Lewd Dungeon Adventures Novels & Stories

Leo yelled-whispered, and then yanked the keys of the dungeons and threw it towards me. Catching the keys, I fumbled around until I found the specific key labeled "D" for dungeons. I opened the lock with a loud clang. Inside, the dungeon was worse than I remembered. Narrow cells lined both sides, iron bars rusted and bent, and the floor was slick with moisture and filth. A few prisoners stirred as we passed, eyes following us from the dark. I saw hope flaring and dying just as fast when they saw who we were and where we were going.

Lea whispers and I close my eyes for a second because this conservation is sensitive and has the potential to alter our entire lives in the process. “I went to the pack dungeons today,” I start, holding Lea’s hands in a tight grip. “What? How?” Surprise registers on her face, “Who took you there? I have been a pack member for years and even I don’t know where the dungeons are!” I knew that she didn’t know where the pack dungeons were and I didn’t want to think about what it meant I just had to ask him once and Noah was ready to take me to the dungeons and even let me talk to the captured rogues.

Yet about the time that she opens her mouth to decline is the same time that Hunter comes over to Adam and tugs on his shirt. “Yeah, buddy?” Adam asks the child with a big smile. “Liam says you got a dungeon here in your castle! Is he lying?” Hunter asks Adam with a serious frown. “He's not lying to you. I do have a dungeon. It's right below us.” Hunter's eyes go wide as saucer plates and his mout forms an astonished 'oh' for a moment before the excitement sets in. He bounces up and down on his heels begging, “Can I please see it? Please?”

I followed behind them and as the door clasped shut, I leaned my back against it watching as Jaymes took a bottle of wine, cocking it open and taking a huge gulp. “Take it easy, you've been drinking all day.” Cole fired. “Besides, the best part is yet to come,” Cole leered at me again, then sticking his tongue out and strutting closer to me. “Ever been to sex dungeon before? Trust me, you'll get your fantasy and desires satisfied.” Jaymes pressed a button under a table and a door by the corner clicked open out of nowhere. I jerked at the sound, quickly sending a cold look at them.

It was as if the very walls of the dungeon were soaked in the tears of the tormented souls that inhabited it. With the surroundings shrouded in an ominous gloom, I relied on Lena's keen vision to pierce through the shadows. The dungeon stretched before me, a labyrinth of grimy walls and murky passageways, each corner cloaked in an unsettling stillness broken only by the mournful wails that echoed through the air.

He had a flair for the dramatic, and when he hosted these weekend getaways, they always bordered on debauchery. She hadn’t seen most of them in months, but when she stepped into the glass-walled cabin tucked deep in the woods, it felt like no time had passed. There was alcohol on every surface, music humming low from unseen speakers, and a thick, lingering sense of danger in the air — the kind that made your thighs press together. Amara kept her sweater on.

Locked In The Dungeon Arielle's POV The grip on my arms loosened as I was thrown into the dungeon, my face hitting the cold stone floor that seemed to reek of rust, decay, and the sweet, primal aroma of werewolf sweat. I could hear the sound of the iron bars locking behind me.

ariel:- how can dungeon kill that many people are idiots why they go inside and how the greed of one magic item let all this suicide. old man:- that not happen in greed but whenever dungeon appears it comes with the epidemic, which kills that many people and this dungeon rise 200 years ago and until now many people try but they failed to capture it, some people like you trying to capture the dungeon for a selfish and greedy reason and play the price with their life. ariel:- don't look at me my reason is not selfish at all it might be arrogant or foolish but it can never be selfish. old man:- okay now listen, I don't know about way but I know it is somewhere at a desert place called mati.

I yanked his trousers and underwear down in one motion, exposing his smooth, firm ass and the hard cock hanging between his legs, already leaking onto the carpet. I kicked his legs wider apart. I grabbed the small bottle of lube I kept in my desk drawer (yes, I had been prepared for this) and slicked my fingers. I pressed one finger against his tight hole and pushed inside. Liam moaned loudly, pushing back against my hand. “Quiet,” I warned, adding a second finger and scissoring them. “Unless you want the night security to hear you getting fucked by me.” He bit his lip, whimpering as I stretched him open, curling my fingers to find that spot inside him.

“You’re kidding. What was even being bet?” “School lunches. Mostly chocolate puddings. Clover is suspended for two days.” Reno looked almost impressed with her. “Well guess what your son did,” I started. “Finch nearly stole three hundred Euros worth of merchandise from the store. I didn’t notice until Leo stopped us.” “No fucking way.” “Bad word!” Clover called. “Sorry sweetie!” Reno called back. “Three hundred Euros worth?” “Mhmm. Why am I impressed?” I asked. “Same reason I’m impressed by our pudding betting daughter.” Reno smiled.