“Ugh…” He moved his damp hair from his face with his one hand that wasn’t cuffed to the wall. The bra on top of his head moved away as he adjusted his hair. A splitting headache squeezed at the sides of his face like crab pinchers biting into a shell, and nothing about the moisture in this place was helping him. As well, more troubling perhaps, was his lack of recollection of where the hell he was.
Now, far from the first time he had passed out, but it was in fact the first time he ended up in what appeared to be someone’s basement? Or prison? A stone floor below padded against his boots. Still well equipped, he found his picks inside his boot and undid the restraints latched tight around his wrist. Why only do the one, anyways?
Click, the wrist locks came loose and Therai was free from his prison. He rubbed his wrist taking note of the indentation of the iron shape against him. Based on the redness he had been latched in for a little less than two hours or so. “A nap, then?” He laughed. “I must’ve made some strange company, this feels more like foreplay than imprisonment.”
Behind him, Therai’s Tiefling tail swashed through the air with an ache distinct of whenever he passes out on it unceremoniously. Was he poisoned or something else? The strangest sensation however was at his loins, a not entirely unfamiliar tension building with every moment since he had awoken. Was this more than the typical morning wood? Maybe this was foreplay, some heated drunken deal he had made and passed out on. He might have been cuffed, passed out before he could mutter the safe word, and his company for the evening abandoned him due to his lack of delivery.
All the same he was here and fully geared it seemed? He tucked his pick back inside his boot and adjusted the thong straps clinging to his hips and streeetched nice and tall. He walked quietly to the door and tried it.
SPRRRT! The top of the door opened to reveal nozzles that sprayed him down in a strange thin fluid that began hissing and steaming. “Acid?! Are you kidding?!” He fell down to the ground and wished so badly he knew what the damned safe word was! He rolled drastically only to find that he had actually felt no pain perse, but he was certainly suffering damage. Pockets of skin were shown through his melting attire. Threads snapped and melted away. One of his thong straps broke and the whole article violently snapped away and fell between his legs. Soon, he was squatted over near the door with only his boots, his cock hard and revealed.
He traced a finger over his length down to the more equine shaped base and sighed. “…Acid that only melts clothing?” He looked over his fingers and gave the acid still on them a delicate smell, wafting the scent over with his other hand. He faintly recognized it, a concoction made by a very specific type of person whose main goal was to disrobe. It worked too slow on metal for town guard or soldiers and you needed too much of it to cheaply use it for any sort of labor. “Is this literally someone’s kink dungeon?”
With the trap triggered there was now nothing blocking his way through the door ahead. Figuring it was safe to proceed he pushed on ahead into the darker hallway. Without any light he’d be stuck feeling up the walls for a bit. He pressed his bare fingers against the brick to try and glean whatever was coming ahead.
His infernal heritage gave him better sight in the dark than most so he was at least able to see a little ahead of him. It was mostly stone floor and scant decoration. At one point the wall did have a statue depicting a woman in a blissful state, so his theory about the nature of this dungeon was being reinforced for certain.
One statue that caught his eye was dead ahead. It depicted a woman with multiple wings. Some sort of high ranking angel? However, besides her large breasts and ab lined stomach she had a massive phallus sticking out from her in a strangely powerful way. He gave a cheeky smiled and ran a finger over the statue’s cock.
“Impressive!” He smirked. “Have to be pretty vein to get something like this commissioned…” He noticed a touch too late that there was something coming out of the tip now. The strange fluid latched around his wrist in a seemingly cognizant way! When he went to grab it the substance parted into agile webs, his fingers precisely sliding through the notches and the substance escaping without a hitch!
Quickly, it darted down his side and continued for its target. Therai gasped as he felt a tendril prod at his cock. “WOAH! Hey there! HELLO! Why–!? Why there?!” He fell, back against the statue’s tits and heard something like liquid inside it rushing around like a well. The cock of the statue continued to leak, this leaked substance climbing up his bare feet and meeting the fluid on his side at his cock as a central point.
