half joked, but Felix gave no response. "Tough crowd."

His breath reeked of garlic and cheap whiskey. Damien didn’t flinch. *"Just drive."* The SUV turned down a narrow alley, the headlights illuminating a rusted metal door marked with a single symbol—a rat, its tail coiled into a crown. Ferraro’s mark. The door groaned open, revealing a yawning darkness beyond. ### **The Dungeon** The air inside was thick with the stench of mildew, blood, and something far worse—the cloying sweetness of decay. The walls wept condensation, the concrete floor slick with things Damien didn’t want to identify.

Continuing to her tummy, her magic intensifies as she pushes it through herself into Maribell’s baby. ‘We have in in the dungeons’ My mate tells me, I look at Denu “He is in the dungeons” Is all I say. “Good, he’s a piece of shit” is all Denu says before she walks over and asks Fallon if she needs anything. “Brew the elixir, the herbs are in my bag” She tells Denu. I hear a small whimper come from Maribell as Fallon's nose starts to bleed, a sign she has over stretched her magic.