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40b47c No.829

In this world, there are monsters. Dark creatures which betray the spirits of men, and which turn the human soul against itself. You are an adventurer; A brave, proud young soul, who seeks to make a name for themself. Delving into the dark places of the world. And encountering the grim creatures therein. Fighting them in brutal combat, you either win… or are consumed. If you succeed, your name is known to all, and you can retire. If you fail… Well. Consumed.

There's one small problem with this. There's been a change in the Demon Lords. The reports have filtered out of the dungeons. Where once monsters were horrific beasts, cruel, mindless, deadly, and ravenous, now… They have changed. They are soft. Inviting. Tender. And all male. Yes, very male, and extremely fascinated with adventurers. They are not cruel, or at least, not exceptionally so. But they have an intense desire for making adventurers into their slaves. Their particular preferences vary a great deal, but it has made adventuring a somewhat more… embarrassing proposition.

You, however, don't have much of a choice. You can either choose to delve into the dungeon, or you can get your legs repossessed by the Adventurer's Guild. The latter isn't really an option for you. And so, you stand before the entrance to the town dungeon. The town is undercut by catacombs and labyrinths from ages past. Monsters gather in this place, and they hoard treasures they have excavated from the ancient parts of the city. You've been called forth to action, to delve down; To find monsters, to defeat them, and to avoid the embarrassing fates that have struck all who have failed to make their way through the dungeon so far…

But who are you? A proud, red-headed warrior, firm and handsome? A thief, lithe, dark-skinned, and clever? A mage, cursed by her own hubris, but with power aplenty? Or a priest, innocent, clever, and blessed with the protection of his god…?

1: The Warrior (Male)

2: The Thief (Female)

3: The Mage (Futa)

4: The Priest (Trap)

(Here's how this works. Choose your class, a monster boy race, and a fetish. If you want to specify, you can also decide whether you want the race to be masculine, or trappy. When we've got six, I'll begin the dungeon; I'll describe each floor in turn, and offer three options. Each of these three options will be tied to one of the six monster boys. I may make them themed, I may not. The adventurer gets hit with the kink that is associated with that monster boy. If you get hit with the same kink three times, total- Game over. Your character undergoes a… 'bad' ending, wherein they end up belonging to some cute monster boy. I reserve the right to blow off certain kinks- But the only ones that I'm going to blow off are A: guro, and B: scat. Anything else is fair game. Feel free to specify for your kink whether you want the main character to be giving, or receiving.)

1e138e No.831

>>829

Class: The Priests

Monster boy race: lamia (masculine)

Fetish: bondage


d9544d No.838

Class: Warrior

Monster boy race: Arachne (trappy)

Fetish: Sissification.


d8779f No.851

>>829

Class: Mage

Monster boy race: Kitsune (masculine)

Fetish: Lactation (giving)


d4cf95 No.852

Class: Priest

Monster boy race: Cheshire cat (somewhere between masculine and trappy)

Fetish: filling people's mouths with his thick cum


043ff2 No.857

Class: Priest

Monster race: Incubus

Fetish: Domination/Humiliation


a02259 No.858

Class: Thief

Monster race: Danuki

Fetisch: Oral fixation (Giving and receiving)


a02259 No.859

All in all this seems like it's gonna be one hell of a dungeon crawl. Three priests, a mage, a warrior, and a thief. At least it'll be pure. Or impure.


8f9a9d No.860

>>859

I am under impression that there will be 6 Monsterboys but just one adventurer, we are voting which one MC will be.


a02259 No.870

>>860

Well here's to hoping tumblr guy clarifies and starts us up soon


40b47c No.871

>>870

Yes there will be one adventurer. After this one ends, we'll start with a new hero, and a new set of monster boys and fetishes, and I'll be putting up the first post tonight, after I finish the project I'm currently working on, which is writing literally 10,000 words today for the novel I'm working on. ;p


40b47c No.881

The dungeon's theme seems to be, well. Catacombs. At this level, the dungeon is mostly old, walled-off store stockrooms and that kind of thing. There's are a few ancient oil lanterns that seem to have been fed with fresh oil and lit. You are Nikki, Worshipper to Hoh-gahn, God of Manliness. You became a worshipper when you were about 13, when you were first mistaken for a girl. Unfortunately, despite your constant, carefu following of Hoh-gahn's taboos and rituals, you have remained almost painfully feminine. Your long, silky blonde hair would be the envy of queens, and frankly, you would joyfully give it up to them for a handful of coppers, if that was an option. Unfortunately, one of Hoh-gahn's taboos forbids the cutting of body hair. As your only hair is the stuff growing from your head, it's just another way that Hoh-gahn's teachings have screw- That is, have made your life more difficult.

