The Seeping Crypt

<hr>''Lust-Siezed Husk''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png")) Malaise hangs thick in the air. You could only sense it before… the dreary, gut-turning traces of dark magic. But the farther you tread down the overgrown pathway, the more real it becomes. A rousing stench cuts through the air, filling you with unease. The death-tinted smell of sex and debauchery… the telltale signs of the undead. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Zombie.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Zombie.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] //Ggggrrrrrwwwwllll~// A low, throaty snarl ripples through the rotting trees, turning your blood to ice. The glow of the twilight illuminates a canine figure stumbling through the brush, marching towards you with its arms outstretched! Tall, muscular, and clumsy, your first glimpse into the world of the undead shuffles towards you with his jaws agape. Whoever he was before he turned is gone now. His mindless, emerald eyes are fixed on you with an unblinking, unnatural stare. His jagged jaws are dripping with lusty drool, making cloudy puddles in the soil as he advances. Whatever rags of clothing he once possessed are nothing but tatters, clinging hopelessly to his overgrown pelt. And he’s// furiously, painfully erect.// (text-style: "sway")[''“B-Breed…”''] He mutters, his tongue waggling out of his mouth. A girthy, cut cock throbs between his legs, utterly stuffed with cold, deathless blood. Greasy globs of precum bubble out of his tip, covering his hand as he vainly attempts to pleasure himself. His canine nose huffs the air, eager to suck down your scent. Your smell… the smell of living, warm flesh… is simply too much for this creature to bear. His shambling pace quickens, bearing down on you! (either:"[[Stab the fiend!->Zombie Cumslut]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Recieving, Anal Sex, Unwilling, Long-Term, Enslavement.//)] [[Trip the fiend!->Trip Zombie]]", "[[Trip the fiend!->Trip Zombie]] [[Stab the fiend!->Zombie Cumslut]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Recieving, Anal Sex, Unwilling, Long-Term, Enslavement.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Amorous Ghoul''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) To be sealed in this tomb is to be deprived. Deprived of light, deprived of sustenance, deprived of reason. Of course, those who are already dead have no need for such things. But roused from beyond, this labyrinth must truly be a hellish place. You don’t envy the undead one bit. Better they be put to rest than to wander this place in search of what cannot be found. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Otter.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Otter.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] //Drip… Drip… Drip…// Your torch pushes the shadows away from a disheveled figure, unnaturally hunched over in the darkness. Radiant white robes cover his shoulders, emblazoned with the sigils of the regional church. His otterlike features are stark and well-groomed, sporting a rather dynamic haircut for a man of his faith. In another life, he was a man of the clergy, righteous and pious. Now, risen from the grave, he’s a slobbering, debased shadow of his former self. All that righteousness, all that piety… absent. Just an endless, unslakeable thirst for the living and their vital essences. ''“Haaah… Haaahh… Whaa?! OhmyGOSH, Hiiii! What are YOU doing down here? You’re… ALIVE?!”'' The ghoul nearly trips over himself as he shambles towards you, clumsily tripping on his own robes. He’s not slowing down, either! You hurriedly step aside as he charges into a wall face-first, emitting only the slightest grunt of pain. Embarrassed and dizzy, his eyes soon refocus on you with indecent intent. ''“Heheh… WOW, that was embarrassing! C-could you hold still for me? I… I’ve just this hunger inside of me. Mmmnn… And you’re just so… Fuck, you’re just THROBBING with what I need!”'' Putting two slutty fingers to his lips, the otter opens his maw to reveal the drooling, flesh-toned depths of his gullet! An unimaginable amount of hot, steamy saliva drizzles down his nape as he salivates over you. Visibly huffy breaths pour out of him as he shambles forward, his outstretched arms reaching for your waist. Achingly hard and starving for your essence, the ghoul singlemindedly stumbles towards you with a dreamy expression on his face. ''“Ooooh, I’m gonna make you feel sooooo gooooood~ So just lie back and let me get you all cozy! I just… I just NEED to feel you finish inside me… I-It’ll make me all better again!”'' (either: "[[Strike his legs!]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Oral sex, Player Recieving, Apthrodisiacs, Kissing, Mana Drain, Paralysis, Enslavement.//)] [[Strike his head!]]", "[[Strike his head!]] [[Strike his legs!]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Oral sex, Player Recieving, Apthrodisiacs, Kissing, Mana Drain, Paralysis, Enslavement.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr> =|= (align:"<==")[''Draconic Paladin''] =|= (align:"==>")[(//Guest starring NotHereForever!//)] |==| (enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))There’s a light up ahead. The tunnels wind to finality, approaching a recently-carved chamber. Fuming with magical energies, can only be one of your objectives! The flickering light of a blazing torch clearly illuminates the room, clarifying every detail to perfection. But it isn’t your torch. Casting an enormous shadow past the doorway, a broad-shouldered colossus inspects the contraption within. A crimson cape shimmers past his shoulders, flying like a banner in the night. A hefty, draconic tail slithers out from beneath it, idly snickering across the ruined floor. Creeping up behind the enormous knight, you see yourself cowering in the reflection of his armor. This is no mere pawn of the darkness. His living heart beats in his chest, thrumming like an ancient war-drum. When he turns to face you, his sneering, greedy gaze is enough to stop you in your tracks. He is a //rival//. And one with a fearsome reputation. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Rholyx.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Rholyx.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] Rholyx the Sturdy, one of the kingdom’s most renowned… and formidable… adventurers. ''“Hmmmmph?” ''The dragon grunts, a plume of steam rising from his mighty nostrils. Black of scale and red of throat, this overgrown lizard looms several heads above you. A crown of regal horns curls around his snout, angled to a vicious point. Affluent and possessive, his gaze afflicts you with a searing sense of inferiority. ''“Another peon? What a nuisance… why don’t you just hold still so I can dispatch… Oh?”'' Rholyx’s disinterested expression hardens as he takes note of your untainted soul. It seems you’ve both come for the same prize! Laughing haughtily, the paladin hefts his rune-engraved greatsword over his shoulder, pointing down with a humiliating finger. ''“Bwahah! Oh, even better! A rookie adventurer, all the way down here? And a scrawny one, too… how on earth did you manage to make it this far? I must’ve cleared out all the tough minions… well, either that, or you’ve been following me like a coward ever since I hitched my steed!”'' Leaning closer, the paladin sneers with self-assured superiority. ''“Your courage is commendable… but ultimately pointless! This place and its plunder are mine for the taking, and I won’t be sharing with someone as pathetic as you! Ahem… So why don’t you turn around and let a professional do his thing? Heh… maybe feed yourself to my horse on the way out~”'' ''“Of course, you’re welcome to try and stop me. Mmm… in fact, I hope you do! You’d make a delightful addition to my hoard~” '' You’re not gonna let this bully push you around, right? Hero or not, he’s standing between you and the source of this corruption. Surely there’s something you can do… right? (either: "[[Draw your weapon!->Rholyx Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Digestion, Dragon Pred, Fatal, Humiliation, Bones.//)] [[Lie to him?->Dragon Defeated]] [[Ask politely?->Rholyx Enslavement]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Anal Sex, Player recieving, Degradation, Carrying Fuck, Cumflation, Mindbreak, Brainwashing, Enslavement, Forced Prostitution.//)]", "[[Draw your weapon!->Rholyx Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Digestion, Dragon Pred, Fatal, Humiliation, Bones.//)] [[Ask politely?->Rholyx Enslavement]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Anal Sex, Player recieving, Degradation, Carrying Fuck, Cumflation, Mindbreak, Brainwashing, Enslavement, Forced Prostitution.//)] [[Lie to him?->Dragon Defeated]]", "[[Lie to him?->Dragon Defeated]] [[Ask politely?->Rholyx Enslavement]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Anal Sex, Player recieving, Degradation, Carrying Fuck, Cumflation, Mindbreak, Brainwashing, Enslavement, Forced Prostitution.//)] [[Draw your weapon!->Rholyx Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Digestion, Dragon Pred, Fatal, Humiliation, Bones.//)]", "[[Lie to him?->Dragon Defeated]] [[Draw your weapon!->Rholyx Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Digestion, Dragon Pred, Fatal, Humiliation, Bones.//)] [[Ask politely?->Rholyx Enslavement]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Anal Sex, Player recieving, Degradation, Carrying Fuck, Cumflation, Mindbreak, Brainwashing, Enslavement, Forced Prostitution.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Ominous Hole''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) With no one to tend this hallowed place, the halls of the crypt have fallen into urgent disrepair. The earth, worn down by time and disturbed by dark sorceries has caved in in numerous places. Once easily navigable by foot, this crypt is now a labyrinth of sinister misdirections. Musty and particulated from the crumbling earth, the air chokes your mind ever-so-slightly. Once again, you’ve found yourself at another dead end. Kicking the ground with frustration, the tumbling of a pebble reveals a deep, dark crack in the ground. Yawning open in the corner of the room, a wide crevasse creeps along the borders of the cave-in. You’d almost fallen in a few moments ago without even noticing! It’s definitely wide enough to shimmy through. You shine your torch above the chasm, peering down to investigate. Huh… it looks like you can access one of the lower floors through here! For some reason, it’s hard to see… but there’s smooth flooring at the bottom of the drop. A promising development, for sure! You’d rather not risk another turnaround. The servants of the dark one may be following close behind. Better to take your chances. The question is, how will you proceed? (either: "[[Jump in!->Spider Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Hard Vore, Spider Pred, Bondage/Webbing, Venom, External Digestion, Fatal.//)] [[Drop your torch?]]", "[[Drop your torch?]] [[Jump in!->Spider Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Hard Vore, Spider Pred, Bondage/Webbing, Venom, External Digestion, Fatal.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Gothy Fruitbat''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) Some of the abandoned rooms are more hospitable than others. Absent of corpses and remains, they're kept tidy and free from rubble. Tended to by the dark one's servants, some of them are even decorated with carpets and candelabras! These hidden sanctums are almost welcoming, even though they're tucked as far underground as they possibly can. You suppose it's possible be comfortable in these circumstances. Snuggled away in the darkness, surrounded by all the luxuries of home... it's honestly a little cozy. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Fembat.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Fembat.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] //Munch-Munch~// You can hear something... eating? Listening closer, you can clearly hear the sounds of something chowing down on something thick and juicy! It's gotta be flesh, right? Your mind vividly pictures some gruesome display of heinous cannibalism... you'd expect nothing less down here! The implications send horrible trembles down your spine, and you shakily approach the source with your weapon drawn. //''"Mmmmm~ Munch-Munch-Munch~"''// Fortunately, the reality of the situation is much less disturbing! Lounging over a dusty royal sofa, a fat-bottomed bat lays out on his stomach, happily chowing down on a mound of fresh fruit! Humming happily, he scoops huge handfuls of berries into his fanged jaws, loudly mushing them into pulp. Covered in dim, violet fluff, his fruit-fattened ass instantly draws your attention. Supported by a massive pair of ultra-meaty boi-thighs, there must be at least sixty pounds of butt-wobble clinging to his waist! Every movement he makes causes those fruit-fed cakes to ripple, jiggling back and forth like crazy. You doubt he can even fly with that much extra weight! ''"Mwwaahhmm~ //Munch...Munch... Gulp~// Oh, hey! Uh... how long have you been standing there?"'' Eventually, his sensitive ears hone in on your presence, perking up to face you. Huffing with annoyance, he pauses his feast to stare you down. ''"Uh... do you need me? You're kinda interrupting something."'' (either: "[[Ask for fruit?]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Ass Worship, Musk, Goth, Femboy, Facesitting, Musk, Kissing, Romance, Aphrodesiacs, Mindbreak, Enslavement//)] [[Spook him!]]", "[[Spook him!]] [[Ask for fruit?]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Ass Worship, Musk, Goth, Femboy, Facesitting, Musk, Kissing, Romance, Aphrodesiacs, Mindbreak, Enslavement//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''The Lich''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"009Sanctum.png")) You’ve finally arrived. Your one-man siege of this malign fortress has finally brought you to the corrupted keep. Your arms are shaking. Your legs are trembling. Every blink threatens to send you into slumber. But despite it all, you’re still standing. And now your task is simple. Slay the beast. Save the world. And if possible, leave alive. The inner sanctum is circular, consisting of a lower basin surrounded by stairs. Ritual lines are etched over every surface, forming a spiderweb of glowing ley lines. In the center of the sanctum lies an enormous, glowing obelisk of simmering ghostflame! The malevolent monument is brightly smoldering with unearthly power, flooding the room with corruption. What you’d been breathing before was only a taste of the evil that awaited you here. Every breath you take is labored by the cruel vestiges of unholy deeds. Standing atop the staircase, the culprit stares down at you with a wicked, fanged smile. Draped in black, a panther softly purrs as you enter the room. Radiating with foul energy, you’re certain of his identity the moment you lay eyes upon him. The master of the crypt: //A powerful, feline lich!// (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Lich.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Lich.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] ''“Welcome, mortal. The arms of death await you~” ''Tall, dark, and magnificent, the sorcerer at the top of the stairs is every bit as extravagant as he is intimidating. His feline features gleam with sophistication and intelligence. Baring his fangs and swaying his hips, a haughty tail slithers behind his hips. The front of his cloak is parted just enough to give you a peek at his cut, athletic pecs. Most of his fur is smooth and oil-black, covering his rippling physique. Thrilling purple tattoos cross his body, inlaid with glowing, mystical runes. Despite his heinous reputation, the lich possesses a body fit for a king. ''“A commendation is in order, young one. Many possess the courage to venture into my domain, but so few have made it to my chambers! Your efforts are impressive… but ultimately meaningless.”'' A pulse of energy ripples through the room, lining your arms with goosebumps. Smiling proudly, the lich’s milky voice beckons you closer to his discerning, enchanted eyes. ''“Mmm… So strong, so… lively! Why waste your talents on such a fruitless encounter? Wouldn’t you rather serve a master with grander ambitions?”'' '''Join me, mortal. Cast down your weapon and slip into my sanctified embrace. Together, we shall purge this world of its stifling natural order. A new age will dawn… one of endless, wonderful death~”'' The panther cackles, beckoning you forward. Sensing your weakness, his overpowering will commands your attention. ''“You cannot defy me… surrender remains your only option. My designs will grant you far greater pleasure than you could possibly imagine~”'' (either: "[[Fall to your knees...->Submit]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Anal sex, Player Recieving, Growth, Transformation, Collaring, Brainwashing, Mindbreak, Enslavement.//)] [[Remain standing!]]", "[[Remain standing!]] [[Fall to your knees...->Submit]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Anal sex, Player Recieving, Growth, Transformation, Collaring, Brainwashing, Mindbreak, Enslavement.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Corvid Assassin''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) Some beings are native to the dark. They spend their lives in the safety of the shadows, shunning the light for it's purifying radiance. It's not an inherently incorrect way of living, but not one you can ever hope to understand. But for others, the darkness is a means to an end. A shroud that can be worn to disguise their intentions, a cloak that veils their action. Deeds done in the dark fetch a high price. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Crow.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Crow.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] (text-style: "rumble")[//Whizzzz...SHHNNGG!!!//] ''"Hmmmph. Lucky."'' Shifting your head to inspect an odd-looking crag in the wall, you narrowly evade a jagged dagger whizzing out of the darkness! Embedded into the stone two inches from your head, you catch a view of your terrified reflection in the blunt side of the blade. You quickly scramble for cover, darting behind an open coffin. Peering over the lid, you catch a glimpse of your assailant. The slender figure of an avian stands at the back of the room, cloaked entirely in jet-black leathers. Built for stealth and speed, there's something androgynous about his figure. Maybe it's his wide, well-preened hips. Or his broad, feather-fluffed chest. There's a feminine flow to the way he moves, dragging his motions like the moves to a sensual dance. Groaning with dismay, the rogue unsheathes another gleaming dagger from his belt. ''"Tch! What a pain... Why don't you do us both a favor and slip into the open so I can end this?"'' The assassin begins to pace, his hawkish eyes trained on your hiding place. You hear his talons clicking against the floor, impatiently awaiting your next move. It seems he's unwilling to risk an open confrontation. That doesn't give you an advantage, though. The longer you spend behind cover, the more you run the risk of backup arriving! You need to get rid of him, and fast! ''"My (text-style: "sway")[employer] offers payment for every intruder I catch. Of course, you don't need to be alive when I turn you in. Your remains will suffice, no matter what state they're in!"'' (either: "[[Rush him!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Smothering, Breathplay, Paralysis, Cock Growth, Musk, Cock vore, Cum Digestion, Condom disposal, Bounty Play.//)] [[Improvise a shield!]]", "[[Improvise a shield!]] [[Rush him!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Smothering, Breathplay, Paralysis, Cock Growth, Musk, Cock vore, Cum Digestion, Condom disposal, Bounty Play.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Giant Python''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) Nature has already started to reclaim parts of this crypt. It was inevitably going to happen. No matter how tightly the doors were sealed, or how tainted the air, it was still a perfectly-usable shelter. You were less discomforted by the thought of encountering a wild beast down here than the undead. All animals, no matter how distasteful, are neutral forces at the end of the day. No allegiances, no principles... just hunger and instinct. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Snake.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Snake.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] //HIISSSSSSSSSS~// A giant, green-scaled serpent leers out from the darkness, surging into the tunnel with predatory intent! Monstrously large and sharp-fanged, the snake easily rears up to look you in the eye! Sporting coils as thick as your torso, the monster's body is shrouded in thick, mail-like scales. It hisses like white-hot iron being dipped in frigid water. Sampling the air with its forked tongue, the serpent gorges itself on the rich scent of your living flesh. You're by far the freshest, juiciest meal it's ever laid eyes on! Pure predatory determination boils in its keen, reptilian sclera as it sizes you up. ''"Sssstarving..." '' Rather than face you head-on, the reptile gracefully weaves around the tunnel, forming a loop around you with its bulky body. You try to step out of the ring, but are quickly nudged back by a bold nudge of the monster's edge! The ground trembles as the beast starts to slither inwards, closing the loop around you! Tightening like a noose, the constrictor beams with delight as it prepares to crush your flesh into submission. Crap... if you can't fend it off, then you're as good as snake chow! It has to have a weak spot somewhere... Maybe you can frighten it somehow? (either: "[[Waive your torch!->Snake Chow]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Snake Pred, Coiling, Breathplay, Digestion, Fatal, Bones.//)] [[Stab at it!]]", "[[Stab at it!]] [[Waive your torch!->Snake Chow]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Snake Pred, Coiling, Breathplay, Digestion, Fatal, Bones.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Ratfolk Cheiftain''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) Of course, you're not the only creature to breach this forsaken fortress. Vermin skitter through the shadows as you advance, hiding from the glow of your torch. Short, grey-furred beastmen nibbling on whatever scraps they can find. The rodentfolk are as shrewd as they are cunning, with vast strength in numbers. Left unchecked, you've heard tales of entire cities being drowned in the endless flood of their vile turpitude! It only makes sense that the dark one would keep them in his employ. In fact, they've likely been spreading the word of your arrival ever since they first caught your scent. As detestable as they are, they're too short and cowardly to approach you alone! A simple annoyance, nothing more. Or so you thought. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="RatChief.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="RatChief.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] ''"(text-style: "fidget")[Skeheh]... Welcome, over-walker. Come to skulk in the shadows with us, have you?"'' A pair of glowing, violent red eyes emerges from the darkness. Heaving a crude, bone-weaved axe upon his shoulder, a wide, muscular figure strides into the flare of your torch. This rat is not like his brethren. Burly and battle-tested, this grizzled mongrel is more like a gladiator than a pest! Scars, big and small, are etched into his chest and arms. His features are unmistakably rodentlike, sporting a long, angular snout with fierce, jagged teeth. Though he speaks with the same snickering cant as his relatives, it's deep-set in a wealth of maturity and experience. There's not a scrap of clothing on his body except for a ruined, sweat-soiled loincloth tied around his waist. Even then, it does an exceedingly poor job of hiding the bulge beneath… ''"My kin haven't stopped chittering about you since you arrived."'' He muses, tracing a finger over the blade of his axe. ''"You are a lost thing now. Thrown away, down here with what is not wanted. That makes you ours. Come, come! The brood has many uses for you~"'' (either: "[[Rely on your weapon!->Rat Enslavement]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Recieving, Anal Sex, Heavy Musk, Size Difference, Enslavement, Gangbang, Breeding, MPreg.//)] [[Rely on your torch!]] [[Retreat! ->Rat Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Rat Pred, Digestion, Feeders, Belittling, Fatal, Group Digestion, Bone Disposal, Disposal.//)]", "[[Rely on your weapon!->Rat Enslavement]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Recieving, Anal Sex, Heavy Musk, Size Difference, Enslavement, Gangbang, Breeding, MPreg.//)] [[Retreat! ->Rat Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Rat Pred, Digestion, Feeders, Belittling, Fatal, Group Digestion, Bone Disposal//)] [[Rely on your torch!]]", "[[Rely on your torch!]] [[Retreat! ->Rat Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Rat Pred, Digestion, Feeders, Belittling, Fatal, Group Digestion, Bone Disposal, Disposal.//)] [[Rely on your weapon!->Rat Enslavement]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Recieving, Anal Sex, Heavy Musk, Size Difference, Enslavement, Gangbang, Breeding, MPreg.//)]", "[[Rely on your torch!]] [[Rely on your weapon!->Rat Enslavement]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Recieving, Anal Sex, Heavy Musk, Size Difference, Enslavement, Gangbang, Breeding, MPreg.//)] [[Retreat! ->Rat Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Rat Pred, Digestion, Feeders, Belittling, Fatal, Group Digestion, Bone Disposal, Disposal.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))''Hellhound Pursuer'' There are forces in this crypt far more sinister than the walking dead. Evildoing is a door: to open it invites forces with goals beyond mortal comprehension. The dark deeds committed in this place have practically blown that door off its hinges! Sometimes, you catch an otherworldly shadow, or a sinister silhouette. Slinking around the corner, or slithering across the ceiling... the influence of beings beyond your understanding. You better not trouble yourself with it. To think of such horrors is to make them real. Speaking of which... (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Hellhound.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Hellhound.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] An enormous four-legged figure stalks around the corner at the end of the hallway! Your torch illuminates a mouth full of jagged, pearl-white teeth. Its eyes are glowing, sunken pits of brilliant hellfire. A plume of tar-black hackles covers its spine, singed at the edges with the heat of an eternal blaze. This can't be real, can it? You pinch yourself, heart frozen by the sight of the great, black hell-wolf. ''"Grrrrrrrwwwll...~"'' Oh, it's real all right. Risen from the very depths of hell itself, a hellhound has crawled through some unseen fold between worlds. Tirelessly skulking through the shadows, this canine has spent weeks restlessly tasting the air for the scent of fresh, living flesh. The watchdogs of the underworld spend their lives aimlessly scouring the barren crags of limbo in search of intruders, never finding any. Driven by a single-minded carnal craving for living souls, they're kept eternally on edge to ensure their efficacy as protectors. Having broken free, this alpha intends to finally sate his never-ending need, and claim you for its own! And now, it's found you. Hanging between its hindlegs like a war banner, the hellhound's intent is laid bare. Throbbing, pulsing, and oozing with hellish seed, the beast's burning-hot wolf-cock fills the surrounding air with a thick haze. An infernal breeder's knot forms at the base, throbbing with precise intent. Your legs shiver at the thought of what might happen to you if you fail to deter him. You've got better things to do than end up as some monster's bitch-bride! (either: "[[Dodge him!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Anal sex, Feral top, Player Recieving, knotting, pheromones, cumflation, enslavement//)] [[Command him?]]", "[[Command him?]] [[Dodge him!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Anal sex, Feral top, Player Recieving, knotting, pheromones, cumflation, enslavement//)]") <hr>

<hr>''Demonic Statue''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png")) Standing next to the hulking stone door is a massive, imposing statue of a demon. You’ve seen gargoyles and saints outside of crypts before… but this is really something else! Huge, brawny, and terrifying, this lifelike beast is rendered in painstaking detail, carved agelessly out of granite. Built with broad, sloping shoulders and a beefy physique, the demon-man sends a hell of a message. Might resides within these halls. All challengers will be decimated. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Statue.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Statue.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] And yet… the more sensual details of the statue suspiciously well-carved, too. Beneath the demon’s chiseled chest is a stiff, turgid manhood, lovingly rendered out of the stone. It’s astonishingly lifelike, woven with fat, throbbing cockveins. Beneath it, a pair of droopy-looking balls hang heavily between it’s muscular thighs. Whoever the artist was even went through the effort of carving wrinkles into the statue’s sack! That’s some serious dedication… if not a bit bizarre. The more you stare at the statue, the more it seems to be staring at you. What assumed at first was a fierce, dominant leer has a more… suggestive undertone to it. Perhaps it’s a look of desire? There must be a way to unlock the door! The servants of the dark master probably go in and out all the time, so there shouldn’t be a key. Perhaps this studly statue hides a secret that would reveal the entrance? (either: "[[Arouse the Statue?->Statue Fucking]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Anal sex, Player Recieving, Living Statue, Hyper Cock, Living Toy, Petrification, Enslavement.//)] [[Touch its tail?]]", "[[Touch its tail?]] [[Arouse the Statue?->Statue Fucking]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Anal sex, Player Recieving, Living Statue, Hyper Cock, Living Toy, Petrification, Enslavement.//)]") <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"009Sanctum.png"))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>Despite his overwhelming aura, all spellcasters share one weakness: Casting speed! The longer you allow this battle to progress, the more opportunities he will have to utter foul curses. Give him long enough, and he’ll almost certainly weave your doom! Shouting a valiant battle cry, you level your shoulder with the fiend and barrel forward. Preparing a savage strike, you close the distance in seconds. As the feline spellcaster raises his arms in distress, you deliver a full-powered strike to his neck! //SWISHHHH!!!! Hissssssssssss~// Your eyes widen as you stumble through his form, carried by the weight of your ruthless strike! Instead of cleaving through flesh and bone, your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] meets no resistance whatsoever. The sorcerer’s body dissolves into smoke the moment your blow connects. A haughty laugh fills the room as you slowly right yourself. Beneath your feet, the ground begins to glow, connected by purplish strands of magical light. Connected in the middle by an eerie sigil, the glyph pulses with heinous energies! The fiend… He’d used himself as bait! ''“My, my! Must you be so quick to rush to violence?”'' The panther purrs, his real body slinking out from behind a statue. Unlike his illusory duplicate, the true lich wears an obsidian collar, inlaid with heinous purple gems! Before you can move to strike him, an invisible weight crushes down from above you, forcing you to your knees! ''“To think your kind accuse ME of such barbarity. Tut-Tut! Naughty boy… It seems you are beyond reasoning, then~”'' This is bad! The longer you remain inside the magic circle, the more you find your energy sapped! Straining against the invisible bonds that have lashed over your shoulders, your struggle becomes more impossible with each passing moment. Try as you might, you’re unable to surmount the crushing magical pressure binding you to the floor! You remain on your knees as the feline encroaches, his toned legs blotting out your vision. Kneeling before the all-powerful lich, his villainous grin drains the light from the room as he looks you over with his emerald eyes… ''“What a WASTE of life… So much talent, so much vigor! And yet you’d waste yourself on trivial pursuits of glory. Charging like a blinded boar at whatever will satiate your thirst for blood…”'' You wince as he extends a hand, placing his feline palm atop your head! Like a master soothing a dog, he degradingly ruffles your hair while you strain to repel him! Cackling at your feeble struggle, the lich procures an evil-looking spellbook via telekinesis. ''“You would make a miserable servant indeed. But fear not, noble adventurer! Your baser elements are still useful~”'' Wetting his lips with saliva, the snickering feline begins to unbutton his sorcerer’s robes. Pulling them apart like stage curtains, you’re struck by his dark elegance as his clothing slips free. Richly chiseled and vibrantly tattooed, the lich’s chest is slender and catlike. Dripping with deadly charm, every twist of his hips clouds your mind with corrupted thoughts. The panther has crafted this body to exert passion and intrigue into all subjects beneath his dominion. Imprisoned beneath his magics, submission begins to intrude upon your waking thoughts. ''“I must thank you for nourishing your soul so… vigorously! Your passions, your experiences… excellent seasoning. Your spirit will be a fine vintage indeed~”'' N-No! He can’t have your soul! Gritting your teeth, you try to force out your thoughts of his body. Every moment you spend lusting over his form increases his dominion over you! But no matter how hard you try, your eyes inevitably fall back upon his girthy, sweat-steamed cock. Glowing bright purple, the lich’s neon rod captures your attention with every pulse. Swinging his dick in front of your eyes like a pendulum, his hypnotic influence starts to tug at your resolve. Stepping around your paralyzed body, he forces you to your feet before drawing you into a skin-tight hug~ ''“Mmm~ Delicious~” ''The panther purrs, cupping his chin over your shoulder. His burning claws drag down your sides, raking your skin through your clothes. The dark one’s foul spellcraft is woven into you with every touch. As corruption seeps into your being, you can feel yourself becoming ever more susceptible to his claws. Goosebumps flare on your forearms, only to be tenderly stroked by his lavish fingertips. Giggling and snarling, he purrs into your ear as you’re maliciously spooned from behind. ''“My, I’m tempted to keep you as a toy! So soft, so jittery… Oh, all the ways I could change you. My influence would do such wondrous things to your mortal flesh~”'' Nothing can stop the dark one from admiring you. The warmth in your veins, the mana in your chest… all his. Your terrified heartbeat draws his attention. Pressing a hand to your breast, the panther savors the thump of your frightened, lust-confused heart. Snarling posessively, his tongue strokes over your cheek, forcing it to pump faster. And that’s not the only thing that’s pumping. Your cock is straining against your armor, soaking your undergarments with spurts of pre. His enchanted spellwork has augmented your lust to furious heights! Dipping down to your thighs, the lich relieves you by unbuckling your trousers. The instant your dick springs free, he snatches it in his malicious grip, stroking you from base to tip. ''“Good boy… succumb to your desires. Succumb to ME.”'' Adjusting his grip on your shaft, the panther’s fur-lined fingers grip you in an authoritative hold. While his movements are butter-smooth, there is a harshness to his handjob that keeps you from thinking yourself in control. Professionally gliding his fingers from base to tip, he ensures none of your cock goes untouched! Stroking you is a pleasant distraction, but the lich’s true aim is to milk you for all you’re worth. He purrs every time you spurt into his palm, rewarding you with smooth, satisfying strokes so long as you keep wetting his fingers. As you spill your pre-seed into his palm, you can feel him thrusting into your back from behind. ''“Tell me… do you enjoy being played with, mortal? You’re quite suited to it. Such delightful noises you make~”'' ''“Perhaps I should touch you deeper, then? Lust is best woven from within~”'' His other hand slides down your back, slipping down your trousers. Prowling between your asscheeks, you yelp as his fingertip slides into your backdoor! Quickly sinking down to the knuckle, the panther’s bulky paw-pad navigates to your prostate. An electric shimmer rattles through you as he strokes your love button for the first time. Squirming in his grip, your body can’t deny how good it feels. Fingering and stroking you at the same time, he lavishes your spellbound body with expert care. Whispering spells under his breath, you can feel pricks of lust-magic melting into your most sensitive regions, elevating the sensation by the second! What started as a pleasant handjob quickly spirals into mind-melting waves of spoiled, submissive pleasure~ //Shhhhhhllllkk! Shhhhhhhlllllkkk! Shhhhhlllllkkk! Shhhhhhllllllkkk!// You can’t take it anymore. The spell-touched fingers caressing your prostate, the elegant pumps of his feline fingers… there’s an aching inside of you that can no longer be resisted. Giving in completely, you let the sorcerer have his way with your body. Pumping your hips into his grip and moaning for his pleasure, you beg for release from this merciless, enchanted edging! Grinning fiendishly, the panther graciously strokes you to completion, finishing you off with an expertly-timed nibble to your neck. Gritting your teeth and crying out, you unload a sloppy cumshot into his glistening palm~ //Shhhhhppppprrrrrrrlllrrrrrt!!!// Something snaps in you as you blast your ball-batter into his hand. Fully corrupted by his influence, the spectral chains binding your soul to your body loosen! Uncoupled from your flesh, the lich chuckles as he opens his greedy jaws. ''“Ahh… //Suppertime~//”'' //Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~// Burrowing his muzzle into your cheek, the cat-sorcerer begins a long, slow exhale. As the lich begins his breath, you can feel something lurching deep inside of you. Your essence, your very being is being pulled out of your mouth! Eyes fluttering, you fall completely limp as the vampiric transfer begins. A shimmering trail of mana-rich soulmatter spills from your lips, flowing down the panther’s throat in slow, rhythmic swallows! The warlock’s cock throbs against your back as he devours your soul. The lust you’d experienced before is now his to claim, as is every other part of your existence~ //Haaahhhhn~ Gulp~ Haaaaaahhhn~ Gulp~ Haaaaahhhn~ Guuuulp~// The feeling of having your soul devoured mercilessly brief. As a master lich, it takes the panther only a few seconds to gulp it down! Swallows echo in your ears as your consciousness is transferred out of your body, flowing down his dark, warm gullet. Everything around you becomes wet and mushy. A glowing light begins to fill the panther’s belly as your spirit is stowed away inside his stomach, swirling around beneath his skin. You can sense it around you in perfect detail. The goopy texture of his guts, the stinging sizzle of his digestive juices. You experience all of it at the same time, reverberating through you in endless, corruptive waves. //Haaaaaaaaahhhhnnn~ GULP! //''“Mrrrrrrr… Oh, yes… I can feel you swirling around in there. Claimed for the darkness, never to return~”'' If it were any other predator who’d devoured your soul, you may have persisted in some sense. Unfortunately, the panther-lich’s stomach is perfectly trained to gurgle you up! The lining of his stomach glows with ethereal fire, heating up to drain your essence. His stomach churns hot and heavy, reducing your wispy soul to thick, nourishing molasses. A voiceless moan escapes your ethereal lips as you’re digested. His soul is so close to you now. Buried within him, you can feel it reaching out, preparing to pull you in… //Grrrrgggggrrgglllrrgggg~~~// … And in only a few moments, you’re completely digested! Left defenseless, your soul expires in a flash, draining down into the lich’s intestines to be incorporated into his being. The glowing in his belly fades, replaced by the satisfied purring of a spoiled cat. Swishing his tail, he leans back to belch out what little he couldn’t process. ''“//UrURrRurRRrrRP!!!// All gone~”'' Siphoned of your soul, your body’s eyes glaze over into glassy, thoughtless orbs. Falling limp in the lich’s arms, the color drains out of your features. Sighing happily, the panther gently sets your corpse down on the floor. Patting his soul-filled belly, he ponders what to do with your remains. Not even his magic can restore you now! In just a few minutes, your essence will be nothing but nourishment for his enchanted body. Bringing his paws to his lips, he slurps off what remains of your sexual juices, before summoning his skeletal attendants to dispose of you. ''“Ahh… Delightful! I feel wonderfully refreshed… perhaps it’s time to summon a new legion? Mmm… More soldiers to bring me more snacks~”'' There will be no afterlife for you. No fields of punishment, no Valhalla… just an end. The lich’s body burns through your soul in just a few days, snuffing you out forever. Your body is repurposed into a macabre decoration. Calcified into crystal, you are placed as a warning marker in the rotting woods. Unfortunately, your somber fate fails to deter your fellow adventurers. In time, their corpse statues populate the rotting forest along with you, creating a death-touched garden of stolen essence~ (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Digested!]] Amorously soul-sucked by the devious lich, you're erased from the world and used to bring about his darkest ambitions~]<hr> (set: $s19 to 1)

