Novel & Cerita Lewd Dungeon Adventures

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.

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.

All eyes turned to her, this strange pale woman with blood-red lips and glowing eyes. “Aldrian is not man. Nor wolf. He’s an abomination pulled from the underbelly of the ancient realms. He sacrificed his soul in a dark forest ritual. He’s bound to Florence, and through her, to the darkest dungeons sealed under the mortal crust.” “What dungeons?” Linna asked sharply. Kala’s gaze swept the hall, deadly and still. “The Dungeons of the Forgotten—sealed by the first Moon Queen millennia ago. The same dungeons that once housed the gods who defied balance. They’re opening.”

“Yes. I’m always a good girl. Always.” I braced myself on my elbows, relaxing into the way he worked me. Three fingers turned to four, and he twisted them deep, making me cry out. He loosened me like a master, but my pussy still gripped his fingers like a vice, muscles ready to clamp around metal spines. The whisk had become quite infamous online. Luckily, my friends and family avoided Julian’s novels. The covers were more than enough for them. “I need to see inside your beautiful cunt,” he said. “All the way in. Spread and hungry.”

I came here early because I didn't want to bump into anyone else on the way, not that they would notice me if I used stealth but just to be safe. Although the dungeon resembles a forest, two roads split it up into two halves and were created by humans. The only creatures in this dungeon were Poison Vipereons of common rank and Giant Bears of uncommon rank. The adventure association gave me all the information about the dungeon, and it was all the information that the dungeon could provide. As it was already a human-conquered dungeon, it had now become a goldmine providing resources on a regular basis. An arrow flew out of my hand as I turned quickly.

The Midnight Contract 2 The hidden door opened into a softly lit corridor that felt like stepping into another world. Rich crimson walls, heavy velvet drapes, and the faint scent of incense and sex in the air. My bare pussy throbbed with every step I took behind Damien, the cool air teasing my slick folds and making me painfully aware of how empty I felt. My fingers still tingled from where he’d sucked them clean. I couldn’t stop replaying the way his tongue had swirled around them—like he was savoring the taste of my desperation.

"What's not to like?" "Well, anyway. One of the girls has a friend who said she'd visited a brand new dungeon in the city." She giggled. "They all had a shocked look on their faces. At first I thought it was because of the BDSM thing. But then I realized they thought it was a real dungeon." "Not the first time that's happened," he told her. "Anyway, her friend is into the lifestyle and told her all about this place. It's called Indulgence. Have you heard of it?"

He used a keycard to unlock them, and pushed them open. My breath caught in my throat. The room was bathed in a soft, red light. The walls were lined with dark velvet, and the floor was covered in thick, black carpet. One wall was a floor-to-ceiling mirror, reflecting the room’s contents back at me. There was a large, four-poster bed with restraints attached to the posts. A sawhorse-like bench with leather padding. A St. Andrew’s cross. And a wall of shelves, neatly arranged with an array of implements I’d only ever seen in my most secret, late-night internet searches. Paddles, floggers, crops, dildos of every shape and size, clamps, gags, and things I couldn’t even name. It was a dungeon. A

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

***** Note from the Author: There is explicit sex, forced sexual acts, violence, monstrous behavior and animal aggression. Please read with caution as some elements can be triggering. ***** The dungeon was cold, dank and dark. And frankly, I was sick to death of it. Right now, the Lord keeping me in his hold, Elijah Frost, was intent on humping me against the wall. His pale body sweating as he pumped upward into me. His narrow hips thrusting wildly in desperation and scraping my rear against jagged stone. While he gripped my legs alongside his hips so tightly, I was sure I'd have bruises. Pulling them toward him as he pushed in and up. Touching deep in my center.