You are not a monster boy fetishist. That's important to note, nowadays. Plenty of adventurers get into it because they're interested in meeting some dashing, or cute monster boy, getting swept off their feet, and getting fucked senseless. It's all really disgraceful, and to willingly allow yourself to be ravished by a monster boy would be a violation of Hoh-gahn's taboos. You'd probably be at significant risk of getting cursed, and Hoh-gahn doesn't screw around with his curses. So you take a few seconds to gird yourself with thoughts of disgust, reminding yourself how gross monster boys are. Despite your feminine body, you are most certainly NOT gay, and you certainly have not been kept up at night reading the illicit pornographic books that your order has confiscated. And you absolutely have never fantasized about the strong arms of a monster boy wrapped around you. Just to be perfectly clear about that. Because the person who was manning the gate winked at you, and chuckled, asking whether you would be needing a hot bath when you came out of the dungeon.

Your staff twinkles with light, creating a warm, bright light that glows and provides significantly better lighting on this floor. As you make your way along, you find yourself at a crossroads. There are three doors here. One, to your left, appears to lead into the basement of a tailor shop. Large webs fill the shop, ancient cobwebs that look strong enough to catch and hold a horse… To your right, there is an ancient food storehouse. Most of the food there is likely to be inedible, but there may be iron rations, the thick, heavy loafs that could survive a minor apocalypse, the sort of thing that will keep you going as you delve deep into the depths of the dungeon. And straight ahead is… Well, it appears to be an old book store.

You can hear a soft, distant laughter echoing around you. Whichever way you go, you're likely to find a route deeper into the dungeon, and a foe blocking your path…

Choices: The tailor shop; The food storehouse; or the book store.

There are three possible monsters for this; The Cheshire Cat, the Incubus, and the Arachne. It is worth noting that kinks have been randomized- The same monster, for example, may have different kinks depending on what floor you encounter them on. So, it's pretty much down to luck, whether or not you'll be able to make it through all ten floors successfully!


a02259 No.884

>>881

YES

WE PURE NOW BOYS

Let's hit up that book store. Knowledge is power.


d9544d No.885

>>881

Read books gain knowledge


8150b3 No.889

>>884

>>885

What if all the books are pornographic?

They could contain useful information, everything is just laced with all kinds of lewd things. Book about human anatomy may devote half of it to genitalia, every recipe on cookbook has notes on how that particular dish affects libido and semen volume and so on.

TL;DR have lots an lots of erotic books in library or have every book be "erotic cookbook" kind of guide to its field.


40b47c No.892

The book store is curiously well-kept. There's no dust on the shelves, no sign of any damaged books. The books on the shelves, in fact, look very well kept. There are a number of different sections- Fiction stories, manuals on useful tasks, but the place that draws your eyes are the spellbooks. Naturally, your god provides you with a certain amount of magical knowledge, but Hoh-gahn respects those who try to better themselves. The dozens of large spellbooks insist that you only take a few with you, to save space for loot and treasure, but you still manage to find some excellent books. You pop one open, just to read it, and find it's full of fascinating spells. Enhance Manhood, Bull's Strength, Boost Fertility… These spells should help you a great deal in becoming a man among men! You're just putting one away, when there's a soft laugh, from just to your side.