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"009Sanctum.png"))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>He… He’s… He’s //right.// You don’t have any hope of succeeding here. The lich’s presence alone is enough to outmatch you. Your heart sinks into your stomach, the color draining from your face. A disheartening //CLANG// rings through the sanctum as your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] slips from your fingers, clattering uselessly to the floor. ''“Nnnmm~ Good boy. Now, come here.”'' The panther’s eyes flare green as he senses your submission. Etching a seal into your soul with a snap of his fingers, he withdraws a jeweled collar from beneath his robes! Twirling it in his fingers, he beckons you forward with a curl of his clawed finger. You know you shouldn’t. Obeying him would be a betrayal of everything you love, everything you cherish. But the call of the darkness is simply too strong. You hang your head as you trudge across the room, leaving your weapons behind. The lich emits a catlike snicker as you kneel before him. The panther’s eyes are burning with heinous delight. Petting your head and ruffling your hair, he slips that collar around your neck, and fastens it tightly with a sharp //CLICK!// ''“Ahhh… Always a good day when I get to collar a new slave! And a clever one at that. I can’t remember the last time the doors to my chamber were opened from the outside. Mmmnn… I sense potential in you. Potential that must be explored.”'' The dark one murmurs happily as you adjust your breath. The band he’s fastened around your throat is inlaid with thick, swirling gemstones. A particularly large jewel sternly presses against your larynx. There’s a hook for a leash on the back, which is swiftly bound by an elastic cord. Collared, leashed, and humiliated… and the worst is yet to come. ''“Why don’t you walk yourself over to that ritual circle over there, slave? Yes… the big one! I have an experiment I’d like to try. I believe you’ll find it quite… enlightening~” ''Towing him over to the center of the room, you feel the shameful tug of the leash against your neck. The moment you’re at the nexus of his power, your legs simply stop moving! You yelp as an unseen force bends you over, chaining you to the ground with your ass up in the air. Purring with satisfaction, the lich helps his claws to your exposed asscheeks. The feline’s elegant touch stirs something intimate within you. Peeling off your pants, the lich snarls happily as he takes in your juicy rear. Pert, flush, and tense from your adventures, it’s practically begging to be broken in! Uncoupling his lavish robe, he kisses the air with his glowing, enchanted manhood. Mottled dark purple and brimming with magic, his magical cock is already throbbing with excitement! You grimace as it slithers between your asscheeks, pressing down to enjoy your curves. ''“How lovely… now, now. How can I fuck you if you’re all clenched up? You surrendered, remember? If it helps, I only wish to share some of my power with you. To make you a more… efficient slave.”'' The word “//slave//” stings you like the lash of a whip. But you’re in no position to resist him. Sighing miserably, you unclench your anus for the villain to use. The cat-man slurps his lips, instantly aligning himself with your hole. Lubricated by some unseen force, he slides his inches into your rear with a pleasant sigh, filling you with the girth of his magical member~ //Shhhhlrlrrrrrrrkk!! ''“Graaaahh~”''// You grip the floor as his enchanted inches burrow into your colon, pulsing dark magic into you directly. It’s a sizeable insertion, but you’re oddly numbed by the flow of energy that his cock emits. As he thrusts into your backdoor, you can feel a dark and malicious power spreading through your body. Crawling up your back and filtering down to your fingers, warm pulses of energy stream through you as he mutters a spell. It’s oddly pleasurable. When his cocktip kisses your prostate, it does so with delightful unpredictability. The lich isn’t just a master of the dark arts, it seems he’s a rather experienced lover, too! And your warm, living ass is quite a wonderful substitute for his usual undead lovers~ ''“That’s it… feel my power seeping through you. Changing you, hollowing you, improving you…”'' The arcane circle glows with energy, stirred by your rising pleasure. The ritual is reacting to your emotions, encouraging you to feel this. As humiliated as you feel, you simply can’t deny how nice it feels to have so much power flowing through you. You feel like you could take on the world right now! Stamina, strength, prowess… all of it is flowing into you through him. Every slap of his nuts makes you feel even more enriched! Groaning happily, you start to wag your tail as the lich administers your royal buttfucking, much to his satisfaction. //Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!// Huh… it’s a little TOO much. Your expression quivers as you feel your body approaching its arcane limits. Stuffed to the brim with tainted mana, you can feel a change beginning to take hold deep within you. Grunting with unease, you look back at the lich with an uneasy expression. Purring happily and swatting your ass, the only response he gives you is a sneering laugh! ''“Mnnnnff… we’re not done yet, slave. We’re not NEARLY done~”'' Sinking his claws into your tender sides, the panther splays himself over your back while he drives his hips! Weighed down beneath his manly chest, you grit your teeth as his dark passion swells even fiercer. A lusty fog collects around the two of you as you’re conjoined. Every hair-raising slap of his feline hips sends another crackle of dark power shooting through you. Buzzing your love-button and overwhelming your senses, the regions his shaft reaches are burning with sensitivity. As those fleshy nubs of cat-cock dig through your anal tract, the pleasure swells to maddening intensity! //Mmmmmmmmnnnnnffffff!!!// The collar suddenly tightens around your neck! At first, you think he’s yanked the leash… but then you’re quickly reminded of his claws around your hips. The collar didn’t get tighter… your throat got bigger! Having been fully corrupted by the dark one’s influence, there’s nothing left of your body to store all that excess energy. As a result, your body begins to swell and contort, growing thicker and broader with every toe-curling plap! //Sppllaaapp! Plllaaappp! Pllaaaaappp!!! Plllaaaaaappp!! Spllaaap!!!// ''“Yes… Mnnfff! Yes! Take my power, //fuckpet//… Let it rot you away and grow something //sweeter//!”'' Wincing with pleasure, the panther’s amusement grows even more sweet as you start to change. Fighting to keep control of your body, he wrestles and swats your ever-swelling hips with stinging blows of his palms! Feeding you all that dark magic is ever-so-pleasureable. Serving as a conduit between the ley lines and your ravaged, broken body, the experience of the ritual is unlike anything he’s ever experienced! Your spasming guts make perfect pockets for his cock to drive through. Through it all, he continues to strike your love button with catlike precision, ensuring every stroke makes you gag with prostate-induced pleasure. //Shhhplllrrrrrtt!!! Shhhpllrrrrttt!!!// One of those strokes is finally enough to send you over the edge. Emitting an otherworldly snarl, you slam your head into the floor as you flood the ritual circle with jizz! Thick, goopy ropes of your pathetic pleasure coat the ground. As your cock continues to grow and swell, so does your cum production. Instead of receding into peaceful bliss, your orgasm drags out into a painful, mind-shattering tsunami of never-ceasing intensity! As the ritual reaches its highest intensity, you’re reduced to a slobbering, endlessly-cumming mound of swelling fur! ''“Mmmnffff~ So close… now for the final touch!”'' The act of defiling you makes the lich’s wicked heart pound with joy! Fuck-slamming you into the ground, the panther prepares to conclude the ritual. Mrowling with pleasure, his hips hilt against yours, and your asshole is subjected to his tainted orgasm~ //''“Mrrrrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhh~”'' Spppllrrrrrrrccchh!!!!// Shuttering his eyes with a lavish sigh, the panther’s balls churn violently as he dumps his load into your rear! Even though you’ve far outgrown his manhood, you can still feel his seed sloshing into your intestines. Proof that you’ve been conquered. If that were all, you might’ve retained your sanity. Unfortunately, that climactic moment of passion connects you to a pure, never-ending source of dark magic! The festering corruption is drawn to you like a lightning rod, flooding into you in endless, shattering waves! The last thing you hear before you black out is your own cock painting a messy load over the floor… … It doesn’t take long for you to come too. As the intensity of the ritual dies down and your heartbeat stills, your eyes open to a pair of unfamiliar hands. Covered in rich, dark fur, your fingertips have stretched into vicious, tainted claws. The ritual room seems smaller, although you remain too dizzy to stand. Instead of thoughts filling your mind, all that remains of your shattered psyche are primal, mindless urges… You’ve been transformed into a monstrous, room-filling fuckbeast. ''“Oh, MAGNIFICENT!”'' The lich exclaims. Pulling out of your bulked-up ass with a messy splort, he steps around your body to examine his handiwork. Caught in the throes of your beastly orgasm, you lie still as he prods your swollen muscles. Not an inch of you has been spared from his heinous influence. Much like lycanthropy, you’ve devolved into a huge, hairy mongrel slave-beast. Your mind is empty of complex thoughts, thinking only of the pleasure you feel from being under the panther’s watch. ''“Such exquisite results! I’ve never seen the corruption take root so easily. Heh… and not a thought behind those eyes! Perfection~”'' //Haaaaaaahh… Haaaaaaahh… Haaaaahhhh…// Leaning forward on your palms, you lower your snout and bow in reverence. Mighty gusts of beastly air flood from your lungs, tainted with the heady fog of dark energy. Like a nobleman stroking a cat, the lich runs his claws through your hair. Your monstrous tail swooshes through the air with excitement, ready to behave. Stupified from your frightening transformation, the panther easily imprints himself upon your fragile mind. You don’t want anything anymore. All you want to do is behave. ''“Easy… Easy… ahhh! Good boy! Ohh, You’ll make a wonderful servant. So many uses for a monster your size~”'' Purring graciously, the lich reaches under your chin to scratch you up. Striking a particularly sensitive spot, you flop onto the floor and roll over, tongue waggling out like a dog. Helping himself to your big, soft belly, the sorcerer takes note of your enhanced virility. Soon enough, he’s running his enchanted hands over your giant, floppy sheath, coaxing out your lust… ''“Mmm… Soon, the living shall serve the dead. I shall turn this world into a beautiful, perfect stillness. Where nothing ends, and nothing begins. Pleasure reigning forever…”'' You snarl in agreement. In truth, you didn’t understand a word he said. But it sounded like it meant more attention from your beloved master! You only came a few minutes ago, and your beastly nuts are already aching again. //B-breed… Need master… give me… release… Please… I’ll be… good…// Jerking you off with elegant precision, the lich helps his hands to your enormous, throbbing member. But just before you can find release, the panther separates himself with a wicked laugh, leaving you painfully on edge! Heeling before his paws, you whine and bristle with protest. Before you can move to finish yourself off, he stops you with a stamp of his paw. ''“I OWN you now, slave. And that means I own your pleasure too. Serve me well, and I’ll give you what you want. Now go! Stalk the living, corrupt their hearts, take their lives… and then bring what remains to ME.”'' … Your nose is burning hot. Someone is close by. An intruder. You can smell their stench, hear their heartbeat, sense their apprehension. You crave it. You need it. Already, you’re throbbing with the primal, urgent need to fulfill your duties. Terrified, the adventurer cries out into the darkness. ''“Who… Who’s there? Come no closer! I’ll… AAAUUGGHH!!!”'' You’re not listening. As soon as he turns his back, you launch yourself at his supple back, arms outstretched! With a flurry of claw-swipes and fang-gnashes, you’ve stripped him down into a terrified, shivering slut-in-waiting! His screams of terror are of no concern to you. They’ll stop soon enough. Angling your massive, oversized cock to his backdoor, you skewer him halfway down on the first thrust alone! Punching a meaty bulge into his guts, you drink his breath as you fuck it out of his lungs. Slobbering and howling, you ruin that poor soul until he’s nothing but a gaping, cum-soaked pile of defeat and desperation. Empty-eyed and utterly mindbroken, you sling him over your shoulder and lick your lips. You can’t wait to drag him back to your master. He’ll surely reward you for a job well done! You’re already slobbering at the thought of your leash pulling, his cock burling through your backdoor. Who knows… maybe he’ll turn this poor fellow into another creature like you! Another lustful monstrosity to stalk the halls~ (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Corrupted into a mindless, soulless beast by the dark one's heinous spells, you spend every waking moment craving his enchanted cock~]<hr> (set: $s18 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Antechamber''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) Beyond a grand archway, the end of the great hall opens to a smaller room. At one time, this place was a simple repository for sacrifices: gifts for the dead, to ensure their peaceful transition into the afterlife. Now, it serves as a prelude to the sinister quarters of the crypt's new master. Freshly-hewn into the stone, a nightmarish doorway stretches to the ceiling, fit for the chambers of a king. You can sense (text-style: "rumble")[''him''] beyond this door. Evil coalesces beyond this barrier, slithering out of every crack in the weathered stone. The dread turns your blood to ice. Corruption radiates through the room like a harrowing fog, clinging to your skin. Countless life-perverting spells have rendered this place forsaken. You've never been so uncertain of yourself. The being that awaits you ahead could spell your doom with a snap of his fingers. Unmade in an instant, as if you never were. (if: $Pillar1 is 0)[(if: $Pillar2 is 0)[And yet, the door remains fortified. Grabbing the handles and heaving with all your might, you're unable to make it budge by even an inch! Drat... of course it couldn't be that easy! A powerful enchantment protects the inner sanctum, preventing you from advancing. While impenetrable by conventional means, you're certain that there's someway to undo it from the outside.]] (if: $Pillar1 is 1)[(if: $Pillar2 is 1)[And now the doors are open wide. A foul fog spills from the keep, proliferating through the air with malign intent! Unsealed by your hand, the ghostly light of the pillars illuminates beyond the barrier, uncovering the vile sanctum beyond. There's nothing left for you to do but journey within. Strike at the heart of this menace, and hope you escape in one piece!]] [[Go Back->Great Hall]] (if: $Pillar1 is 1)[(if: $Pillar2 is 1)[ [[Venture Beyond->The Lich]] ]] <hr> a

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''West Wing''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))(set: $Seed to (random: 1,6)) Actively crumbling overhead, the entrance to the west wing yawns like the jaws of a beast. The light from your torch seems dimmer against those murky shadows. Only beings that thrive in the darkness lie beyond this threshold. Should you hope to complete your quest, you'll need to walk among them and emerge unscathed. Curiously, a fresh set of clawed bootprints track into the darkness... (if: $Seed is 1)[[[Venture within->Hungry Kobold (2)]]](if: $Seed is 2)[[[Venture within->Imperious Tiger (5)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Venture within->Amorous Ghoul (4)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Venture within->Hungry Snake (1)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Venture within->Demon Summoning (3)]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Venture within->Hellhound Pursuer (6)]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Ghostfire Pillar''(set: $Pillar1 to 1)(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) This looks promising! Standing alone in the very rear of the tunnels, an obsidian dias rises from the earth. Dripping with darkness and scarred with ritual runes, you're certain this instrument is vital to the dark one's protection. Careful to evade any traps, you approach the pillar. Unseen energies pull you closer... //''FWOOSH!''// Enough of this! Striking the side with your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers], a brilliant light fills the room! Ghosts and spirits wail in unison as a wisp of fire coalesces atop the pillar. In a flash, it darts down the hallways, creating a ghostly trail back to the central hall. In the distance, you hear a massive fire roaring to life. The tunnels shudder as an subterranean locking mechanism shifts out of place... [[Return to the Great Hall->Great Hall]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Ghostfire Pillar''(set: $Pillar2 to 1)(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) Success! You'd better claim your prize before Rholyx returns. The soot-black pillar he was inspecting is clearly of interest. Scarred with religious symbols and humming with energy, it's definitly out of place in this humble crypt. You're probably better off busting the whole thing... if archeologists want it, they can piece it together once the dark one is dead! Readying a mighty blow, you aim for a glowing crack in one of the pillar's glyphs... //''FWOOSH!!!''// That did the trick! As your mighty blow gouges out a chunk of that heinous material, the pillar wails in agony! Ghostly fire spews from the tip, billowing upwards into a fireball of spectral essence! It produces no heat: Just cold, ghostly paleness that stirs the shadows. Freed from the confines of that necrotic device, it rushes down the darkened hallways, floating back towards the great hall! Conveniently, a trickling trail of embers leads you along the path to its destination, ensuring your safe return. Perfect! [[Return to the Great Hall->Great Hall]] <hr>

<hr>''Murky Woods''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(set: $Seed to (random: 1,6))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))(if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="006MurkyForest.png" alt="" width="525" height="522">]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="006MurkyForest.png" alt="" width="175" height="174">]] The tranquility of the wilderness is not present in this stretch of mutilated forest. Rot and pestilence hold dominion now. The wind howls through the brush like a death-choked wheeze, shivering what little leaves remain on the canopy. The (text-style: "fidget")[dark one's] influence has snuffed out all that lives in this grove... or has it? Upon closer inspection, you notice that many of the trees are sapped with bulbous fungal growths. Even though they remain sunken and colorless, their roots continue to rake and gouge the soil. Growing and twisting into malignant spirals of rotten limbs, they have embraced a new natural. This place may be irredeemably corrupted... but the forest itself yet lives in death. There are eyes on you now. Crunching through the brush, you can feel dark agents attuning to your presence. You must be hasty! The sun is setting, and without the twilight, you may never reach the crypt. Keeping your eyes on the shadows, you plod through the grasping brush. An ambush could come from anywhere... (if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Fuck Zombie]]](if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Fuck Zombie]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Fuck Zombie]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Sentry Wolf]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Sentry Wolf]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Sentry Wolf]]] <hr>

<hr>''Rotting Hillside''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page,(bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))(if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="003CryptDoors.png" alt="" width="525" height="522">]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="003CryptDoors.png" alt="" width="175" height="174">]] The trees part as you near the base of the jagged hill. Long ago, when this stretch of wood was still decent, this hill was once used to bury the venerable dead. This path would’ve likely been lined with flowers and offerings, dropped by somber relatives. Alas, invaders from the north drove away those who buried their deceased. And as time wound by, the place fell into disrepair. Squatters and vagrants looted and desecrated the once-noble crypt. While such debauchery was to be expected, a more heinous power soon set it’s sight upon the refuge. Evil crept through the unguarded doors, rooting itself deep into the earth… This place is no longer a tomb. It is a dark and terrible fortress of maligned sorcery. The sight of the great stone door fills you with uncertainty. Before, your task had seemed so simple. But the barren, etchless surface of that massive barrier unveils just how difficult this will be. You’re not just trodding through some backyard plot of filth and stone, you’re staging a one-man invasion of a fortified enemy keep! A terrible blackness seeps through the crack in the door, twisting and cavorting unnaturally. Whatever awaits you within has long shunned the light. You’ll be entirely out of your element. You’ll need to muster all the courage you have if you hope meet the challenge! But first, you must breach the fortifications. And that means finding a way through that massive door! (if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Cursed Statue]]](if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Cursed Statue]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Serpent Guard]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Serpent Guard]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Hitched Stallion]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Hitched Stallion]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Dark Passage''(if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="002CryptHall.png" alt="" width="525" height="522">]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="002CryptHall.png" alt="" width="175" height="174">]]Holding your breath, you step beyond the threshold of the living world, emerging into the dark, murky tunnels of the crypt. The atmosphere instantly changes, bristling with unearthly tension. A great stillness hangs in the air, interrupted only by the distant skittering of lurking pests. Old, weathered tombs line the walls, piled atop crude stone shelves. You've never seen a place more drained of life. Befouled by vile sorcery, the shadows swirl in the corners of your vision. It has been quite some time since this place was last tended to. Weathered and rubble-strewn, it seems as though the stone itself is decaying. Showers of dust rain down from cracks in the ceiling as you disturb the ground. The structure shudders with age, threatening to cave in at its weakest points. Left unguarded, vandals and looters have torn through this place, absconding with anything of value. There's no restoring this crypt. For the sake of all who remain buried here, wrest it from the hands of evil and put it to rest. Sitting in a sconce beside to the entrance, a lonely [torch]<S1| awaits your capable hands. []<c5| (click: ?S1)[(replace:?c5)[Though old and abandoned, the cloth at the tip is still damp with combustable grease! Striking a match and setting it to the tip, a pleasant //Fwoosh!// fills the tunnel with flickering light. A faithful companion, to be sure. [[Proceed->Great Hall]]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Profaned Hall''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))(if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="005GreatHall.png" alt="" width="525" height="522">]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="005GreatHall.png" alt="" width="175" height="174">]] After descending a flight of stairs, the tunnels open up to a spacious, high-roofed hall! Old beyond reckoning and undoubtedly grand, it's a welcome reprieve from the claustrophobic tunnels of the crypt. Given the elaborate construction of the room, you'd rightly guess that this was among the only formally-designed chambers of the crypt. Shards of pottery and smudges of food and drink hint at it's once-grand purpose. To either side of the chamber, entrances to the crypt's regional wings lie in wait. Two sinister braziers stand in the corners of the room, watching you silently like stone guardians. Elaborately carved from slabs of black marble, they look wholly out of place from the otherwise primitive decor of the crypt! The stonework above them is stained with smoke. You're not sure why, but they seem of great importance... The eastern brazier is (if: $Pillar1 is 0)[barren, with only a few meager cinders staining the bottom of the bowl.](if: $Pillar1 is 1)[blazing bright with shadowless ghostflame, filling the room with a hellish hue!] The western brazier is (if: $Pillar2 is 0)[lightless and despondent, charred with the splendor of its former glory.](if: $Pillar2 is 1)[alight with spectral brilliance, bearing a pillar of towering purple flames!] (if: $Pillar1 is 0)[ [[East Wing]]](if: $Pillar1 is 1)[The entrance to the east wing has crumbled to dust.] (if: $Pillar2 is 0)[ [[West Wing]]](if: $Pillar2 is 1)[A cave-in has collapsed your access to the west wing. No use in returning.] [[Antechamber]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))Maybe you can appeal to his sensibilities? There’s no reason why the two of you can’t work together, after all. Conquering the rest of this quest is no trivial matter. Both of you could use somebody watching your backs! Smiling politely, you propose a strategic truce, extending a hand in friendship. ''“Pfft. What?”'' Rholyx grunts, folding his beefy arms. The dragon cocks his head, looming over you with a shifty-eyed glare. He seems almost insulted! With an irritable snort, he waves you off. ''“Sorry, rookie. We’re not equals. I’m not about to share spoils with some random pipsqueak. You’d only get in the way.”'' Oh, come on! You didn’t come all this way just to play second fiddle! Before he can shoo you away, you speak up with a new arrangement. Maybe you can help in a different way! You’re certain he needs somebody to carry out all that treasure or haul around his weapons. If it means fulfilling your promise and sharing even a smidge of glory, you’re willing to give it a try! Rholyx’s expression softens as he begins to reconsider. Now you’re getting somewhere! ''“Hmm… you wish to suit a different need? First off: You’re not touching my sword. I doubt you could even lift it, anyway. Rookies like you are good for two things: bait and pleasure. Heh… sometimes both~”'' Gulp… Uh, okay. You can work with that. Reluctantly, you express interest in the “bait” part of the arrangement. Sensing your desperation, he leans down with a lusty grin on his face. ''“HAHAH! You’re pretty shameless, aren’t you? Being “bait” doesn’t mean that I’m gonna come and rescue you. It just means I can leave you behind without feeling bad! I can’t tell you how much fodder I’ve gone through on quests like this. Mmm… Never gets old watching some poor, curvy sap you hired for two pence getting dragged away by some big, horny beast~”'' Judging from the wicked gleam in his eye, he’s almost certainly recalling// recent events//… ''“You’re really starting to test my patience. You’ve got two options, rookie: Drop to your knees and flutter those eyes like a brothel whore, or scamper off before I decide you’re an enemy agent. My sword arm isn’t the only thing that’s achin’~”'' The dragon can tell you’re considering it. You must’ve caught him in a pretty good mood because he’s actually starting to lay on the charm for you. His thick, mighty tail is starting to swish around, drifting behind him like a banner. Taking deep, sensual breaths, he’s deliberately soaking you with his hot, meaty breath… I-It’s for the quest, right? There’s no other way… Maybe it’ll be nice and quick? Who knows… maybe his carnal side is a bit less domineering? //“P-pleasure~”// ''“Snort. HAH! Atta boy. Out of those clothes. Let’s see the goods~” ''Blushing nervously, you hastily fiddle with the straps of your armor. Clumsy and flustered, you do your best to give him a quality striptease! The dragon looks rather unimpressed by your chest and shoulders, sternly nodding towards your rear. Guess he knows what he wants, huh? As you turn around and undo your belt buckle, you hear him do the same. Rholyx’s belt comes undone, and you can’t help but whimper when you hear that massive codpiece fall to the ground. Wetting his lips, the dragon-man watches as you register the presence of his manhood~ Holy //fuck.// If you’d never felt a craving for cock in your life before, that ends now. Hanging beneath the dragon’s armored legs are fifteen flaccid inches of beastly, reptilian man-meat. Ruby-red and exotically textured, his dragonic cocktip is finely textured with nubs of pleasure-giving flesh. Ten pounds and not even erect, his monstrous member hangs down to his knees. Rholyx’s red-scaled underbelly bulges at the base of his member, forming a girthy, hairless sheath. Smooth, hairless, and steaming with fresh musk, the leather of his crotch is smoother than his polished armor. A fat pair of breeder’s balls rests just behind it, throbbing full of fresh dragon-cum. Your mouth goes completely dry. Fuck… maybe you should’ve taken your chances with his sword! This thing could tear you apart just as easily! ''“Heh… I know that look. You wouldn’t believe how tight I have to buckle to fit into my leggings! Go on then… show me how badly you wanna share the spotlight~”'' Striding forward, Rholyx slaps his dragon-dick down on your shoulder. Hefty and firm, it feels like you’ve just slung a pack full of fresh meat over your back! Sweat-soaked from a whole day of stressful adventuring, his greasy cock is braised with manly-smelling juices. Just one hit of that musk, and you’re already feeling lightheaded! Those scaly balls stink like a hog on a spit, pumping the air full of appetizing, salty fumes~ Stunned into silence by his cannon-sized cock, you just sit there completely dumbstruck. That won’t do. Growing impatient, Rholyx grips your head with his clawed fingers, force-nuzzling you into his dripping, veiny inches. Guided to the glossy surface of his meat, you reflexively stick out your tongue to get a mouthful of those musky juices. Gods… it tastes so fucking //rich//! Rholyx’s pent-up cock grease burns like a strong drink, but you’re so drunk on it that you obediently gulp it down without question. Your hands find their way to the sides of his meat, stroking of their own accord. Slurping that dragon-dick like a brothel whore, your slutty antics quickly bring a smile to his face. ''“Mmm… warming up to me yet? Heh… everybody does eventually. I can’t tell you how many straight boys I’ve seen tuck tail and offer themselves when my belt came off. Something about dragon-dick really makes em’ all jittery~”'' Sitting beneath Rholyx’s armor-scaled thighs, you feel oddly protected as he snorts above you. This might just be the safest place in the world… so you’d better show your gratitude. Fortunately, your delicate hands are a perfect fit for his leg-sized lizard dick. Pumping and stroking away, you can feel the blood rushing into his member to fatten it up. The red-hot inches of his soft dragon-schlong rise off your body as they grow erect, shaping themselves into massive, curved breeding-mast. Goodness… it was already huge before, but now it’s nearly doubled in size! Once you’re done cleaning his cock, he reaches down and plucks you up into his arms! At some point, he’d managed to undo his breastplate without you noticing. Wrangled into his broad, soft-muscled chest, you shudder with anticipation as he digs his hands into your thighs. Rholyx’s greedy eyes glare down as he lines you up with his throbbing, bristled cocktip. C-can you even fit that much dick? ''“//Grunt~// Hey… ready to slay a dragon, hun? //Mrrrrr~// of course you are~”'' //SHHHLLLKRRRRRRRRKKK!!!// If the tip of the paladin’s cock were just a little bit wider, you would’ve been torn in two. Luckily, the angular head of Rholyx’s dragon-dick is JUST slender enough to find purchase in your asshole! Your world turns upside-down as he forces the first seven inches of his manhood into your shivering, unprepared guts! Driving you down in a ruthless carry-fuck, he mercilessly drives you down onto that fat spire of dickmeat. A high-pitched howl of labored lust tears out of your lungs as you take him, pain mingling with a mind-melting storm of pleasure! Already hard from huffing his musk, your cock is already drooling cum by the time those fat cock-bristles scrub over your prostate. //“GAhahahah! Mmnngaaaaaahhhh!!!”// ''“Mmmm… you know, you’ve got a good singing voice. You might’ve made a good bard if you weren’t such a hopeless slut~”'' The dragon chuckles, driving you further into his leathery lap. Grasping and clawing at the air, your arms flail and grab at his muscular sides while you’re hilted. It’s a slow, painful process… but eventually, those spit-lubed inches finally come to rest against his chiseled hips! Slotted firmly into your asshole, there’s a massive, dick-shaped bulge in your guts where his cock rests in you. Jaw-stretched and dumbfounded, you’re almost unwilling to accept that you’ve just taken his cock. //Shhhlllllrrrrrrkkk! PLAP! Shhhhlllrrrrrkk! PLAP! Shhhrllrllrrrrrrrkkkk! PLAP!// And you’re just getting started. Your breath leaves you as Rholyx heaves you off his inches, leaving a gaped, empty hole deep inside you where he’s pulled out. Clenching and grinding around those cock-spines, the rich texture of his meat is imprinted into your intestines. Just before the crown of his cock can fully emerge from your ashole, he drops you back down, skewering you all the way through! A rich, sensual ache emerges in your guts as they’re molded to his draconic manhood. Ridiculously outsized, you’re barely qualified to be a lover in his massive arms. You’re more like a living toy for him to pleasure himself with… ''“Hufff~ I love it when they cum hands-free! Heheh… I wonder how many more times you’ll blow before I empty my balls in you.” ''You’re a pleasantly soft fuck for the big, beefy dragon. Toned and tight, your spasmic clenches stimulate his dick quite nicely! Leaning down to lick your face, he ups the pace of his thrusting to wring out the rest of your tightness. Carry-fucked down again and again, your cock paints the stony walls with ropes of feeble jizz. You can’t help it… it’s just too much to bear. With your mind smothered by dragon musk, even the most intense stimulation melts into pleasure in your ruined mind~ Time begins to stretch. Your vision fades in and out of blackness. All you can feel are the strokes of his cock sliding in and out of your ruined, well-gaped rear. The faster he fucks you, the more Rholyx growls with pleasure. You’re pretty sure you pass out a few times, only to be resuscitated by the slap of his balls against your sweaty thighs~ //SHhHLLlPPRRrRrRRKkK!!!// //''“GrrrraaaaAAAAAAHHH!!!”''// A jet of flame scorches the air as Rholyx finishes inside of you, slamming you down with an ass-ruining thrust! His balls tighten up, unleashing a burning flood of virile dragon-jizz straight into your stomach! You shudder and wheeze as those thunderous cock-pumps stuff you full. Your stomach swells outwards, bulging three months pregnant with dragon cream. Breathing hard, the paladin doesn’t pull you off even an inch before he’s done emptying his nuts in you. After transferring all that pent-up pressure into your overpacked intestines, his orgasm finally tapers off with a smooth sigh. ''“Haaaaahh… Haaaahhhh… You’re more resilient than a took you for, adventurer. Mmm… tight, too. Was that your first time? If it was, you should feel honored. Not many can say they’ve lost their anal virginity to a dragon~”'' Rholyx doesn’t even bother to clean you up. Once he’s done warming his cock in your cum-swamped guts, he just pulls out in one swift yank! Your teeth grind together as his manhood strips itself from your backdoor, leaving you ruinously gaped. Fat globs of dragonseed bubble out of your backdoor as he refits his armor, tucking that cock back under his fat codpiece. With his balls drained and his mind cleared, he uncaringly steps away from you to unlock the way forward. ''“Heh… I’ll come fetch you when I’m done, slut. No use in lugging you around the rest of the way. Why don’t you rest up and try to tighten those guts up again? You’re gonna need it for our next session~”'' He chuckles as he stomps off, leaving you face-down on the floor in a ruined, sore tangle of limbs. You’re far too worn out to try and follow him… so you just lay there in the darkness, waiting for your new master to return. Rholyx is gone for hours as he clears the rest of the crypt. You half-expect something to come along and take advantage of you in the meantime… but nothing ever does. The ripe, muggy stench of dragon-sex is a strong enough deterrent to ward away the lesser monsters. Even if something did try to have some fun with your ass, you’re too gaped to provide any friction… When the dragon victoriously returns, he plucks you off the ground and hauls you off to his steed. Slung over the horse’s back with the rest of his treasure, he parades you through the town ass-naked as his new prized squire! You’re fitted with a slutty collar and led around on a leash behind the paladin, stuffed with toys and dressed up like a ditzy barmaid. Whenever he’s in the mood, he bends you over and empties his balls into your cum-addicted tummy. Brainwashed by that foggy musk, all you can ever think about is sex, and how much you love it when your master whores you out… When he gets bored of you, you’re sold on a whim to a brothel in the heart of the kingdom’s center for a hefty bag of coins! Broken down into an unbearably slutty mess, you spend the rest of your adventuring career swallowing loads and riding cocks. When Rholyx is back in town to turn in another quest, he’ll occasionally stop by to relieve the aching in his balls. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Fucked senseless by the seasoned adventurer, you're quickly converted into one of his drooling personal whores.]<hr> (set: $s23 to 1)

