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“Ah!”
“Wh-why are you up?”
After finishing her fun with the tentacle monster, the mage went to return to the camp like nothing had happened, only to encounter the archer, who looked like she was preparing to enter the dungeon, even donning her armor. She had been focused on dressing, so she didn’t notice the mage exiting from the entrance of the dungeon.
“Nothing. I’m just…going to check the perimeter!” The archer announced, but then her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing up?”
“Me?” The mage’s voice squeaked. “Nothing! I had to… relieve myself.”
Her face turned red, but the archer couldn’t see it too well in the dying embers of the fire they had set the evening before.
“Oh, I-in that case… I’ll leave you to it.”
Both women, not wanting to be caught, quickly minded their own business. The mage jumped back into her bedding, her pussy wet and throbbing still from the lingering orgasms. She let out a sigh of satisfaction and quickly fell asleep. Meanwhile, the frustrated archer went out and did what she said she would do to not create suspicion. However, she only did a single pass before checking and making sure the other girls were asleep and then slipped into the dungeon.
Like the previous heroine, she worked her way down, although she was a bit more cautious with her armor and her bow in hand. She ventured deeper than the other girl, returning to the level of ice. She then grabbed the ropes and pulled herself down the hallway. When she reached the path, she naturally headed for the treasure room. Upon entering the room, she frowned to see that the “trap” was still depressed. The trap door that put her in the slime was still open the small pit revealed. Even after stomping on it twice, nothing changed.
When she realized she wasn’t getting what she was looking for, she began to look around the room, feeling the walls for the trap door that the goblin had entered from.
“Come on… little goblin.” She muttered anxiously. “I won’t hurt you…”
I couldn’t help but watch her thoughtfully. If I had a chin, I would have been stroking it in contemplation. Normally, I wasn’t the most trusting guy. The reasonable belief would be that she returned with the hope of claiming revenge. If I were a woman who had just faced the embarrassment of being used as a toy by some ugly creature, I might want to kill it in retribution too.
However, the mage had opened up my eyes a bit. She kept returning to the tentacle monster every night for sexual release. I could write one girl off as a fluke, but two girls becoming seduced by my monsters? It seemed unlikely. The only reason the mage had even got her chance to show her perversion was because I had no other choice. When it came to the tentacle monster, it had no means of protecting itself. Its role was merely to tie up an opponent at an inopportune time, which could be trouble if they were being set upon by other monsters.
I hadn’t done anything aggressive because if the mage had been intent on destroying it, there was nothing I could do. However, when it came to the goblin, I could keep him from her wrath simply by not allowing him to come out. As long as I didn’t reset the trap, he’d remain in hiding. Yet, if this archer was as slutty as her mage friend, there was no reason for this. Thus, I was conflicted about how I wanted to proceed.
After about fifteen minutes of failing to find the secret door, the archer looked around briefly, and then closing her eyes like she had come to a decision, she started to strip. Once all of her clothing and armor were on the floor, she got on all fours. She then started to wag her behind.
“Please… Mr. Goblin… I’m waiting…” Her voice broke as she spoke, almost like she was hating herself for being forced to go this far.
I still hesitated. It was a convincing show, certainly, but it could be a trap. She might still be luring my goblin out for death! Since she had already thrown all modesty out the door, this was a honey trap. Did my thoughts come off as unhinged? Hardly! I was a top commenter on certain banned discussion sites. I had heard countless horror stories of the extent women would go to ruin hard-working, innocent men. Poking holes in condoms, filing fake assault charges, and using sex to trick a man into losing half his shit, women were capable of all of it!
“Gra gru gar…” The goblin suddenly spoke.
“Hmm? What’s that?”
“Gooo… Ra…. Ra…. Gu…”
“You want me to let you in? You want to take your chances with the honey trap?”
Although I didn’t speak goblin, I could still understand the goblin’s intent since we were linked.
“Gra… goo…. Gra…”
“I see… so you’re a man of culture.” I sighed. “I suppose whether man or monster, we all must make that choice to risk sticking it in crazy. What men must do in pursuit of pussy…”
I gave him a salute of honor, opening up the path so he could enter her room. He stepped inside, pulling out his dick as the door shut behind him. Thankfully, my worries were for nothing. Of course, I watched. I too, was a man of culture. She even gave him a kiss when they were done. As she got dressed and returned to the camp before the sun began to rise, I couldn’t help but approach Misty.
“Are all women like this in your world?”
Although she didn’t have a front-row seat like me, she had at least some awareness of what was happening in the dungeon.
Misty’s face turned slightly pink. “Our heroine ranking isn’t just a measure of our physical strength, but our mental strength as well.”