You turn your head. A laughing set of teeth appear, followed by a warm-lipped, handsome mouth. Next appear a pair of bright yellow eyes. A face appears, firm-chinned, strong, with high cheek bones. Then a head full of wild purple hair, hanging across his shoulders, long and wild, with a pair of purple-furred ears sticking up through the hair. He's braided some of his hair into a long strand, bound with black ribbons, and dipped in ink, making it black, and hanging across his cheek. His arms appear next, slender but strong, and his bare chest. He wears nothing but a pair of shorts, purple, stretched tightly around his hips. When his package appears, you find yourself staring, the thick bulge stretching the fabric of his clothes somewhat. He winks at you, shaking his hips from side to side, as his tail whips behind him. His legs finally appear, leaving him dancing in front of you. "Welcome, customer!" He gives you a bright, warm, open smile. "It's so good to have a customer at my store, at last! Please, feel free to peruse- This place did used to be a library, after all!" He's toned, but not overly masculine, his appearance slightly androgynous… But he's still quite a bit manlier than you.

You draw your staff, and he smiles, dancing back, holding up his hands. "Please! No need for that." He vanishes, and suddenly, he's right behind you, his arms wrapped around your chest, under your arms. He's at least six inches taller than you… And he smells quite nice, the scent of flowers on his hair as his braid hangs across your chest. He's settled his package securely against your somewhat-too-plush-ass, and is resting his face against your hair, taking deep breaths from you. You can feel his manhood twitching and swelling against the curve of your ass. Oh, dear.

"U-Unhand me, foul beast!" you shout, struggling a bit. The Cheshire Catboy giggles, and kisses your ear, as his hand rests on your own groin, squeezing you. The strength goes out of your limbs as you feel a dangerous little pleasure rising inside of you. The Cheshire Cat's paw is soft, fluffy, and warm, and he squeezes you through the long, soft white-and-red robes that are your uniform of office. The catboy's chest begins to purr loudly, the sound rumbling in your ear, and relaxing your body. He's so warm… You hear the staff clatter to the ground, slipping free of your relaxed fingers.

"If you want to take the books, you have to pay the price. Don't worry… You'll love the price." The catboy giggles. "If you agree, simply open your mouth." You immediately open your mouth to protest the idea of paying any price to the cat. This proves to be a mistake. In an instant, the Cheshire Cat disappears. He reappears, sans his shorts, straddling your shoulders. His cock appears, balls-deep down your throat, and you pinwheel, tumbling down onto your back. His strong legs cushion the fall, and he grins, tangling his fingers in your hair. "How's it taste, cute little priest? Oooh, do you know much about sucking cock? You must have gotten accepted as a priest somehow, I hear that human boys have to do lewd things for the upper masters to get considered for training…" he coos teasingly. You, in the meantime, are trying to adjust to the feeling of a cock balls-deep in your throat. The heat of it is intense, but to your great surprise, you aren't gagging or choking. Maybe it's because it appeared down your throat, rather than being shoved down. You are starting to get a little bit low on air, though!


40b47c No.893

The catboy seems to understand your movements, and withdraws, letting sweet air back into your lungs. Sweet, catboy-scented air. His groin has a small thatch of purple hair, soft and silky as it tickles your nose, and he grins. "Now, this isn't all one way!" He shifts. One leg stretches elegantly over your head, as he carefully revolves himself, his cock still stuck in your mouth. The salty taste of it is surprisingly satisfying, as a little bit of slick, bitter precum drips onto your tongue. The taste isn't as bad as you thought. A little harsh, but also strangely satisfying. You can feel him bending forward, though the curve of his ass obscures any sight of what he's doing. When your robe lift, and your tight white briefs are pulled down, though, you get a hint.

The warmth of his mouth is immaculate. His tongue and lips wrap firmly around your cock, squeezing and sucking on you slowly. You can feel him bobbing his head. He's much better at this than you are. You haven't had the chance to experience many blowjobs in your life, but this one is fantastic. The tongue is rough, but not painfully so, as it strokes your cock. It drifts slowly around the head, teasing you eagerly, before moving lower, running across your balls. Warm, slick saliva drips down the length of your cock, past his lips, to run over your balls. The heat of it leaves your head spinning with pleasure, and you barely even notice when the orgasm hits you. Your balls throb, as you splatter your load into the catboy's mouth. He sits up, pulling his cock out of your unresisting lips, grinning as he swallows down greedily. He licks his fingertips, grooming his hair with his paws with a superior smirk. "Well, gosh. For such an eager twink, I really thought you would've been better at blowjobs, but you just lay there like a lump on a log!" He smirks, and unaccountably, you feel ashamed of yourself for not giving him a good blowjob. "It's okay, though. You were very tasty. I might have to ask you to become my personal cream dispenser, next time we meet!" By this time, you've managed to struggle to your feet, righteous indignation returning. He vanishes with a laugh as you lunge for him, only to stumble. You retrieve your staff, and keep your mouth tightly shut as you look around for a way to continue.

