Scorchhill Dungeon (IC)

Kratash Dreadmane had finished preparing the first ever event of his dungeon, it would be a classic Greenskin & Beasts theme with a storyline about a hidden treasure in the deep of the dungeon and several monsters guarding it. He was of course the final boss but from his special room he monitored the entire dungeon with several crystal balls used to view every corner of the dungeon.

The first group of the week had arrived and he had managed to hire several green skins, capture some poisonous giant spiders and diseased rats, even gotten himself a couple of ogres and even managed to capture a wyvern to use as the final guard of the dungeon. Sitting in his room the minotaur watched as the group entered the castle of Scorchhill and began to fight their way through the swarms of rats. He didn't have much funds at the moment being a recent dungeon but sometimes was quantity better then quality.

One of the adventurers he saw in the crystals was an attractive woman with wide wings, of divine blood most likely. He could feel his cock harden at the sight of her curvy body striding through the masses of vermin, blood dripping off her armor and weapons in a manner that made her look bloody frightening and yet damn hot.

It was a new dungeon, a scourge that had only recently begun to terrorize the nearby towns. She set out to plunder it with a song in her heart, finally finding the adventure that she longed for.

She entered with several others, and the fighting was good. There is no workout in the world like something trying to kill you. She used it for practice, not even drawing her mindblade, but focusing on her offhand technique with the heavier physical blade. Rats were good practice, but too mindless to use her psionic techniques. She took a deep breath and looked around at a lull in the fighting, tucking a long lock of bloodied hair back behind her ear. Her companions were more or less intact and she was taking stock of their readiness for more when she felt an itch... right between her shoulderblades and cold to the heart of her. She was being watched. She turned quickly and saw nothing but empty wall, but she still felt the eyes, the slimy mental touch. She stared into the abyss and tried to reach out to whatever mind was controlling the scry but was interrupted by a more immediate concern, a nearby cry and a renewed attack.

She beat the lead rat off the frontline fighter with a contemptous sweep of her wing before whirling into her own fight, staking out a sphere of her reach and controlling it utterly, with speed and ruthlessness, her own pool of swirling light in the dim dungeon. She felt the touch again, the cold farsight, and it distracted her, making her miss her first strike at an enemy and have to follow up with a second. She would have to find the source of that.

She looked toward where it seemed to be coming from most strongly and shouted. "You're next!' before beheading a rabid rat. The fight drew her away from the other adventurers and soon she was off on her own, a bright spark in the dimness of the dungeon, looking for a way to its heart.

Kratash Dreadmane kept a close eye on the beautiful celestial woman as she fought through the first levels of the dungeons, rats and spiders bred like rabbits, they would be easily replenished once the raid was over. The other adventurers were faring rather well but where starting to get tired as without the winged woman's skills it was clear they were nothing more then grunts. While the winged woman had managed to reach down to the seventh floor of the castle, where the spiders were residing for the next three floors of the dungeon, had the other adventurers only managed to reach the fifth floor by now.

Her graceful moves and beauty in the carnage of spider carcasses was making him lick his muzzle in anticipation of claiming her as his own. There was a secret resting room on every fifth floor of the dungeon and one extra on the floor before the final one, the group of adventurers were not so skilled though and hadn't found the first room yet, even though they had walked past it four times, while the woman had managed to find it and rest up before going down to where she was now.

Hopefully the spiders would poison the divine woman and weaken her enough to be claimed, but he wasn't sure she was skilled and had a natural resistance to the poison, it would be interesting to see how she fared.

The rats were bloody good fun, but she had to admit, she hated spiders. Filthy things with all their legs and cold, weird movements. They were a bit tougher, and she pulled her glowing mindblade, partially for the comfort of its cold light, and partially for her more practiced two weapon technique. It ceased to be the time to play with off hand movements, if she was going to keep the giant venom dripping fangs off of her skin.

The first of the fangs that found her was several levels in, and the searing burning pain only succeeded in pissing her off, making her scream and lash out in a psychic explosion. Wasteful of her powers yes, but the hissing burning from her shoulder meant death for any lesser creature. Maybe the pain slowed her. Maybe the poison was strong enough to weaken her, just a bit, but after that first hit, two more followed, one deep into the meat of her calf and one a long graze over her ribs.