Shlick! One tip of slime went down and writhed around. He shuddered, Therai desperately trying to grasp on. The slime kept slipping past his fingers and sliding even deeper inside. At first the tension was too much and hard to enjoy, but pleasure overwhelmed him. The mass of slime now gathered at the base of his cock into a large uneven orb was pleasuring as a demon orgy. The pleasure disguised the pain as the third and forth tendrils gaped the slit at the tip of his cock and slid deeper inside.
“Hrgh…” He stopped trying to tug it out. There was no way he’d be able to grab on now or manage to tug it all out. This was what he was going to feel. Slumped down the rest of the way on to his ass, he looked up and only saw the statue’s cock above him. He swore he could see it throb and feel a strange warm come from the statue and ache into his body.
When he looked back down the slime had amassed itself and grown stiff. Something like veins throbbed near the surface. It turned into a similar shape as his cock but bigger, overwriting, overwhelming… He felt throbs in his original, but this new slime parasite dick felt so much better. Whenever he touched the surface of it a tendril inside his original cock thrummed, like the hammer of a piano delicately applied to its relevant string. The slime sung sweeter music to his hedonistic brain and swirled a terrible smile across his face.
With laughter, he climbed back on. His knees were shaky but rapidly adjusted. “Haha… this is insane. I’ll have to get this looked at as soon as I get out. I can usually find my way around traps but I’ve never heard of a slime doing this…” He poked it again and a pitched moan left his lips. That was certainly more voice acting than he was used to giving. Good thing he was alone…
An immediate concern was now that this dungeon had occupants who were excited to be attached to him. As much as the current tenant was a thrill he didn’t want to end up a whole entire colony for lewd devices. The hall continued for a while before spreading out into a few branches. He followed his gut towards where he figured there might be some bunking, a living quarters. There were some signs of life as he drew nearer to one door. Food crumbs not yet tended to, signs of more common foot traffic coming from all across the area and meeting here at this door. He checked for traps with the usual tricks and was satisfied at the lack of any, especially when he opened the door and wasn’t splashed with any sort of acid.
Inside was a dormitory filled with eight beds all lined up against the walls and orbiting around a central set of desks for study it seemed. He opened a book on the desk and plainly read over it, looking for any sign of what this place could have been. Most of it was coded or in a language he didn’t recognize. The most assuring part of the journal had been in common but it mostly detailed some shy girl’s life.
It went on to explain that she was a new girl and was struggling to get used to the people she was now living with. There were women here who treated her a little roughly, who had anticipated her being a touch more open than she was willing to be. After a few months here she ultimately decided to part The Sisterhood and left the dungeon behind. The last passage in Common said “I just hope I can enjoy my life as the girl I have become.”
He made a little “tsk” sound and shook his head. “Ungrateful lot it sounds. No fun in forcing it,” He closed the book and took then to the closest lining the area. Inside each of them was nothing but some of the kinkiest wear he had ever seen. Thongs and leather, straps and cages, and essentially everything was made to be tight dark and revealing. When at last he found a normal dress he was truly thrilled. A touch too feminine for his tastes but at the very least the tight habit would hide away his less than available bits and give him some basic protection from the elements.
One hand slid inside and then the other. He fell backwards on to the bed and laid there as he slid both legs through the skirt of the nun’s attire. He pushed the dress down over his chest—And then the accursed mark appeared. It was an instant purple burning sigil across the front depicting four wings, two breasts, and a cock, all in stylized and sharp imagery. And then the sigil, now emblazoned in white on the black habit, settled in to place. He tried to tug it off but the habit was now squeezing back down at him, the magic tightening every threat until it was skin tight.
His bulged slime cock oozed and throbbed against the more apparently latex material. He tugged and tugged but there would be no budging. “Well…” Grumbling he said, “At least nothing will be getting in unless they know how to break a curse. Why would they even need this?” Feeling a tinge of sympathy for the girl in the journal, he stood up and headed for the door to continue his dungeon adventure.