The stairwell down is found in a far corner of the bookstore. Your pack laden with tomes of knowledge, your balls drained by a catboy- You'll call it a wash. It's not as though you enjoyed what the catboy was doing. That was just a biological reaction. The fact that you keep smacking your lips to taste a little bit of the precum he left on them is just a nervous reaction.

The next floor is an underground cavern. Streams of water and occasional hotsprings run through it, babbling and bubbling, respectively. You can feel the wind, fluttering through the cave, and hear a few odd things. You find yourself at another crossroads. This time, to your left, you can see the shine of a lamp, and the sound of metal clinking against metal down one passage- Civilization? Or just another trap? To your right, you can hear the whisper of wind rustling against something. Maybe a quicker way out of this dungeon when you want to retreat? Surely the wind must be passing THROUGH something. And to the front, you can see a bubbling hotspring. After the tongue-bathing the Cheshire Cat gave you, you feel unaccountably dirty inside… maybe a little dip in a hotspring would help? You could even take the chance to read through some of those books you got from the bookstore! You realize, to your surprise, that your thumb is in your mouth, and you're sucking gently on it. You yank it out, feeling a little spark of nervousness about the entirely innocent action.

KINKS: Oral fixation, giving/receiving,.

Choices: The Clink of metal; The rustle of wind; The lure of hotsprings.


8150b3 No.895

>>893

The lure of hotsprings.

It shouldn't prevent us doing either of the other two options afterwards.


40b47c No.896

>>895

You can stay around and linger on the floor if you want to lose particularly quickly! :-D


8150b3 No.897

>>896

Maybe the priest just quickly washes his dick, then checks where the wind comes from? having an escape route planned out wouldn't hurt.


d9544d No.898

Hot spring episode!


40b47c No.899

Just to let people know about the rules and goals… If our main character here makes it to the bottom of the dungeon- floor 10- without getting Bad-End'd, then he wins. Lingering around the floors will mean it gets that much harder to avoid a Bad End, but you can feel free to vote to do so.


8150b3 No.903

>>899

Sexual contact or ejaculating apparently does not result in instant bad end. (Compare Monstergirl Quest) So I guess he has to be captured and/or mindbroken or something similar.


8150b3 No.906

Cast detect evil or something at the hotspring.


a02259 No.909

Everybody's saying hotsprings but I'm fairly certain that's just begging to get us in trouble. Let's try the clink of metal. Maybe we can get a chastity cage :^) to keep us out of further trouble.


40b47c No.911

Well, we've got two votes for Hot Springs, and one vote for everything else! I'm going to go with the Hot Springs. The goal of this is to make your way to the bottom floor as quickly as possible, after all- if you visited three additional locations on your way down, victory becomes completely impossible! Remember, game over comes when you accumulate the same kink 3 times total- So you have a very narrow margin for victory.

You look in both directions, studying the place. You take a deep breath, and wave your hand. The Detect Evil spell pulses out like a wave of energy, slowly washing across the dungeon. It returns… And apparently, there's no evil in this dungeon. You sigh. Of course. It probably wouldn't pick up most monster boys, who tend not to be really evil. They're not great fans of hurting anyone, and they're not, with a few notable exceptions, particularly sadistic, cruel, or violent. They simply enjoy violating humans, and fucking them silly, and are extremely talented at sexual skills. This can make them very dangerous- But not evil. Most of them tend towards neutral alignments, and as such, are very hard to pick up with spells. Like, seriously. How do you cast 'detect neutral'? It'd pick up everything. Still, with the spell cast, you feel at least confident enough to check out the hot springs ahead.

