Novel & Cerita Lewd Dungeon Adventures

He looked at Jon without interest. “I was wondering if you could order a game for me or if you knew the company that put it out. It’s called Dark Dungeons.” “It’s one of them weird ones like Dungeons and Dragons.” “Yeah.” With a sigh, the old man pulled out a mammoth catalogue and flipped through it. “Got a card game called Dark Cults.” “That’s not it.” “Then I can’t help you.” “You have no information on it?” The old man stabbed at the catalogue with an irritated finger. “It’s not in the book!”

All that’s left is the mountain itself. However— “A dungeon…?!” The wolves found a cave at the west side, the base of the mountain. At the end of the cave, there’s a passageway leading to the underground. We are currently at the cave entrance, with fourteen wolves and eight snow leopards with us. They are currently waiting for my decision— to explore the dungeon or not. To be honest, the wolves and snow leopards have been using search magic along the way as they explore the forest.

Vildus was donning black leather slacks and a long leather coat, he wore no shirt and his ribbed chest was fully on display as he entered the premises with his two minions. Guards had been stationed in places to keep the peace as vampires were known to not follow the laws. They were led to the dungeon hall where the main event was currently taking place by one of the guards. The air of the dungeon was saturated with boisterous moans and whimpers. It simmered and smelled of sex, drugs and booze. The scent of blood and arousal had intermixed and hung heavily in the red-lit area. Vildus took a long whiff as he stepped down the final stair and took in the vast hall. It was cluttered with naked a

, the second guard said. The sorcerer moved closer to them pointing his stalf to them, he was about to cast some spell but unknowingly for us five guards came from nowhere and seized us. I told the sorcerer, "we are dead". He replied saying," no we aren't". They took inside a dungeon. Inside the Dungeon was totally ridiculous and disgusting. I got irritated with the floor that looked unwashed for about three years ago. We could hear the voice of some people inside another dungeon nearby us.

“Already fucking dripping. You been clenching that nerd cunt all day thinking about getting wrecked again?” Lia moaned shamelessly, spreading her legs wider. “Yes… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Ethan smirked in the rearview mirror. “Tonight we’re breaking you completely, whore. Two cocks are gonna ruin every hole until you can’t even walk straight.” They drove to the old equipment storage room behind the arena. The second the door slammed shut and locked, they were on her like animals. Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them.

I gave him a scornful look but he still guided me to the stairs and out of the metal door where I startlingly saw Phillius who is already waiting for me to get out of the dungeon. The door of the dungeon is in the middle of the garden like a secret passage which automatically opens when I press a button on the side of it. It cannot be seen clearly by humans because the metal door is covered with artificial grass that hides it from plain sight. But for the werewolves, this dungeon is not a secret to any of them because I am sure they clearly smell the awful stink down of it and I wonder how many Faes Phillius had captured to torture down that horrible place.

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

The dungeon smells terrible; I suppose the way anyone would imagine them to smell – piss, vomit, shit, ugh, great. There are two dungeons in Dalgaard Mansion. The dungeon to the west isn’t really what you’d call a dungeon; it’s more like a basic hotel. Though the rooms are cells, they have beds and working toilets with small sinks. Those cells are reserved for anyone who pisses off the King or Queen. People who haven’t really done anything wrong but need to be shown who’s boss without losing their lives.

I decided I would kill him later. Once at home, I dragged her into the playroom like a caveman. Most dungeons had the common theme of black leather and metal. My room was different. It was more of a kinky whorehouse and I loved the sound of Angela's laugh. Her eyes admired the corner bed covered in red velvet, with gold throw pillows, the low lighting with garish coverings, and interspersed between the medieval torture devices large red and gold pillows pushed the room to flamboyant. "You're weird."

Emberlynn swallowed hard; her eyes widened as she gazed around. "Can you walk?" she nodded, and Leo let her down. Testing her legs on the floor, she took a step before taking another. The dungeon was damp and dimly lit. The air was thick with the stench of mold and decay. The walls were made of rough-hewn stone, and the floor was covered in a thin layer of straw, damp and musty. The only light came from flickering torches, casting eerie shadows on the walls as they danced in the draft from the door.