“You’re saying rank F heroines are mentally weak?”
“Mmhmm. They’re very susceptible to vices.” Misty nodded. “After all, few women chose to put their lives on the line unless they were desperate. Wouldn’t most choose a peaceful and easy life unless they had no other choice? In that regard, most women who choose to follow this line of work are already near their breaking point, and for those who haven’t done it long, it’s very easy for them to break down.”
I’d consider arguing with her, but the proof was already in front of me. It seemed like heroines were already not the most mentally stable bunch. All it took was a little trauma and they’d decided into the abyss.
The next morning, the leader of the ground was going through all the supplies while the others slept in a little later. She finally couldn’t help but wake them up.
“We don’t have much longer.” She sighed. “We’re almost out of water and food. Only about a day or two left.”
“W-wait, let’s not be hasty here!” The mage cried out.
“We’re so close to a finished set.” The white mage nodded in agreement.
The leader looked at the three girls who all looked intent on staying before throwing her hands up. “I didn’t say we wouldn’t go again, but this might be our last trip.”
Her words immediately caused me to feel anxious. They had been earning me quite a bit of points, but they currently had three pieces of my equipment and I felt slightly pained over the idea they might walk off with them. As long as they reached the final level, Misty could assure a knockout and then we could rob them and leave them at the entrance. This was our end goal.
We wanted them to return to the city with their bitter tale of how they were so close to having everything and then failed in the end. Since they were considered a trash party, if even they could nearly get a complete set of magic armor, wouldn’t this attract all of the other parties who had more confidence? Furthermore, the promise that even if they were defeated, it wasn’t death, would naturally encourage more people to come.
Naturally, dungeons that seldom killed heroines were lower ranked and better preserved than those considered disagreeable. It would serve to keep my little home from being destroyed by the dungeon guild.
However, I hadn’t thought about their resources. Their expedition into our dungeon had now taken almost two weeks, and it looked like that was the extent they packed for. They progressed so slowly though that they had wasted all of their time, even though they were just getting to the good point.
Realizing that something needed to change, I quickly started to alter a few things. The chest that one could unlock on the 4th floor now contained rations in it. As for water, I figured this was a big deal. People could go seven days without food, but only 2-3 days without water. Thus, I created a new pit, but this one I filled with water. I decided to hide another chest at the bottom of the pool. That chest contained a bottle of pills that once consumed, would leave someone feeling full for a day and provide the energy needed to continue. They were quite expensive, so I didn’t leave them easy to get.
To get into the chest, one would need to swim down, and even then, it was locked. If they couldn’t swim twenty feet down, pick a lock, open a chest, and then swim twenty feet back up, then there was no chance. Of course, they could also get the key to save time. As for the key, I placed it on a certain rat who was smaller and quicker than the rest. His orders were to run when a heroine was around, so they’d have to chase him down to get him, which got the key to open the chest on the first floor. I was pretty proud of my setup.
I finished my modifications just as the girls finished their breakfast and began their next and possibly final excursion. No sooner did they enter the dungeon than the girl in the lead let out a cry as she fell into the water. It became a far more serious situation than I thought it would. She was wearing full armor and it very nearly drowned her. Her party was able to fish her out though.
“This wasn’t here before!” The soaking-wet leader glared.
“The dungeon must have made changes.” The black mage spoke. “I heard that dungeons will do that over time.”
“This water is clean.” The white mage took a sip. “Isn’t this good? You were just saying we needed more water!”
“Good, huh…” The leader stared at the new pool of water warily, her body shaking with cold, but the other girls didn’t seem to have their guard up.
“Let’s go on. It’d be a shame if we didn’t make any progress.” The archer encouraged.
The leader eventually acquiesced, and the girls all headed deeper into the dungeon. The group passed the 2nd floor simply, and the mage took a look at the alcove with the tentacle monster before biting her lip and continuing after. They didn’t even notice the rat with the glinting key.
When they hit the third floor, this was when things became problematic. The leader was still wet. She wanted to turn back, but the other girls, afraid this might be their last trip, pushed her to continue. Thus, while shaking and shivering, she led the girls across the ice path. Yet, she was nearly frozen by the time she reached the end. The girls quickly took her to the next level.
At this point, I had made some changes to the fourth level too. The room they entered was no longer the room with the bone, or it was more accurate to say I had divided the room into two. This room was an empty room set aside for camping. Two walls were placed on opposing sides, creating a hallway that separated the camp from the bone altar. This encouraged people to stop there and rest, allowing the bone to work on them.