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))No... you're not going down without a fight! Clutching your trusty (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers], you adopt a firm (if jittery) fighting stance! Snorting with amusement, the enormous dragon-man doesn't even react. Crossing his arms and tittering, Rholyx taps his claws on the stone while you ready yourself for battle. ''"Hmmph... Very well! If you insist. Go ahead, little one. I'll even give you a free swing!"'' Trembling and uncertain, you rile your fighting spirit into a vicious, sweeping blow! You put as much force as you can into the strike, hoping to topple this warrior in one fell swoop! Unfortunately, years of experience have more than prepared him to deflect your desperate offensive. A fanged smile curls onto his face as he backhands his thick gauntlet into your oncoming strike! Metal strikes metal in a fiery shower of sparks, impulsively forcing you to close your eyes... D-did you get him? ''"Aww... Too slow."'' Taunting you with a sinister laugh, you open your eyes to a broken weapon. You're clutching the splinters of a shattered handle, your puny armament shattered into a thousand shards on the floor. All that effort, and you've barely made a scratch in Rholyx’s gauntlet. ''"''''Hmm... your strength is passable, I suppose. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you'd gained a level or two down here! Mmm... and you've brought yourself straight to me. I retract my previous taunt, puny adventurer. Your presence here is no longer pointless."'' //grRrrggGggggllrrrggggrRrrggggrrll~// Slathering his lips in gooey slobber, the deep-voiced drake gives you a suggestive wink. ''"Mmm... you'll make an excellent mid-dungeon meal~"'' A clawed gauntlet clamps around your throat, hoisting you off your feet! Wriggling listlessly in his mighty grip, you watch in terror as the dragon-knight reels you closer for a proper inspection. His infernal breath pours over your face as he lathers his lips, introducing you to the muggy scent of his inner flesh. Drawn up close to that beefy snout, the dragon's covetous gaze fills you with a looming sense of dread. Saliva-soaked and piping-hot, his reptilian tongue slithers out from his lips to taste your face. //SllrrRRrrrPppPPP~// A dominant tongue-swipe leaves you drenched in drool. Pulled into his breastplate for a proper slobbering, you're turned into an impromptu popsicle for this haughty drake! Rholyx’s oversized tongue runs everywhere, soaking every inch of your face with his gluttonous advances. Under your chin, behind your ears, even through your hair! Not an inch of you escapes unscathed. Stoking his appetite with your fresh flavor, the dragon grunts affectionately as you fall limp beneath his oral onslaught. ''"Mmmrrr... Odd... You taste like a princess! Desperate, wriggly, a tad spoiled... And is that royal blood I taste? It's not much... but it certainly lights a fire in my belly~"'' You're not sure how he knows what princesses taste like. Has he really devoured enough of them to know the difference? You shudder as you imagine a fair maiden disappearing behind his pearly teeth, wailing in his gullet as he chews up their fancy dress. The dragon's breath grows huffier the more he slurps you, advancing from a blush-turning steam to a face-fogging miasma. The black drake is certainly taking his time to savor you. You're either exceptionally tasty, or he's just drawing it out to rub in how badly you're outmatched. Eventually, his jaws draw open, unveiling the glowing, steamy depths of his greedy gullet. Glowing with golden light, the sight of his fiery internals erase any hope that he might be willing to spare you... ''"//Mwaaaaaaaaaaahhhnnn~ // Why don't you keep up the charade, little hero? Moan like a maiden while I devour you. Let's see if I can tell the difference~"'' //CHOMMP!!!// Heaving you into his enormous, reptilian maw, you splatter down against the thick of his tongue as his lips seal around your neck! Ridiculously outsized, your skull fits snugly in his dragon-maw, removing the need for him to strain. Pursing his lips, the dragon suckles you like a hard candy. As all that saliva-slick mouth-meat slides around you, his thick, manly grunting merges with the mushy sounds of wet flesh. Your ears repressurize every time he swallows, guzzling down your flavor and shifting you closer to that glowing gullet! Uselessly battering his breastplate, you're unable to stop him from shoveling you into his scaly throat... //Guuullllpppp~ Guuuuuuullllp~// Unlike most predators, the paladin hardly has to swallow to fit you down his throat. Having perfected his technique on much larger foes, devouring you is as simple as flicking his head and lifting you with one arm! Unbuckling his plate armor to keep it from snapping, the dragon-dilf unveils his smooth, prey-padded belly. Already rumbling from a long day of adventuring, it's practically snarling with the urgent need to churn some fresh meat! As the crushing peristalsis of his mighty gullet forces you deeper, you can hear it gurgling nice and full of fresh acids... ''"Heh... Perhaps I should only swallow you halfway? Let your top half boil away while the other struggles between my teeth... Oh, but I'd miss out on feeling nice and stuffed~" ''Pinning your waist between his jaws, your torso is now merely a bulge in his crop! Armor and all, you've been snarfed down up to your juicy, appetizing thighs. In keeping with the "maiden" theme, the dragon helps himself to your inner legs before finishing you off. Peeling off your britches like the skin of a fruit, he greedily samples the softness of your meaty drumsticks. You squirm like crazy as he chomps on your tender bits, thrashing around in the crushing embrace of his gullet. Rholyx’s scales barely bulge, keeping you tightly locked together for the entire trip into his guts! You never stood a chance... even his soft, mushy guts easily overpower you! //Guuuuuulllllppp!'' "Snort~"''// Rholyx sighs contently as his stomach bulges out, softly drooping over the buckles of his belt. After wearing that stuffy breastplate all day, it feels rather nice to just let it all hang loose for a little while! Trapped under thick layers of scaly fat and muscle, your compacted form wriggles about helplessly. Viciously smooshing and sloshing around you, the paladin's paunch has little difficulty crushing you into submission. Kneading a scaly palm into his filled-up belly, the dragon leans up against a wall to relax while you break down. ''"Aaaaahhh... Close enough to be a princess, I suppose. Heh... maybe I ought to snatch one up when I'm back in town. Just to be sure~"'' //Grrrgggrrrgggrrrggrrglllrr~// Blazing within him like a furnace, the dragon's internal flame heats his guts to a stifling heat! It's like sitting in the world's most intense sauna. Pumping heat into you, you quickly succumb to dizzyness and quite struggling. Cradled by those mushy tummy-walls and boiled in his acids, the dragon's digestive system is definitely rated for more challenging meals. Having devoured monsters and warriors twice your size, you'll barely be a challenge for him to melt into slop! It's only been a minute and you can already feel it starting to destroy you... ''"//BOoOAAAaARRrRRPpP!!!// Heh! That oughtta keep the other monsters at bay. Wouldn't wanna end up like you, would they? Mmm... Who knows? Might draw in another snack. I've got room for more~"'' Your whole world trembles as he ejects most of your air in a fiery belch! A small plume of orange flame swirls from his lips. Somehow, being stuffed out with fresh, wriggly meat only makes him more hungry! Growling and slurping his lips, the paladin considers venturing into the darkness for seconds. //Grrrrggggggrrrgggllrrrggrrgglll... Grrrrggggrrgggrrglllrrgg~// The walls of Rholyx’s stomach aren't just churning up your body... they're sucking away your strength, too! He definitely wasn't kidding about draining all your experience! The dragon's enchanted belly is hard at work draining every level you gained on your adventure, adding what little you earned to his might. Grunting and mushing you around, he enjoys the feeling of his stats increasing bit by bit! Sure, it's not much... but hey, levels are levels! An empty feeling overwhelms you as you're sucked completely dry. All your exp, all your mana... just fuel for the fire. You're a lot slushier now. Half-juiced into gutslop, the dragon's belly rounds out to a pleasant bulkiness. He's sporting quite the dad bod now, with that massive, scaly gut pushing past his beefy pecs. Rubbing inwards with both hands, Rholyx helps himself to a deep-tissue massage! Swirling circles through his gutfat, he mercilessly kneads his tummy to help you along. Drowning in infernal heat and half-sloshed by powerful acids, every compression brings you closer and closer to total digestion. Your armor cracks and melts off, adding some deliciously crunchy sounds for him to savor. //Grrrgggrrgglrrggg~ Crrruuunnncchh!!!~ Grrggllrrggrrgggrr~// ''"Oh, don't worry... they'll sing plenty of songs about your sacrifice! Granted, they'll be mostly about me and my heroic deeds. But you'll end up in there, I'm sure! Along with all the other pounds I added to my gut while I wrap up this quest~"'' Your final struggles are barely felt. Whimpering beneath those room-filling stomach churns, your final blow of resistance makes only the smallest bulge in that fat dragon-dad's belly! Utterly defeated, you sink down into the acid slush, letting the paladin claim you. Rholyx’s furnace-guts sense your submission, crunching inwards to finish you off as swiftly as possible! Mashed into a bone-filled broth of EXP and failure, the dragon laughs heartily as his belly rounds out to a satisfying softness. //Grrrggrrrllggrrgllrgggg~// ''"Heh... well, that's that! Glad he came along when he did... The undead aren't very filling anyway. Hmm... maybe I ought to bring a party along next time I go on a quest! That way, I'll always have a fresh stock of squirmy squires to fill me up~"'' Although the dragon would prefer to lie back and enjoy being filled up, he's got a quest to finish! Forming a fist, he stimulates his belly with rough, glorpy mssages, draining you away into his intestines one churn at a time! Protien-packed and fattening, your pillaged nutrients are more than enough to sustain him for the rest of his adventure! Soon, all that's left in his guts are the undigestible remains of your armor and body, sitting in a lump in the bottom. ''"Ahem! //UUuuUUUrRUUuAUURRrrRPP!!!"//'' Yawning open wide, Rholyx unceremoniously horks up your acid-bleached bones into a big, spit-soaked pile! That bassy dragon-belch ripples through the hallways, informing the entire crypt as to what became of you. Half-melted and drained of essence, your skull flies out of his throat and lands on top. Scratching his gut and rebuckling his breastplate, he doesn't even notice when he accidentally crushes it underfoot, reducing your only identifiable features into a ruined wad of chewed-up armor and bonemeal. ''"Heh... That's that. Now, where were we?"'' Rejuvinated after a delicious meal, the paladin makes short work of the rest of the crypt. Most of the monsters don't even confront him, for fear of ending up like you! When he emerges into the dark one's chamber, his opponent instantly crumbles beneath his immense might. Pleading for mercy at his feet, the dragon devours him without a second thought! After a brief stint lounging on his throne and gurgling him away, he loots everything worth taking from the crypt's inner sanctum, before returning to town with a new tale to weave into his mighty tale. Unfortunately, the dark master's designs were a bit more robust than he'd anticipated! A hunger awakens in Rholyx’s belly as foul magic corrupts his mind, urging him to add as many innocent folk to his belly-hoard as possible. Striding into town with his armor shed, he plucks the first peasant to congratulate him off the ground and dunks him right into that gut! Onlookers gasp in horror as they're digested on the spot, scrambling away from their hero-turned-destroyer! The paladin sacks cities to devour their residents, swelling in size and strength with every soul he consumes. Soon enough, he's a castle-sized giant, laying waste to the countryside as the dark one's influence fuels his never-ending desire for fame and glory~ (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Digested!]] Consumed whole by your ravenous rival, your half-digested bones aren't even worth taking as a trophy.]<hr> (set: $s22 to 1)

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))You're cornered. You could try to run, but the mazelike corridors of this place are unfamiliar to you. He'd run you down eventually. Instead, you steel your nerves and draw your blade. Your towering opponent grips his axe enthusiastically, flashing a manic, toothy grin. His rat tail lashes through the room with excitement, trailing like a whip through the dirt. ''"Yes... Come, come. Bring the boil-blood and the heart-pump! I shall need it when I break you~"'' The tension is broken by the chieftain bearing down on you, charging forth with his blade raised! You narrowly avoid a crossbody blow as his axe splits the tiling. Twirling on your feet, you attempt to slash his throat with an upward strike, but catch his shoulder instead! Your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[dagger] barely scratches his heavy hide, drawing only a trickle of blood. Howling with battle-fury, the berserker catches your sword-arm with a crushing grip, twisting to dislodge your weapon! Such strength is beyond resisting, and you stumble back without your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers]. Cackling grimly, he leans over his shoulder to lick his new scar... ''"Tit-tit... Unlucky, over-walker. Your flesh has failed. It is mine now~"'' His arms surge forward, rushing down like pillars of jagged stone! You brace yourself for the cut of his axe... but instead, he grapples you up in a fierce, under-chest hold! You yelp helplessly as you're reeled into his bulky chest, crushed against those scar-softened pecs of his. You do your best to wrestle back, but his treetrunk arms are utterly inescapable. His years of brawling in the brood-pits supply him with all the knowledge he needs to force you into any position he pleases. (text-style: "rumble")[//STTRRRRIIPPP~//] The brute viciously strips off your clothing, ripping it off in chunks where he cannot wrest it free by force. His hairy fingers dig under your belt and rip off your pants, shucking you clean until you're just as nude as he is! You can feel his heart thumping beneath his bulky, sweaty chest. It seems your battle was not able to properly satiate his bloodlust, so he's roughing you up to split the difference. Rat-breath pours over you in huffy waves as his excitement builds. Your poor armor doesn't stand a chance! Nude, wriggling, and quickly tiring out, the chieftain crushes the life out of you with a full-force bear hug. ''"(text-style: "fidget")[Skeheheheh!] Mine, mine... My kin, too small for my use. Too easy to break. But you... durable. Made to carry brood. You will not break. You will be mine."'' Brood?! You don't like the sound of that! The rat chieftain leans in to smell you, locking his neck over your shoulder. Taking deep, indulgent huffs of your scent, he starts to grunt and lather his lips with slobber. ''"//Fresh...// so fresh... still stinks like surface. (text-style: "fidget")[Skeheh...] I'll change that~" '' And that's when you take your first breath of him. Raw, battle-boiled musk floods your nostrils as you accidentally huff a breath of his pec-cleft. Drawn deep from within his rich, downy fur, it utterly overwhelms you with its raw, primal essence. Pure, intense, and oh-so-manly, the chieftain's alpha-musk pours down your lungs. The pheromones that drip from his body are enough to put female rats (or weaker men) into heat on contact. Combined with the stink of his unwashed, oil-slick chest fluff and it nearly suffocates you. One of his thick hands holds you behind your head while he submerges you in his breasts, choking the resistance out of you. It's not just the scent of a superior man... it's the scent of an Alpha. ''"//Mrrrrr~// Wriggle-writhe, struggle-shake... You will learn better. I will remember this feeling... of the last time you resisted me. When I tell the tale of your taking, my pack will certainly beg for you to reenact it~"'' His tail slithers around your legs, whipping them out from beneath you. You gasp as you plummet from his pecks, landing roughly on the unforgiving ground. Knelt between the chieftain's legs, you suddenly found yourself pressed into his filthy, bulging loincloth! Glaring down with great satisfaction, he forced you to watch as he undid the bindings behind his back. The heat from his cock hit you before it even slapped down on your face. When that fat, sex-greased (text-style: "fidget")[HOG] of a dick slammed down on your head, you could hardly believe your eyes! The chieftain was gloriously well-hung, sporting a twenty-pound slab of throbbing, obsidian cockmeat! Depressing your cheek, your throat went completely dry. You couldn't even IMAGINE fitting something like this in your throat, much less your ass! The chieftain takes his time to let you soak it in. Your pathetic, lust-drunk expression is worth savoring. He's seen what the other chieftains make of their once-civilized pets... It's not pretty. Taking his massive meat in his hands, he starts to stroke it over you. It bulges and grows until it blots out your vision, swollen full of red-hot blood! You're entranced by his display, still half-struggling against him. To be ruined and fucked by such a lowly would be an utter disgrace... Just the thought of his vile, verminous shaft sliding in you makes you red with embarrassment! But at the same time, the rank, overwhelming aroma of his musk is fast at work re-educating you. Your submission isn't just expected... it's what you deserve. ''"(text-style: "smear")[Haaaah...] Come, come... Time for the breaking~"'' He collapses on you like a tumble of boulders, quickly splaying you out on the cold, musty ground. Right HERE??? Right on the floor? It might matter to you, but your comforts aren't considered. The chieftain wants you NOW. His arms pin you to the floor like irons, spreading your ass with utter ease. His tail loops around your leg, prying you apart to give him access. His cock slaps down on your back, bristling with a breeder's intent. Cupping you into a full nelson, he breathes into your ear as he aligns himself. The fat, pre-soaked shaft barging at your anal entrance starts to press inward, advancing relentlessly. ''"Take me... Take your master's brood... Prove you're worth more than just meat~"'' It's not gonna... Oh gods... It might actually! Gritting your teeth and loosening up as much as you can, your musk-broken mind tries to let him in. Messy splurts of precum lube you up as your backdoor is slowly stretched. It's an arduous, painstaking process... until it finally yields its reward. (text-style: "smear")[//SHHHHLLLRRRRRRKKKK!!!//] Eleven inches of the fattest Rat-cock in the kingdom punch into your guts, bulging out your stomach with the indent of his throbbing head! You scream like a virgin, filling the crypt with the sounds of your brutal deflowering! It's a tight, tight fit... but by some miracle, you escape unscathed. After the pain dies down, you're struck with the oddly tender sensation of the chieftain warming his cock in you. A low, purring sound emerges from his throat as he slowly shoves more into your rear, plunging downwards until you take the entire thing! His sweat-soaked manhood lubes you up as it travels deeper, too. It takes five minutes for him to fully hilt in you, but by that time, you're a slobbering, drunken mess of overstimulation. Holding you tight and fucking you down, his hips finally clap against yours~ ''"Your tightness is pleasing... Skeheh... but you'll never be this tight again. I will make you into a taker: I will make you mine."'' His voice gets even growlier as pleasure starts to course through him. Your cock can't help but throb against the cold stone as he grunts into you. Peeling his hips back, the chieftain drags his inches from your ruined hole, leaving a terrible emptiness deep inside you. In a moment of weakness, you actually plead for him to plunge back in... The light of your discarded torch starts to fade as he starts to breed you properly. Soon enough, your vision is swallowed up by the murky, ceaseless darkness. Prone-boned in the darkness by your new rat master, you're overcome with an odd sense of intimacy. His long, sloppy strokes are not the simple ruttings of a mindless beast... they're intentional. The chieftain utterly smashes your prostate with every plunge, feeling out where you're most sensitive by your weak, submissive jittering. Headlocked between his big, beefy arms, you feel every ripple of his muscles around your head as he drives you into the floor. Your waist has gone completely numb, beaten into submission by the plaps of his hefty hips. Rat-musk is all you can breathe now. Billowing over you like a heavy fog, the act of powerfucking you is making him sweat and pump out even more of those pheromone-smothered fumes~ ''"(text-style: "fidget")[Skeheh..]. You moan like a girl. You'll breed like one, too~"'' All this time, the rat chieftain rests his head over your shoulder, dominantly nuzzling into your cheek while he blows out your back. Awash in his thick, meaty breath, everything you can feel is just him. The rodentfolk's slimy, raw-smelling tongue slithers from his lips to taste your face. He just slurps the FUCK out of you, coating your blush-covered expression in a glaze of heady rat-juice. Your last shred of dignity is lost when it wriggles into your mouth. You try everything to spit it out: Nipping at it, closing your lips, prodding it with your own. But eventually, you just give in. The chieftain's vermin-tongue wrestles yours to the floor of your mouth while he tastes your inner cheeks~ //"Aahhgg... Unnnfff... Shhaaaaahhnnn~"// Did you... did you just cum? You could barely feel it beneath the slamming of the berserker's hips. But somewhere in there, you came. You came like a girl. As his cock bulged out your middle, you painted the floor with a fresh coat of jizz. Fuck... he didn't even touch you... ''"(text-style: "smear")[Haaaaahnn... Haaaaahhhnn...] Breed... you~" ''The chieftain doesn't even acknowledge it. He roars in your ear, quickening his fuck-pace as he prepares to fill you. His heavy balls slam against your own, draping over them completely. Unbeknownst to you, this is actually a new experience for the big brute. While he's fucked a fair share of his own kin in the midst of wild, degenerate rat-orgies... this is the first time his breeding instincts have ever seized him. The memory of your hot, tight bowels clenching around his cock is seared into his mind. Before, you were his filthy, servile prey. Now, you're his MATE. The floodgates open, and with a dominant press of his hips, his cock swells with the fruit of his instincts~ (text-style: "rumble")[//SHHHHPPPLLLRRRRRTTT!!!!//] ''"(text-style: "sway")[Ghhhaaaaahhhh!] //Mmmmmnnnn~//"'' Clenching hard, his throbbing, fluffy balls blast a hot, steamy load of rat-jizz right up your asshole! Plugged up by this rat-dilf's meaty dick, his virile load has nowhere to go but your guts. Pressed into the floor, you feel your belly swell with his burning-hot breeding batter, pumping inwards until you're visibly engorged with his seed! The taste of his cum briefly crosses your tongue... barely avoiding passing out, the first of many rat-breedings concludes with a messy retraction of his cock. Your ruined, torn-apart asshole leaks like a bucket with a hole as he dismounts you. Defiled in the dark, the chieftain looks fondly upon your ruined, twitching body as he strokes the last of his orgasm out over your back. ''"Mmmnnnn~ Just right. Over-walker is //PERFECT// for the pack. You will warm the den and sate the urge... Skeheh... Come, come. Your mate (text-style: "sway")[demands] it!"'' Groggy and half-conscious from your breeding, you barely feel him grab your ankles and hoist you into the air. With a satisfied grunt, he heaves you off into the darkness, never to be seen again... ... ... ... (text-style: "sway", "smear")[//Spplllrrrrrrrrrttt!!! Spplllrrrrtttt!! Sppllrrrrrrttt!!!//] Another of the pack's warriors finishes inside of you. Affixed to a leather mount in the depths of their warren, your tight, overused ass leaks with another messy load. There's nothing to breathe down here except musk... Years of unventilated rat-pheromones smother your mind and soul, brainwashing you into utter submission. The ratfolk share everything they gather... which includes you. Greasy, pre-slathered shafts thrust at you in the darkness, affixed to fluffy hips. Gangbanged by ten at a time, their snickering and grunting is nearly constant. The strongest of them claim your asshole, keeping you full and brimming with the warm, potent rat-seed. Groping and grinding, fucking and humping, every inch of you is used by the end of the day. It's not all bad, though. Somehow, the ratfolk keep you fed with quite high-quality food! Fresh vegetables, meats, and even the occasional glass of wine... Huh! Who knew scavenging could be so glamorous? A couple of the busty rat-matrons clean you up after every session, and you return the favor by learning to groom them in return. You're basically //one of them// at this point... But, of course, the chieftain uses you FAR more than any other member of his clan. You recognize his massive, veiny member every time it slides into your asshole. Those warm, familiar pecs grind against you as he vents his lust for battle into your poor, bruised-up behind! The others watch as he takes you, stroking themselves to the sight of him filling your belly with his jizz. And... true to his word... you bear his children in due time. Reshaped by years of endless mating, your guts are transformed into the perfect womb for his spawn.// Swollen //with new warriors for the warren, the chieftain stokes your tummy with his thick, muscular fingers as he settles down to sleep~ ''"Breeder... rest now... You must keep your strength. Your spawn... MY spawn... will claim your kin for the pack~"'' (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Dragged into a rat-warren by a surly alpha, you sire many talented scavengers as the pack floods your guts with tainted jizz~]<hr> (set: $s20 to 1)

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))You don't like the look of this, not one bit! Outsized nearly two to one by this giant rat-warrior, you're not equipped to take him on head to head! Bouncing on your heels, you prepare to cut your losses. Even though the tunnels are unfamiliar to you, anywhere seems safer than in front of this guy! ''"Oh? Go on! Run, run! Skeheh... skitter back to the surface!"'' The rat chuckles, brandishing his axe. It's now or never! Spinning around and bolting for the tunnels, you make for the way you came... //FWWIP!!!// ... and yelp as a primitive rope sweeps you off your feet! //''"Hee-hee! Got you! Got you!"''// You never saw it coming! Plowing into the floor, you shift your head to discover a smaller pair of ratfolk dancing in celebration! Before you can right yourself, they sweep in to bind your feet! Those damn rats... they'd been waiting in ambush! Cursing and protesting, you're unable to stop them from producing their prey-skinning knives and stripping off your clothing by the buckle! Tittering deeply, the alpha rat strolls over to you. ''"BAHA!! Foolish surface-dweller... did you really think we were alone? For every rat you see, there's always a few more you don't!"'' Dropping a heavy foot on your back, the chieftain gloats as his henchmen finish bundling you up. Fastening your wrists behind your back, you're trussed up like a hog beneath his heavy soles. Smooshing down with those heavy toes, he lets you savor his weight while he ponders what should be made of you. ''"Do you know what happens to runners down here, surface-dweller? Rats who flee, rats who hide... they are of no use to the pack. They are runts. Running and shrieking and flailing... the dregs of the litter!"'' Backing away, the other rats giggle madly as their superior retrieves you from the floor. With a yank of his beefy arm, you're pulled against his broad, hairy chest. ''"Skeheh... Where do you think the runts go, surface-dweller? They are still flesh-made, they are still squirmy... To let them hunt would be silly! Better they be made food for the pack than food for the surface-beasts~"'' //grrrrRRrrRggGRggrrRRggrrggLLlrrrrggg~// The chieftain's stomach snarls against you, trembling with interest. Beneath those thick layers of furred fat and battle-forged muscle, his hunger has been awakened by your feeble form! Massaging your head into those musky-smelling pecs, the rat slow-humps his belly into your own. You can feel bits of his former meal breaking down beneath his skin. The more you squirm, the more it rumbles, eager to feel those movements from within! ''"Mmmmnn... You are a runner, yes? Weak-bred, tail-tucked... Too timid to draw your fang-blade! Huff~ Yes, I can smell it on you... the STINK of a runt~"'' Smothered against his broad, manly chest, your brow begins to bead with sweet, salty sweat. Just a whiff of it is enough to get the chieftain slobbering over you! Lifting you out of that pec-cleft, the rat brings his mighty muzzle before your terrified face. Grunting hungrily, his tongue lashes over your cheeks, coating you in gooey, meaty-smelling slobber! Huffing his breath over your face, the oversized rodent deeply slurps the flavor off your skin, gulping it down by the mouthful. //Slllrrrrrrrrrrrppp~ Slllllllllrrrrrrrrrppp~ Slllllrrrrrrrrrrpppp~// ''"Mmmhhhaaahh... And I LOVE the taste of runt!"'' //Moooonnnnncccchhh~// Yawning wide, your torch only briefly illuminates the dripping, velvet insides of the chieftain’s throat before it clamps over your head! A wave of slobber-soaked breath washes over you as his jaws encompass your skull. Trapped in that gooey rat-muzzle, you’re helpless to stop him from working you over with that tongue! A seasoned scavenger knows better than to let that flavor go to waste. Pouring spit over your scalp, the chieftain’s thick, dexterous rodent-tongue slathers over your cheekbones. Mumbling affirmatively, your flavor reminds him of fresh venison and salted pork… //Gllllllllp! Glllllllp! Gllllllllppp!// That hungry dilf-rat doesn’t even need to stretch his jaws to get your shoulders down his hungry gullet. With your arms bound up behind you, what little struggling you can produce only serves to amuse him. A powerful swallow stuffs your head into the tightness of this throat, producing a prodigious bulge. Starved from days of foraging the barren tunnels, the feeling of such a large portion entering his throat is indescribably satisfying! Hot, drool-soaked clenches batter your body as you’re worked further in. The rat’s tongue never stops slurping, curling around you to get every inch of your flavor off your skin. Peering around the corner, his lusty minions jealously pleasure themselves to the sight of your legs vanishing down his throat. //''Mmmmmrrr~'' GUUULLLPPP!!!// Gripping your thighs and hoisting you over his head, the beefy rodent finishes off his wriggly meal with a few snaps of his jaws! Reams of slick, eager gutflesh pass by you as your head passes behind his meaty pecs, sliding into his churning stomach. A vicious belly-churn welcomes you to his insides as you’re shoveled in. Resting his hands on his thick tummy-fat, the chieftain purrs as it fills with your curvy form. It swells and distends until it hangs past his hips, pressing down ever-so-gently against his oily manhood. Working his thumbs into that you-filled fat, he kneads out the kinks in his gut as you thrash against your tight, fleshy confinements! ''“//Uuuuulllp! Ahhhhh~ //Nice and meaty… Skeheh, if you were any larger, I’d carve you up and share you with my kin! No, no… you’re better like this. Sustenance for the strongest of our kind~”'' It’s horribly damp within the rodentfolk’s stomach. Wall-to-wall, his innards are caked in a thick, digestive slime. It clings to your skin as you struggle about, making formly bulges in his fluffy fat. Your writhing causes him very little discomfort. Having subsisted on meals much less appetizing than you, his stomach is more than happy to absorb your efforts to escape! Your eyes water up as that humid, meaty stomach-air fills your lungs. Knee-deep in sizzling digestives, you find very little comfort as those muscular walls begin to claim you. //''BuUUuUUrRRRAAArrRRPP!!''// Mannerlessly belching, the chieftain proudly expunges the last of your clean air. A plume of half-melted hair erupts from his muzzle, drifting down to form a soggy pile. You’re just the right size for him. Bulging out his musclegut to a satisfying sway, he heels forward on his haunches and lets his tummy rumble about. With your overwhelmed expression and meaty curves projected through his skin, he greedily shows you off to his fellow ratfolk. Slinking forward to admire him, the two rats that had assisted him ease themselves up to that sloshy tum. //''”So full… such a mighty portion!” ”Do you have room for more, master? We can find more! Sniff them out!”''// Pleased by their performance, the chieftain slowly nods his head. Such loyal underlings deserve a reward! Chittering with excitement, they stuff their hands into their alpha’s belly and start to knead. You feel their paws digging in from all angles. Shifting and swirling you around, they stir you up like a lump of meat in a cauldron! The rats take particular interest in your softer bits, pressing in until they feel them break away. Breaking you down for their master gives them purpose. Scrubbing and swirling that fat, gurgly dilf-gut, your digestion begins to rapidly accelerate! //GRrGGRrrrrrggllRRggggggrrrgg~ GrrRGgrggrLLrrggrrggllrrrgg! Glllrrrrrrnnnn!// With three pairs of paws stirring you up, there’s nothing you can do to stave off your inevitable digestion. Every press of those paws makes you softer, grinding you up until you’re nothing but paste. The chieftain’s stomach purrs affectionately in response to such indulgent worship, showering you with gushes of acid and rough contractions. With nothing to breathe but meaty-smelling stomach air, you slip into unconsciousness before things get too intense. The timing is perfect! Just after you’ve lapsed into numbness, a particularly possessive crunch folds you into a tangled, digestible mess! Laughing together, the joyous packmates compete to see who can make the satisfying gurgle out of your liquifying remains… ''//BooOOooOrrrRRRrAAARRrrRRP!!!// '' ''“Skeheh… Another runt put to use!”'' Shoving their hands into the chieftain’s belly, the three rats coax out a tunnel-shaking belch. Having rendered all your soft bits into slush, your slobber-soaked bones rain down over the tunnel floor. All that tummy worship has neatly melted the flesh from your hard bits. Sloshing out with nothing but liquid remains, the chieftain sighs with satisfaction as his followers begin to gather your bones from the floor. Handing a chunky femur to the mighty warrior, he snaps it in two so the pair can lick up your bone marrow. ''“Nothing must go to waste. Go ahead, drink up~”'' //''“Gracious blessings, master!” “A feast, a feast!”''// The scavengers are quick to make use of your remains. Gathering your belched-up bones, they’re taken to the pack seamster to be woven into armor. Your knucklebones end up as clasps for a new belt around the chieftain’s waist. Your skull is mounted on a stick outside their layer, among the numerous other travelers who’ve disappeared into that dark warren. Claimed by the vermin, your career as an adventurer ends as muscle and chub upon a beefy rat’s stomach. Having reaffirmed his place as the alpha once more, the chieftain quickly expends the calories you’ve granted him during an all-night orgy with his enamored packmates~(if: $Disposal is 1)[ After knocking up several of the pack’s most fertile matrons, the chieftain curls up with a few of them for a good night’s rest. Overnight, his stomach rumbles and crunches up what little remains of you, mulching you into a fine lump of easily passable mush! Waking up in the morning to pressure in his guts, he invites the pack to watch as he dumps you off. A sizeable crowd quickly amasses! With a pleasant sigh, he squats over a loose patch of soil and gets to work. Soft chunks of waste spill from his muscular rear, spattered with stray clumps of bone and hair. His savage, powerful guts have churned you into a smooth, uniform fudge! The crowd murmurs with jealousy as scraps of your armor splatter down into the muck, empty and ruined. Seeing their alpha shit out another adventurer-turned-snack never ceases to amaze! Soon enough, they’re back to scouring the halls, desperate for another messy show~ ''"Ahh... Another runt for the shit-pit! So squirmy going down, so smooth coming out..."''] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Digested!]] Conquered and devoured by the pack of scavengers, your delicious fate becomes a popular tale to tell to the younger clanmembers~]<hr> (set: $s21 to 1)

