Lewd Dungeon Adventures Novels & Stories

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

Mickie, a strong and old wolf in my pack holds my mothers arm and speaks coldly to Fehdrik. In the end, we were able to build six more dungeons, one that was magically hallucinatory, with a 50 year sentenece was my favorite. The chambers next to that we would cut off all the fingers and toes of any one who committed treason or atrocities and many more for years to come, then they'd just rot in a cell for however long their time was, with no windows, doors, or food. Depending how long your bid was, you might not have to go through all six torture chambers. Hunnie ended up falling asleep after she took a bath, my request of bringing her something greasy seemed to had knocked her out. She was o

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?”

There was no place better than the dungeon to master his newly received skill. He used his stealth as he peeked at the party who were fighting the monsters on the fifteenth floor. The party had 2 mages, 1 swordsman, 1 spearman, and 1 healer. He quietly watched them as he took in every spell that both the mages uses. “Even adventurers from other regions come here for the experience. I think I chose the best place, right Blur?” Dio brushed Blur’s fur with his fingers and his bond purred in response.

“He’s bought Club Heaven. I slipped him the number. They’ve got a batch of underage girls ready for him from all over.” “How young?” “13 or so at youngest, fifteen at the oldest,” I grinned, “Suppose he’s a man who couldn’t handle a real woman.” Chloe lowered her head until her lips met my groin, her eyes closed as she swallowed the way I liked. I clenched a hand in her hair. She didn’t make a sign as she swallowed around my cock, tightening around me until my toes curled at the nearly unbearable pleasure. “What was his reaction?” Wade’s voice shocked me, nearly breaking my focus on keeping my voice even.

The sound of metal scraping against the stone floor echoed off the damp walls, a shrill lament that seemed to embody the despair of everyone who had ever passed through there. Freya felt the impact before she even realized she had been dropped. The dungeon floor was icy, an unforgiving granite surface covered by a thin layer of slime and mold. The smell down here was different from the burning of Oakhaven; it wasn’t smoke, but the stagnant odor of wet earth, urine, and the rancid fear of centuries of suffering.

Not Lou and Ward's. Calder, for once, is blindfolded as well. I reach out and grasp for him, and a moment later, I find his arm. We manage to lock hands as Lou and Ward continue to lead us through the house's winding hallways. "If your surprise is a sex dungeon, then I think it's only fair to warn us first," I say. That gets a laugh from everyone. "It's not a sex dungeon," Ward says. "But you're giving me some ideas for future renovations."

I nodded and smiled at this as I looked forward to all the attention from the priests. Finally wanting more information on what goes on in the dungeon I asked who among them had experienced it. They all smiled, but Tim practically beamed. Tim took the initiative and began explaining that the dungeon made use of the handkerchief system to get things started. If someone came into the dungeon with a white handkerchief, they would be treated like a sex slave (forced to give blowjobs to any priest there, have their tongue forced into an asshole and forced to rim, have their asshole rimmed deep and left dripping with spit, plus being fucked long and hard possibly while being restrained) but withou

The air in the room felt suffocating, so I left, my footsteps echoing softly down the hallway. The house was alive with motion. Maids bustled past, carrying trays and dusting corners, though more than a few paused to give me sharp, judgmental stares. I frowned. What’s their problem? I muttered inwardly, ignoring them as I continued down the stairs. That’s when I heard his voice. “Assemble all the men. To the dungeon.” Dungeon? My brows knitted. What kind of house had a dungeon? I froze, curiosity prickling at my skin. Adriano strode ahead with Santo and Lorenzo flanking behind him . Without even realizing it, my feet moved on their own. Curiosity, stronger than fear, pulled me forward. I kep

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.