By this point, their leader was shaking and couldn’t even stand. She was sick, and the girls had no choice but to set up camp inside the dungeon. Less prepared than Passion’s Summit, they didn’t have anything like the smokeless wood, so they had no choice but to gather whatever brush they could find and burn it. They got their leader out of her wet armor and then under some blankets near the fire.
As she recovered, the others couldn’t help but check out the next part of the dungeon. They walked through the hallway and came out into the smaller room. The altar, the plaque, and the locked door were all that were there. The chest would only reveal itself once one figured out the secret to open the door.
“A puzzle? I suck at puzzles.” The white mage mumbled, but her cheeks were pink, and she was awkwardly rubbing her legs together.
The other girls were also being affected. The bone was inducing arousal in all three of them. However, two of the girls had already found a place to relieve themselves. After only a few moments of trying to break the puzzle, the black mage and archer couldn’t take it anymore.
“I got to go to the restroom.” The black mage cried, nearly fleeing the room.
“I got to… go too!” The archer ran off as well.
The two girls ran past the camp where they had dumped their leader and then started heading back up. They didn’t even pay attention to each other as the archer went to the goblin room and the black mage returned to the tentacle monster. Both girls were soon getting pleasured by their respective vices. Meanwhile, the white mage barely seemed to notice them leaving. Her body was feeling extremely hot, and the phallic-shaped bone was becoming difficult to look away from.
Just give it a ride. No one will see. It’ll be fun.
I blinked when I heard those words. The white mage didn’t seem to react. Rather, she started approaching the evil bone. I noticed the evil bone looked a bit different too. It had a smoother, more phallic appearance. It had once been constructed from the bones of a goblin, but nothing about it even resembled a bone much anymore. She looked in both directions, and then biting her lip, she pulled off her dress.
My eyes widened as she carefully got up on the altar, and then squatted down on the evil bone. As soon as she did so, the bone itself started to vibrate. She gasped as it slid into her pussy. There was a deep buzzing sound as it went into her, and the bone seemed to push up and down almost like it was trying to escape the altar. I immediately checked it, and to my surprise, there was new information.
[Evil bone has absorbed enough mana. The evil bone has evolved into The Bone of Corruption.] [The Bone of Corruption is the next evolution of the evil bone. Besides having a stronger emotional effect and a further reach, The Bone of Corruption also has some intelligence. It can directly place thoughts into people’s minds. It even has limited movement which it uses to fulfill its dark purposes.]It seemed that the evil bone had evolved from the last time I had noticed. The bone could now directly influence people, luring them into debauchery. I felt a bit complex. There were three bitches getting off in my dungeon, and I wasn’t involved in any of them. Of course, I could always take over any of them if I wanted to, but I decided it was better to allow my mobs to do their job. They were all an extension of me anyway, so it was me fucking them all.
The White Mage was growing more animated with the bone of corruption. At first, she had a look of discomfort as the hard thing slid into her pussy, but her eyes were also filled with lust. She started moaning almost as soon as it started vibrating.
The white mage grabbed her breast with her right hand, and she started playing with it. Her other hand went down, and she started rubbing her clit as her hip bucked against the dildo. It resembled one of those scenes where girls rode a Sybian sex toy. The white mage looked very horny and desperate. Her body was glistening with sweat. I could see her juices spilling out onto the Bone of Corruption. I could hear wet slapping noises from the bone and the white mage’s pussy. She was panting and groaning.
Her eyes closed as she continued masturbating. Her face was getting flushed. The evil bone glowed with it as the white mage approached her climax.
The evil bone seemed to get more aggressive, and the white mage had a look of blissful ecstasy on her face. The white mage’s eyes opened, and her pupils were dilated. She screamed out as her orgasm hit her.
Her body shook, and her head tilted back. She kept riding the bone, but now her movements were jerky. The white mage’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low moan. The bone of corruption exploded, releasing mana juice deep inside her. She ground her pussy down against the altar, taking the entire bone deep into her womb as squirt after squirt shot into her. This seemed to cause her body a moment of euphoria. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she shook uncontrollably.
Her whole body was shuddering. It was amazing to watch. The white mage’s orgasm finally subsided. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was labored. The bone of corruption stopped moving and she collapsed off of it. Yet, her body was still shuddering and shaking. The door and the chest opened, but she didn’t even look their way. Instead, she was staring up at the ceiling her body convulsed, like she was in a completely different world. The other two girls finished with their respective partners as well, yet, almost like they had unconsciously formed a pack, none of them returned to the camp. Instead, they spent about fifteen minutes recovering and then started round two. They had all divulged into debauchery.
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