A large, open cavern is filled with half a dozen tubs, ranging in size from single-person-only to a massive depression that looks like it could seat an entire convention of the heads of the church. Temperatures also seem to vary, from 'lukewarm' to 'almost scalding', but you find one that suits your own temperament, a warm hotspring that's hot, but not painfully so. You carefully check around the room, and cast a spell of Sanctuary- That should guarantee you some safety. As the blue fields of energy cover the entrances to the room, you undress. The robe slips off first, and is followed shortly by your tight white cotton briefs, falling onto the floor. You carefully slide into the hot water, making sure you don't slip and fall, as you slide down to kneel in the pool. Facing the edge, you open one of the spellbooks from your pack, leaning on the edge of the pool while your lower body lounges in the water. It's quite a comfortable position, and you find yourself relaxing delightfully. You read through the spellbook, so entranced that you don't notice the figure emerging from one of the hottest pools, where he was obscured by the clouds of steam and bubbling. His body dripping, he pads silently over to the pool, slipping into it with so little noise that you don't even notice his presence until he leans into your back, a large sponge in his hand. You twirl around, grabbing for your staff, and find yourself face to face with him as he grabs your wrists.

The Incubus has a swimmer's build. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, a triangular figure, his body is strong without being overly bulky. His skin is dark, the color of milk chocolate, and his eyes are a bright red. His large, thick, monstrous horns curve into a crown around his skull, as he easily holds you in place. This is bad. This is very bad. Hoh-gahn strictly forbids dalliances with Incubi… Because, among other things, they have a fondness of eating masculinity. This one smiles, as he leans forward. His lips meet yours, firm, and rough. You feel your own lips yield, becoming soft, as the kiss presses against yours. Your heart pounds so hard, you think it might explode, as you feel the Incubi's firm, proud manhood pressing against your own. The comparison is not a flattering one for you, as you shiver in his arms. He releases your wrists, as a pleasurable little trance falls over you. His hands slide down around your waist, and yours slide around his shoulders, as though you were a woman embracing her lover.


40b47c No.912

His dark hair is cut short, wet and messy. He breaks the kiss, and grins down at you. Suddenly, you feel strangely like a woman. Your hair is growing longer. Your lips feel soft, plush. The Incubus reverses positions with you, and suddenly, you are sat on his lap, as he sits at the edge of the pool. The hot water around your legs is pleasantly warm, as he spreads your thighs. Your own, somewhat inadequate manhood rests against his stomach, and he smiles, as his shaft hardens under you. It feels a great deal larger than your own. That brings a little bit of discomfort. He winks. "Are you worried about your first time, cute little thing? I could smell the virginity dripping off of you." He smiles, leaning in close, and presses his lips to yours again. His tongue invades your mouth, this time, slithering around your own tongue. He's damnably well practiced, and you can't help but melt against him, your whole body relaxing. His tongue coils around yours, beginning to stroke it up and down, as though he were handling your cock. The sensation leaves you dizzied, and so you aren't even remotely able to resist when he pumps the tip of his cock into your tight rear ring.

You've heard that the first time is painful. You seem to be getting off lightly. The sensation of being penetrated is discomforting, at first, but you rapidly grow used to it. Indeed, the real horror is what follows. Discomfort gives way to comfort, then to pleasure. Quite against your will, you swear to yourself, you're growing erect, your cock twitching and throbbing. The Incubus pumps his hips slowly, and the kiss is too sweet and distracting for you to resist him, as the tip of his cock presses against you, sliding deeper with each thrust. Suddenly, it prods up against something terribly, impossibly sensitive, and you nearly leap out of his lap before his arms force you back down on his cock. It prods against you again, and your back arches. A third time, it prods against you, and your semen splatters against his stomach. He smirks, breaking the kiss. "My! Priest, such a sensitive little ass. You must be very eager to be penetrated, to go off so quickly." He chuckles darkly as he watches your expression of muted rage and embarrassment, and kisses you on the forehead, making you quiver and soften against him again. His hips keep pressing.