<hr>(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))Better safe than sorry! As the monster draws near, you crouch into a low stance, before launching yourself at his legs! Catching his thighs under your shoulders, you expertly bowl him over. Faceplanting in the muck, he snarls painfully as you make a brisk getaway. You’re completely out of his line of sight by the time he manages to stumble to his feet. Shambling back off into the woods, he seems to have lost your scent. After catching your breath, you continue down the path, surging with confidence from your first victory! [[Continue->Rotting Hillside]] <hr>

<hr>''Sentry Wolf''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png")) You’re under no illusion of what awaits you ahead. What once was a place of rest for the dead has undoubtedly been transformed into a fortress of darkness. Every hall is infested with perverse imitations of life. This is no meer stretch of woods… not anymore. This is enemy territory. The living are not welcome within the master’s domain. And one way or another, they will be snuffed out. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Greatwolf.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Greatwolf.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] (text-style: "shudder")[//GrrRRRRrrrrrrrRRRRllllll~//] Behind you, a twig snaps. From the shadows, a deep-drawn growl of fera; ferocity cuts through the air, freezing you in your tracks! A fear-seized whimper escapes your lips you slowly shift around, careful not to make any sudden movements. Somehow, a giant black-furred wolf had snuck up on you! Bristling with lupine ferocity, the giant canine is crouched low to the path, stalking forward with careful, intentional steps. Powerful, muscular, and nearly twice your size, the wolf stares you down with a predator’s determination. Puffs of his nose drink in your tasty scent… Oh ''fuck.'' This thing could chomp you in half with a single gnash of his jaws! If the wolf decides to pounce, you’re a goner! You wouldn’t even have time to reach for your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers]. That black-beast prowls closer with every second, eyes bristling with excitement and focus. With your life flashing before your eyes, you need to make a decision, and fast! (either:"[[Play Dead!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Wolf Pred, Licking/Tasting, Gooey Digestion, Fatal, Disposal.//)] [[Try to pet!]]", "[[Try to pet!]] [[Play Dead!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Wolf Pred, Licking/Tasting, Gooey Digestion, Fatal, Disposal.//)]") <hr>

<hr>(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))Easy… Easy… Maybe he’s nice? The beast hasn’t attacked you yet! If this wolf wanted you dead, he probably would’ve just torn you to shreds while your back was turned! Outstretching your hands, you approach the monster as slowly as possible. The growling ceases as the beast watches you approach, his eyes searching for your intentions. To make him more comfortable, you drop your (if: $Blade is 1)[weapon](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] into the dirt, leaving you completely defenseless. Your heart is pounding as you reach under his chin. You’re either about to make a new friend, or lose your hand! //Scrrriittttcchhh~// The wolf’s eyes flutter closed as you deliver a pinpoint scratch beneath his mighty muzzle! You must’ve scratched a pretty nasty itch, because his tail starts to wag immediately! All the tension drains out of your body as the beast just falls into your arms. Those low, threatening growls fade away, replaced by the cheerful whining of a happy dog! A smile crosses your face as you kneel into the dirt and just scratch him up. Although his breath is kinda strong, you lose yourself in admiring his big, floppy, lupine features for a few minutes. It’s quite a lovely experience! Eventually, the wolf huffs, signaling you to finish up. After one last goodbye pet, you reel back and wave him goodbye. Giving you an affirmative nod (and a little blep), he bounds off into the woods, vanishing from view in just a few moments. Breathing a sigh of relief, you retrieve your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] and return to the path. [[Continue->Rotting Hillside]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))Hmm… well, it’s definitely a //suggestive-looking// installation. Suave, chiseled, brawny… goodness, if this statue was alive, it would be quite the stud! The subtle, demonic leer in its eyes seems too intentional not to be some sort of clue. Perhaps if you interacted with the… ahem, ''mechanism''… between its legs, you could get the door to open? You lick your lips. It’s not the sort of "adventure" you'd set out for… but hey, if you’re trying to keep adventurers out, then why not keep the mechanism somewhere a bit embarrassing to access? You extend a hand to the base of the statue’s girthy, demonic cockflesh. Damn… even with your whole hand around it, you’re still only gripping half the shaft! Looks like you’re gonna need to two-hand this weapon. With a proper grip on it, you give it a firm tug from the base to the tip. Mmmm… Sliding all that warm, marbled dickmeat through your fingers is definitely ...interesting. It’s exceedingly lifelike. You can feel the veins carved into it’s grayish surface, running beneath your fingers just like a real dick! You’re not sure if you’re embarrassed or aroused, honestly. Something’s definitely making you blush right now! You just hope nothing’s watching you give this sexy rock a handjob right now… you’d probably die of embarassment if somebody ever brought this up. Clearing your head, you feel around for a lever or a switch at the base of its perfect genetalia. Hmm… maybe under the tip? No… you //can// feel it moving a little, though. It feels like it’s vibrating, if only softly. Hmm… Maybe you’re onto something! The more you stroke that sensually-sculpted cockslab, the more the statue begins to tremble. You weren’t sure before, but now you can feel energy buzzing beneath your fingertips, seeping out from that delectably-carved cock! Huh… must be some kind of heat mechanism or something? Ooooh! Maybe the friction from your hands is literally “warming it up!”. Won’t be much longer now… just gotta put your shoulders into it. Yup... just solving a puzzle! Nothing erotic about this, right? (text-style: "fidget")[//BWEEEEEEEM//] The statue’s eyes suddenly alight with dazzling purple hues! Rumbling warmly to the touch, the stonework’s well-carved hands suddenly fasten over your shoulders like iron clasps. Uh... that wasn’t supposed to happen! You struggle in the statue’s grip, only for it’s fingers to tighten up around your tender wingspan. Slowly and mechanically, it hoists you off the ground, bringing you up into it’s chiseled embrace… (text-style: "sway")[''//“WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!”//''] Thrashing and squirming between the moving statue’s fingers, you desperately attempt to break free from it’s lusty bondage! Whatever mechanism you activated seems to be highly complex… because it’s literally peeling you out of your clothing! Held aloft by one muscular hand, the studly statue strips off your armor with smooth, delicate turns of it’s fingers. It’s not gentle about it, either. After literally tearing you out of your underwear, the gargoyle's claws slide down your body until they arrive at your smooth, fluffy buttcheeks! You groan with discomfort as it harshly pries you apart, opening up your asshole for… uh oh… it’s not gonna… (text-style: "rumble")[//SHHHLLLRRRRRRRRKKKKKK!!!//] Stars fill your vision. For a moment, you can’t breathe. Everything goes numb. You taste metal, your stomach lurches, and your mouth falls open all at the same time. It was just a short drop… but with a simple swing of the statue’s arms, the entirety of that raw unlubed stone-shaft sheathed itself right up your ass! //''“GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”''// The scream of agony that escapes you sends a flock of birds soaring into the sky. Your heart pounds in your ears as you begin to register what’s been done to you. The adrenaline shields you from most of pain of the initial insertion. What should’ve been enough sting to make you pass out was instead more like taking a haymaker right to the guts. Looking down, you discover a horrifically lewd bulge pressing through your tummy. Carved and chiseled to perfection, it’s undoubtedly the statue’s enormous manhood! As your asshole recovers from the shock, you can feel every inch of that massive, veiny demon-dick (text-style: "fidget")[pulsing] inside of your annihilated innards. You’re seemingly unharmed, fortunately… but hopelessly stuck. And to make things worse, the statue starts to thrust. Your world turns upside-down as the stonework hoists you off it’s girth. Every inch that was just stuffed into you is peeled back out of your insides, buzzing the whole time. The sensation is indescribable. The surreal, hopeless feeling of (text-style: "fidget")[emptiness] left in the statue’s wake is utterly mind-rending. Screams catch in your throat as you ascend it’s cock. There’s literally nothing you can say. Nothing is listening to you right now. Nothing you can scream will make this stop. Once the tip of the cursed statue’s dick has slipped out of your ruined rosebud, it instantly drops you again! Punching through your guts like a fucking musket shot, you wordlessly wheeze your way through yet another brutal stuffing. (text-style: "rumble")[//SHHHLLRRRRRRRKKK! SHHHLLLRRRRRRRKK! SHHHLLRRRRRRRKKK!!!//] You’re used like a toy. Your soft, squishy innards are used as nothing more than a mold for gilded, chiseled statue-cock. Every mind-ruining thrust you endure snaps something inside of you. Those rock-hard inches are widening and stretching you in ways you never thought possible, molding you to be the perfect sheath for it’s beautiful manhood. You’re pretty sure that your pelvis broke on the way down... Oh well, you can barely feel it anyway! Your useless cock dangles between your legs as you’re gaped, swiftly filling with blood. You can’t describe why you’re hard right now. For all intensive purposes, you should be shrieking in agony! But there’s another influence seeping into you right now. Whatever curse is possessing this creation is pumping uncelan thoughts into your brain, filling you with fuck-hungry thirst for enormous dick. Looking down once more, the sight of your cock-bloated stomach fills you with… //pride//? Yes… it’s amazing what you’re achieving here. You’re a spectacle… you deserve to feel good… To make things worse for your mental state, the statue’s cock is buzzing like an enchanted vibrator. Warm pulses of dark magic wrack your entire body with forbidden lust, stimulating your deepest recesses in a way that you never thought possible. As you slide up and down that cursed masterpiece, pitiful splurts of precum dribble down your legs. Soon, you crave the feeling of your guts filling up with stone. Having been stretched and gaped so thoroughly, the only thing you can feel is pleasure shaking through you with every plant of it’s girthy pole. It’s… no, HIS cock is all you need to get off. A final tickle of your prostate sends you over the edge, (text-style: "fidget")[spilling] the contents of your balls all over the dusty floor. Then, it’s the statue’s turn. (text-style: "rumble")[//SHHHPPLLRRRRRRCCHHH~//] After being roughly hilted to the statue’s hips, a warm, liquid feeling begins to flow through you. The statue doesn’t CUM in you… but it’s still pumping you full of something warm and liquid. It’s a lot runnier than normal spooge. Soon enough, it’s leaking out of you like a broken faucet. It turns out that living statues cum pure, potable springwater! Lucky you! Your stomach is flooded with mineral-rich water, which quickly soothes your aching bowels. Swelling even further than before, your stomach doesn’t stop growing until you're stuffed five months pregnant! The statue’s grip loosens on you as it experiences an orgasm. Although your mind is ruined and your body is broken, you still unconsciously attempt to unseat yourself from it’s lusty embrace. Reaching around, your fingers brush up against the tip of the statue’s demonic tail, and… //Click! // (text-style: "shudder")[//Rrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuummmmbbbblllle//] And just like that, the door opens, unveiling the inner depths of the crypt. Unfortunately, you’re already too far-screwed onto the statue’s cock to do anything about it. The grinning statue vibrates softly as you fail to unseat yourself from it’s lustful embrace. As soon as your asshole stops leaking springwater, the loosened-up joints of the stonework begin pumping once again. Your tender groans fill the forest as you’re worn out by the mechanical creation. Eventually, you just go completely limp in its arms as your stomach bulges with well-carved cock. Your ass goes numb as it’s hammered against those rock-hard hips. In the coming days, you’ll try to escape a few more times… but nothing you try can even hope to free all that smooth, cursed cockflesh from your ruined insides. Soon enough, the (text-style: "fidget")[dark master] sends his minions to replace the crypt’s locking mechanism. The statue you’re stuck to is wheeled into his lustful chambers to be used as a decoration, with you still trapped upon it! His servants feed and tend to you as you’re slowly carved into the perfect buttslut. The curse within the statue only grows in strength and power, eventually harboring deep, possessive feelings for your warm, cushy ass. After years and years of endless, mind-breaking anal sex, your body hardens into just the perfect position for him. The two of you, statue and slave, are now a living work of art. It is then that the curse consumes you. You feel it slowly at first… a creeping, benign stiffening of your limbs. But eventually you too are turned to stone. Your features are rendered perfectly in gleaming, marble bliss. Your skin, once supple and smooth, is rock-hard and durable. Your pleasure-consumed expression is cast into rock, forming an endless, gasping moan. Your statue master’s cock becomes imbedded in your asshole, forever buzzing against your petrified love button and bulging out your tummy. Springwater fountains out of your cock in an endless stream, turning every moment into orgasmic bliss~ The dark lord admires his new statues. There are many more like you, aligned around his private chambers in an alluring ring. He commemorates the occasion by shooting a salty load over your petrified face, before returning to his malicious deeds~ (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Skewered onto the gorgeous manhood of a studly statue, you'll spend the rest of your existance as a lewd masterpiece within the dark one's abode~]<hr> (set: $s3 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))Upon closer inspection, it looks like there’s a tiny hinge built into the underside of the demon-statue’s tail! Careful not to get too close, you gently apply pressure to the very tip of the stone. Sure enough, it flips like a switch! The ground beneath you rumbles as the great stone door slides apart, unveiling the innards of the grand tomb. A rush of still, hex-tinted air rushes out through the musty tunnels. You’re now standing at the entrance to the belly of the beast… no going back now! Gripping your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers], you prepare to descend into the depths of the dungeon… [[Continue->Dark Passage]] <hr>