She found another stronghold, a safe room, and sank into it gratefully, her vision blurring, her speed definitely slowed. She stripped off her armor and her torn tunic and did what she could to clean the wounds of poison and bind them.

She had reached the tenth floor, there waere just a few more remaining of the castle, sh'd face the first boss creature, an ogre named George, he was a stereotypical ogre but he had some skills few ogres had he had a hand with vermin and the spiders were easily tamed to his command, he had about six giant spiders as his personal guards the rest as sentires for his level of the dungeon though he didn't really have the brain power to make up proper patrols just random swarming, sometimes in repeated circles.

As she undressed herself to clean herself off Kratash reached down and began to rub his thick cock, masturbating as he watched the nude winged woman clean herself. The secret rooms had a special power of healing that allowed the adventurers to recover faster then normal but he would still get to enjoy at least an hour of jacking off wwith the nude woman's every curve open for his eyes, he stopped himself from orgasming as to not waste it, it wouldn't do for his potent sperm to be laid to waste on the dungeon floor.

She paused again and again, unable to shake the feeling of being watched, unable to avoid the growing discomfort and shame she felt with her nakedness. She kept eyeing the door, the walls, looking again for the half sensed danger and failing to find it.

She checked her bare body carefully for any more poisoned cuts, stroking over her skin and trying to sense how badly the poison could be affecting her. The first injury was the worst, closest to her heart and deep into her shoulder, affecting her sword form. She felt the healing of this place take hold, and decided she should stay until she was closer to full form. She wandered around the room, exploring its meager luxuries.

She felt slow, sleepy and safe, and despite her best efforts found herself laying on the warm ground, using her tunic for a pillow, slowly stroking over her breasts and hips and folding her bare body into the curve of her wings, her eyes closing, letting her body heal. Soon enough it was time to move again, her shoulder and leg stiff and aching, but she was close,she could feel it.

She struck her mindblade and moved out into the dark, alert for difficulty.

The tenth floor of the castle was the toughest of the floors, with larger spiders then before and of course george the ogre acting as the final boss. The other adventurers had managed to sneak past George by distracting him with an illusion of an ogress on one of his spiders, the poor vermin had been chased by the ogre for over an hour before the illusion faded. Taking his halberd Kratash prepared a portal for the tenth floor, the psychic warrior was too weakened to last long agaisnt the ogre and his swarms of spiders, she woudl be ripe for the picking. While he had informed that he would get an extra payment if he captured the winged woman alive did he not want to risk the sexy thing dying from the ogre's stupidity.

The first group of spiders truly disgusted her, but she managed to cut her way through them, only to hear the howl of their keeper freeze her blood. She looked for a place to hide, but in the dim dungeon her glowing skin stood out like a star.

Nothing for it but to fight. She took her stance and prepared for the incoming group, the spider's tiny clicking feet almost drowned out by the heavy footfalls of the ogre. The first of the spiders reached her and she blazed through them, but there were more and more and even her endurance was not eternal. Then the ogre arrived, huge and heavy and frustrated. Her agile, fluid style could not hold against his brutish strength. He was bleeding from a dozen cuts when his hand finally caught her, but the single strike sent her slamming into a wall hard enough to crack bones. She ducked away but he just kept coming for her, straight and as unstoppable as a freight train.

She could keep the spiders off of her, or keep away from the ogre, but both was not assured. Finally she was fighting to her fullest, a whirl of light almost too fast to follow, striking and slicing with precision, beating spiders away from her with her wings when she couldn't hit them with her blades, nimbly avoiding most attacks. Most attacks.

The ogre caught her again, she barely tucked her wings away in time to avoid getting them broken before she slammed into the wall, making her head ring with the impact and all her muscles go lax as she fought for consciousness, her mindblade flickering out, her shortsword fallen down the tunnel.

To her surprise the spiders backed away from her then, while she struggled to her feet, and the grinning ogre caught her by the throat and hoisted her high, her wings fluttering and legs kicking as she struggled.

Watching carefully from the shadows Kratash smirked and put away his halber before stepping forth, dressed in only his loincloth, the spiders scurried away into their nests, the scent of their master's master frightening them to their shadows. The ogre waved in greeting to the minotaur as he held the struggling celestial blooded woman by her throat, careful to not snap her neck with his strong hands. "Ah George, quite a catch you have for me." He stated with a smile, tracing the curves of the woman from her face, her breasts, her hips, ass, legs and even her feet and wings, smirking at her struggles he just chuckled out. "Oho she's a fiesty one."