Even while exploring he seemingly wasn’t allowed any rest. He noticed how the slime latched over his original cock was still throbbing patiently along, strumming his delicate pleasure nerves patiently, keeping a steady arousing thrum. He’d never be allowed to go soft, never given a second of a pure head. As well the squeezing outfit was especially tight around his chest. It was the first time he worn a top that made him aware of how delicate his nipples could get, that was for certain.
It was distracting enough that he slipped up. He bent over to look at a treasure chest nearby. It was the oldest trick in the book but he fell for it. He opened it up and from behind something bit. He tugged a dart out of his ass and groaned.
“Seriously?” He turned just in time for a dart to strike his chest! “Oh come on! You don’t check ONE chest!” He grabbed whatever was inside and ducked down the hall. He rolled to safety and began maddeningly panting.
Lust. So much lust. Brain melting lust. He humped the floor and dragged his increasingly needy dick bulge. He rolled over on to his ass and laid flat against the floor. His hands squeezed against his stomach and pushed into his check, a higher and higher moan leaving his plumpening lips until he finally bit down on them.
“Please just… get ahold of yourself! Seriously… it was just some aphrodisiac darts…” He shook his head, ashamed how excited he was, shocked how effective it was. Usually this stuff didn’t work on him but there was something about how things had been unfolding that added some extra thrill to it. His tail lashed around. He could hardly move it, his outfit squeezing especially tight around his ass.
He rubbed his bulge idly, trying to keep his mind clear and maybe get the slime to settle down as he made his way deeper still. He followed that foot traffic from behind in the other most traversed direction. There were some stairs that went further up so he hoped he had actually been in a basement all this while. Most of the time waking up in a seeming prison and being surrounded by damp air was the sign of a cellar but you never knew with these magic kink cultist types, they liked to mix things up. Next trust someone who both has a dungeon and is also in to pegging.
Sure enough, the stairs opened into a more general needs chamber. It was broad and wide with a ceiling so high that it had to be either above ground or depressingly deep beneath it. Anyone who could afford to make an underground room with a 30ft high ceiling is again, someone you should not trust. He huffed and eyed the ceiling above for the sign of any traps or mayhaps a beam he might be able to climb but so far had no luck seeing that high up or finding a pillar he might be able to grasp upon. There were a few stone columns but all of them were perfectly smoothed and maintained and had no torch or ledge imbedded in it.
What he was however certain was not 30ft above him was the tentacles crawling across the floor and rapidly towards him. Well, it wasn’t a trap this time at least. He quickly darted from the opposing wall and ran along the surface of it, desperately swinging his tail forward. He found some sort of flag pole and was able to wrap his tail around it. He swung by his tail and his head was just barely in range.
The tentacle wrapped first around his neck and kept him in place. Then the flexible tendril rammed down his throat and began hungrily humping. Slick and thick, the terrible tentacle made a home in his throat and hungrily humped. His own cock sympathetically pumped harder in the tight kink attire clung deep against him. His eyes watered and his horns felt so hot. His free hands grasped at the tentacle and tried to rip it away but allied tentacles emerged from the shadows and grasped his wrists.
No easy answer here… He was dangling upside down and now a whole other tentacle was climbing up across his shoulders. His throat was plowed firmly and suddenly the tentacle was exploding down his throat. Some sort of strange sweet and thick fluid filled his throat. He gulped it down, the rest of it sliding down his upside down face and dribbled down on to the floor.
Hovering patiently over, this rogue tendril slapped against his chest and slid against the surface of the slick tight attire he was wearing. The tendril slid like a thorn into the actual clothes and created a rip. It hooked inside.
As soon as the rip was created he felt a strange spark ignite. It was like a static cling, an awareness of some sort of briar barely clinging on. The tentacle ripped through the material and as it ripped through his chest below burst forward into two massive needy tits! The excess material went flying and suddenly he was much heavier!
