Lewd Dungeon Adventures Novels & Stories

Nikolai Hours ago... My fingers fiddle with the photo in my palm as the door to the dungeon slides open. While there is barely any light, my vision sees just fine. Deep in the rotten stench of the ground is Adams. To see him wallow in depression, his skin dried to the bone, his hair clinging to his skin like mud, dirtied, his pheromones mixed with the nauseating smell of filth and vomit, makes every muscle under my skin excited.

The Chief head of the dungeon immediately rushed out of the building to welcome us. “Alpha! Beta! Welcome!” He greeted me with a bow. “How are you Adams? We are here to see the rogue that was brought in yesterday!.” Jason spoke on our behalf. “I am fine, thank you for asking! Let me lead you to the rogue. Please follow me!”. Adams said and started to walk into the building. The whole building of the dungeon was constructed in a caved rogue. It’s about four stories high and it also contains about a two story high basement. The basement is where the most notorious and dangerous criminals are being kept.

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.

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

It was the kind of song meant for margaritas and easy Sunday afternoons, but as I stepped deeper into the hallway, the sound began to distort, echoing off the industrial tile. “Don’t try any funny shit, De Luca. One wrong move and it’s over.” I said nothing, moving toward the back. The sweetness of the music clashed violently with the scent of rotting corpses that hit me as I went further. My gut twisted. The door creaked open, and Adrian peeked his head out, wiggling a bloodied knife at me in time with the beat. He was humming along. I lunged forward, and he laughed, the sound cutting through me, just as I reached him.