<hr>**Serpent Guard**(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png")) There are potentially hundreds of undead warriors waiting for you beyond that nightmarish gate... maybe even thousands. The dark master's minions are as numerous as they are diverse. Whether they be his vile magical adherents, black-hearted sellswords, or monsters roused from beyond the grave, you will most certainly encounter them within the crypt. If you have any hope of confronting the man responsible, you'll need to battle or evade your way through their ravenous ranks. One such warrior stands before you now. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Snakewarrior.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Snakewarrior.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] An armor-clad serpent stands before the crypt door, his beaming eyes sweeping the woods. You manage to dive behind cover moments before he spots you! Tall, lanky, and armor-scaled, the snake-man stands at the ready. A forked tongue flickers through his lips as he tastes the air. You can tell two things about him just by his posture alone. One: He's most certainly not undead. The way he stands is too disciplined for the slobbering, magic-roused hordes. He's been hand-selected for this position, plucked from the dark one's followers to ensure the crypt remains undisturbed. Two: He's unbelievably dangerous. Standing with his back turned to the crypt, his influence alone must be enough to keep the rowdy undead from even attempting to leave! (text-style: "sway")[''"You. In the woodssss. I know you're there."''] Damn! He must've tasted your scent on the wind! Roused from your hiding place, you approach him with your blade in hand. Crossing his beefy arms, the snake hisses impatiently. (text-style: "sway")[''"Thisssss abode no longer belongssss to the living, mortal. Your passsssage is forbidden. Stow your arms and return from whence you came."''] Hmm... an honorable opponent? He's alone, so he shouldn't be too much of a hassle. Still... you doubt he'd be warding you away if he wasn't at least a //little// skilled. One way or another, you need to get him out of the way! (either:"[[An honorable duel!->Serpant Fuckslave]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Recieving, Coiling, Musk, Poison, Oral Sex, Cum Drinking, Enslavement.//)] [[Deceive him?]]", "[[Deceive him?]] [[An honorable duel!->Serpant Fuckslave]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Recieving, Coiling, Musk, Poison, Oral Sex, Cum Drinking, Enslavement.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))You're not that easily intimidated. It's just a horse... Sure, he might be fucking MASSIVE, but he clearly still follows orders. You've just got to hold your head high and make sure he knows who's boss! Steeling yourself, you emerge from the brush and dust off your armor. If you're looking to pass by unpulverized, you're really gonna need to sell this... Looking the horse squarely in the eye, you march right up to him, keeping your gait steady and purposeful. Though the beast watches your approach with slitted eyes, he doesn't rear up to strike you. You can feel him staring, though... assessing you, grading you. This creature is making a decision, you can feel it. Although you're horribly intimidated, you keep your chin up and ignore him as you squeeze by his enormous hips. You don't want to touch him... but for the sake of dominance, you reach up and give his haunches an authoritative slap! (text-style: "sway")[''Snort''] And just like that, he moves out of the way! Sniffing the air one more time, the beast seems to lose interest in you. He rears down to chew some grass, leaving to your own devices. Whew! Before he can change his mind, you slip down into the shadows of the crypt. You admittedly didn't do much back there... That horse could've been perfectly tame, and you never would've known. Ah, screw it... you pump your fist in celebration anyway! Take your wins when you can get them... especially when there's far worse for you in store. [[Continue->Dark Passage]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))The beast seems rather on-edge. Trying to slip by while he's watching is probably a good way to end up with a hoof-shaped dent in your skull! You emerge from the woods as slowly as you can, stepping towards the horse with your arms outstretched. You abandon your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] for the time being. You're not sure if this stallion is smart enough to identify a weapon, but you're not willing to take any chances. Putting on your friendliest face, you walk close enough to the beast to get a whiff of that musty equine scent. The stallion sniffs you too, building an opinion of you behind those mane-shrouded eyes. (text-style: "sway")[''Snort...''] Huh... it looks like it's working! The horse seems a bit less tense than it did moments before. Instead of braying and bristling, the massive mount gives you a stoic, silent stare. That's an improvement, right? You walk closer, edging close enough to feel the heat on his muzzle. Oat-tinted breath gusts over you with every puff of the creature's mighty lungs. It's admittedly a little strong... but hey, not dangerous! It seems that it's become accustomed to your presence, too. The big, strong horse gives you a look that's almost... alluring? His hoof scrapes through the dirt, pulling back. Is he... beckoning you? Well, you're not about to keep him waiting. Plus, you'd be lying if you didn't say you wanted to interact with this heavy horse a little more. In this miserable place, this stallion is probably the closest thing to a friendly face you're going to see! Well, that and whoever owns him. Snuggling up to his big, warm neck, you throw your arms around the big equine's muscular gullet. A deep, trilling knicker vibrates beneath your touch, evidence of his amusement. You rake your nails through his coat, treating him to some monster-sized scritches! While they probably feel nice, you have a feeling you'd need a rake to properly scratch this hulking beast. As that horse-musk soaks into you, you feel oddly protected with him watching over your shoulders… //Huff... ''Knicker~''// The stallion leans forward, sternly pushing you out of his reach. Oh... were you getting too cozy? He's right. You shouldn't be snuggling with some random stranger's steed! Sheepishly hanging your head, you turn to retrieve your weapon... //Pomf... Pomf... Pomf...// The stallion moves to block you, encircling you with his huge body like a giant blockade! You're getting mixed signals right now from this big, dumb animal... didn't he just push you away? That giant, fluffy horse-head lowers down to you, stopping just an inch away from the tip of your muzzle. To your surprise, the beast suddenly opens his massive maw, unveiling the deep, crimson flesh-fields of his muscular innards~ (text-style: "smear")[//Mllwaaaaaaaaahhhhh~//] He'd been smelling you. The whole time you'd been buried in his coat, the stallion had been licking his chops. Having such an easy, suggestible meal within reach wasn't a luxury usually afforded to a beast like him. As he drew out his tongue to devour you, he watched your expression with beastly intent. The dawning moment of realization overcoming you was so delicious to witness. His equine stomach emitted a low, lustful growl as his jaws approached. This horse had assessed you. And it had deemed you worthy of being a meal~ (text-style: "smear", "shudder")[//NOMMMPPHHH~//] Your cries of terror are instantly snuffed out by the force of the beast's gullet clamping down over your head! With a single snap of his jaws, the horse wolfs you down to your shoulders in hot, gooey mawflesh. Strong-smelling saliva drizzles through your hair as he savors your flavor with his tongue. The black-haired beast is well-versed in the taste of civilized flesh... and yours is particularly delectable! That brawny horse-tongue lathers your face down with drool, invading your every pore in search of flavor. The instant he's done, a forceful swallow pulls you up into the entrance of his gullet! The horse doesn't even need to set you down to devour you... you're just yanked into the air and guzzled down! (text-style: "smear", "shudder")[//Guullllllppp~ Guuuuuuuulllllpppp~ Guullllllllllppp~//] Thick, wet swallows ripple in your ears as his flesh ferries you deeper. Locked together by the stallion's throat-flesh, your arms are unable to acquire a meaningful grip on anything! Blasted and battered with heady horse-breath, you're rapidly losing the strength to continue resisting. A satisfying bulge fills out the equine's neck as he munches on you. Apparently, he doesn't like the taste of your armor... so he expertly chews it off, maneuvering his massive teeth to crunch right through the plating! A spit-soaked pile of dejected clothing forms beneath the stallion's head as your torso vanishes down his throat. With the hard part done, the only thing left to do is slurp down your wriggly, struggling legs~ (text-style: "smear")[//Slllllllllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppp~//] Pursing his equine lips, the stallion sucks the rest of you down like a noodle! Your ears pop as you surge down his gullet like a waterslide! For the beast, the sensation of sucking you down is ruthlessly satisfying. For you... well, you barely even felt it! One moment, you were being tortured by thick equine peristalsis, and the next, you were buried inside his grass-filled stomach! (text-style: "fidget")[//Grrrrggglllrrrggg~ Grrrrggglllrrrrgggg~ Grrrrrrgggglllrrrggrrrlllr~//] The horse's stomach descends slightly as your body bloats it out. Giving it a test sway, the stallion decides you're adequately satisfying belly-filling, and resumes his guard duties after only a brief pause. The mushy, caustic innards of his stomach are absolutely hellish. Steamed to a sweaty, muggy heat, the recesses of his guts stink of grass and potent acids! Your skin begins to sting and soften within the digestive muck as it starts to process you. The stallion's twenty-pound heart beats somewhere in the distance, thrumming excitedly after such a good meal. The only upside of being imprisoned in this horse's guts is your relatively comfortable position. Cradled by his soft stomach-folds, you're held aloft in a hammock-like binding as his body gets to work. It definitely doesn't improve the feeling of half-melted hay sticking to your face... but hey, at least it's something! Hours pass in mushy, digestive silence as the stallion stands guard. His resilient, leather-lined hammock belly crushes you into submission effortlessly. This horse is definitely no stranger to devouring people… in fact, that’s probably how it got so big in the first place! Your ineffective struggles only pleasure the beast, supplying him with melty sloshes to listen to while he waits. In fact… you can feel something hot and rounded prodding at you from behind. This horse is not only enjoying you… he’s actively aroused by your presence inside his stomach! That fat, mottled stallion-cock plunges into the softness of his tummy. Your pitiful wriggling provides him with immense stimulation, making that beastly manhood twitch and leak all over your bulging belly-prison. That bastard… you can only hope his owner arrives in time to sort this all out! (text-style: "blur", "fidget")[//Grrrrgggggglllrrrgggggggllrrrggggglllll… Grrrrrrgggggllllrrrrrrgggggggllllrrrrggg//] Eventually, after a few more hours of merciless belly-fucking, you hear the faint sound of boots ascending the steps of the crypt. Strapped with loot and bloodied from his grand battle with the dark lord, a mighty draconic mercenary arrives to inspect his steed. A heavy hand pats against the tummy you’re encased in, followed by a jolly laugh. ''“PAHAH! And here I thought I’d had all the fun. Looks like you caught yourself a meal, Duke! Damn… How did you even manage that?”'' (text-style: "sway")[''//Snort~//''] The master and steed share a tender moment as they laugh at your miserable circumstances. Half-melted into swill, the immense adventurer presses his ear to Duke’s stomach while he belly-fucks you to pieces. Just in time for the good part. When next he speaks, you can tell he’s talking to you. ''“Heh… Well, hope you’re happy with yourself, whoever you are. I’ll never find out, by the way. I’ve lost count of the number of anonymous bulges I’ve seen in Duke’s belly. And if I know my horse, he’s keeping you. So why don’t you be a good piece of //horse-chow// and struggle your final hours away so he can get off, eh? It’s the least you can do~”'' Mounting his horse, the mercenary whispers for Duke to start trotting. The two of them enjoy a lazy stroll through the woods while you slop down into mushy nothingness. The motions of his equine gait make that inhospitable horsegut slosh from side-to-side, beating you around like a washing machine. You can’t possibly hope to survive such a ruthless digestive onslaught. Sinking down into the increasingly-liquid contents of his equine stomach, you’re almost nothing but rich, nutritious meat soup by the time he steps back onto the road! Rounded out to a pleasant softness, Duke grits his teeth as he bucks his hips into his stomach, finishing you off with a crunchy, orgasm-fueled clench of his equine innards~ //(text-style: "rumble")[CrrrrrrRRrrRruuuUNnNnCHH~] (text-style: "shudder", "smear")[SPPLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!]// A fountain of fresh horsejizz hoses out of his leathery balls, soaking his stomach in hot, stinky stallion-spunk! Nickering with satisfaction, the horse you’d mistakenly trusted sends you out with a gooey bang. His master listens to it all as it unfolds, reaching down to pet his bulky neck while the beast unloads his balls. He’s seen it a hundred times, and he’s still impressed. For all his conquests and victories, his horse has probably churned up more people than he has! Oh well… more fat for his haunches is never a bad thing. As Duke belches up the last of your flavor and licks it off his lips, the mercenary kicks his sides to get him moving again. The journey back to civilisation is uneventful. Nobody in their right mind would even consider assaulting the mounted pair, so Duke is free to churn up the rest of you at his leisure. Over the course of the day-long journey, his greedy intestines siphon away all that gut-slush you became. A new layer of horsepudge sprouts on his backside, giving him even more energy to chase down prey! The beast’s guts are efficient, too. Your bones are ground into meal within his muscular intestines, surrendering the juices within. (if: $Disposal is 1)[ ''Snort~'' Your unwilling journey through Duke’s guts concludes with a steamy loaf of horse-shit emerging from his fat, bulging pucker. He pauses his gait to shit you out on the roadside, causing his master a bit of annoyance. A dozen bone-flecked horse apples splatter down onto the dusty trail. Forming a neat stack at the stallion’s feet, he kicks a cloud of dust over them before backing up to take a piss. Your disgusting, shit-soaked grave is thoroughly watered with the strongest horsepiss on the continent. A fitting end for an unbelievably gullible adventurer like you! After he trots away from your revolting remains, you’re left to seep into the soil and be forgotten, just like all the other folks who've ever passed through his greedy lips~ ] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Digested!]] Mercilessly churned into horse-pudge by a greedy stallion, your digested remains nourish the beast for the remainder of his journey!]<hr> (set: $s4 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))Think... Perhaps this is easier than it seems? You don't know much about the dark one's organization, but you can't imagine that there's an official ledger of members. Maybe if you just pretended to be a fresh recruit, you can slip by without any hassle! Besides, even if you manage to get by him, there's a good chance you won't be able to get that door open! //"Ahem!"// You throw on your most scuzzy-sounding voice, hoping to sound at least a little sinister. //"I've recieved the call of the dark one. He has informed me in my dreams that I must journey into his arms to recieve his blessings."// (text-style: "sway")[''"Ah... issssss that ssso? Then by all meanssss, proceed. Hissssss designs are not mine to know."''] Nodding his head, the man-serpant flicks an unseen switch, and the doors to the crypt come rumbling open! The ground trembles beneath your feet as the stone gives way to a deep, murky hall. Shifting his coils to allow you to pass, the snake-man gives you an unsubtle wink as you pass by. (text-style: "sway")[''"I trussssssst you've come prepared. To give yoursssself to the massster's cause... it cannot be reverssssed~"''] Noted. As you decend the steps into the dungeon, the door shuts behind you. As you're cut off from the pallid moonlight, the shape of your ordeal manifests before you. Gripping your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers], you hope that the next creature to cross your path can be dispatched with simple words! [[Continue->Dark Passage]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))You're not here to play games. Man-to-man, you level your gaze with the snake, brandishing your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] in a duelist's pose. You're not the most experienced combatant... but hey, confidence can go a long way! Your opponent nods his head respectfully. The man-serpent clutches the hilt of his curved sword, pulling it out of its jeweled scabbard with a vicious snicker. Whirling it about in an elaborate flourish, he levels the edge with your throat. (text-style: "sway")[''"Hisssss~ Very well, youthful one. I accept your challenge. Let our bladesssss burnish in battle, that we may disssscover who is masssster... and who isssss ssssimply pretending~"''] Lowering his head, the snake gives you a respectful bow. You don't reciprocate. This vile creature won't rouse your pity. You're going to put an end to him, and his master too! Launching yourself forward, you close the distance with with a savage overhead strike! (text-style: "rumble")[//Slllshhhhh-SHHLLIIINNNGGGG!!!!!//] He saw you coming from a mile away. Those wizened, discerning snake-eyes have witnessed dozens of blades slashing toward his skull. Tilting backwards, he catches the thick of your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] with the ricasso of his curved sword, before twisting and launching your weapon off into the distance! You're disarmed in an instant, left completely defenseless before the master swordsman. A deep, haughty chuckle ripples out from his serpentine throat as he nudges your neck with the tip of his blade. Stunned into silence, you wait for him to finish you... but the final blow never comes. (text-style: "sway")[''"Ahhh... But you were doing ssssssso well! I feared asssss much from your posssssture, youngling. You hold that blade like a stick you found in the woodsssss! Perhapssss your ambitionsss have gotten the better of you, hmmm?''"]Twisting his wrist, the snake dabs the wide edge of his blade on your shoulders. Chuckling darkly, his long, dark snake-tail begins to encircle your legs. (text-style: "sway")[''"I admire your sssssspirit. I truly do. Too many of your kind take one look at me and abandon their little quessssts. There's a reason I've sssserved for so long. Sssssstill... to waste you on another corpssssse would be inefficient... perhapssss you are better ssssuited to being a sssslave~"''] This can't be happening... did you really get this far out of your depth? Shame fills you as the man-serpent plucks the straps off your armor with pinpoint slashes of his sword. He peels your clothing off like the skin of an exotic fruit, beaming with interest as he admires your soft, supple chest. Well, compared to his scaly pecs at least! Smiling and showing his cruel fangs, he revels in your diminutive expression. (text-style: "sway")[''"Now, now... my ssssslaves are more than sssssimple errand boys. I sssseee potential in you, hatchling... ssssomething I can mold to be much greater. Perhapsssss in time, you'll rival my skill with the blade."''] As he speaks, he uncouples the weighty mail covering his midsection and torso. The plate covering his reptilian cockslit comes undone as well, kissing the moonlight with fresh musk. Hissing with relief, his long, smooth shaft droops down between his scaly thighs. An even-toned pair of balls rests behind it, softly pulsing with lewd intent. The snake directs your eyes down to his cock with a stern point of his finger. (text-style: "sway")[''"Ahhh... but enough chatter. I won the duel, so I'll do as I pleasssse. And right now, I dessssire your warm-blooded throat around my cock~"''] You hadn't noticed it before, but the snake-man's scaly skin is quite cool to the touch. Cold-blooded as he is, it seems he's been relying on the distant warmth of the torches to keep himself from freezing! But now, with all that fresh, warm blood running through your veins... he can't help but drag you closer. You yelp as his flexile tail yanks you over to his beefy chest. An elegant hand meets the back of your head, pushing your blushing face right into his pecs! Those scaly beef-pillows engulf you in a firm, seductive hold as his arms bind you nice and tight. True to his serpentine nature, the man-snake knows just where to clutch you to ensure your complete stillness. His tail readjusts to siphon more warmth from your body. Wrapped up in big, squishy muscles from head to toe... you're feeling a little hotter than usual... (text-style: "sway")[''"Yesssss... burn warm for me, hatchling... I ssssshall weather many a night with you~" '']Hissing right in your ear, the snake-man stuffs your ears with enchanting hisses and lustful grunts. You begin to feel distant buzzing in your head. Something is telling you to... obey? Yes... be good for master. Feel those coils constricting you... you belong within them, filling them with vivid, endless warmth. Let him take over... let him teach you how to... N-no!!! Wait, this is wrong! You're not supposed to... But maybe..? (text-style: "sway")[''"Shhhhhh... silence, hatchling. I know thesssse feelingsss are new to you. Perhapssss you've felt them before... perhappssss for one of the opposite ssssssex? Those feelingssss... that earnessssstnessss... direct them towardsssss me. Let my coilsssss become the object of your affection. Let my voice replace your reasssson. Obey me.... and I shall grant you pleassssure and purpossssse."''] So soothing... so warm... is his voice becoming deeper? No... you're just listening to it more. His words echo in your mind like the lyrics to a hymn, slowly seizing control of your body. You fall limp in his scaly arms, leaning closer to his lips so you can let that voice carry you away~ (text-style: "sway")[''"Hold sssstillll~"''] //Fwaaaaaahhh~// //hhhhHIsss~// Did something just... bite you? You feel the briefest, most insignificant pinch in your neck. You wouldn't have noticed if it didn't ache a little. But now that you're paying attention... yes, two spots in your nape have just lit up with the oddest sensation. Suddenly, burning, blistering heat spreads through your veins like a wildfire! Your master's venom seeps through your every bone, flowing through raw and untamed. The lust you felt before is ignited like a powder keg, shattering your mind into a million pieces! Slutty, ravenous cockthurst overtakes you, and without a word of protest, you dive onto the man-serpent's enormous shaft~ (text-style: "blur")[//Shhhhlllllrrrrrrrrrkkkk~//] Your mouth opens of its own volition, diving over the tip of the serpent's obsidian girth. The cool, bulbous tip of his shaft greets you with an affectionate pulse. His hypno-venom just makes it melt in your mouth... somehow, this strange, musk-soaked shaft is just the best thing you've ever tasted! Unhinging your jaw, you glide down the smooth sides of his member, nuzzling up to the base of his girth. With your nose buried in the recesses of his nethers, you're blasted with a fresh, sweat-boiled blast of snake musk! Heady, masculine, and oh-so-stifling, you suck it down by the lungful as you feel his cock stiffen up in your throat. The feeling of his shaft pumping full of blood inside your neck is supremely gratifying... and it becomes even more divine when he starts to fuck your face. (text-style: "sway")[''"Haaaaaahhh... Mhhhmmhh~ Perhapsss I gave you a bit too much venom... ssssuch an eager sssssslut~"''] Delecately cupping your head with his scaly palms, the snake-man holds you steady as he saws his shaft through your pursed lips. The serpentine plunges of his hips are measured and rhythmic... almost like a dance. All twelve inches of his finely-aged snake girth flood over your tongue unimpeded, sliding into the warm, satisfying tightness of your waiting gullet. Hollowed out by hypnosis and broken by venom, your own cock throbs and spurts without even being touched! Every slap of his hips against your face sends stinging, glorious pleasure ringing through you. Like a blacksmith tempering a blade, his cock-thrusts break you down into he perfect receptacle for his snake shaft~ (text-style: "smear")[//Shhhllllhhhhhlllllkkk! Shhhhllllkkkkkllll! Shhhhllllllllkkk!//] (text-style: "fidget")[//"Mwaaahhllmm... Mmmnnngggfffff...Mmnnnfffffggg."//] You don't even recognize your own voice as it bubbles out of you, fucked out with every thrust of his serpentine manhood. This version of you... the one gagged with dick and choking on reptile musk... it's just perfect. The venom spreading through system fully infects your brain. Broken, shamed, and shafted... you cum hands-free the second a burst of precum floods your mouth! Your master takes notice, laughing in that sing-song hypnotic tune you love so much... (text-style: "sway")[''"That'ssss it... good ssssslave. Sssspill your usssslesss progeny over the ground. You don't need it anymore. I am your purposssssse now~"''] Your purpose... funny, you could've sworn that used to be something else. Saving the world? Proving your worth? No... that's not worth your time. Somebody else can do that. Right now, you need to feel this snake fill your stomach with his thick, delicious cum! The light in your eyes fades away... Captured completely by his spell, you open your throat and let him make a complete fucking MESS out of you. Grunting and wheezing, the man serpent savagely fucks your pliant muzzle, face-slamming you into his shaft until tears run down your face. You can barely breathe... You can barely think... but it's all worth it when you feel his dick swell with your runny reward~ (text-style: "smear")[//SHHHLLRRRRRRRRKKK!!!!//] (text-style: "sway")[//''"Ssssssssssssaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~"''// ]Throwing his head back in bliss, the man-snake blows a fat, juicy load of alabaster jizz straight down your waiting throat! He fills your gullet with one pump, forcing you to instantly swallow down a gooey mouthful of reptile-batter. The flavor is unplaceable... somewhere between salty meat and fermented fruit! The sheer volume of cum flowing out of his dick utterly overwhelms you. It runs out of the corners of your mouth, dribbling down your chin in thick, goopy strands. Unconsciously, you try to reel away from his endlessly-pumping shaft. But wrapped in his big, strong tail-coils and clutched between his hands, you're not permitted a moment of rest. This is all you are now... stress relief for the long, cold nights of guard duty. By the time he finishes offloading his seed, you're a bloated, twitchy mess of cum-drunk ardor. (text-style: "sway")[''"Sssssaaaaah... Your warmth is acceptable, creature. You shall sssserve your purposssse well." '']At long last, you're permitted to slip off his cock. The first thing you do is take a huge, shameful swallow of his nut. After finally catching your breath, you look up at his slitted, domineering eyes. He knits his fingers through your hair as you recover, gently coaxing you back into his affections. The drops of venom he administered have taken full effect now. Without a hint of resistance, you grab the base of his softening shaft and slide it back down your throat. Elation runs through you as your lips kiss his hairless base, finally satisfying you. You know what you are now... the perfect scabbard for this man-serpent's mighty blade~ (text-style: "sway")[''"Ohh? Mmmm... Your cockwarming is appreciated, hatchling. I'll have another load for you in a few hoursss. Resssssssst for now."''] And so there you stay. Bundled in strong, muscular coils, you're set beneath the man-serpant as he returns to his guard duties. The evening hours grow colder as the moon crosses above... fortunately, you're warm enough for the both of you! Your new master siphons your warmth through your skin, keeping you as well-caged as he can for maximum efficiency. You're a perfect heat-battery for the manly reptile. Tasked with the all-important duty of gargling his genitals, you become so drunk on his musk that it literally melts your mind. By the time morning comes, you've already swallowed three more loads of his warm, gooey jizz. As his shift ends, he returns to the crypt with you in tow, snuggling up into his military cot with his sleepy new toy. ... A lust-numbed month goes by. Your master is posted at the crypt door five days a week, meaning you're out there with him. He's officially dubbed you his squire, although that hardly changes your duties. You're more or less a receptacle for snake cum! He periodically injects you with venom to keep you in a nice, pliant haze of utter infatuation. Soon enough, you can't even get hard without his fangs nipping you first! You're left physically incapable of feeling attraction for others. The only thing that will EVER satisfy you is the sultry squeeze of your master's coils as he dumps another warm, salty load down your throat or up your ass. But that's not all he uses you for. In the off-hours, while his refractory period is running, he hands you a sword and teaches you the art of fencing. After a few years of his diligent tutelage, you're just as cunning with the blade as he is! Pridefully dragging you along on a collar, the snake-man presents you to the dark lord as a new minion. Fitted with armor and given the title of underling, you join the ranks of the dark horde beneath the man-serpant's watchful eye. Your quarters are right next to his, and more often than not, he slithers into your bed to make you remember the time you spent as his slave. Many of your fellow warriors only refer to you as "cock-sock", much to your master's amusement. The two of you guard the door for many, many years. One night, after you've finished sucking the sperm out of his nuts, the man-serpant pushes you off his cock and loosens his coils. Groggily helping yourself to your feet, he directs you to look over the landscape. Corruption and darkness have annihilated the once-peaceful woods. The dark one's influence has stained the very air itself, ruining this region forever. Chuckling, he draws you into a hungry smooch, before injecting you with another pump of sweet, mind-ruining venom~ (text-style: "sway")[''"Yesssss... this world hassss a new massssster now, thanksssss to you. Come, now... warm me once more while I watch it twissssst into something better~"''] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Having fallen in battle before the crypt's serpentine guard, you're quickly trained into the perfect fucktoy to accompany his long, lonely nights~]<hr> (set: $s5 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Ghostly Bard''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) You hadn't appreciated it prior to your descent, but the ambient rustling of the sickened forest had been something of a blessing. Though the creaking and the rustling of the woods had put you on edge, it was vastly preferable to the still, ultimate silence that pervaded every corner of this ghastly tomb! Nothing moved, nothing stirred... your only companion was the sound of your own footsteps. Is this truly what it's like to rest among the dead? To be undisturbed, unstimulated... to feel nothing at all? All of a sudden, the silence is shattered by the shrill, wailing chords of a spectral violin! (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Foxbard.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Foxbard.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] Startled, you hold aloft your torch, searching the shadows for the source of the melody. There! In the back of the room, a thin, wiry figure stands facing the wall. Viewing his vulpine features from behind, the ghoul's extravagant clothing catches your attention. This is no ordinary spirit: Draped in a colorful cloak and wearing a wide-brimmed hat, he's dressed like royalty! With the accursed instrument tucked under his chin, the half-translucent spirit fox saws his bow over the strings. After wrapping up his ghostly prelude, he starts to sing to himself in a mournful soprano. (text-style: "sway")[//''"O' the brambles and bracken dids't lash my feet, Cursing and wailing across that black moor, from blackest depths the ferry-man beckons, bringing death to rap at my door~"''//] The soulful tunes of his instrument are having an effect on you... but what it is, you've no clue! All you know for certain is that this undead musician is haunting the path forward. Though he hasn't turned to acknowledge you, you get the feeling that this fox is performing for you deliberately. It could be completely innocent... but can you afford to take that chance? (either: "[[Stop and listen...->Fox Husband]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Giving, Anal Sex, Willing, Death, Marraige.//)] [[Rush by!]]", "[[Rush by!]] [[Stop and listen...->Fox Husband]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Player Giving, Anal Sex, Willing, Death, Marraige.//)]") <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))Perhaps you shouldn't be too hasty. There's no way of knowing how many slobbering ghouls are waiting in ambush just around the bend. Why don't you stop and enjoy the show? Despite the ghoulish, macabre lyrics, the fox's melody makes you feel a bit lighter. Instead of horrific, it's rather cathartic to stop and savor. He's quite the motive singer, too. As you listen, his voice crosses two whole octaves of notes in a single cry. This song... you've never heard it, but somehow it's familiar. It sounds like the rustling of the wind through an old, well-tended cemetery, put to words... (text-style: "sway")[//''"I felt it creep around my wrist, those bony fingers crossing mine. It lead me to the far-off shore, and I saw it's reflection in the old-seeped brine~" ''//] There's a coffin in the center of the room, raised to the height of a comfortable chair. Setting yourself down upon it, you close your eyes as the vulpine bard serenades you. You're alone with him... but it doesn't feel that way. The way his violin bounces through the room feels just like a performer in a lively inn! Although, he is dressed pretty tight around the waist. Those spectral hips sway back and forth as he performs, giving you a pretty good look at his form-fitting, vulpine waistline. Bah...! Banish those thoughts. Just relax... take the edge off for a while. (text-style: "sway")[//''"Carried by the waves rose a church-cast bell, cracked in half by the time-taker's chisel, I heard it ring when the moon touched twelve, and then the black-rain began to drizzle~" ''//] His mournful strumming builds to a proud, triumphant climax. The spirit never has to stop to breathe, leaving him free to serenade you. When he finally finishes, he pulls the bow away in a dramatic flourish, before setting the violin down at his side. Moved by his performance, you give the fox-ghost a round of applause. ''"Hmmm? Oh?! Sorry... I didn't know I had an audience! Eheh... Well then... did you enjoy the show? Sorry, I know I'm a little rusty... it's been a while since I was, well... alive..." '' Holding the trails of his ghostly coat, the foxy ghost gives you a sheepish bow. There's something of a flush building on his youthful, vulpine features... is he embarrassed? You laugh and tell him he's got a great voice, to which that tail of his starts to wag. He twirls his bow in his fingers as he listens to your praise, graciously absorbing every compliment you've got. ''"Eheh! Well, thank you! I... can't say I remember the last time somebody happened upon my grave. Won't you stay just a little longer? I've got so many more songs I can share with you. Back in my day, I was quite popular with merry adventurers like yourself... eheh! (text-style: "sway")[Ahem~] in more ways than one~" '' The spirit gives you a suggestive wink, rippling his tail in an eye-catching sashay. Trailing his gloved fingers over his ethereal waistline, he outlines the curvature of his wide, sinful waist. It catches you somewhat off-guard. You can't say you hadn't been entertaining the thought... And now that he mentions it, this fox-boy does have something twinkish in the air about him. The promise of a private show catches your intrigue. In this perilous tomb, of all places... you've somehow found yourself a strumpet! ''"Say... I know a tune that soothes the soul. Why don't you loosen those britches, big guy..? Things might get uncomfortable down there~" ''Drawing his bow across the strings, the vulpine prepares a new tune. This time, instead of a frightening trill, the sound that emerges from his instrument is smooth and seductive. Grinning and winking, he holds the bow with a full-handed grip, cranking it back and forth with a certain... suggestiveness. You watch as the buttons of his coat undo themselves of their own accord, stripping away to unveil his smooth, tight chest. His ghostly boots clack across the floor as he steps forward, bathing you in his shimmering ghost-light. You don't even notice him snuffing out your torch, replacing the glow of the room with that of his own ethereal body~ ''"Eyes on me. Trust me, it gets better from here~"'' Those glowing, ghostly eyes just draw you in... though devoid of the light of life, the flickering flame of passion burns hot behind those tender lashes. You unconsciously spread your legs for the fox boy's dance. Stepping right up to you, a breath catches in your throat as his crotch nuzzles against your own! To your surprise, you can feel every bit of that warm, soft cock-bulge rubbing against your own. There's nothing spectral about the way his warm, fluffy body feels... all of this is absolutely real! (text-style: "sway")[//''"The dancer's veil did hide her moans, until the beast could catch her scent. It pounced on her with claws outsretched, and the two began to repent~" ''//] Gods... now he's really putting on a show! Utilizing the full breadth of his fluttery range, he hits notes you didn't think were possible. These lyrics are nothing short of smut, either. Rubbing against your body, the half-nude fox-twink regales you with tails of lecherous encounters between lovers, enemies, and mighty beasts. There are times when he leans down to whisper the lyrics right into your ear, huffing his undead breath right into your head. He's filling you with devilish thoughts... of his eyes, of his body, of the thing he's rubbing against your legs. Of course he's getting hard for you... ''"Uummmph~ Oh, yes... You're allowed to touch, hun. Don't be shy... in fact, I want you to do everything you want to me. No matter what, I won't stop singing~" '' W-well... you honestly shouldn't. What kind of adventurer stops in the middle of a dungeon for... relations? But with his warmth pouring over you... Heh, maybe a quick fuck couldn't hurt~ You take charge, clasping your hands around those tight fox-cheeks. You're immediately met with a delightful moan from your slutty host. With that tail brushing against your fingers, you unseat yourself and slide around to his bulky backside. Unbuckling your pants, your long-suffering dick finally flops free, ready for action! Yanking down those fancy britches, you press it into the crease of his buttocks, letting him feel your girth~ ''"Mmnnnfff~ Atta// stud~//"'' (text-style: "blur")[//Shhhhhlllkkk~//] Anchoring your arms around his chest, you push your cock into his warm, doughy asscheeks. It's a tight fit, but with a bit of force, your cocktip spears past his warm, aching tailhole! Your eyes roll back as his ghostly anal tract compresses around your cock, welcoming you home as a proper lover should. The fox-twink's voice gets all huffy, too. He briefly loses his place in the song, stunned into silence by having his love-button flattened. Taking his cap off with your teeth, you nuzzle down into that warm, cushy nape of his while your hips slide together. A stark contrast from the death-touched smell of the crypt, his glowing fur smells like strawberries and grass. Spooning and spearing this delightful ghost-twink from behind, you start to thrust your way through the back half of his song~ ''"Faaaaahhhnn~(text-style: "sway")[//And when the...//] Mrrrrrrrrr... (text-style: "sway")[//'round the bend and cross the brook...//] Unnnnfff! R-right there... Ahem! (text-style: "sway")[//Tucked under-tail was a bushel of sage...//]"'' The twink's fluttery tail lashes around you while you press into his hips, urging you to slide deeper. Your instincts are begging you to ruin this bard-boi... but he's too cute to ravage! Fortunately, he presents you with a solution. His legs weightlessly float off the ground, rising up to tighten around your waist. He's lying on nothing but air, but somehow he's still adequately supported! Now that he's horizontal, you can really start to plow this flirty fox. Spreading his legs and gripping those juicy thighs, you saw your cock through his anal opening. He might be a man, but he clenches like a virgin, tightening up around your inches like a vice. Clenching your teeth, you narrowly stave off a premature orgasm, buckling in for the rest of the song. //Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! // The fox-boi's breathless falsetto makes fucking him even more fun. You rearrange the notes of the song as you rearrange his guts, his voice spiking and softening at the command of your hips! Beautiful sounds come out of him regardless of what you do. Hmm... now that gives you more ideas. Unbuckling his pants, you slide your hands around his stiff, throbbing fox-cock and begin to stroke. The appreciative murmur that trembles out of his lungs is a whole new kind of lovely. Stroking and fucking him in a tempo-like rhythm, you play this slutty twink like a living instrument! You've got no idea how he's still playing the violin while you're doing this to him. Maybe it's ghost magic or something... but even you can't refuse having a soundtrack to a good plow. ''"Unnnffff... Oh, that's good... Ahem! The winged beast... AAAaahh! F-fuck... it's been so... Hey! That's my... Oh, nevermind! Oooohhh! Aaaaaaahhh! Mmmmmnnnfffuuuuccckkk~" ''Pumping his stiff, throbbing fox-cock quickly produces a thick, goopy string of ghost-jizz at your feet. Falling completely breathless, the ghostly vulpine surrenders to the pleasure and goes limp around you as he rides out a well-fucked anal orgasm. Poor thing... he must've been pent up for so long! You happily stroke his knot while you hammer his prostate extra hard, eager to drain him completely of that burdensome lust. Plus, he clenches nice and tight around you when he's cumming, too. Fuck... you're pretty close now... it's not gonna be long before you finish this song together~ (text-style: "smear")[//Shhplap! Shhpllap! Shhhplap! Shhhplap!!! ''Shhhppplllllrrrrrrrkkkk~~''//] An animalistic grunt leaves your lungs as you finish. You're not sure why, but you lock the fox in a headlock while you fill his guts with jizz. It just feels right... plus, it's not like you can hurt him or anything! Your balls pulse as they slap into his doughy haunches, sending blasts of fresh cum spilling from your dick. The he-fox giggles as your warmth blossoms through him, playing some tender notes on his instrument while you fill him up. Stimulated by music and charm alike, you don't stop cumming until you've dumped every ounce of jizz you've got into his warmth. Mmm... warm... So... warm... so tight... ''"Oh... eheh! Uh... excuse me?"'' Your eyes had shuttered in the throes of your orgasm. When you open them again, the fox-boi is staring back at you with an embarrassed look on his face. Stroking his head, you ask him what's wrong. ''"Uh... Eheh... I don't think you were supposed to do that... I... Uh... You might've just accidentally..."'' What? You shush him, pressing a finger to those pencil-thin lips. Nothing could spoil this moment. That was the best lay of your life. If something snuck up and slit your throat right now, you'd die a happy man! ''"Pfft... hey! I'm serious... I think... I think you might've just died." '' //Oh.// Your lifeless, dried-up corpse lies on the floor of the crypt at your feet. It doesn't even look like you, it's so old-looking... but it's wearing your armor, and clutching your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers]. Looking down at yourself, you discover that you're now the very same type of spirit as your foxy lover! Panic overwhelms you as you pull out, unable to find the words to describe your horror. How did you... how did he... You didn't even feel it! ''"Eheh... I probably should've mentioned that part. You see, I found this old violin under the floorboards of the church one day. I didn't know something was off about it, so I took it to my next performance! Before I knew what had happened, the man sitting in the front row was coughing and wheezing, saying I'd put a curse on him. I swore I didn't... but nobody believed me. They (text-style: "fidget")[killed] me and buried me down here with it... And I've been alone ever since."'' Crouching down, you attempt to resuscitate yourself in vain. Sticking your ghostly hands into your decrepit body does nothing... you can only feel cold, lifeless flesh beneath your fingers. With a simple song, this unwitting strumpet just tore your soul out of your body while you filled his guts! ''"N-no hard feelings, right?! I'm so sorry... but hey! You're here with me now, right? And now that we're... you know... dead... we can just right back to fucking! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that... I've just always wanted a big, romantic stud like you to come along and sweep you off my feet. I can't believe it's finally happening~"'' You can be sad. You can be angry. But ultimately, it can't change your fate. Cleanly shriven from your body, your spirit form is all that remains of the adventurer you once were. Distraught and saddened, you fall back into the fox-boi's arms, and feel him pet your head with sympathy. Soon enough... you're back inside him. It feels better than anything... it takes all the feelings away. Playing his violin while you ravage his cute butt, the spectral strumpet welcomes you to the afterlife with happy, joyful moans~ You're just another corpse in the crypt now. Eventually, one of the dark one's minions loads your physical remains into a coffin and sets you down next to the fox's. Curiously, they also bring in a mattress for the two of you. This meager, joyless tomb becomes your entire world. Entwined with your twinky boi-wife for the rest of eternity, you blast countless loads of spirit-jizz up his cushy ass. The fox composes songs for you while you fuck him, using stories of your adventures to create jolly ballads to celebrate you. Words can't describe how much he cherishes your company. His emotions catch in his throat every time he cums, eternally thankful to finally have someone to share his afterlife with. All in all, it's not the loneliest place to die... but your quest goes unresolved. Buried balls-deep in the bard's cushy boy-pussy, evil gains another foothold in the world of the living... ''"It's just you and me, hun... forever, and ever, and ever... Forget everything you were trying to be, okay? All you need to do is be here. Be with me. You can't imagine what it's like to be alone, without an audience to play for. That loneliness, that soullessness... it used to be mine. But now I've got you. And I'll never stop playing for you~"'' (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Lured by the siren-call of a flirty musician, you unwittingly pass into the afterlife to become his eternally captive audience~] <hr> (set: $s6 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))You’re tempted to stay and soak in the music, but you know better than to presume innocence in this terrible place! Plugging your ears and running forward, you dive through the doorway before the bard can even turn to acknowledge you. The siren-strum of his instrument fades into the distance as you flee, until at last silence returns. You’ve never been so glad to be alone in the dark! As your emotions restabilize, you forge ahead. (if: $Spiders is 0)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Undead Mage (4)]]](if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Corvid Assassin (6)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Gothy Fruitbat (5)]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Dark Mural (7)]]]](if: $Spiders is 1)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Dark Mural (7)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Corvid Assassin (6)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Ominous Hole (2)]]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))You’d better make sure that the landing is clear before you drop. Though it means risking your only source of light, you figure the odds of something running off with it before you can follow are quite slim! Holding the torch over the crevasse, you take a deep breath, and let it slip from your fingertips. Bouncing once off the edges, the burning ball of flame sinks into the abyss, and… (text-style: "rumble")[''FWOOOOSH!!!''] The entire hallway ignites, catching fire in a few short moments! As it turns out, thousands of invisible strands of spiderweb had been strung up in wait. It doesn’t take long for all that silk to burn away, crumbling to cinders beneath the overbearing flame. You can hear something MASSIVE skittering away into the darkness… best not to dwell on it. Whatever it was, you doubt it’ll bother you again. Having narrowly avoided catastrophe, you breathe a sigh of relief before you take the plunge. You land on your feet, ready for battle. Unsurprisingly, you’re not met with any challengers. Given that you’d just set the entire room alight, you doubt any are waiting in the shadows. Retrieving your trusty torch, you set forth to chart the lower levels… (if: $Spiders is 1)[(if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Gothy Fruitbat (5)]]](if: $Seed is 7)[[[Continue->Werewolf Warrior (3)]]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Werewolf Soldier''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) An army is assembling down here in the dark. You can hear them in the distance. Clanking swords, exerted growls, stone-shaking marches. Who knows how much of this crypt has been cleared for military use? As usual, the true extent of the dark one’s power remains unseen. Like a knife clutched in the dark, the threat of an organized response to your intrusion keeps your nerves running high. There could be a hundred enchanted warriors assembling down here, awaiting the orders to ransack the countryside! Thunderous footsteps race down the hall, barreling in your direction! Panicking, you weave through a few tunnels to try and lose your aggressor. No such luck… he can smell you as clear as day. Rounding the bend, an armored werewolf bears down on you with a wicked grin. Bulky, well-trained, and grimly determined, his oily fur sticks out of every crack in his ill-fitting breastplate. Dense, masculine musk follows him into the room, smeared with the stench of his pent-up urges~ (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Werewolf.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Werewolf.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] ''“Heh… looks my nose was right! A surface-rat has come down to play~”'' Clutching a barbed broadsword in one of his mighty hands, the lupine warrior slathers the air with spit-soaked slurps of his tongue. The scent of your exertions, the smell of the surface… it’s driving him WILD. You can already see a lump forming in the base of his leather codpiece, bulging outwards with eager, lustful blood. ''“Another cut of meat for the larder! Ain’t much in the way of muscle on you… heh, this’ll be quick~”'' Your pulse pounds as the gigantic wolf-man encroaches, loud enough for him to hear. Frenzied by the sound of your pumping blood, the lupine spreads his arms and unleashes a monstrous howl! ''“On your knees, maggot! If you make this easy for me, I’ll consider keeping you to myself for the evening. If not… heh, the pack’s gonna LOVE breaking you in~”'' (either: "[[Advance! ->Werewolf Stocks]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: MMMMMM/M, Gangbang, Player Recieving, Entrapment, Living toy, Musk, Facefucking, Knotting, Sloppy Seconds, Public Use, Mindbreak//)] [[Strike the walls! ->Cave in!]]", "[[Strike the walls! ->Cave in!]] [[Advance! ->Werewolf Stocks]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: MMMMMM/M, Gangbang, Player Recieving, Entrapment, Living toy, Musk, Facefucking, Knotting, Sloppy Seconds, Public Use, Mindbreak//)]") <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>En Garde! You’re not frightened by his size one bit! Brandishing your blade, you align the tip to his throat and prepare to thrust! Determined to take him out in a single stab, you dance forward in a smooth, practiced advance! Unfortunately, your opponent advances first, slamming your weapon aside and trapping you in a tight grapple! Snatched up by those burly, hairy arms, your mouth is suddenly plugged by a pair of thick fingers! Depressing your tongue and petting the entrance to your throat, the wolf-man growls as he makes a mess out of your clothing! The brute strips off your clothing by the handful, savoring every squirm that harsh undressing produces. His meaty, wolfish breath beats over your shoulder as he unearths your curves, muttering happily every time he snatches something soft. ''“Mmmmm… just look at the curves on you! We’ve had a dire need for a new barracks bunny ever since the captain broke the last one. Heh… poor slut’s been leakin’ for a week~” '' Your poor cock isn’t excluded from the werewolf’s rampage! After shredding your pants down to nothing more than a makeshift thong, he tears off the front to get at your dick! You shudder nervously as he grips your junk within his burly fist, giving your balls a good squeeze. Compared to the massive, lupine bulge pressing against your back, you’re hopelessly outsized by this mighty warrior. Unthreatened by your shivering cock, he grinds his soft palm against you just to make you squirm even more. ''“Heh… Getting hard with my fingers down your throat? Pathetic… You’re gonna cum like crazy before I’m even done buckling you in~”'' Buckle you…// in?// //“Whoa!!!”// Your world turns sideways as you’re suddenly lugged off your feet! Legs dangling in the air, you’re carried like a sack of grain under the werewolf’s shoulder. With your back pressed into his smelly, sweat-soaked armpit, he starts down the hallway. Wolfishly whistling while he walks, the lupine ignores your every request to be released. The more you plead, the more that bulge in his underwear throbs... ''“Hang tight, almost there! Geez… so wriggly! Hope you’ve got some fight in you for the fun part~”'' The barracks are ahead. The rubble has been swept away, clearing roadways for stolen cargo. Ahead, the passage opens up to a loot-lined chamber, filled with racks of stolen weapons! Glittering armaments and sturdy shields are piled in proper order, ready for use. There’s enough in here to arm an entire battalion of warriors! A gulp slides down your throat as you imagine how many more soldiers are lurking in the shadows. There’s a nonzero chance that each of them will have their way with you before you can slip away… And that’s when you see it. Standing in the middle of the room, thoroughly soaked with sexual juices… your new home: A crude, leather-lined stockade. ''“Heh… Get a good look at it, //fucktoy//. Built it myself! Perfect for breaking intruders into needy, bawling sluts for the rest of the battalion.”'' Mounted atop a sturdy board and staked into the earth, the wooden contraption is almost identical to those you’ve seen in the town or the city. Three leather-lined holes are cut into the headboard: Two for your arms, and one for your head! Separated by a sturdy latch, a beefy lock on the side assures your absolute stillness. To make matters worse, a hefty board has been mounted behind it, providing support for you to lie on your stomach. This device isn’t made for punishment… It's built for public use! //SLAM!// You’re thrown over that sex-soaked board before you can even protest, your neck crammed into that tight, collar-like slot. Your captor’s beefy hand holds you steady while you’re buckled into that humiliating fuck-rack. Swinging shut; the pillory seizes you in its jaws! The wolf-man chuckles as he turns the key, marveling at his handiwork as you squirm within your bindings. It’s no use… despite your best efforts, you can barely even make those boards tremble! The sight of a freshly-bound slut stirs the lupine soldier’s lust, unbuckling his pants to stroke his lengthening cock. ''“Mmm… now that’s a better look for you! Hope you’re getting cozy, because you’re gonna be sleeping in there~”'' The werewolf snorts, slamming his fat, fuzzy sheath down between your asscheeks! Your blood runs cold as you feel the tip of his lupine cock begin to emerge, smearing the small of your back with potent fuck-grease. Gripping your sides and pumping his hips, he lets you feel the length of his shaft. Your own cock appears pathetic by comparison, hopelessly pinned between those leather-lined boards and your own tummy. Aligning with your asshole, a toe-curling growl curls from his lupine lips~ //ShhhHHllllRRRrrrrRKK!!!// ''//“Mmmnnfffuck… So tight~”//'' Your vision becomes fuzzy as that fat, greasy wolf-cock buries itself into your rear! Lubed up by a slimy spurt of fresh pre, it sinks into your guts all the way down to the knot! With a firm grip on your sides and a wag in his tail, there’s nothing to stop him from using your ass like a fleshlight. Sharp, angry-sounding plaps fill the room as he starts to rut you, savoring the clenches of your virgin anus. Flattening your prostate with every thrust, pain and pleasure start to mingle in your mind as you strain against the pillory. //Shhhhllllkkk! Shhhhhlllllkkk! Shhhhhhhlllllkkk!// Droplets of slobber splatter against your back as he fucks you, his steamy jaws just frothing with enchanted lust. The dark one’s soldiers have been augmented with furious, carnal violence at their master’s whims. Your strained, discomforted wheezes are like music to his ears! Thrust after thrust of that searing cockmeat pries you open, molding your insides to the perfect shape to take werewolf dick. Those mighty, hairy wolf-nuts wetly slap against your own, sloshing with a half-gallon of fresh spunk each. Hissing insults between every snarl, your captor gloats between every slam of his muscular hips! ''“//Grrrrgrrrrrrrwwwll…// That’s it… Take it! Take it, you fucking whore… You’re the pack’s property now! You’ll be in this pillory until you break, until you beg, until you’re nothing but a worthless, wide-eyed slut! I wonder how long it’ll be until you forget your own name!”'' Every draw of his hips brings that thick, bulbous wolf-knot pressing at your entrance! Thicker than both your fists drawn together, it mercilessly punches its way into your guts. The pillory shudders every time it tries to force itself in. Howling dominantly, a final pump of those hairy hips sends it burrowing inside your broken backdoor! With your mind ruined by wolf-musk, the wires in your brain cross just long enough to force a humiliating orgasm out of you! Snugly locked with your aching hips, your captor leans down to knot-bang you until he’s satisfied. After a few minutes of snarly, angry mating, you’re relieved by a jet of white-hot wolf jizz soaking your insides! //SPPLLRRRRRRCCCCHHH!!!!// Breathing slowly, you catch your breath as the plapping finally stops. Having tired himself out, the werewolf briefly rests atop your cushy back, sweating into you like a towel. It was rough, painful, and all-around humiliating… but at least it’s over for now! ''“OY! Get in here, you lot! Caught another one! If you’re looking to fuck em’ while they’re still fresh, you’d better get those cocks ready!”'' //… Uh Oh.// From down the hall, you can hear his fellow soldiers howling back! One by one, an entire cadre of burly wolfmen fill the room, forming a circle around you. Eyeing you up and unbuckling their pants, the foggy stench of manly cock-musk fills the air. Fat, fuzzy sheaths drop into view. Your captor keeps fucking your ass while they stream in, plowing you full of his spunk while they look on and cheer. Like a pack of timber wolves surrounding a fresh kill, they size you up and lick their chops, preparing to close in… ''“Oooh, he’s cute~” “Look at the thighs on that bitch!” “Dibs on his throat!” “Think he’s a swallower?”'' With his balls drained and the crowd assembled, your captor yanks his knot out of your ass with a gooey //POP!// Staining your hips with a harsh spank, he dries his cock off on your thigh and marches out of the room. “He’s all yours! Show this little “hero” what awaits all of his pathetic kind!” Howling in unison, his lupine kin close in. Fat, pre-slickened cocks converge on you from all angles, pressing down into your flesh! Incited into a gangbang by the stench of your submission, the lupine soldiers use your exposed flesh to get themselves excited! A dozen beefy hands seize your arms and legs, dragging you over to the pack’s hungry hips. At any given time, you can feel over seven different cocks dragging themselves over your skin, soaking you in oily, wolf-scented pre! As their knots begin to emerge from their sheaths, they divvy themselves up over your orifices, fighting for claim over your tightest holes~ ''“Heh… Open up, fucktoy.” “Think he’ll choke?” “Not if he wants dinner~”'' A particularly insistent cock prods at your lips, buttering your face with heady splurts of precum. Breathlessly panting from all that humping, you’re unable to stop that wolf from stuffing his shaft down your throat! Your lips smack against a bulbous knot as those hips fill your vision. If you had a gag reflex to lose, it’s thankfully ripped away by the taste of that hot, sweat-soaked wolf shaft! Your whimpery protests turn to whorish, slutty moans. Force-fed mouthfuls of sloppy, unwashed musk and gooey precum, your body loosens up for the rest of the pack. ''“Mmmm… he’s begging for it now~” “Grab what you can! He’ll only be loose for a little while longer!”'' Another pair of werewolves slot their shafts into your hands, guiding your fingers down to the base of their bulbous members. Freshly oiled with sadistic lust, they spurt juices over your wrists as you start to stroke. Pumping their cocks in time with the warrior fucking your face, you rub those dicks from knot-to-tip! Feeling those blood-filled cockveins pulsing between your fingers is supremely satisfying, and squeezing them is your only reprieve from the harsh fucking you’re taking from both ends! ''“Move aside! I get first pick!” “Hey! I was here first!” “Think he’s done cumming yet?”'' The rest of the pack forms a line behind your cum-slathered thighs, stroking their cocks to get ready for their turn. One at a time, they pry you apart and stuff you with dick, using your previous partner’s jizz as lube! And they aren’t polite about it, either. Fucking you like a living, clenching toy, they stuff you full of throbbing cock and wring out every bit of resistance your guts are willing to give! Grunting and huffing, they slam their hips into your ruined, cum-soaked thighs until you’re loose enough to tie. The air floods out of your lungs every time one of those knots stretches you open, and you don’t take another breath until they’re done dumping cum into you. After the fourth soldier finishes emptying his nuts up your asshole, you’re so bloated that it all just gushes out the moment they pull out! Setting a bucket between your legs to catch the excess, your abused asshole fountains out thick cum between every plowing… //POP! SPPLLRRRRRrrrrrcchchhhh!!! POP! SppPPlLPPrRRRRrrrCChhhh! POP! SPPppLllrRrrch!!// By the time they’re done with you, not a single muscle in your body is responsive. Every single inch of you has been soaked in sweat or cum, and only a miniscule portion of it is your own! The pack takes turns blowing loads over your face and back, painting you with sloppy ropes of white. Your belly is utterly stuffed with fresh werewolf pups. It feels like you just down an entire cauldron of chunky stew… guess you don’t have to worry about going hungry down here! As the last of them leaves, you instantly fade into unconsciousness. Exhausted from hours of growly, feral sex with the werewolf pack’s finest warriors, you dream of nothing but the fluids dripping down your legs… … You wake up to another wolf-man blowing a load into your guts. As a permanent installation in the barracks, your adventuring career ends as a limp, overused pair of holes for the pack to empty their balls into! Strapped into that pillory 24/7, the dark one’s growing army is almost constantly using you. Utterly brainwashed by that much wolf-musk, you come to crave the feeling of your throat being stretched open. Making slutty noises to entertain your captors, you’re completely mindbroken in under a week. The soldier who captured you takes the honor of renaming you, fitting your neck with a choker that reads “knot-socket”. Dressed up in slutty clothing and allowed to wander the barracks, your heroic task is forgotten completely. Fawning over the dark one’s enchanted hoard, your new life as a werewolf chew toy begins… (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Snatched and sloppily gangbanged by the dark one's werewolf army, your new life as a brainless, cum-addicted pack-slut begins.]<hr> (set: $s8 to 1)