Three more times, you feel him prod against that sensitive little place, building up the heat inside of you. A second orgasm is forced out of you, and then a third. Each time, you feel a strange little quivering. It's like the demon is wringing the masculinity out of your balls, forcing you to splatter it against his firm abdominal muscles. He has far more sexual stamina than you, but eventually, he appears satisfied, and he lets out a grunt as he releases inside of you. His seed is fiery, so hot it almost stings as it fills you up, your stomach aching as he pours the thick, demonic seed into your bowels. The pleasure, however, is overwhelming. You feel his dark seed, pouring up inside of you, your body arching, tensing, trying to force it out, and then finally relenting, simply slumping against him, and letting him fill you. The seed pours up into your stomach, and you can feel it roil inside of you, replacing your masculinity with something toxic… And feminine.

He kisses you as you lie on his lap, a flush on your face. He smiles. "Such a darling priest. If you should ever wish to dally again, you only need to shake those gorgeous hips of yours, pretty little thing." His red eyes twinkle as he pulls free of your aching ass, and he slips out, walking through one of the sanctuary-lined doors- They're meant to keep people out, not to keep them in, after all. You carefully clean yourself of the seed, and rest your tender rear for a while, before you continue on. The incubus left through the door back- Going backwards seems like a great way to run into him again, and as you are right now, you might beg him to bend you over again. Even thinking about his smiling face leaves your tight anus twitching with excitement. The other way, however, leads to a stairway down, where you make your way into the next level.


40b47c No.913

This level is hot. Uncomfortably hot, in fact. Sweat plasters your thin robes to your body, making them cling to your skin, as you walk through. The walls are thick granite, and large clouds of steam emerge from them from time to time, blasting you with soaking-wet heat, making your hair ragged and frayed, as you try to keep your head about you. It's damn difficult, though, and you can feel your clothing plastered to your skin tightly, making you dehydrated. As you reach a corridor, you find yourself with a choice of directions. To your left, a cool breeze is blowing, bringing refreshing air. You're not certain where it's coming from, but it beckons you just for the chance to dry the sweat caked to your body. To your right, you can hear the sound of machinery working away, the distant grinding of gears and the clanking of metal. Straight ahead, you can hear nothing at all, but a low, sibilant hissing.

Choices: Cool Breeze; Machinery; Hissing


d9544d No.914

I vote cold breeze.


a02259 No.915

Cool breeze. Maybe getting something to alleviate getting filled with that hot jizz will be good for us.


57c22f No.931

>>914

>>915

If it is uncomfortably hot, then cool breeze is logical choice.


d8779f No.947

>>913

Hissing.


d8779f No.1009

So, dead CYAO?


a02259 No.1014

>>1009

Prob'ly. Hope not. I'd try to pick it back up but… I've got no idea what he was using to plan this shit out.


afd457 No.1015

>>1009

>>1014

He's a bit bussy >>>/monster/57535


a02259 No.1016

>>1015

Pfft, it's not even November and he's writing a novel.


8bd3d2 No.1025

You make your way through the corridor, into the face of the cool breeze. It is blessedly relaxing, as the cool air wicks away the moisture soaking your garment. You manage to stumble through the corridors, as the wind makes your robes ripple and sway. It's so relaxing, in fact, that you don't even notice the fact that you're becoming more and more laden with long strings of silk until you find yourself unable to keep walking forward. The long strings are blowing nearly continuously through the tunnel, and before you knew what was happening, they've formed a tight straitjacket around your shoulders, binding your arms to your sides. They seem to have attached to the walls, as well, leaving you stuck.

A clattering noise fills the air, as something approaches out of the darkness. Eight-legged, your heart quavers with fear, as it comes out of the darkness. Then, silver hair, and eight pretty red eyes glitter in the light from your torch. "Oh, dear. I'm sorry, human. Did my webs snare you?" The arachne approaches. She's pretty, dressed in a delicate blouse that covers her upper body, with a long tabard that hangs over her groin, and the place where her skin merges into the thick black shell carapace of the nightmarishly large spider. Her smile is gentle though, as she approaches.

"Foul beast! You will free me, or I will call down the wrath of the gods on you!" you shout, with about a thousand times more bravado than you're actually feeling. The Arachne gives you an entirely unimpressed look, as she approaches you. She grabs the strands, and lifts them into the air, effortlessly hoisting you up by the strands, as she attaches them to the ceiling. You're left squawking in protest, hanging in mid-air, your legs kicking helplessly as you float in the silk. She grins, and reaches for your robe, tugging it up- And you manage to score a kick right on her chin. She gives you an annoyed look, and grabs each ankle, winding silk around it, and binding it to the walls, forcing you into an open-legged position.