"George do good boss?" The ogre asked and the minotaur lord nodded with a smirk on his muzzle. "Quite good indeed, not bad for your first raid, I will add it to your resume, keep it up and you will be promoted to guard one of the lower levers, maybe even bred beasts for the dungeon." The ogre smiled widely and held out the winged woman to his employeer who grasped black magic with his hand and chained the woman's arms behind her back while paralyzing her wings and then grabbed her and heaved her up over his shoulder, making sure that hois body was magically protected from her psychic blades and attacks in case she regained her wits, before stepping into the shadows and teleported himself down to the chamber where he was to meet those who managed to reach the final boss, aka him, the other adventurers would take a day or two to reach this place even if they survived, giving him plenty of time to enjoy his new toy.

The spiders drew back further and the ogre lifted her high to someone she couldn't quite see. She was shaken as the ogre waved excitedly, making her teeth rattle. She gagged and coughed and the fingers loosened around her throat. The great beast was being careful, in his way.

"Ah George, quite a catch you have for me."

The deep voice could only come from a cavernous throat, and the minotaur that stepped into her vision was truly huge and the smile on his lips was wicked. His large hand cupped her face and traveled down her body, making her feel very small indeed, surrounded by these huge creatures. His thick fingers stroked her possessively, investigating her body and making her squirm and fight. She went still at the idea of breeding. Her blood was pure, not to be defiled by the likes of these monsters. Her mother was a powerful mortal psychic, her father a god.

She hissed as the dark magic wrapped around her wrists and bound her wings tight, tying her like a package. The great minotaur hefted her lightly to his shoulder, ignoring her struggles. She felt the jolt of teleportation and then she was...somewhere else... deep within the dungeon, in the minotaur's lair it seemed. Her mind raced, if she could get her hands free, should could strike her blade.

But for now, the huge beast was paying attention to her, bound as she was she had little hope of besting him without some amount of trickery.

He put her down on his lap, her wings nad arms bond making her more like a wiggling worm, her every curve open for him to reveal. Smirking down at the pretty little angel in his grasp the minotaur traced a large finger alongher curves, down towards her hips where her chain mail shirt ended ended and began to trace upwards, slowly peeling the chain mail off her torso, the two slits on the back from the bottom to the shoulder blades, made for the wings, made it jsut easier to slip it off her. "Mmmmmmm you look good enough to eat my sweet angel." He stated with a grin, slipping his tongue out and slowly slid it between her heavy bosom, wiggling it around between the two orbs, amking them jiggle, before wdrawing back. "Mmmm and you taste good too."

She felt like little more than a toy when he settled her onto his lap. She would have to stand on his thighs to even meet his eyes, as it was her head was hitting below his sternum when she struggled. His huge, strong hands took no notice of her efforts, finding the hem of her mail shirt and sliding it easily up her body. She shivered as the fine chain slipped over her skin and left her in her thin tunic. Vulnerable.

The thick fingers forced her head back, the beast's tongue sliding down within her tunic and between her round breasts, lashing them strongly enough to make her chest bobble and bounce. She squirmed and struggled, complaining. "You have no right to touch me like that. Stop it. Fight me fairly or kill me while I'm bound, but take your hands off of me." She yelled angrily, fighting against the bonds and trying to shrink away from his slimy tongue.

Chuckling the minotaur grasped her tunic and ripped it off her body, revealing her now topless torso to him, grasping one of her heavy breasts he flicked the thumb across the nipple, feeling the large teat harden against his rough furry thumb. Kratash let his other hand slowly creep down on the cloth covering her legs and pelvis and began to trace the big thumb across the slit between her thighs. And as he bega to manipulate the divine blooded woman's sensitive body against her will he traced his tongue over her beautiful face as it flustered from the ministratiosn on her body. "Now now my sweet little bird, you fought valiantly but you didn't manage to breach the castle and pass my minions, and seeing how you were defeated by the weakest of my officers, do I think it counts as my win my little dove." He flicked his thumb over her nipple again before slowly tracing hish and to her other breast and began to grope the large mound and roughly rub his thumb over the nipple as he had on its twin.