(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>There’s no way you’ll slug it out with this beefy brute! Even if you did get past that sword, you doubt you could finish him off before backup arrives! Searching your surroundings for a way to gain the edge, you notice that this portion of the tunnels is particularly worn-down. Unmaintained and rapidly deteriorating, there’s a nasty-loooking crack off to your left! That might be just what you need. ''“Heh… c’mere!”'' The werewolf growls, launching into action! You narrowly evade his sword as it clips a few hairs off your scalp, brushing over your ear! Ducking under his outstretched arms, you trade positions with the lupine soldier. Now or never! Reeling back, you strike the side of the tunnel with as much force as you can muster! //RUUMMMBBLLEEE!!!// ''“W-what?! Shit! Get clear!”'' Your blow strikes true! The ground shudders as years of erosion take their toll, sending a shower of stones tumbling down from the ceiling! Your assailant gasps as the cave-in begins, making a mad dash out of the tunnel! You swiftly follow suit, dashing away from the widening cracks in the wall! The deafening roar of ten tons of earth crashing inwards accompanies the crumbling earth. Narrowly evading the rubble, you can feel the dust nipping your heels as you turn back. A giant, earthen wall of disturbed earth now separates you from the werewolf. You can hear him growling and cursing on the other side. He’s lost your scent in the dust! Your heart pounds as you observe the carnage, finding satisfaction. You’d better leave before the werewolf runs you down again… (if: $Spiders is 0)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Ghostly Bard (1)]]](if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Undead Mage (4)]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]]](if: $Spiders is 1)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Dark Mural (7)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Ghostly Bard (1)]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 7)[[[Continue->Corvid Assassin (6)]]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Undead Mage''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) You can't help but think about how much knowledge this place must hold. The dead that were buried here come from all walks of life, from nobles to peasants. This crypt is a library of lived experience, storing the remains of lives that were filled with simple truths and wild excitement. If they could talk, you wonder what they would share. Who knows... maybe someone buried in here knew something extraordinary. A dark, chilling secret that they took to their grave. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="DeerMage.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="DeerMage.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] //Flip... Flip... Flip...// You can hear something up ahead! Just around the bend, you can hear something... fluttering? No... it's the turning of pages! There's a dim light too. Someone must be reading! Seizing the opportunity, you round the corner with your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] drawn... and find yourself face-to-face with a pale-looking mage! ''"GAH!!! Hey, get that thing out of my face!"'' Dressed in old, tight-fitting academic robes, a rather slim-looking deer scampers backward as you stare him down. Scruffy-looking and nerdy, he adjusts a pair of cracked glasses resting atop his nose. Poorly built and kinda lanky, he actually looks pretty androgynous. If you were viewing him from behind, you might've mistook his long, blond hair for a cute doe! He's got cute, stubby antlers, but they barely count as a studly rack. Those thigh-high socks and thick gloves certainly aren't doing him any favors in the manly department. Clutching a faded-looking tome, he hides behind it feebly. ''"Oh no... Not again! Please, don't kill me again... I swear I wasn't trying to break the law! I just wanted to help people... H-here! Let me show you! I can... uh... I've been practicing!!! I can give you a boon! Promise!!!"'' He honestly sounds terrified. Cowering before you, the timid deer gives you the shakiest smile you've ever seen. Dispatching him would probably be trivial... but then again, you'd rather not mess with magic, no matter how inexperienced. (either: "[[Strike him down!->Shrunken Battery]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Shrinking, Macro/Micro, Living Clothing, Excessive Musk, Energy Drain, Enslavement//)] [[Hear him out?]]", "[[Hear him out?]] [[Strike him down!->Shrunken Battery]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Shrinking, Macro/Micro, Living Clothing, Excessive Musk, Energy Drain, Enslavement//)]") <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))You're not taking any chances. This undead deer-boi's going back in the ground before he can trick you! Aiming your blade towards his belly, you surge forward with murderous intent. Panicking, the femmy mage throws up his hands in self-defense! ''"AAAAAAH! Nono!!! Stop!!!"'' //''GlllLLRRRRRRRRRZZZZZTT!!!!''// ..!!! Out of nowhere, a blast of pure-black magic erupts from his fingertips! His big, frightened eyes are suddenly swallowed by oozing, cosmic darkness. The beam strikes you square in the chest, arcing magical energy all through your body! You try to force your way through the magical torrent... but with a furious growl, he tosses you backward with a push of his palm! Writhing and struggling against the floor, the apprentice mage bathes you in crackling black lightning! ''"I WON'T LET YOU!!!"'' He screams, intensifying the ray. A shivering, nightmarish emptiness throbs through you. Something is happening to you... but you're not sure what! Whatever spell he's casting doesn't seem to be killing you outright. Blackness seizes your vision, the last thing you feel is the distant sensation of falling... ... ... ...Huh? Well, good news first. You're not dead! Your body is seemingly intact, and after a short nap, you've fully regained your senses. Certainly a welcome development! The bad news? You're half an inch tall, lying helplessly in the mage-deer's palm while he looks at you mischievously. ''"Oh good! You're not dead!!!"'' He chirps, stooping down to look at your miniature figure. His warm, flowery breath flows over you in a great big gust, blowing back your hair. The tables have turned completely: Now YOU'RE the one cowering in his grip! ''"Heehee! I've never managed to do that before... huh! Well, there's a first time for everything. How do you feel? Are you, uh... feeling sick? Cause I can put you down if that's the case..."'' You're naked, too. Shrunk right out of your armor, he probably had to fish around in your discarded clothing to find you in there! Hoisting you high into the air, he observes you with studious interest.'' "Well, Mr. Meanie... what exactly am I going to do with you, huh? You know, you're not the first person to try and stab me for practicing the forbidden arts! The last time somebody charged me while I was reading out of that tome... uh... well, let's just say it ended differently. That's why I'm in here, actually! I thought I was dead and that was it... until just this morning."'' You're not here to chat. Waving a fist in his giant deer face, you demand that he change you back to normal size! Your protests are met with a giggle, and he playfully jostles you about in his grip. ''"Awwww... but why should I do that? I'm honestly getting sick of people trying to stab me. I thought I was over it the first time... but now, I'm getting really sick of it!!! And after all that time I spent dead... I'm starting to think that being the good guy isn't worth the effort. Oooh... and this tome is giving me all sorts of ideas~"'' Pulling you closer to his mouth, he extends his giant, slobber-soaked deer tongue! You yelp as the doe-boi gives you a full-body slurping, gluing you to his palm with fresh twink-saliva! Girlishly huffing, he passes you over his tongue over and over, scraping off all your flavor. For him, it's like licking a piece of candy... but for you, every lash of his tongue is like getting plowed over by a carriage. Your struggling feels pleasant against his tastebuds... at that moment, he's tempted to just open his mouth and drop you in for a quick snack! But this mage isn't that mean. Soon enough, his big, bright eyes are looking down at you again. ''"Mmmm... I can taste all your mana. So much magical potential, wasted on a magic-hating dummy like you! You don't mind if I take it, right? Heh... might be all you're good for now, anyway. I don't even know how to change you back~"'' Well... that's not good. Giggling with excitement, the sinister deer unbuckles the front of his magus robes with his free hand! You watch as his lithe, feminine figure emerges from within. The only thing he's wearing under there is a pair of panties, containing his cute, pudgy package! This nerd's got a cute pair of thighs, too. If you weren't already embarrassed to be shrunk by some pathetic apprentice, then you're flushing bright red as he starts to reel you toward his waist! The smell of his soft, flowery skin envelopes you in a haze, along with... sweat. Musty, stinky, smelly stores of raw, salty sweat. The smell is already strong... and unfortunately, it's about to get much stronger. //Sttreeeeeeettch~// ''"Step one: Get the sacrifice to swear fealty to you. I think this'll do the trick~"'' The femboy stretches open his panties in the front, opening them up to slide your tiny form inside! Yelling with protest, you're unable to deter him before he drops you down into his steamy, musky underwear! Your fall is broken by his cute, soft cockflesh. Still coated with spit, you gently slide down his member until you're nose-to-tip with his shaft! Big, soft, and oh-so-smelly, his cock forces you back into the latex-ey material of his undergarments with lazy pulses. Once you're snugly situated in the front of his waistband, he SNAPS! it shut with a dramatic flourish, effectively shrink-wrapping you against his doe-dick! You're a bulge now. A tiny, insignificant bulge inside this pretty mage's underwear. Giggling with glee and rubbing you from the outside, the femboy greedily presses you into his fun-sized package. The soft, doughy meat of his dick envelops you like a mattress, throbbing and pulsing as his excitement builds. And by the goddesses above, does it stink! This deer hasn't had a shower in over a century, meaning there's literally DECADES worth of man-musk built up around his crotch fur. Every suffocating breath of his savage ball-musk makes you contort and writhe with lust-induced agony. Somehow, it's simultaneously the manliest thing you've smelled and the worst thing you've ever inhaled! After only thirty seconds of being swamped in his panty-stench, it soaks so deeply into your fur that you'll never get it out... ''"Fuuuuuck... W-wow... you're really in there... Eheh... OOooo! That feels so gooooooood~ Gosh, I've never pushed somebody around like this before! Normally, I'm the one with my face full of mage-cock... this is a nice change of pace~" ''Throwing his hands behind his head, the doe-boi starts to hump the air, plowing his cock into your shrunken chest! Stretching his panties feels so good with a toy to tease... He just can't help it! Blood starts to pump through his manhood, burling it out to smother you even deeper. His cockslit starts to clench, gnawing at your chest hungrily. If you're not careful, you could very well end up as a lump in his balls... //Spppllrrrrrttttt~// A blast of precum hits you point-blank, glazing you in hot, salt-seeped boi-juices. For him, it's just the tiniest bead of pleasure, only enough to make a tiny stain in his panties. But shrunken and smothered against the tap, it's like being hit with a fucking tidal wave of raw, juicy musk! Inevitably, some of it drizzles into your mouth. Your taste buds are flooded with the warm, creamy goodness of fresh femboy-juice. Huffing its scent and licking it off your lips, you're utterly overpowered by the virile density of that villainous concoction. Huh... maybe this isn't so bad after all. For somebody who's been dead for a few centuries, his precum is far more fresh and flower than anything you've smelled down here. In fact... it might be the yummiest thing you've had in a while... ''"Mrrrrrrr... T-take it! Yeah... that's right! I'm your master now! Gah... Why does this feel so much better than... uhfff... masturbating~"'' Up until this point in his existence, this cute, femmy mage has known nothing but the bottom of the fuckpile. Humiliated and bullied for his glasses and his wimpy physique, he's had is ass slapped so many times he's lost count! But now, with an adorable, pathetic tiny pinned beneath his manhood, sucking down his musk... Oh, this feels GOOD. Your useless, pitiful struggles are only added pleasure as he dry-fucks his tight panties. You're the first person he's ever dominated. Before, it was impossible... but now, it's all he wants. //''SHHHPPPLLRRRRRRTTTT!!! SHHHPPLLRRRRRRTTT!!! SHHHHHPPLLRRRRRTTT!!!''// Without warning, he fills his tight, form-hugging panties with a fresh blast of cum! Your vision goes white as his monster-sized cock just lets loose, painting you with gush after gush of fresh boy-cream. It's like being battered by a hundred-foot-tall waterfall, only warmer, thicker, and muskier! The only thing louder than the sound of his cum splattering over you is the giant, loud, huffy moans of girlish arousal that spill from his lips. You nearly drown in that flood of spunk. There isn't an inch of your shrunken that escapes unscathed from his orgasm. Limp and brainless from being force-fed so much musk and cum, you lay back as he reaches down to retrieve you from his filled underwear. ''"Teehee! So, what's it gonna be, slut?"'' Ruined, soaked, and marked with his deer scent, you're raised back up to his eyes for a proper assessment. ''"Ready to hand over all that juicy mana? C'mon... swear yourself to ME."'' ...Do you really have a choice? You barely survived your encounter with this giant mage's cock! Hanging your head in shrunken shame, you mutter absolute fealty to him. As soon as those humiliating words leave your lips, you feel something change inside of you. Like a lock snapping around your soul, you can't take it back. Ever. You're this pathetic, undead mage's tiny, pathetic toy now. ''"Awww, yisss!!!"'' Prancing around happily, you're violently shaken while the deer-boi dances in celebration! Yanking you into his soft chest, he snuggles you like a stuffed animal while he murrs with happiness. To be honest, you're just happy that he hasn't accidentally squished you... ''"Gosh, who knew the forbidden arts were so FUN! Ooh, I am gonna take such good care of you... Heehee! Now it's time for the extra fun part! Let's see... Step 2: Extract essence through ritual sacrifice. Huh? Nah, that can't be right. I think I'll just put you back under my cock and see if that works."'' SWOOSH! Before you can even get a word in, he stretches his panties back open and stuffs you back in! This time, instead of being pinned up against his cocktip, he places you between his shaft and his hot, musky sack. At your miniature size, you can't possibly hope to remove that giant, flaccid femboy-cock from above you. Even though it reeks of cum and ball-musk, you find yourself oddly drowsy in there. Gosh... since when did you get so sleepy? Tucked under all that hot, juicy flesh... his cute, taught ballsack is more than cozy enough to serve as a mattress. You're just gonna... close your eyes... for a little... while... Zzzzzzzz... //Blllllzzzztt... Bllllllzzzzztt... Bllllzzzzzttt~// While you rest, your magical energies are siphoned out of your shrunken body. Even though you're a quarter of your size, you still contain the same amount of mana at full size! Arcane strength surges through his body as he wrings you out for all you're worth. With all that juicy magic sucked out, new power bristles at his fingertips! Giggling with glee, the boi-mage gives his cock an affectionate pat, before resuming his studies. ''"Ahhh... One stupid adventurer, turned into a mana-battery for the rest of his life! I don't think I can change him back even if I wanted to... Heehee! Well, this is quite the development. I imagine that mastering dark magic will be much easier with a fresh supply of mana trapped under my cock. Mmm.... fufu~"'' Flip... Flip... Flip... ... You'll never escape him. For as long as you live, his panties will be your entire life. Shrunken down to the size of a mere toy, and wriggling beneath his over-eager manhood. After only a few days of practice, the deer mage hones his mana-siphoning abilities to perfection. The instant you manage to regenerate some of your spellcasting strength, he sucks it out with a simple pulse of his cock! You're a living battery now... drained of your magic and baked in endless waves of mind-destroying musk. When you're not being used to power his spells, he uses your tiny, pathetic body to masturbate with. Virile loads of deer-jizz splatter your body day after day, brainwashing you into a perfect, complacent tiny toy~ (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Shrunken down and enslaved as a mana-battery for a femmy deer, you spend the rest of your life soaking up his addictive blend of flowery musk~]<hr> (set: $s9 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))Huh… You know what? Sure! This harmless little twink doesn’t look like he can do any real damage. Something about his sniveling, nerdy demeanor seems too cowardly to try anything dirty. Lowering your weapon, you hesitantly agree to his offer. Gasping with relief, the poor thing nearly falls over! You tap your foot impatiently while the deer rights himself, flipping through his tome to administer a “blessing”. ''“Uh… okay… um… Oh! This one! Greater Undead Ward! Yeah, this ought to do the trick down here. Heehee… Get ready for a serious power-up!”'' Cracking his knuckles, the deer-boi chants something dark and demonic under his breath. You just stand there, trying not to shift too much. You’re not really sure what the procedure is for this sort of thing, so the two of you just wait for something to happen. ''“Ahem! //Ungues noctis… uh… non v-valebunt me peri… Nope! Uh… pertranseundo obice, et in cord-ey meo cognoscam Key-a… no, wait, Quia! lux divina…//”'' He sounded pretty confident at the start, but the more he stutters through the chant, the less certain you feel that he’s actually reading it right! Adjusting his glasses and pausing to tilt his tome, he’s starting to tremble. Nothing’s really happening to you… You don’t feel sanctified or anything. Is it supposed to feel like that? You ask him to hurry it up, to which he responds with a flustered apology. ''“Ahh! Geez, I’m sorry… I’m kinda new to this? Well, not really… Ack! I lost my spot… y-you don’t mind if I start over, right?”'' He tries again, but this attempt is even more disastrous than the first! He’s stuttering so hard that you can’t even make out what he’s saying half the time! The twink’s shaky hands utterly fail to keep their spellcasting form, twitching like crazy. Eventually, he just falls silent, blushing hot with embarrassment and shame. Geez… you kinda feel bad for the guy! But before you can move forward and comfort him, he storms off into the darkness! ''“I’m so sorry!!! Please, just go!!!”'' Huh… well, that’s that. (if: $Spiders is 0)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Corvid Assassin (6)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Dark Mural (7)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Gothy Fruitbat (5)]]]](if: $Spiders is 1)[(if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Ominous Hole (2)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Corvid Assassin (6)]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Werewolf Warrior (3)]]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Kobold Trapper''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) Most of the crypt’s tunnels are undefended, leaving you to roam about freely. You'd imagined significantly more resistance! Perhaps the fearsome reputation of this place is enough to dissuade most adventurers. Either that or this fortresses' fortifications are far more subtle... ''TWAAAANNG!!!'' Out of nowhere, something tightens around your ankle, yanking you off your feet! Brilliantly camouflaged amidst the rubble, the loop of a tight-knit snare catches you completely off guard Hoisted by some unseen contraption, you're strung to the ceiling like a fish at the market! Blood rushes to your head as you dangle upside-down, flailing with terror. Your movements jangle a set of bells weaved into the top of the rope, announcing that you've been apprehended... Paralyzed by the danger and dizzy from the constant swinging, it takes you a few minutes to recover from your daze. Unfortunately, you've already attracted the attention of the snare's scheming architect. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Kobold.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Kobold.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] ''"Nyeheheh... Oh, dear! Someone wasn't paying close enough attention. *slurp~* How unfortunate for kobold-prey. I must thank you for ringing the dinner-bells so loudly. I prefer my meals to be nice and fresh~"'' Short and plump, a wide-hipped kobold emerges into the chamber, brandishing a greasy lantern. Standing at about half your height, the diminutive dragon-kin slinks about with a slight hunch. His shrewd, discerning eyes look you up and down with immense interest. Like a butcher sizing up a premium cut of juicy meat, his toothy jaws are already wet with slobber! The lizard's prey-bulked tail snickers across the ground rhythmically. Patting his soft-scaled belly, he prepares to make a feast of you. //GrrrrGGrrggRRGrrgrRGRrggggllrrrrggg~// ''"Mmhmmm... you're going to make me nice and fat~"'' The situation is dire, but you're not out of options yet! Luckily, your blade is still within reach. Upside-down and struggling, you've got to escape from this kobold's clutches! (either: "[[Strike the kobold!->Kobold Chow]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Kobold Pred Bondage, Stripping, Smaller Pred, Melty Digestion, Belly-Fucking, Fatal, Disposal.//)] [[Cut the rope!]]", "[[Cut the rope!]] [[Strike the kobold!->Kobold Chow]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Kobold Pred Bondage, Stripping, Smaller Pred, Melty Digestion, Belly-Fucking, Fatal, Disposal.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Imperious Phantom''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) A villainous belly-laugh echoes through the spooky hall, accompanying a cold, bone-chilling breeze. Your torch flickers as a shimmering, decadent figure emerges from the shadows, clad in regal purple robes! The ghost of a rich-looking tiger materializes out of thin air, licking his chops with malicious intent. Unbuttoned down the middle, the feline’s well-fed chest hangs out into the open air, letting you gawk at his rich, fluffy pecs. He’s built like a proper bear, with thick, broad shoulders supporting two beefy spectral arms. The regal spirit strides towards you with open arms, boots clacking heavily against the tiling! (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Tiger.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Tiger.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] ''“Well, aren’t you a strapping young fellow? Plucky, bright eyes, cute thighs… heh, oh, you’ll do nicely.”'' The tiger purrs, lust rumbling in his throat. He extends a clawed hand set with heavy rings towards you, beckoning dominantly. ''“Now, now… don’t be alarmed. I’m not going to hurt you. I merely wish to offer you employment~''” ''“Now that I’m back from the dead, I’ll need a full-time fuckslave while I rebuild my estate. Come, boy… let me pillow you (text-style: "rumble")[ROTTEN] while I get my affairs in order. You’re perfect harem-material~”'' He’s not taking no for an answer! Beneath that regal cloak, you can just tell he’s bristling with strength. This man must’ve been quite powerful when he was alive… there’s no telling how strong he is in combat. His fancy dress pants are sporting quite a bulge, too… Unless you want to call this ghostly tiger ”daddy”for the rest of your life, you’d better reject his advances with a little force! (either: "[[Strike him!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Anal sex, Player Recieving, Hypnosis, Dilf, Striptease, Mindbreak, Cumflation, Enslavement//)] [[Belittle him!]]", "[[Belittle him!]] [[Strike him!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Anal sex, Player Recieving, Hypnosis, Dilf, Striptease, Mindbreak, Cumflation, Enslavement//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Cackling Cultist''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) The darkness that pervades the air isn’t just corruptive: it’s powerful. For some, that’s all they need to seek this place. Cowardly, ambitious souls that could not achieve greatness of their own accord, stumbling through the dark in search of a master to serve. Blindly chasing power on the heels of those who possess it, oblivious to the consequences. The allure of strength is just too difficult to resist for some. Even if it means shedding their own humanity, and forcing others to do the same. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Cultist.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Cultist.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] ''“Eheheh… Oh, you’ll be perfect!”'' You whirl around. There’s a figure behind you, cloaked in a tattered, pitch-black hood adorned with fearsome markings. The hood covers his eyes, although you can see the tip of his pale chin poking ouf from beneath the coverings. Concealed between his sleeves, something sharp and ornate glints in his grip. ''“Whoops! Mmm… sorry if I startled you, big guy. It’s just… I’ve been following you for a little while, and I think I can help you!”'' Throwing on a fluttery, kind-sounding voice, the cheery stranger tips off the hood of his robe. He’s a sheep of some sort, sporting a messy trim of whitish hair that contrasts with his pallid skin. Bright eyed and innocent, he looks at you with unmistakeable admiration. Shorter and stouter than you, it’s safe to assume that he’s not an immediate threat.'' “I know what you’re trying to do down here. If you’re gonna take on the dark one, you’re gonna need some backup! Fortunately, I know just the guy who can help! He’s big, strong, and just… //Mmnn, fuck… So hot~//”'' Blushing a little, the flirty sheep outstretches his hand. From his fingertips, a heinous, gut-wrenching flicker of hellfire blossoms into the air! ''“Allll you gotta do is let me make a quick mark on your back! Then you’ll get to be a vessel for his power… Heehee! Just like //me~//”'' (either: "[[Brandish your blade!]] [[Retreat!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Posession, Growth, Transformation, Player Giving, Cock expansion, Cum inflation, enslavement//)]", "[[Retreat!]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Posession, Growth, Transformation, Player Giving, Cock expansion, Cum inflation, enslavement//)] [[Brandish your blade!]]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''East Wing''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))(if: $Spiders is 0)[(set: $Seed to (random: 1,6))](if: $Spiders is 1)[(set: $Seed to (random: 1,7))] The east wing of the tomb lies ahead, ablomb with foul malignity. This tunnel looks more well-tread than the other. An attempt has been made to rienforce the archway at the entrance, hinting at greater strategic purpose. Perhaps the living have yet to fully forsake this place? In any case, the path to the dark one demands that you clear it! (if: $Spiders is 0)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Venture within->Dark Mural (7)]]](if: $Seed is 2)[[[Venture within->Gothy Fruitbat (5)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Venture within->Undead Mage (4)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Venture within->Ghostly Bard (1)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Venture within->Werewolf Warrior (3)]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Venture within->Corvid Assassin (6)]]]](if: $Spiders is 1)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Venture within->Gothy Fruitbat (5)]]](if: $Seed is 2)[[[Venture within->Corvid Assassin (6)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Venture within->Ghostly Bard (1)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Venture within->Werewolf Warrior (3)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Venture within->Undead Mage (4)]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Venture within->Ominous Hole (2)]]](if: $Seed is 7)[[[Venture within->Dark Mural (7)]]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) Hmmm... Maybe you can work this situation to your advantage? You're not really in the mood to barter with some random monsterboy. Aside from that ridiculous ass he's packing, he looks pretty scrawny! Heh... easy pickings. One good scare outta send him fluttering off! Then you'll get that pile of fruit all to yourself~ //"RAAAAAAAHHH!!!"// Waving your arms and screaming curses, you madly flail your weapon around. You've never really intimidated anybody before, so you improvise as best you can! As it turns out, you're not really thespian material. Unimpressed, the bat-boi glares at you with a withering expression of pure annoyance. ''"Uh... What was that?"'' The gothy bat-twink snorts, shifting off the sofa. Rising to his feet, he puts a sassy hand to his jiggly hip and gives you a venomous leer. ''"Seriously? Goddamn it... I really don't wanna deal with this right now. Can you just... get out of here? Like... fuck off?"'' Uh... huh. Well, that kind of worked! You don't feel very good about it, but you've successfully annoyed this shapely stranger into wanting you gone! Sheepishly shuffling past his fruit-pile, you hear him say something unkind under his breath as he goes back to his feast. You actually don't feel very good about that one... In fact, you were definitely an asshole back there. Beating a hasty retreat, you vanish deeper into the crypt before you can feel too guilty about it. (if: $Spiders is 0)[(if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Ghostly Bard (1)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Undead Mage (4)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Corvid Assassin (6)]]]](if: $Spiders is 1)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Werewolf Warrior (3)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Undead Mage (4)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Undead Mage (4)]]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))Despite his overwhelming size, you can see fear in the darkness of his eyes. Deep, primal, and urgent, there’s something about you that stills his blade. Following his gaze, you discover that he’s warily watching your torch-arm! Aha! Placing your flame between you and the chieftain, you press forward with a confident glare. At first, he doesn’t move… but once that fire is flickering against his elbows, he starts to step backwards with uncertainty. ''“(text-style: "shudder")[Gah!] You little… Auugh! It //bites//! Put it away!”'' He howls, shifting from side to side to avoid the blaze. You don’t give him a moment to rest. Finding the tip of your torch wherever he ducks, the barbaric rat-man is driven back against the wall. Tail lashing and breathing hard, you motion towards the open hallway with a tilt of your head. ''“F-fine! I will take my leave… (text-style: "rumble")[HEY!] I yeild, I yeild… foolish surface-dweller. It will be out soon enough… and then you’ll //belong// to the pack. (text-style: "fidget")[Skeheheh~]”'' Hissing with insubordination, the alpha makes one final attempt to advance… but a thump of your torch on his chest quickly dissuades him! Some of his chest-fluff catches alight, which he madly pats down as he flees! His slender rat-tail vanishes down the corridor as his footsteps thump away, leaving you alone once more. That was a close one… but an informative encounter nonetheless! [[Your reward awaits!->Ghostfire Pillar 1]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))First things first... you'd better beat back that kobold before he can make a meal out of you! Swinging wildly, you slash at the tiny reptile as best you can. Your blows are awkward and weighty, being swung from upside-down. Prancing away, the kobold ducks your strikes, goading you into attack over and over. Again and again, you strike, hoping to send him skittering off into the dark... but he's always just out of reach! Panting and trembling, you soon succumb to exhaustion, unable to sustain the offensive. A pounding headache sets in as you dangle upside-down... ''"Hee-heeh! Aww... you almost had me that time. Keep trying! Struggling brings out the flavor."'' The kobold cackles. When you pause to catch your breath, he darts behind you with blinding speed, climbing up your shoulders! Unsheathing a skinning knife, he strips away the straps of your armor! No amount of wriggling is enough to throw him off. Shredded away, your clothing floats the floor in a ruined, slashed-up heap.'' "Mmm... perfect. Such a large portion... I can't remember the last time I caught one this big!"'' You're far more appetizing now. No more coarse leather or chunky metal... just a slice of soft, protein-packed flesh. Glazed with sweat and limp from your failed escape attempts, you're like meat on a hook. Pouncing on your arm, the kobold snatches your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] in his jaws, and wrenches it free after a short scuffle! ''"Heheh... thanks for the new shiny, snack! I'll be sure to pick my teeth with it once I'm done horking up your bones~"'' The fat-assed lizard snatches the long end of the snare off the ground, giving it a firm tug. The anchor point of the trap jitters, and you're lowered down half an inch! Terror seizes you as you realize what he's about to do. One yank at a time, this tiny trapper is about to lower you into his slobber-soaked open jaws! //Mwwwaaaaaaaahhhh~// Excitedly positioning himself beneath you, the little lizard widens his draconic snout. His meaty, fish-tinted breath wafts past your face. Deep-red and pulsing, the gluttonous kobold taunts you with a few open-mouthed swallows! Can he even fit you in there? It's certainly ambitious... but likely not impossible. Either way, you're about to find out! ''"Stay nice and still, snack. I prefer whole meals... but chomping is not out of the question!"'' //Gullllppp~// His free hand snatches ahold of one of your wrists, stuffing it into his maw while the other manipulates the rope! Splattering down on his dragon tongue, you cringe as the kobold's meaty slobber filters between your fingers. Gllrrrrking softly, his throat opens up while you're lowered down, wolfing you down to your elbow in kobold-throat! Wearing his gullet like a glove, his insides are quick to lock in around you. Try as you might, you're unable to remove your wrist from the grip of his greedy guts! When you try to fight him, he punishes you with a nip of his sharp teeth. Defeated and helpless, your face is soon lowered down onto that greasy tongue to be tasted... //''"Mmmmmmmphhhh~"''// The kobold can't help but groan when he first takes a lick of your face. Soaked in fresh sweat and layered with your most fragrant oils, your sticky-sweet skin is a delicacy beyond compare! Plunging your head into his maw, his jaws close around your neck so he can give you a proper tasting. You're forced to close your eyes as that tongue washes over your face, invading your every pore. The little gourmand even gives your hair a good soaking, plastering your scalp with his greedy slobber. Grunting and slurping, you're almost relieved when he finally loosens the snare and stuffs your head down his gullet! //Gullllpp~ Gulllllpp~ Gulllllllp~// Your shoulders crash into his open jaws, blocking him from his next swallow! For a moment, you're relieved. Surely you're too big to descend any deeper, right? But this kobold doesn't back down from the challenge! The biggest, tastiest meal he's ever had is halfway down his gullet, and he's not gonna give up so easily. Yawning wider and dislodging his jaw, your wingspan just narrowly fits into his meaty maw! Yelping with surprise, your terrified struggles quickly earn a nip over your chest. Utterly stuffed with mouthwatering meat, he quickens the pace of your consumption with every swallow. His tail curls with absolute bliss as you start to fill his stomach, bloating him out with every inch he ingests. His hoarding instincts are demanding that he just STUFF himself... and with an unlimited supply of meat at his fingertips, he can't help but obey~ //Guuuuuulllp~ Guuuuuuuuulllp~ Guuuuuulllp~// ''"Mmmmmmmmphhhh... Mmmmmmmppphhhhh~"'' Even though he's short of breath and stuffed with meat, it doesn't stop him from taking a break to slurp at your ass! Reaching down to tug at his sheath. Gah! Little perv... he better not be getting off to this! You couldn't stop him if you tried, though. Spreading your asscheeks, the kobold makes a slobber-soaked mess out of your asscrack! The deep, mineral-rich tastes of your ass make him hum with ecstasy. It's quite the sloppy rimming session, and it's over before you even know it! Wolfed down with a greedy chomp, your ass makes a shapely bulge in his gullet as he starts moves to chug down your legs. //GUUUULLLPP!!!// Having slurped his fill of your sweaty flavor, the kobold decides it's time to finish this. Short of breath and barely standing, he collapses onto his ass while he slurps guzzles down the rest of you! Releasing the rope entirely, he just opens his mouth and lets your legs fall down his throat. Snapping up your feet like a crocodile, the only thing connecting you to the outside world is the snare lashed around your ankle! Holding the rope between his lips, the Kobold CHOMPS down as hard as he can, cleanly severing it in two. With just a few more chugs, the last of you is stuffed down into his massive, bulging belly! ''"Mmmnnggaaaaah! Mmmm-mmm... Heheh! Not bad for surface-food. //AhhhHOooOOOAaUAAURRP!!!// I don't think I'll be going back for seconds!"'' The stuffed, tiny kobold collapses forward as you weigh him down, tumbling onto his fat, slushy tummy with a smile on his face. Your body makes his stomach swell outwards in a massive, jiggly ball, clearly projecting your features beneath his scales! The walls of his stomach are tight and greedy, clenching inwards to hold you steady as his acids start to pour in. Bound up in a tight, digestive ball, you're almost entirely incapable of putting up a meaningful struggle! The best you can do is jostle him about while he lounges, making him laugh and knead you around. Devoured by a predator half your size... how humiliating... //Ggrrrggrrggllrrgglrlrggl... Grrrggggllrrgglrlrggllrrgllllrrrrggg~// ''"Tight in there, isn't it? Mmm, I can barely move... I think I'll be here for a while~"'' The kobold rocks back and forth over his stomach, waggling his tail through the air like a happy hound. Clapping his belly with both arms, you're forced to endure his harsh, possessive kneading. His reptilian guts churn loud and hot, bubbling around you with thick, audible squelches. The denizens of the crypt can hear him gurgling you from two chambers over!'' "So soft... Gnnnfff... Oh, you're going to do wonders for my ass! I'll be the envy of every ‘bold in the crypt. Mmm... perhaps I'll feed the next adventurer I catch to my big, jiggly ass... put your calories to use~"'' ''"Mmnnngaaahhh... So soft... I just can't... help myself~"'' Heart pounding and blood pumping, the tiny kobold is achingly, throbbingly erect. His fat, bulbous reptile member plunges into the softness of his gut, using your softening form for his own pleasure! Plunging downwards into his over-burdened midsection, he fucks his sloshy tummy with happy, indulgent thrusts His kobold-cock prods at you through his skin, using your softening curves as stimulation. Humiliated and half-melted, you struggle in a vain attempt to dissuade him. But fucking a live, moving mass of meat is even better than a limp one! ''"Heheh... Oh, if only my pack-mates were here! We'd take turns fucking my gut until you were nothing but bones~"'' //Grrrrrgggggllrrgggllrrgggrrrggg... Gggggrrrggggllrrrggggg~// Churning hard and half-filled with acids, the Kobold's digestion reaches its savage apex. Every inch of you is covered in a thick swill of sizzling enzymes, hard at work turning you into mush. Stuffed to the absolute brim, the glutton's stomach is working overtime to turn you into calories. The walls crush in with a vicious rhythm, battering and squishing you into a messy tangle of half-melted limbs. Combined with his relentless gut-fucking, your once-defined outline in his belly is becoming more unrecognizable by the second! Tongue waggling and tail curling, he crushes down on his stomach with his full weight. Spurting precum and belching like a slob, he's quickly moving towards an explosive, predatory orgasm. ''"Aaahh... Ahhh... //BOoOOrAARAoORRP...// Almost there... almost mine..."'' //Grrrrrggllrggggg~ Sppppplllrrrrrrtttt!!! Sppllurrrrrttt-Splllrrrrrrtt!!!// Driving a pinpoint thrust into your half-melted ass, the fiendish kobold paints his underbelly with thick ropes of juicy kobold-cum! Splurting out over his thighs in steamy, messy waves, his belly churns and curls in a thick, orgasmic contraction. Twitching and moaning like crazy, you're conscious just long enough to hear the last of his ball-batter staining the ground before one of those clenches drags you under. Purring fiercely, his belly rounds out into a ball of freshly-melted adventurer-meat, sending a happy chill down his spine. //Grrrggrrgglrlrggrrggrrgggllrrggg...// ''"Mmmnnnffffuuck yeah... All gone now. All mine... All mine~"'' As clever as he is, the kobold can't find the words to describe how amazing it all felt. As your bones settle into the bottom of his belly, he slumps over in exhaustion, riding out the rest of his digestion atop his big, water-bed belly. Belching and moaning the entire time, he celebrates your digestive demise with sloppy seconds! After dumping two more loads into his prey-fattened belly, enough of you is finally drained into his intestines to allow him to stand. All that meat pumping through his guts is really exhausting, so after a short walk back to his den, he collapses once more to sleep you off~ With his dreams full of designs for new traps and aspirations for even bigger meals, his giant belly eventually recedes down to its usual pudgyness. Overnight, his intestines absorb your stolen nutrients into twenty pounds of fresh ass-fat for his humongous hips! The kobold's tail gets quite a bit thicker, too, draping behind him with obvious bulk. He won't be walking anywhere without jiggling for the rest of his life. He gets a bit of brawn and size, too. Not enough to make a difference, really, but just enough to support those huge, trappy hips! Yawning and stirring, he wakes and admires those new thighs, gripping them between his greedy claws. ''"From snare-trap to ass-clap! Myeheh... Mmm... I thought that would've taken longer. I'd better build some sturdier traps... gonna take a lot more to fill me up after that!"'' A sudden pinch from deep within the kobold's guts reminds him of some excess weight he's yet to let off. Thumping his chest, he rears back to empty the solid contents of his belly~ //''UuuUUuuURRrrRRPRPPRrrRPP!!!'' Clatter~// Your eyeless, acid-bleached skull is projected from his gullet like a cannonball, clattering to the floor a few meters away. The other bones that managed to survive his sleepy belly-humping skitter away into the darkness as well! Plucking it off the floor and brushing it off, he places it on the rest of his trapper's trophies. Your remains are far larger than the others. Instead of perishing in glorious battle, your journey ends as a conversation piece for this spoiled, chubby lizard~(if: $Disposal is 1)[ It takes the little lizardfolk quite a while to completely mulch up your body. Days pass in the dark as he kneads and humps his stomach, listening to it messily gurgle you away. Being suited to harsher meals, the kobold eventually triumphs. With one last snarl of his stomach, you're completely packed into his intestines. After a short food-induced coma, he scurries off to a private corner to rid himself of you! A monstrously thick, brown log of shit emerges from pucker, ripping him wide open! Howling with bliss, his stubby tail wags about as he makes a mound out of you. Fat logs of kobold scat splatter to the floor, peppered with chunks of undigested bone. After reducing you to a smelly pile, he carelessly empties his bowels over your steaming remains. Feeling delightfully empty, the trapper returns to the crypt to see if he's caught seconds~ ''"Keheh... What a mess! Don't worry, snack... When I catch another meal, I'll shit them out right on top of you so you'll have company!"''] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Digested!]] Having blundered into a trap, you were easy prey and pleasure for a spoiled, gluttonous kobold.]<hr> (set: $s14 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))You’re not gonna be able to take a fight upside-down! Pushing yourself through the air, you swing through the hallway as wide as you can! Keeping the kobold at bay with swipes of your blade, you build up enough momentum to reach the ceiling! Now or never… you hack at the rope keeping you snared full-force! You nearly sever your leg in the process, but your swing strikes true, chopping the rope in half! You crash down to the ground in a dusty heap, alarming your assailant. ''“Gahhh! Not… Possible!!!”'' He screeches. Hissing with uncertainty, he’s looking a lot less sure of himself now that you’re free! He pounces on your back, but you easily throw him off, sending him scrabbling off into the darkness! Gnashing his draconic teeth and spitting curses, he weighs his options. ''“Keh… Too big! I didn’t think anyone could… Oh, well… Plenty of traps ahead anyway. You’ll step into another soon enough!”'' Outsized and outmatched, the kobold beats a hasty retreat. Throwing a handful of dust to cover his escape, he vanishes into the hallways without a trace! He’s probably not worth pursuing. For all you know, he’s just skittered behind a more capable contraption. You remind yourself to be more careful of innocuous lumps in the rubble. Fool you once, shame on you. Fool you twice… well, you probably won’t get a second chance! (if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Demon Summoning (3)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Imperious Tiger (5)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Rival Adventurer]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Demon Summoning (3)]]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))Fire! That ought to give this snake a scare! Gripping your torch, you prod at the serpent's coils as it encroaches, trying to set it alight. The beast hisses with annoyance as you assault it, but barely slows its advance! You try again, deftly striking at its soft underbelly. Unfortunately for you, those scales are more than just armor... they're soundly fireproof. The head of the serpent dives closer, and closer... crap, you don't even have room to swing now! Moving walls of coils close inwards, preparing to crush you! //Crrrrnnnnnnnnnnccchhh!!!// The serpent's smooth, scaly head darts over your shoulder from behind, wrapping under your arm like a seatbelt! Panicking and attempting to throw it off, you leave your lower body completely undefended! Swiftly encircled in a wrap of fat, scale-soft coils, your legs are helplessly bound together! Your arms don't last much longer. Hissing victoriously, the giant reptile binds them to your torso with a deft dart, crunching your weapons free from your grip! Your blade and torch are wrested from your grip, clattering away in the darkness as you drown in the sea of the beast's coils. ''"Mine... All mine~"'' Delighted and raspy, the snake hisses victoriously as he feels the first of your panicked struggles. Gritting your teeth and straining against those coils, you desperately fight against the coming squeeze! For the snake, it feels utterly divine... finally, at long last, a sizeable meal to crush the resistance from! Years of feasting on weak, unlucky ratfolk have whetted its appetite for something more substantial. The beast takes extra care to wind you up nice and tight, ensuring not a single twitch of your body goes unfelt~ //Crrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnccchhh~// ''"Nnnnggghh... Uhhhhggg."'' Words fail you as the beast begins to constrict. Moving in unison, those smooth, greenish coils put a fierce, dominant squeeze over your entire body! Hundreds of pounds of pressure wring you like a towel, crushing the resistance from you. Your eyes bug out of your head as the beast steals your breath, leaving you blue in the face from deprivation. Squeezing tighter... and tighter... and tighter... until you can barely feel anything at all. ''"//Hissssssssss~// Yessssss... Give in, now..."'' A serpentine smile forms on the monster's lips as it observes you, waiting for the moment your spirit is broken. Quite the discerning hunter, the snake knows just when to stop squeezing to ensure you're ready for your trip down its gullet. A limp meal is no fun... but if it leaves you with enough energy to resist, it may injure itself. Fortunately, smothering the life out of you is a trivial affair. All it takes is about five minutes of squeezing, and your neck slides back out of total, utter exhaustion. The snake loosens its coils just before you can fully pass out. In that groggy, stupefied state, all you can see in your darkened vision is the piercing, victorious glint of the monster's eyes~ ''"Ssssssquirm now... be a good moussssse~"'' //Mwwaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhnnnnn~// Having drunk its fill of your doomed, dreary expression, the snake unhinges its mighty, crimson jaws! A warm rush of smelly, meat-tinted breath fogs up your vision. Even in your oxygen-deprived, half-smothered stun, you can still make out the deep, crimson innards of the constrictor's gullet! Your head slots neatly between the snake's fangs, passing harmlessly into the murk of its gullet. The monster's forked tongue slaps over your face, giving you one deep, indulgent slurp before it devours you... //Guuuuuulllppp~// The first of many swallows ripples around you as your head is neatly tucked into the serpent's wet, meaty innards. Beneath those rock-hard scales is a dense padding of slobber-soaked throat-lining. Though softer and more pliant than those unforgiving coils, it clenches and ripples with hypnotic, mind-breaking peristalsis! Ebbing and squeezing around your face, the all-consuming pulse of the snake's guts quickly enraptures your attention. Once the first foot of your flesh is wriggling in its throat, the snake can't help but quicken the pace of your consumption~ //Mmwwwwaaaahhhhnnnch~// Unwrapping all the coils from your torso, the giant snake surges forward with a great, gooey chomp! Your entire upper body vanishes into the monster's maw, with only your coiled-up legs remaining beyond its scaly lips. A delightful, anthro-shaped bulge forms in its pudgy throat flesh... softly struggling, too! Hissing with absolute satisfaction, the snake works you over with slow, gooey swallows before progressing. Such a massive portion deserves to be savored. Hot, gooey gulps ripple through the dark as it guzzles you down... //Gullllp~ Guuuuuulllpp~ Guullllllp~// You try to scream from within the beast's coils. Maybe its not too late... maybe something can still save you! The beast is certainly taking it's time. With its tail lashed around your ankles, it suckles on your wriggly body for as long as it pleases. It almost can't bear to swallow you, this feels so good. Your pitiful, preyish struggling tickles every one of the serpent's predatory instincts! Delightful hissing ripples around you as you entertain the beast. Nothing can help you now… you're just a feast in the dark. Another writhing rodent, vanishing past the lips of this perfect predator~ //Gulp~ ''"Haaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh~"''// Enveloped in tight, juice-soaked darkness, you're funneled deeper into the monster's coils inch by inch. Lifting its head to the sky, the serpent ripples and flexes its neck to coax you down to a comfortable depth. You're a lot more active of a meal than the reptile is used to. Perfect... those struggles feel incredible on an empty stomach! Hopeless and defeated, your heart sinks as you start to shift sideways. With just a few more clenches, you're splayed out on your stomach, half-submerged in a pool of smooth, digestive fluids. You're just an adventurer-sized lump in those coils now... anonymous, helpless, and slowly fading away... ''"Delectable..."'' The monster rumbles, slurping the remnants of your flavor off its fangs. Your clothes and armor feel a little coarse inside its mighty tummy... but they'll probably soften up after a quick nap! The snake tastes the air one last time. Your scent slowly fades away in the musty air, along with any trace of your existence. //gggrrrrggggllrrrggggrrgglllrrgggg.... Glllrrrgggrrrggglllrrgggg~// One particularly odd quirk of the creature's cold-blooded biology is how cool its guts are. After days in the dark, the serpent's body temperature is nothing more than a bit lukewarm. But with a warm, hot-blooded critter like you in its belly, your surroundings begin to rapidly heat up! Hissing with delight, the snake siphons your warmth with every clench, bringing its internal temperature to a nice, limber warmth. After expending so much energy to bind and devour you, a nice internal heating feels oh-so-pleasant! Lazy and well-fed, the giant snake slithers off into the darkness, leaving your weapon abandoned... ''"Hisss... Hissssss... Hisssssss...~"'' The world around you softly shifts as the snake journeys back to its burrow. Your sense of direction is lost almost immediately. Winding through the darkness, the snake descends into an earthen gap in the wall. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't even fit into a gap that slender... but compressed inside those slick, gooey snake guts, you've easily stolen away into those nightmarish, labyrinthian tunnels. Escape is pointless now. Dragged into the serpent's burrow network, you'd never have a hope of seeing the light of day again. At this point, it's probably better to let the beast have its way with you... at least you'll be warm. //grrrrrrrggggggllllrrrggglllrrr~ Grrrgggggglllrrrgggg~// The serpent emerges into its spacious, comfortable lair, victoriously curling into a digestive heap. Peacefully digesting you in total darkness, it cheerfully rumbles as you're pulled deeper into its guts. The noisy sloshing of your digestion echoes through the tiny cavern. Your grunts and moans of discomfort are drowned beneath them, forgotten amidst the near-total churning of your entire body. The beast's processes get more vicious the deeper you slip, becoming more eager to snuff you out. While they never threaten to drown you, the serpent's digestive juices softly sizzle away, reducing you into thick, nutritious sludge. //''"Hissss... Hisssss... Hissss~"''// You spend hours descending the serpent's body, pushed ever deeper into those mazelike coils. Soon enough, your struggle ceases completely out of sheer exhaustion. Lulled by those deep, squelching gurgles, you painlessly drift off to sleep deep within the monster's guts. Sensing your submission, the snake also settles down to sleep~ //grrrrrrrrrrgggggggllrrrrggggrrlll~ Grrrrrrrrgggggrrrssshhh~ Gggrrrrggggllrrgggsh~// It's probably for the best that you're not conscious for the messiest parts of your digestion. By the time you descend deep enough for those clenches to start breaking your bones, you've retreated into a deep, unconscious trance. You're vaguely aware of bits of you breaking away... but beyond that, you're kept still and complacent. Those snake gurgles get nice and crunchy, too! Flexing in and around you, the snake enjoys the feeling of your softening form becoming unrecognizably tangled and mushy. Your half-dissolved clothing floats listlessly around you in the brackish slop, sharing your fate. It's not long before you're just chunks in a meaty, nutritious stew! ''"Alll... mine~"'' The bulge in the snake's coils recedes into nothingness. You're gone. Dead and digested, only your thickest bones remain inside the beast's broad midsection. The monster's intestines get to work instantly, turning that mush into energy. Slithering out of its lair with a few more pounds of coil-bulk and a satisfied grin on its face, the serpent resumes its hunting within a few days. There’s no rush, really… the nutrients that it got from devouring you is more than enough to last it for a few months! ''//”Hhaaaaaaahhh…. HUUuuuUuuUUuUuurrRrppp~”//'' Heaving forward, the snake unceremoniously horks up whatever it doesn’t manage to digest. Bleached with acid and ruined from digestion, your bones and mail clatter to the floor in a wet, gooey heap. Just another set of bones in the crypt, for all anyone cares! Maybe one day, you’ll be carted off and resurrected to do the dark one’s bidding as a skeletal servant. Slithering off into the darkness, the serpent seeks out more delicious surface-meals to devour. Having memorized the scent of fresh adventurer meat, these ruins become even more dangerous now that this snake’s acquired a taste for your kind! (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Digested!]] Engulfed by an enormous serpent, you're digested in the dark and forgotten along with the rest of the beast's squirmy meals~]<hr> (set: $s12 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))The serpent’s scales are as sturdy as steel, but not everywhere! When it reared, you took note of the lighter palette of its underbelly. Crouching low, you track the monster’s movements as it encircles you, driving it off with the butt of your blade. Unable to circle closer, it remains furiously at bay, restlessly searching for an opening. As practiced of a hunter it is, you’re certain it can’t maintain a flawless offensive forever! A-HA! There! ''“HISSSsssSSS!!!”'' Goaded by your fancy footwork, the snake mistimes a lunge for your feet! Arcing your blade downwards, you deliver a nasty scratch to the beast’s soft neck-scales! Thrashing with agony, you leap over the monster’s coils and keep it at bay with your blade as it turns itself up in knots. Had you been a bit harsher with your blow, you would’ve severed its head! Posing too great of a challenge, the serpent wisely retreats into the darkness, slithering out of view in no time. Panting and shaking, you take a knee. That took everything you had… but victory tastes sweet indeed. That battle will make a lovely story one day… now you just need to live to tell it! (if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Amorous Ghoul (4)]]](if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Hellhound Pursuer (6)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Imperious Tiger (5)]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Rival Adventurer]]] <hr>