The flag pole his tail was on leaned down, tension building from the sudden increase in weight. He used this and leaned in. With a decisive squeeze, he undid the whole the tentacle around his throat had as it recovered from its climax. The flag pole sling shotted him up. He blindly hoped that his theory was right…
He landed on his toes on the rafters above, now standing in the crow works of the chambers. His heavy tits sloshed, nearly knocking him off his balance but he counter balanced with his tail.
“Are you kidding me…?” He rubbed his two fat breasts, both of them already the largest he had ever seen in his entire life, and here they were humbly resting on his chest like prized beasts of the hunt laying in his own hunter’s cabin. On anyone else these would be a trophy, but latched tight around him they were burdens, they were cumbersome, and frankly they confusing.
It was incredible how little it took, but these fat tits made him wonder how cute a girl he would make. Like, maybe these wouldn’t be so bad to keep around for a bit? Just throw on a dress and sneak into some noble’s home and use some feminine charm and before he knew he’d be robbed! Of course, the noble in this case being the only he, and the cunning rogue being the she! Only for a bit, of course! They’d never want to be this busty, surely.
Each tit was topped with an inverted pink nipple. He curiously rubbed into the strange shape and felt a tinge of pleasure and his parasitic cock overreacting. Every woman he had ever laid with praised nipple play but assured him as pleasurable as it was they’d need other parts of them stimulated to achieve climax. Well, all those words were like wind in this case as just a few rubs had his overexcited cock stood at end and spewing so much pre that he must’ve been a flooding buffet for that lucky slime.
“Hrgh…” He tiptoed along the rafters, desperately trying to make his way along the narrow. His heavy tits were making it difficult, sweat dripping over the sides, his throat aching with the slime the tendrils spat inside. Every step his hair grew longer and his lips plumper. His balls grew fatter inside of the bondage that he was wearing. The tip his tits made in conjunction with the tentacles was threatening to grow. He felt smaller rips near his ass start to expand. As soon as those rips grew too big that exact same explosion of growth would occur to them as well…
The rafters actually lead to a much higher up room that stared out over this main room like some of observer’s quarters. He ducked inside. It was a touch more ornate than elsewhere. Fine furniture and a special bed. There was a set of binoculars and an innate orb of scrying that was likely used to spy on the people living here.
He sat on a chair and noticed a statue nearby just like elsewhere. Except, this one was different. It was awake. Something left it, a phantom of the angel that it might have been modeled after.
She was quickly upon him. Therai tried to moved but it was much too quick. Hands on his shoulders and cock to cock, the angel looked down at him and smiled.
“Are you the newest sister?”
“What?!” He barked. “Hell no I am not! I’m just… a bit lost! Maybe you can help me find my way out of here? I’m not exactly sure where I—” His voice was stopped when the head of the angel’s cock pushed in against the head of the slime dick. It pushed inside. His voice rose and rose, pitch after pitch, and suddenly the angel was thrusting.
Ball swaying, heavy hips, floor creaking thrusting, the angel pushed forward without any restraint or care. “Good girl!”
“I’m not—”
“Good girl!” The angel thrusted harder and leaned over Therai. Therai’s ass pushed against the desk. The clothing ripped and the spell triggered. His ass grew MUCH bigger, pushing all the books off the surface of the table, spilling the orb out and rolling it over the floor. The angel smiled at it and her magic began to levitate it.
Therai’s cheeks were spread by the angel’s hands who quickly pushed the orb against his now much bigger ring. It rolled steadily, lubricating from the tendril juices still slithering down his back. He grumbled and struggled, looking back at the angel’s twisted grin, down at the cock sliding inside his own.