His careless strength tore her fine tunic off her body, leaving her bare from the waist up. One of his large hands cupped her breast, a rough furry thumb scouring over her sensitive nipple, making her flesh taut and hard, a shimmer of sensation trilling down to heat between her legs. Her large breast was swallowed in his huge palm, a warm soft toy built on a much smaller scale than the mighty beast.

His hand slid down, curling from her ass to nearly surround her pelvis, dipping a thumb as thick as three of her fingers between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. She kicked wildly, fighting how she could. The thick thumb pressed into her slit, making her shudder and glow warmly. Her captor laughed and dragged his long tongue over her flushed face, making her twitch and sputter.

"Now now my sweet little bird, you fought valiantly but you didn't manage to breach the castle and pass my minions, and seeing how you were defeated by the weakest of my officers, do I think it counts as my win my little dove."

"I am not your anything, much less a bird!" She kicked at his kneecap, her boots digging against his flesh. "Get your hands off me!" Her back arched as his hand pinched her soft breast, her sensitive nipple hardening from the attention, unwelcome and rough as it was.

"Mmmmm you got spirit, I like that." He stated with a smirk as he felt her boots kicking into his sides, his thick hide absorbing the blows without even giving him a tingle of pain. He then suddenly pressed her torso backwards so that her body hung upside down with her hips captured between his thighs making her unable to slide down. Gripping her leggings the minot aur peeled the tight pants off her legs and pulled them right off her legs, along with her boots, revealing her bare slit for his eyes. His hands kept her legs spread and he pressed his muzzle against her moist vagine before warping his lips around it and slowly licked his tongue against it, slowly making the lips of the labidas swell and open.

She shrieked as he casually picked her legs up and hung her body between his huge muscled thighs, pinning her upside down. Her wings struggled wildly against the shadowy bonds, fighting the sensation of falling. In her terror at uncontrolled falling she didn't notice her legs being stripped bare until his hands forced her kicking legs open and cool air caressed her bare pussy.

The wet nose of her captor against her sensitive hot flesh made her struggle and scream, his hands pulling her flailing legs further and further apart, her hips twisting wildly between his thighs. The monster's soft lips and slimy, thick tongue enveloped her sensitive woman flesh and to her horror, she felt her body respond with heat and moisture.

She was her father's scion on earth, no one had the right to attack her purity at all, much less a monster such as this, polluted blood and against her will. She managed to kick him in the eye, shrieking her wordless anger.

Grunting a bit in pain as her heel struck the side of his head the minotaur let his grip on her thighs press her legs apart further so she couldn't kick him again, he would punish her for her attack on his person. His tongue kept swirling across her womanly pussy until he could fee lit loosen up enough for him to do what he did next, he pressed his tongue against her pussy and with a push his long oral muscles split through her pink entrance and filled her hot wet hole, tasting her fertility like it was a delicious candy to lick before consuming. He twisted it around, swirling his strong tongue inside her pussy, slithering the long muscle like a snake inside her, his loincloth bulging out as his cock had begun to harden, the tip of the bulge pressing against her bare back.

She felt a single surge of joy at the pained groan that her kick elicited, but he made it clear she wasn't going to get a second chance, his grip tightening on her strong thighs and spreading her legs almost painfully wide, keeping her feet far from anything that could be damaged.

She gasped and shook as his attentions warmed her pussy and then cried out as he broke into her virgin hole with his thick, long tongue, filling her with his unnatural organ, defiling her purity with his gross desires. "You can't do this to me!" she whined, the worst consequence she had imagined being death, not defilement and shame.

She felt a nudge at her spine from the huge organ waking between his legs, the tip of it easily the size of her clenched fist. It twitched again, hot and hard, almost a punch to her back. She was aware of anatomy, but she was not prepared to take anyone as a lover, a mate and her desperate position was quickly dawning on her.