''Before we begin...''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(set: $Formless to 1)(set: $Blade to 1)(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] You find yourself at a simple console, adrift in the void. Here, you can adjust the content settings for the adventure you're about to embark on. Toggle content on and off as you see fit, and then click the link at the bottom to begin your quest! //WARNING: This game is intended for a mature audience. Expect adventure, peril, vore, sex, musk, enslavement, and untimely ends! ONLY proceed if you are 18+.// //Gameplay Settings:// (if: $Mobile is 0) [Toggle [[Mobile Optimization->MobileOn]]. (This is currently set to OFF)] (if: $Mobile is 1) [Toggle [[Mobile Optimization->MobileOff]]. (This is currently set to ON)] (if: $Images is 0) [Toggle [[Images->ImagesOn]]. (This is currently set to OFF)] (if: $Images is 1) [Toggle [[Images ->ImagesOff]]. (This is currently set to ON)] //Content Settings:// (if: $CW is 0) [Toggle [[Content Warnings->ContentWarningsOn]]. (This is currently set to OFF)] (if: $CW is 1) [Toggle [[Content Warnings ->ContentWarningsOff]]. (This is currently set to ON)] (if: $Disposal is 0) [Toggle [[Disposal->DisposalOn]]. (This is currently set to OFF)] (if: $Disposal is 1) [Toggle [[Disposal ->DisposalOff]]. (This is currently set to ON)] (if: $Spiders is 0) [Toggle [[Spiders->SpidersOn]]. (This is currently set to OFF)] (if: $Spiders is 1) [Toggle [[Spiders ->SpidersOff]]. (This is currently set to ON)] [[Embark!->Inn]]

''Content Warnings ON''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] (if: $CW is 0)[(set: $CW to 1)]You've turned on content warnings. You'll now get a small tag-based preview of what will happen upon selecting one of the crypt's perilous pathways! (//Please note that this also removes the "adventure" element of the game, as all bad endings are now marked with content spoilers.//) [[Proceed->Starter Console]]

''Content Warnings OFF''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] (if: $CW is 1)[(set: $CW to 0)]You've turned off content warnings. Any number of lewd fates could await you on your harrowing journey! [[Proceed->Starter Console]]

''Images ON''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] (if: $Images is 0)[(set: $Images to 1)]You've turned on supplimental AI images. Prepare to be faced down by hulking, hunky monstrosities! [[Proceed->Starter Console]]

''Images OFF''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] (if: $Images is 1)[(set: $Images to 0)]You've turned off supplimental AI images. Enjoy the purity of a classic text adventure! [[Proceed->Starter Console]]

''Disposal ON''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] (if: $Disposal is 0)[(set: $Disposal to 1)]You've turned on disposal. Expect to hear what happens after an unsightly monstrosity's prey-fattened ass hits toilet seat! [[Proceed->Starter Console]]

''Disposal OFF''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] (if: $Disposal is 1)[(set: $Disposal to 0)]You've turned off disposal. Your journey will end immediately after your mortal remains end up as ass-padding! [[Proceed->Starter Console]]

<hr>''Gloomy Inn''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="007Inn.png" alt="" width="525" height="522">]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="007Inn.png" alt="" width="175" height="174">]] Your quest begins in a run-down inn on the fringes of civilization, half-deserted and destitute. Huddled in the shadows around mead-stained tables, a small collection of adventurers and mercenaries grumble amongst themselves. As one of them, you sit alone, nursing a pint while you prepare yourself for the journey ahead. You'll find no companions in this place. Decent folk avoid this side of the country, preferring the filth and the poverty behind the city walls for good reason. Out here, loyalty is a word seldom spoken. Given the opportunity, half the bastards in here would likely stick a knife to your throat and rob you of your coin. What you intend to do here has been discouraged by everyone you've spoken to. Not too long ago, rumors began to spread about a dark and terrible power amassing in the far-off countryside, festering within an abandoned crypt. Those who were sent to investigate were never seen again. The menace within has since taken many names: The (text-style: "fidget")[dark one], the black sorcerer, the cloak of death. Day by day, the stories grew taller and more frightening. Refusing to live in fear and enraged by the king's inaction on the matter, you'd taken up arms and departed your village to put an end to it. You've made up your mind. Either this foulness will die by your hand, or you will meet your end in glorious battle. There will be no turning back once you've left town. The carriage will take you only as far as the nearest stretch of road, and not an inch closer. You must take only what is necessary to complete your task. (if: $Ledger is 1)[ ... Huh... that's odd. A mysterious journal lays atop the bar, out of place from the rest of the tavern scenery. Flipped open to the first page, you can't help but feel as though it's been left for ''you...'' Read the [[Mysterious Ledger?]]] [[Choose your species~]] [[Choose your weapon~]] [[Venture forth!->Cobbled Roadside]] <hr>

<hr>''Cobbled Roadside''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page,(bg:"001ForestBackground.png"))(if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="004Roadside.png" alt="" width="525" height="522">]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[ <img src="004Roadside.png" alt="" width="175" height="174">]] The journey is long and unsettling. Jumping and rattling over the worn-down roadstones, it feels as though the carriage is coming apart beneath you. As the afternoon sun fades from the sky, the driver heels his unsettled horses. He doesn't turn to bid you farewell. He knows your chances are slim. Snapping the reigns the moment you disembark, the carriage rumbles away and fades from view. Stranded in the corrupted countryside, there are no more comforts along this road. Only peril. Waving the dust from your eyes, you set your sights on the canopy of twisted trees. Dried and withered, the skeletal branches are dry of leaves and color. Thick, bulging roots choke the topsoil, writhing around like grasping claws. There is a draining malaise in the air... a pull that drags away life itself. Left unchecked, it will doubtlessly spread across the land. You feel it too. But instead of fleeing, you will venture deeper and root it out. Grimly determined, you hold your breath as you step off the road, swallowed up by the skeletal woodlands. [[Press on->Murky Woods]] <hr>

<hr>**A Silver Mirror**(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] Gazing into a silver-backed mirror, you reflect on the nature of yourself and your soul. Ahead, you'll be tested by forces beyond your understanding and power. Before you embark, you'd better know yourself inside and out, lest your emotions betray you... You are a... A [[Canine]] A [[Dragon]] A [[Cat]] A [[Rodent]] A [[Bird]] A [[Reptile]] <hr>

<hr>''Weathered Weaponsmith''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] A number of armaments lay on the storefront of the smithy, freshly shaped from the forge. Gleaming, sharpened, and ready for action, these weapons are ready for action. While they lack enchantments or other fortifying runes, you've no doubt that any of them would make short work of an ill-willed assailant. The grizzled blacksmith watches you impatiently as you make your selection. ''"Oy, quit gawking and choose your arms! You won't find a better companion for the road ahead."'' Choose the [[Broadsword]] Choose the [[Spear]] Choose the [[Daggers]] Choose the [[Poleaxe]] Choose the [[Greatsword]] Choose the [[Scythe]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Scythe to 0)(set: $Spear to 0)(set: $Broadsword to 1)(set: $Poleaxe to 0)(set: $Daggers to 0)(set: $Greatsword to 0)(set: $Blade to 0)Gleaming and vicious, the broadsword is the obvious choice. You grip the leather-lined hilt and flip it in your grip, testing its weight. Heroism surges through you as you brandish the blade, instilling you with dauntless confidence! [[Excellent!->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Scythe to 0)(set: $Spear to 1)(set: $Broadsword to 0)(set: $Poleaxe to 0)(set: $Daggers to 0)(set: $Greatsword to 0)(set: $Blade to 0)Slender and sharp, a sturdy spear catches your eye. Well-weighted and lengthy, the shaft is adorned with vibrant tassles. Rising above your head like a stern guardian, it promises to keep your enemies at bay. (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Excellent!->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Scythe to 0)(set: $Spear to 0)(set: $Broadsword to 0)(set: $Poleaxe to 0)(set: $Daggers to 1)(set: $Greatsword to 0)(set: $Blade to 0)A twinned pair of hunting knives lay on the table, each as long as your forearm. Gleaming like the fangs of a mighty beast, you cross them over your chest to feel their length. You feel like a predator when you hold these. Time to find some prey. (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Excellent!->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Scythe to 0)(set: $Spear to 0)(set: $Broadsword to 0)(set: $Poleaxe to 1)(set: $Daggers to 0)(set: $Greatsword to 0)(set: $Blade to 0)Knightly and professional, a polaxe finds it's way into your capable hands. A perfect combination of weight and reach, the blade promises a valiant duel with your would-be opponents! (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Excellent!->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Scythe to 0)(set: $Spear to 0)(set: $Broadsword to 0)(set: $Poleaxe to 0)(set: $Daggers to 0)(set: $Greatsword to 1)(set: $Blade to 0)Big game, big sword. Hoisting a mighty zweihander off the rack, you lay it to rest on your shoulder. The heft of the blade brings you comfort as you grip the hilt, ready to split some skulls! (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Excellent!->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Scythe to 1)(set: $Spear to 0)(set: $Broadsword to 0)(set: $Poleaxe to 0)(set: $Daggers to 0)(set: $Greatsword to 0)(set: $Blade to 0)You're looking for something with a bit more bite. The vicious end of a war-sickle draws your attention. A dark urge posesses you as you rend the air, encouraging you to seek throats to swipe! (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Excellent!->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Bird to 0)(set: $Cat to 0)(set: $Dragon to 1)(Set: $Reptile to 0)(set: $Rodent to 0)(set: $Canine to 0)(set: $Formless to 0)The form of a dragon stares back at you, sturdy and proud. Steeling yourself, you prepare to face the unknown. (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Leave->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Bird to 0)(set: $Cat to 1)(set: $Dragon to 0)(Set: $Reptile to 0)(set: $Rodent to 0)(set: $Canine to 0)(set: $Formless to 0)The form of a feline stares back at you, cunning and kind. Steeling yourself, you prepare to face the unknown. (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Leave->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Bird to 0)(set: $Cat to 0)(set: $Dragon to 0)(Set: $Reptile to 0)(set: $Rodent to 1)(set: $Canine to 0)(set: $Formless to 0)The form of a rodent stares back at you, swift and ambitious. Steeling yourself, you prepare to face the unknown. (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Leave->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Bird to 1)(set: $Cat to 0)(set: $Dragon to 0)(Set: $Reptile to 0)(set: $Rodent to 0)(set: $Canine to 0)(set: $Formless to 0)The form of an avian stares back at you, boistrous and carefree. Steeling yourself, you prepare to face the unknown. (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Leave->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Bird to 0)(set: $Cat to 0)(set: $Dragon to 0)(Set: $Reptile to 0)(set: $Rodent to 0)(set: $Canine to 1)(set: $Formless to 0)The form of a canine stares back at you, loyal and courageous. Steeling yourself, you prepare to face the unknown. (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Leave->Inn]] <hr>