"I will be happy to free you, after you have paid the appropriate toll." she states, quite primly, her expression rather annoyed, and she grins, showing off dozens of sharp, pointed teeth. "Now, first, a gift of fluids." She yanks the robe up, exposing your manhood. She stares at it for a second, and then laughs uproariously, hooting and hollering in a way that leaves you feeling utterly humiliated, burying her face in one of her delicate, skilled hands. "Oh, my! Here I was thinking you were a male adventurer! Well, I'm sure I can still give your clit a good licking." She slurps loudly, her tongue running over her mouth, a smirk on her face. "I would recommend you orgasm quickly. My saliva is a powerful sissifying venom. If you take too long to feed me the toll, you might really end up a woman~<3" she sing-songs, smirking cheerily. You try to struggle, but bound up in the silk, it's quite difficult.

You watch, heart pounding, as her mouth opens, saliva dripping down. It's vaguely pink, and turns gaseous when it falls to the floor, hissing sensually. Her teeth glitter in the light, as her mouth tilts forward, until she eventually wraps her lips around the tip of your shaft. The pleasure is impossible, as the skillful tongue runs and strokes across your shaft, teasing you lightly. Your hips pump just a little bit, making her grab your hips with both hands, and hold you still. You can see the smirk on her face as she suckles, and the tingle on your cock as the pleasure runs through you. The heat of her saliva is intense, leaving your head spinning. You can feel the venom coursing through your veins, making your nipples larger, pinker, and puffier, shrinking your cock and balls. Soon, she can barely keep your manhood in her mouth, and simply settles for delivering long, slow, luxuriant licks, bathing your cock in her saliva.


8bd3d2 No.1026

By the time she's finished, you're barely coherent. You cum, and she catches every drop in her mouth, gulping it down hungrily. She makes slow, satisfied noises as she swallows every last drop, tilting her head back, a smile on her face as her adam's apple bobs… Wait a moment. She notices the look on your face, and lets out a little giggle, smiling. "Why, yes, that's right! I am a boy." She stands up, bringing her head level with yours. "Have a taste, cutie." Her lips meet yours, as she drags you into a rough, invasive french kiss. Her tongue spoons droplets of your own semen down your throat, even as you struggle and try to pull away, her warm body shoving against you eagerly, her- Or rather, his- cock pushing against your stomach as he keeps the kiss going on for several long, sticky minutes.

Finally, he releases you from the kiss, and cuts you down from the silk cocoons, laughing as you stumble down to the ground, your heart racing with excitement. He winks at you, a smirk on his face, as he skitters off quickly, leaving you sitting on the ground, feeling an awkwardly stiff erection pressing against your robes, your whole body shivering with barely suppressed excitement. And images keep flicking through your head, of big, strong monster boys, pinning you over, and jamming their cocks deep in- You shudder, shaking your head free of the reverie. The cool breeze ends with a large mineshaft leading downwards, along a ladder. You climb down, making your way into the darkness…

On the next floor, you find yourself among vast pools of lava. They hiss, bubble, and pop, briefly illuminating the caverns around you, as you slink through the corridors. Here, thankfully, the heat is much dryer, so while you still feel rather overheated, you're not sweating yourself silly. You could go for a bath, though. As you arrive at a large room, you find, again, three ways that you could continue. To the left, there is the sound of people laughing and splashing- Of all things it almost sounds like… a public pool? To your right, there is the sound of glasses clinking. Perhaps some kind of bar, although again, what it's doing on a dungeon floor filled with magma, you have no idea. Straight ahead, you can see nothing at all- Just a particularly dark part of the dungeon, which appears to have no magma pockets lighting it at all…

Choices: Pool, Bar, Darkness.


f1cca9 No.1028

>>1026

Glad to see you're back, hope the novel's going well.

Voting for the Bar.


f1f8b6 No.1029

>>1026

Glad to see you here.

>Let's go for a drink (bar)


a02259 No.1030

>>1026

Ooh, the prodigal writer returns.

Seems the overwhelming majority is in favor of the bar, so I also agree. Bar!




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