Over and over, a steady thrust that just wouldn’t stop. He could feel the cock sliding in as deep as it could go. So much of the shaft vanished there was no way it could only be fucking the slime part of his cock? Was it reaching deeper then, into… into him? Her? Those fat balls rattled with every thrust and thrummed like a haunting chord in tone with the fat orb being pushed inside of that fat needy donut.
Oozing cum slid inside of his balls, belonging to someone else, to the angel that was making her better. Those nuts filled and filled and Therai’s eyes rolled back into their head. His body stiffened and posture went stiff and lost. So much pleasure… the angel then rolled her hips back and immediately returned to fucking! Thera’s inverted nipples popped as both of them stiffened and slid to full attention, so fat and needy that there was no ignoring their extreme throbbing need.
It was maddening, she couldn’t stand it.. She felt herself getting closer and closer until finally she came so hard, so fierce that she couldn’t stay conscious…
She awoke with one hand cuffed to the wall. Her hair was long and beautiful and over her face. She couldn’t remember where she was or how she got here. She was also struggling with the name to be honest… Therai was what came to mind. She was dressed in nun’s attire but it was torn and ripped all over her, revealing every single bit men found alluring. Her heart beat a little faster.
What had happened to put such a chaste pure girl in this situation? She leaned over and tried to undo the cuff but she hadn’t an idea how to undo the lock. That was until she simply tried to let it loose. It wasn’t locked, just closed. She freed herself from it and scoffed. No, something here wasn’t clicking. Memories were slowly coming back to her…
She walked through the hall and went past the Goddess Statue. Newer sisters always messed up but all you had to do was show the slimes some confident and they’ll leave you alone. She confidently strode past it, waving her hips self-assuredly. She walked onward past the usual way. She could see the nuns walking along to their quarters, their places of worship, all of them in their own way finding methods to reach out to the goddess of lust and speak with her. A thousand different little arousing and strange ideas, all of them bringing them closer. Her memories were coming back but clearer now…
By the time she had climbed the last flight of stairs all of it had returned to her… to him?
It was a few drinks at a bar as most things were. It was a girl that was exciting him, that was in to some weird kinks and some darker stuff. He was talking about the last few dungeons he had been to and how strange some of the traps he had been stumbling through turned out to be. She told him then that there were some very exciting strange dungeons out there. In fact, it was something of an interest of hers.
She liked to go out in to the world and chronicle the weirder dungeons, the ones with esoteric traps and kinky devices. The kind that you could safely traverse and have some fun in. Of course then Therai wished to see one of these. “If only there was a way to travel through one without knowing it was just a game. Sure, the traps were for real, the monsters were real, but something about knowing it was me that put myself in that situation is a little bit of a mood ruiner. Not entirely, no but…”
Of course, she had magic for that. A proximity based spell that would keep his mind clear of context and instead let him focus on the joys of this strange place. All that she asked is that he keep an open mind, that he might learn a little bit about himself in this specific dungeon, the Throne of The Lust Goddess.
When his memories returned that girl was awaiting him outside the exit with a sly smile on her face. “So? What did you think of it?”
“Good Goddess,” He laughed. “What exactly was the safe word again?”
“You screaming for help, mostly,” She giggled. “You look good as a girl, you know that?”
“Yeah, why exactly am I feeling that?”
“You’re probably haunted,” She shrugged. “Well, let’s get you home and clea—” She watched as Therai turned around and went right back through the door. She lunged and grabbed his wrist, voicing concern. “Hey! Wait a second there, did you forget something down there?”
“Forget? Oh hell no,” Therai laughed, breasts bouncing, heavy cock throbbing painfully stiff. “Here I was worried for my life that I had been captured or something, but it turns out this dungeon was always a place of pleasure? Pfft, what a fool I was. Sure, maybe if I went in there at purpose I’d still not have let any of that happen to me… but now that I’ve sampled it I am so much hungrier for more. So fuck it, I want to get my fill…” A tendril from the slime cock latched around the other woman’s wrist. “How’s about we do it together this time, hmmm?~”