Kratash kept slithering his tongue inside her loins, the strong muscle wiggle around, twisting back and forth in random movements, he wasn't penetrating her virginity but his tongue was teasing the maidenhood that was her show of innocence, teasing it with its rough, warm and strong texture. His teeth grinded against the upper part of her labida where her clitoris was located, the numb hardening under the minotaur's teeth as they grounded over it like the stone of a mill's grinder, pleasuring and teasing the hard numb. The minotaur wouldn't stop until he drove her off the edge, he wanted to weaken her fighting spirit, to have her admit herself to his dominance and to make her orgasm even as she denies it would only be the first step to claim her as his own. His cock had hardened fully now and the tip was rubbing against her tailbone, her buttocks pressing agaisnt the loincloth covered cockhead like a pair of thick towels used to clean a large metal statue.

His thick cock was hot and harder than she could believe a mortal organ could be, pressed between her asscheeks and stretching those taut globes almost painfully wide. She squirmed and wriggled, partly fighting the myriad of sensation and partly in response to them. Her clit did become hard, throbbing with nameless needs and making her shudder with every grind of the minotaurs large, flat teeth.

She struggled against her bonds and her own surging pleasure, losing bit by bit, the monsterous tongue twisting in her, stretching her open in amorous pain. She groaned and whined, losing ground under the minotaur's attentions.

"N-no...no... no you can't... you have to stop..." she gasped, "please...please stop... please...kill me instead... not my purity... not you... please"

But the building passions were inescapable, her strong, angelic body yeilding slowly to her own pleasure, until finally the release that had been stalking her claimed her entirely. She screamed her throat raw, her muscles spasming strongly as her orgasm whipped through her system. It left her wrong out, weak and gasping for breath. "N...no..."

Slowly slipping his tongue of her clenching pussy the minotaur gripped her body and turned it upwards, while flexing her tied arms so they were resting in front of her, without releasing the binding magic. He then let the panting woman slip off his lap and down on her knees between his legs, his hard cock dangling in front of her flustered face. "If you're a good girl and pleasure me then maybe I will let you my little dove." He stated with a smirk as he traced his large hands along her wet pussy and breasts as she knelled there, her face still red from her orgasm, saliva and feminine nectar leaking from her gasping slit and down her inner thighs, to her knees and to the cool floor.

She moaned helplessly as his tongue pulled from her throbbing tight hole, too far gone in her release to feel shame at her wanton desires. He turned her right side up and helped her to the floor, limp as a doll where he set her between his legs. She leaned weakly against one tree like thigh, catching her breath, her face hot, her pussy throbbing with echoes of her orgasm. It was a long moment before she had the will and mind to pull away from his cock in disgust.

"I will never do anything of the sort." she huffed softly, backing away from him and kneeling up as regally as she could.

"Oooh? Then shall I just take you here? Stuff you full and rape you like a caged cattle ready for breeding?" He asked with a wicked mile as he slipped a finger into her pussy, he had to lean forward a little to do this but it wasn't so hard with his large body. He pumped his finger down to the knuckle into her tight channel and wiggled the finger insider her tight wetness, carefu las to not pierce her virginity it would be al lthe more sweeter once she let herself go completely. "But if you truly do not want a chance then who am I to argue?" He sstaed with a smirk as he slowly reached to his loincloth and puleld it aside, revealing his large cock, precum leaking from the tip of the massive pole. "Sure you don't want to try and convince me my little dove?"

Raina moaned at the thought, shivering as the thick digit buried itself in her sensitive dripping cunt. No, she did not want anything to do with breeding and this monster, the only thing more shameful than trying to please this evil being would be to pollute her father's blood with his. This moment would be temporary, she told herself.

The giant cock pointed at her face, threatening and dark and fully the size of her arm, thicker than her wrist and wrapped with pulsing veins. She swallowed slowly, trying to recall the few bits of gossip she had heard of how to please a man.

"I'm going to need my hands." She let her head fall down to her chest, defeated.

"Of course my sweet, but do not bother trying anything, the seals are still on your hands, preventing you to wound me in any fashion, they are just not, chained together." He stated with a smirk as he gently rubbed her tied wrists and they seperated from one another, laving her free to use her hands but unable to use anything but physical strength as his seals prevented her fro musing her psychic powers. The large cock of the minotaur was leaking pearly yellow pre sperms that dripped down, a thick musky scent coming from his crotch, the pheromones thick in the air and he still had his digit buried into her soaked cunt, and he kept it there, wiggling and pumping it around inside her needy virginal entrance, slowly driving her mind deeper and deeper into depracity.