<hr>(set: $Bird to 0)(set: $Cat to 0)(set: $Dragon to 0)(Set: $Reptile to 1)(set: $Rodent to 0)(set: $Canine to 0)(set: $Formless to 0)The form of a reptile stares back at you, clever and poised. Steeling yourself, you prepare to face the unknown. (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Leave->Inn]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"009Sanctum.png"))''“Oh?”'' The lich chuckles. Curling his fingers, a crackle of black lightning bounces over his palm. ''“How disappointing… it appears your mind is too conceited to recognize your place beneath me. Very well. I shall entertain your silly “quest” for the time being. This may be… amusing~”'' Widening his robes and throwing up his hands, the Panther gazes down at you with a villainous sneer. Beneath your feet, the ground begins to rumble. Dust swirls through the air as energies begin to gather, answering the dark one’s call. Growling in unearthly tones, the tyrant calls forth a surge of energy, drawing power from the obelisk in the center. The moans of the dead echo in your ears as his power grows… ''“I’d wager you didn’t anticipate getting this far, mortal!”'' He snarls. Even though the sorcerer is completely exposed, something about his presence keeps you at bay. ''“I’m curious as to what you've prepared now that you’ve arrived at the final step in your journey. Go on, then! Show me your strength! Surely you possess the power of twenty men… or perhaps you’ve simply been on a //lucky streak//?”'' (either: "[[Charge forth!->Soul Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Soul vore, digestion, mana absorbtion, fingering, grinding, fatal, trophy taking.//)] [[Focus on evading!]]", "[[Focus on evading!]] [[Charge forth!->Soul Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Soul vore, digestion, mana absorbtion, fingering, grinding, fatal, trophy taking.//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"009Sanctum.png"))Something’s not right… there’s something in his smile that shakes you from your stupor. It would be far too simple to sprint up there and end him! Gripping your blade, you turn your eyes to the shadowy corners of the room… (text-style:"rumble")[//''GllZZzzRRTT!!!''//] … And it’s a good thing you did! Just in time, you spot a bolt of jet-black lightning blasting at you from around a shady statue. Ducking aside just in time, the projectile fries the spot where you were standing. Growling with dismay, the lich’s illusions fade, revealing your true opponent! ''“Why you little… Hold still! Grrrr… I’ll make a //buckle// out of your bones!”'' Dark energy swirls around the panther, forming a billowing smog. Wind rips through the room, buffeting you about! The lich has learned his lesson. Whatever he’s preparing, there won’t be anywhere to dodge! Roaring viciously, his eyes gleam with the blackest of magics as he prepares to strike! You need to act, and fast! As fear grips your heart, your eye discerns a critical mistake. In his haste, the lich has left himself completely unprotected! If you move swiftly, you may yet gain the upper hand! Alternatively, the source of the magic he’s drawing from appears to be a flaming pillar in the center of the room. It’s not unlike the mechanisms that locked the door to the inner sanctum… perhaps it can be similarly disrupted? ''"Mwahah! Prepare to join the dead, mortal!'' [[Strike the lich!]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Violence, Player victory, Gore.//)] [[Strike the pillar!]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#FFF))(enchant:?page, (bg:"010Sunrise.png"))(text-color: "black")[''Victory!'' The air falls quiet. The deed is done. The twisted sanctum has been ridden of its foul master. You can scarcely believe you’ve succeeded! Your heart is pounding, your hands tremble violently… yet the battle has been won. As the dark magic recedes from your surroundings, you take stock of yourself. A few scrapes here and there, but you’re going to make it. A sigh clears your vision. Quickly, you scrounge the room for valuables. After filling your pockets with jewels and gold, you make a mad dash for the exit! The morning sun kisses your forehead as you emerge from the deep. A glowing orange sky spreads over the horizon, as though the earth itself is celebrating your victory. As soon as you step free from the crypt, you hear a low rumbling from the entrance. Rock by rock, the entrance caves in, sealing the fortress’s vile denizens within. Your victory is absolute! Guided by the sun, you arrive back on the decrepit road… Laden with loot and brimming with tales to tell, you triumphantly ride back into town. Every head turns as you announce your arrival. Cheers erupt, followed by a call for a toast! You’re whisked into the guild hall for a night of raucous celebration. Soon enough, your name will be spoken all across the kingdom. After claiming the bounty and selling your treasure, you return to your village a renowned adventurer!] (align:"=><=")[[[//''YOU WIN!''//->Epilogue]]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))This ghoul’s freakish speed needs to be dealt with, or you’ll never get away from his ravenous jaws! As the zombie otter bumbles towards you, you ready a vicious low slash. Once he’s in range, you unleash a mighty swing from the hip! //Shhhhhhnnkkk!!!// ''“Wooaaaaah!!!”'' Damn! Too early! The ghoul’s thoughtless speed-shuffling makes it almost impossible to determine the right time to strike! Instead of cutting him in half, your blade more or less trips the fiend into you! Waving his arms and collapsing forward, his big, soft body tumbles down onto you like a sack of grain! Even though you’ve given him a nasty nick in the shins, the pain doesn’t even register for him. The moment he’s on top of you, the ghoul dives straight in for a smooch! ''“Heehee! Gotcha!!! Awww, you’re so big and brave and strooooong~ Any cutie would be lucky to have a guy like you try and hack their legs off! C’mere, you~”'' Pinning you to the floor in an intimate snuggle-pin, the undead otter begins to pour hundreds of years of pent-up affection into you. You would’ve thought that a corpse like him would’ve been dreadfully cold, but it’s quite the opposite! Broiling with feverish warmth, he’s as warm and snuggly as a blanket left out in the sun. Stiff and smooth, his firm chest-press is enough to keep you from wriggling away. Slow and lazy, he starts to grope your sensitive bits, lovingly lavishing your thighs and back with his warmish hands. ''“Heehee~ Gonna gobble you up~” '' //Mmwwaaaaaahhhllnnnnrrrr~// Grasping your head and lunging forward, the undead otter locks lips with you in a deep, sensual smooch! His fluffy lips collide with yours, fiercely suckling and nibbling on your living lips. His amorous, unblinking eyes flutter as he takes his first taste of your skin. At long last, something warm to pour his pent-up affection into! Sweet-smelling slobber rolls down your neck as that soaked maw presses inwards. Frightened and squirmy, your hesitation only further increases his sexual appetite. Tail wagging and tongue slurping, the ravenous ghoul slowly burrows his way into your mouth to taste your insides~ //''“MmmmMMmmM~ MMmmmmmphhh~”''// You can’t hold out forever. Slurped open by his expert smooches, the otter’s tongue slips between your lips to entwine with your tongue. An intimate shudder rushes through him as your inner warmth becomes accessible, as well as your more delicate flavors. Eyes twinkling, he pops you into a lip-sucking French kiss and just holds you there! Steamy breath pours down your throat as his tongue laps up your inner cheeks. Deprived of breath by those overwhelming smooches and utterly inundated with otter-slobber, you start to relax beneath all that lovely spooning… ''“//Mwaaaah!// Oh, so good… //Mmmmph!! Mwah-Mwrrrrrprpphh~//”'' Every smash of your spit-connected lips builds his excitement, heightening the intensity of your sloppy makout. Once a bit chilly and stiff, the otter’s undead body is now burning hotter than a furnace. His fingernails claw over your skin in slow, sensual rhythms, pressing pleasure into your very being. It’s not just the spooning that gets hotter, though. Beneath his holy robes, the cleric’s admirably-sized manhood presses against yours. Gliding his hips over your waist with the pace of his smooches, he treats you to a deeply intimate grinding session~ //“Mwaaahhh… Gulp~”// Against your better judgment, you inadvertently swallow a mouthful of that syrup-sweet ghoul slobber. As it trickles down your throat, the effects of it instantly begin to take hold! Paralytic pulses of numbing sensation beat outwards from your belly, rendering you stiff and numb to all but his affections. His body is… so warm now. Bit by bit, you can feel yourself melting into the otter’s arms. All that slobber isn’t just for show: It’s a powerful, fast-acting aphrodisiac and tranquilizing agent! Your struggles fade away as it takes effect, rendering you as limp and ineffective as… well, a corpse! Your roles reverse in an instant: Paralyzed and limp, you’re now entirely at the whims of this amorous otter’s endless affection~ ''“Don’t fight it, hun… I could NEVER hurt you. Mwaaaah~ Just let me make you feel all warm and happy! Heehee…” ''The undead cleric purrs down your throat, lovingly running his fingers through your hair. His pleasure-drunk smile beams down at you in between gooey smooches. ''“Slurrrrp~ Funny story! I was a healer before I died. Well, probably not a very GOOD one. Considering, I’m y’know, dead. //Mwaaaaahhmmph~//”'' You’re chatted up and smooched until your torch dies out, wrapped up with this snuggly otter for hours and hours. Fortunately, the ghoul’s glowing sapphire irises are a suitable replacement! He never tires of your taste or texture, scooping out every drop of your saliva and replacing it with thick, gooey strands of his own. Your lips feel numb after so much mouth-to-mouth, your brain enveloped in fog. Force-fed all that magical, mind-numbing drool, you’re tricked into feeling helplessly cozy in his arms. As passions rise, you can feel your own lust being led along in the flow. Eventually, the otter catches on. Your clothed cocks press together for a moment, bleeding warmth into each other. Gasping and swooning, he instantly starts grinding harder! Frotting in the dark with this slutty cleric, the two of you grow closer than ever. ''“//GASP!// Ooooohh… I can feel that down there, hun! Awww… are you all hard and bothered for ME?! I… //Mmnnffff… Mwwaaahmmph~// Oh, you’re such a TEASE! Don’t worry, big guy… I’ll take care of that you~”'' Crawling over you, the otter readjusts himself to get a better view of your bulge. His legs swing up towards your head, comfortably wrapping around your face to keep you nice and comfy. Pulling up his cleric’s skirt, his soft, warm thighs prop you up like cushions! Face-deep in your bulge, the ghoul doesn’t even undress you before he starts licking! Roughing up your britches with his spit-soaked tongue, he tastes your throbbing cock through your pants to his heart’s content. Trickles of enchanted slobber soak through the material, delightfully soaking into your crotch.'' “Holy fuck… //Slllurrrrrpp!!// Mmnnnfff~ That’s… Even better! Has anybody ever told you now fucking DELICIOUS your cock smells? //Mmnnfff…// it’s like a whole spit of fucking salted pork…”'' //Rrrrrrrriiippp! Rrrrrrrrrrriiiiipp!!!// Those jagged, undead claws dig into your crotch, shredding your adventuring pants to ribbons! The moment it springs free, the adorable undead puts his magical maw to work! Planting a meaty kiss on the tip of your dick, he guzzles down all the precum that’s accumulated on the end of your shaft before working it deeper. Burning with flavor, thick with lifeblood, and swelling with your manly essence, it’s the most appetizing treat a ghoul could ask for! ''SLLLrrRLRRLRLRRlllRLRrlrLRP!!! //“Mmmmmmph! Uhhnngg… So goooood~”//'' Mind blanking off your fresh, lively scent, the ghoul’s meaty tongue spools outwards to begin ravishing you. Creeping around your cock like a vine, his spit-slathered tongue adheres itself to your inches and begins crawling downwards. Those plump, spit-soaked lips kiss around your crown. Dollops of lust-tainted drool soak your crotch, smoothing your skin with a shiny sheen of buttery glaze. Inch by inch, he descends the length of your throbbing spire, stopping only when his cheeks nuzzle against your inner thighs. Piercing the unnatural softness of his undead gullet, your eyes flutter as he starts to swallow. //Shhhhlrrrrrkkk… Shhhhhlllkkrrrr… Shhhhllllrrrrrrrkkkk~// ''“Mmmnnfff~ Mmmnnnfff~ Uuuhhnnnf~ Mmnnnnf! I can hear those balls CHURNING, big boy. Don’t fight it… I’m gonna slurp you dry~”'' No need to breathe, no need to slow… your undead lover is free to gargle your cock at whatever pace he pleases! Lurching over you in rhythmic, mushy movements, he uses his entire head to pleasure your delicious manhood. His swallows tuck your cock back into his gullet, immersing it in the melty-soft lock of his peristaltic pressure. No amount of punishment is too much for your ravenous lover! Your paralyzed hips jolt upwards into those sloppy strokes, fucking his face as much as you’re able. The otter welcomes it with a throaty purr, kissing your balls out of gratitude. //SSHPPLLRRRRK!!! Uuuuullllp~ Gullllllp~ Uuuuuulllllllppp~// He doesn’t even hesitate when you start spewing jizz into his mouth. Eyes lighting up from the very first gush of your cum, the otter-boy started to vigorously gulp down your hot, musky jizz. As your balls contracted and your thighs twitched, he drinks mouthful after mouthful of your gooey cum. The sticky sounds of his congested swallowing rippled in your ears as you rode that fiery high. Inhaling the raw, lusty fumes of the ghoul’s own pleasure only served to drag out your orgasm, ensuring that you spilled every drop of cum you had down his ravenous gullet~ //''"MmmMMmmMMmMMrrrRRRrrrrrrrr~"'' Gulllppp~ Gulllllp~// The otter’s tongue kept lashing as you emptied your balls into his gullet, milking you for everything you had. His tail wags something fierce, swooshing through the air above your head. A bulge grew in his gut where you had seeded him, giving the ghoul a nice, sloshy belly of adventurer spunk to digest! As your orgasm tapers off, he pops off your tip with a toe-curling crane of his head, letting the rest of your jizz drizzle over his enamored face. D-did he just cum too? Yes… just ahead of you, you’re pretty sure that he just made a mess of his robes. This hungry little cock-zombie just came hands-free off of guzzling down your cream! ''“//Uuuulllp~ Ullllp~ Ulllp~// UuUuurRRrrPPp!!! Haaaah… haaaaah… Oh my… That was… SO fucking good~”'' Your mana-rich cum is unbelievably precious to your undead lover, filling him with the most profound sense of satisfaction he’s ever felt! The aches of living in death fade away, replaced with serene clarity and calmness. Running it over his tongue over and over again, the taste of it brings him back to the first load he’d ever swallowed while he was alive. In that moment, the otter’s fondness for you becomes his everything. ''“//Mmmmph~// Holy FUCK! We’ve GOT to do that again! //Mmnnnrrr… Slurrrrrrppp~//” ''Swallowing your cock once more, your dick is returned to the comforting softness of his throat. Slurping your shaft and patiently waiting for your balls to refill, he pets and nuzzles your thighs with immense enthusiasm. Weary from his lust-poisoned drool, all you can really do is lay there and accept his affection, feeling pricks of pleasure flood through you as he endlessly services your dick. ''“You don’t mind if we stay like this, right? I know you’ve probably got important stuff to do… but I just CAN’T get enough of you! //Sllrrrrrpp~// Heehee… I’m gonna gobble you up forever~”'' Locked together in a sticky sixty-nine, you drain nine more loads down the ghoul’s throat before he finally relents, shifting back up to snuggle you rotten. The undead otter can’t help but smooch and caress you the entire time, dosing you endlessly with mind-melting love drool! You’re putty in his hands as he helps you to your feet, lugging you off into the darkness to find somewhere more comfortable. After a short walk, you arrive at a cozy, felt-lined coffin. A perfect bed for a stiffed-up lover! Settling in on top of you, the two of you fuck-snuggle until you fall asleep. As you drift off into your hazy dreams, you can still feel your undead lover cuddling, slurping, and caressing you. ''“//Mmmm~// My perfect, studly fuck-snack… All mine! Don’t you worry one bit, cutie… you’ll never have to worry about ANYTHING ever again~”'' //Mwwwaaaaaaaaahhhllllhhhh~// (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Succumbing to the advances of a ravenous ghoul, your cock drips endlessly with the gooey residue of his oral affections.]<hr> (set: $s13 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))This fiend’s not gonna relent until he gets his mouth around you! Better get this over with quickly. When he charges again, you lower your weapon to intercept him. Timing your strike is a bit tricky with how erratically the ghoul stumbles about. Once he’s in range, you unleash a full-force blow, your blade connecting with his neck! SHHUNNNNKK!!! Splat~ ''“Owwww!!! HEY!”'' The ghoul protests as you behead him, his still-blinking head rolling across the floor. Huffing with annoyance, the otter’s still-standing body crosses his arms. ''“You… you MEANIE! Ugghh…Great, now I’m a dulluhan! Just GREAT. Now how am I supposed to smooch cute boys?!”'' That’s that! You’d better leave before he can get his bearings again. Before you can proceed, his headless body tackles you in a big, fluffy hug. Vigorously spooning your back and chest, he clings to you as best he can. It’s not the worst hug you’ve ever gotten, but you still push him away and beat a hasty retreat. ''“You’ll come back, right?! Dammit… where am I gonna find stitches around here?!”'' (if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Rival Adventurer]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Hellhound Pursuer (6)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Hungry Kobold (2)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Imperious Tiger (5)]]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))Not today! This scrawny little syncopant doesn't pose much of a threat. Curling your lip and holding fast, you slam him into the wall with a vicious shoulder check! Your blow sends him reeling, clutching his chest. That confident look in his eyes is all gone... he's now wide-eyed, and scared for his life! ''"M-master?! Where is my strength? I don't... Eeeek!!!"'' The sheep yelps, jumping away from your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers]. His ritual knife clatters to the floor, effectively disarming him. Reeling back for another blow, you ready yourself for the killing stroke. ''"F-forgive me! Heh... I must've mistaken you for someone else! No hard feelings, right?"'' You're not falling for it. Sensing how deeply outmatched he is, the cultist scurries away into the darkness, screaming for his life! It doesn't sound like he makes it very far, though... the lamb's screams suddenly transform into harsh, pleasured moaning. Sounds like something big and horny just found themselves a playmate! Sheathing your weapon, you mentally ward away the vile influence of the darkness. (if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Hungry Snake (1)]]](if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Rival Adventurer]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Amorous Ghoul (4)]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Hungry Snake (1)]]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))This is getting too freaky! Turning tail, you bolt down the hallway as fast as you can, hearing the cultist’s chuckles fade into the distance. You pick up the pace, darting down the hallways to make sure you lose him in the endless, twisting labyrinth. Panting and choking on the musty air, you sprint until suddenly… … you hit a dead end in a nightmarish, circular room. The tunnels just end in the middle of a giant, primitive cavern. Strewn with stone and scorched by unearthly fire, the only thing that you can even register as a decoration is a person-sized stone table in the middle of the chamber. Charred with ash and set with freshly-lit candles, the room has been perfectly tidied for an occult ceremony! Shit… this probably isn’t a good place for a breather! As you hold your knees and catch your breath, you’re about to turn around before… ''“Heehee! Gotcha!!!”'' The cultist shouts, shoving you onto the table from behind! Somehow, he’d kept pace with you! You grunt as you tumble onto the ritual slab, flailing about uselessly. ''“Mmm… perfect! Everything is finally ready… Hold still, all right? I promise this won’t take very long. Jeez… so wriggly!”'' Unsheathing a ritual knife, the sheep dives on you with surprising strength! Holding you down by your knape and cutting open the back of your armor, the cultist utters a malicious-sounding chant. He grimaces, making a painful sound as he cuts his own palm. Using his finger as a paintbrush, he starts to etch your back with his black-tinted blood… ''“Yes… Yes! A little more~”'' You can’t throw him off! Winded and terrified, you’re unable to stop the cultist from completing the rite! The symbol he’s etched in your back becomes whole, glowing with hellish power! The shadows in the room begin to swirl as power starts to gather. Here, in the deepest pit of these hellish catacombs, the forces of the underworld are far easier to attract. Coalescing around the mark, your assailant gasps victoriously as he’s thrown off by some unseen force! ''“Y-yes!!! Master, arise...!”'' Something is entering you. The mark on your back is pulsing, conducting otherworldly energies into your mortal flesh. At first, the presence lacks form. It’s simply power: Raw and unfiltered, coursing through like a surge of adrenaline. Your fear diminishes as you feel new strength bristling at your fingertips. Is this… good? Your veins bulge with boiling blood, sending surges of addictive might shooting through you. In a single moment of weakness, you let down your guard and embrace the swelling strength. And that’s when it begins to take hold. Sensing complacency, the formless malice starts to wriggle beneath your skin. Ripping through the mark, a spectral hand suddenly rips into your body! It swishes around, feeling out your flesh to identify where it can comfortably fit. Swiftly followed by another, the presence’s arms slip themselves into your own like sleeves, wearing you like a suit! You writhe uncontrollably as the demon infests you, your vision overtaken by searing black lines. Squeezing your soul to the side, it fully merges with your corporeal flesh, spreading its influence through every corner of your being. With your possession complete, the mark on your back ceases pumping energy into you. Your skin smolders, touched by the hands of hell itself. You feel… weirdly okay? Nothing really hurts... You’ve got a weird headache though. A dull, achy throbbing that makes you feel fuzzy in the fingertips. ''HELLO, MORTAL'' Growling from within your own mind, the demon makes itself known. As deep and gravelly as the depths of the earth, the monster whispers wordlessly into your ears! Smooth, deep, and immensely masculine, the entity extends a greeting by giving you a fresh burst of corruptive power. //W-what are you going to..?// ''HUSH. I THINK FOR US NOW, MORTAL. YOUR FLESH IS MINE TO SHAPE. SUBMIT AND BE EXALTED.'' What?! No! You’ve got to resist this thing! You won’t be a pawn for some demon! Panting and shaking, you attempt to reach up and clutch your head. Unresponsive, your arms perform a different task: Undoing your armor! A passenger in your own skin, you sputter helplessly as the demon undresses you, opening your skin to the coolness of the crypt. ''YES… THIS FORM WILL DO. HOLD STILL WHILE I IMPROVE IT.'' //D-don’t you dare!// It’s no use. You can’t resist the demon’s will. Helpless before his might, your body rises to a mighty stature, snatching a candle from the base of the altar! As much as you try to pull away, your arm acts of its own accord, reaching down to touch the flickering flame. You mentally wince as you prepare to feel a searing burn… but no! The fire kisses you like an invigorating cleanse, tingling your fingers oh-so-gently. It’s so welcoming, so familiar… it warms you from within. Born from hellfire, the demon trills happily as it sets your body ablaze, swiftly engulfing you in a pillar of fire! ''AHHHH! YES, MORTAL… ACCEPT MY BLESSING''. Is your body… growing? Yes! As the flames tickle your skin, your body consumes them in equal measure, using them to fuel a magical spurt of growth! Swelling in size and strength, you grow to an imposing 9’10, filling the room with your colossal brilliance! Where once your chest was only moderately defined, a rack of beautiful, pristine abs is chiseled from your very flesh! Broad, manly pecs emerge beneath your shoulders, bristling with dormant strength. Claws sprout at the ends of your fingertips, curling into vicious talons. Your hide thickens, becoming as hard and as malleable as titanium mail. As the fire begins to dwindle, your powerful, bulky hands bring it up to your face to pour it into your eyes. Brilliant and red, your new eyes admire your new, studly figure. Of course, the demonic expansion of your body is secondary to the sensation of your rapidly-growing cock! //BWOMP~// The demon possessing you is delightfully aroused by the sensation of corrupting your flesh. You feel what he feels. Your cock surges with bliss, throbbing at full-mast as the fire licks your balls. Licking your lips, the monster begins to channel energy into your genitals, shaping them to his liking! A moan escapes you as the first pump nearly doubles the circumference of your dick, thickening it to equine proportions. It blackens as it expands, transforming from a healthy, fleshy tone to a clean-cut weapon of obsidian bulk! Siezing your member with both hands, the demon luxuriously masturbates as it grows larger still. It’s like getting an expert handjob from yourself, completely unpredictable! By the time it’s done unfurling, your cock is a foot and a half of sizzling, bitch-breaking demonic girth~ ''MUCH BETTER.'' You’re trembling and overwhelmed by these changes, but within, the demon remains calm. Drawing a breath through your lungs, it exhales a plume of steam. Your body, your flesh… what once was simple and natural, has been entirely corrupted. Hellfire now fuels you from within, spouting in a never-ending geyser of all-conquering power! It’s barely even you anymore… just a mockery of what you used to be. Trapped in your own body as an observer, you doubt the demon will ever surrender autonomy to you again. ''“...M-master? Is that you?” '' The cultist asks timidly, shuffling off the floor. It seems he’s recovered from the ritual. Clutching his head and looking on in awe, the sheep falls to his knees at your enormous feet. You tower over him, glaring down with a viciously hateful expression. ''“HEHEH… WELL DONE, DISCIPLE. YOU DID EVERYTHING JUST RIGHT.”'' Your voice is not your own. Cackling out of you in a deep, powerful ripple, it’s laced with a vicious undertone of otherworldly cruelty. Stepping forward on your new legs, you approach the quivering cultist with a smile on your face. He looks… different, now. So corrupted, so curvy… you lick your lips, angling your cock down to his face. ''“Blessed be! Blessed be! This is… you’re even more brilliant than I thought you’d be! Does his flesh feel good, master? Do you require- //Unnnfff!!!//”'' Enough talk. There’s a fire in your loins, and as your lesser, he’ll be perfect to break in your new body! Lifting him off the ground, you bring his lips to your mouth and devour him with vicious smooches. His eyes glow with reverence as you invade his lips, growing slack with awe. Even though you’re merely tasting his lips and sampling his throat, any affection you grant this adorable cultist makes his heart flutter~ ''“YOU HAVE SERVED YOUR PURPOSE. NOW YOU SHALL SERVE ANOTHER.” ''Stripping off his cloak, you claw your tainted hands over his warm, butter-smooth thighs. Just your touch alone is enough to make him howl with lust. Spreading his ass and dropping your demon-touched cock between it, you hotdog that cute cultist-boi while he sings your praises. Slobber pours out of your mouth as you admire his suppleness, coating his back with slick splurts of precum. Your cock is nearly as thick as his leg… but that won’t stop you from stuffing him with it. You’re his master now. Taking your cock is his only responsibility now. //SHHHHHHLLRRRRRRRRKKK!!!// ''“Mmnnnnngggaaaaaahhh!!! Master!!!”'' Unleashing a feral snarl, you plunge your cock right into that cutie’s pucker, burying it into his guts with a single, savage motion. Luckily for the sheep, he’d lubed himself up for such an occasion. Otherwise, you probably would’ve just torn him in two! Shoving your rod into his warm, gooey guts, the clench of his mortal flesh makes your brain buzz with excitement. You would’ve enjoyed fucking him even without the demon’s influence, but being possessed just makes it all better. Every emotion is amplified through the demon’s pleasure, drowning your consciousness in the sugar-sweet moans of your cultist bitch-bride. Lifting him off the ground, you shove him into a wall and drive into his guts as deeply as possible~ //ShhhhllRRRrrRrRRKkk!! SHhhHhhhhhHHLlRRRRRrrkk!!! SSHHHlllLlRRRRKKK!!// For anyone else, getting violently assfucked by a demon-possessed stud might’ve been unbearable. But in his depraved, magic-tainted mind, the sheep-cultist couldn’t have been happier. Even as you bend him forward and rail his legs out from under him, he’s so blissed out that the pain doesn’t even register. His cock dribbles cum with every thrust. The demon-fire burning through your blood singes his prostate, eliciting breathless gasps of pleasure. Completely satisfied as your subservient fucktoy, he resigns himself to the frenzy as you break him in~ //SHHPPPLLLRRRRRRRRRRRTTT!!!// ''“AHHHHH~”'' After a few minutes of stuffing him full, your beefy balls begin to flood the cultist’s insides with jizz. Burning with the same fire that now lives within you, you scald his delicate intestines with wave after wave of burning-hot cum. The sheep’s belly swells with your seed, growing to a healthy slosh. Gasping affection, he does his best to ensure that all your cum remains within him. To waste your precious seed is unforgivable! Sadly, despite his best efforts, you’ve ripped his asshole open so wide that even he can’t stop a few droplets from dribbling down his thighs. Dragging him off your cock and dropping him to the floor, he happily groans in a ruined, cum-soaked pile~ ''“Oh, master… that was… everything I was hoping it would be! Please, take me with you. I’ll happily serve you forever…”'' Despite staring at you with the utmost reverence, he’s not talking to you directly. The demon that puppets you purrs with agreement. After a good fuck like that, you can’t help but agree. Even though your mind hasn’t completely shattered, you can’t deny how powerful you feel now. Perhaps you will enjoy walking this world with the power of hell at your fingertips. Plucking your new concubine into your arms, you haul the happy cultist off to find a place to begin your dynasty. ''“ARE YOU ENJOYING YOURSELF, MY LITTLE PASSENGER?”'' The demon cackles in your ear. Tickling your brain with his honeyed words, you resign yourself to his control. ''“GOOD. I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO SHOW YOU~”'' (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Possessed by an otherworldy demon, you become a spectator in your own body as you ravage and fuck your way into an entire harem of enamored, slutty cultists~]<hr> (set: $s15 to 1)

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))If it’s a fight he wants, then it’s a fight he’s gonna get! Gripping the hilt of your blade, you prepare to strike the tiger down. You doubt he’ll be half as smug with a few feet of steel in that musclegut! Feigning left, you surge forward with a confident, two-handed thrust! (text-style: "shudder")[//TWANG!//] “HAH! Too slow~” To your surprise, the heavy cat-man perfectly evades you, stepping aside like a matador! Encircled by his regal robes, he binds your blade into a heap and disarms you! With a firm yank, you fall into his heavy arms, squirming and struggling. There’s nothing ethereal about this feline’s heavy mitts… they're as solid as solid can be! //Cllennnncchhh~// ''“Hmm… perhaps you need a bit more persuasion, then? I can’t have a slave trying to run me through every time I want some release now, can I?”'' His thick, beefy fingers clap down over your throat, effortlessly lifting you off the ground! You sputter as you attempt to draw breath, denied oxygen by a stern press of his thumb. His other hand forms a fist in front of your face, his knuckles cracking. For a moment, you think he’s about to sock you in the jaw… until one of his rings begins to glow! ''“Look closer, adventurer… Let’s get rid of that silly will of yours.”'' The thick, gilded ring adorning his middle finger is far larger than the rest. A perfectly cut hunk of raw amethyst, it’s encrusted with many cursory gems. Something about it is just so captivating... Deep within the milky violet of the central jewel, you can see shapes begin to swirl. A ghostly light emerges from within, beaming brilliantly into your eyes. It hooks you with a glance, making your vision swirl and shift… Fuck, was he always so handsome? Why do you feel so… (text-style: "sway")[flushed…] Spirals of brilliant energy emerge from the ring, dancing in your vision like glimmering stars. You feel so relaxed all of a sudden… Your struggles cease as you stare into his ring, hanging limply in his clawed grip. That dazzling gemstone is just so… so compelling. The deeper you look, the more it opens up within, containing an endless bounty of dazzling lights to lose yourself in! Rings of hypnotic influence form in your eyes as your will is taken from you. This is just so easy… just watch, and admire… you don’t care that it’s taking your will from you. ''“That’s it… give in to me… become mine, little slave~”'' The tiger laughs, relishing in the dumbstruck expression on your face. Gods, how he’s missed this! Thankfully, his servants buried him with his favorite relic. Hypnotized by this big, hunky tiger-daddy, you unconsciously reach for his big, soft chest, gripping a handful of his manly fluff… (text-style: "sway")[Obey him… serve him… attend to him… Wait, but your quest! You can’t just… no… that’s wrong…] (text-style: "sway")[Nothing else… matters…] ''“Kiss the ring, slut. Go on… swear yourself to my service~”'' His prowling voice cuts through the haze, imprinting on you like the mandate of a god. Unable to stop yourself, you grab his wrists, and lean forwards to kiss the surface of that perfect, mind-breaking jewel… (text-style: "emboss")[//Smooooooooch~//] And just like that, the old you is gone. All your courage, all your heroism… all scooped out, making way for your feline master’s new influence. In its place, the ring instills you with the insatiable need to serve. The ring owns you: And, in turn, whoever owns the ring is your rightful superior. The new and improved you is a trembling, eager servant, making out with this stud’s ring as though it were an old lover~ ''“Ahah! Good, good… That’s a better look for you. No need for all that foolish bravado… this is easier. This is where you should be.”'' Eager to test the limits of your new loyalty, the tiger extends his thick, bejeweled middle finger to your lips. Offering no resistance, you allow him to shove that meaty digit into your mouth! Your heart skips a beat as his claw scratches the back of your throat, caressing your inner cheeks with dominant force. Like a good slut, you purse your lips and suck on his finger, treating it with kingly respect. Eventually, the tiger stuffs it down your throat to assess the softness of your gullet. Tears well up in your eyes as you swallow it down. You’re nice and plush in there… just how he likes it~ //POP!// You sputter as his finger emerges from your lips, caked in a sheet of servile drool. After drying it on his cloak, he loosens his grip on you, satisfied with your brainwashing. ''“Excellent! Mmm… now, for your first task. You’ve set quite the fire in my loins, slave… Why don’t you put on a slutty little show for your new master? Let’s see those curves in action~”'' The instant the tyrant releases you from his grip, you’re already starting to remove your clothes. You’ve never torn them off so fast! Chuckling darkly, the tiger-man unbuckles his belt as you strip down to your socks. Emerging from his loins like a great pink serpent, his bulging, manly member springs into the air! Fat, cut, and thicker than your wrist, it’s a cock fit for a king. Already half-mast from breaking you in, he takes his hand-stuffing meat in both hands and starts to pump away while he watches you debase yourself. The sight of your master stroking himself to you fills you with breathless joy… you’d better work him up! Launching into a seductive, swaying sashay, you jut your hips into the air and swirl them around. You’ve never stripped for anybody before, so you’re more than a little clumsy! Luckily, it doesn’t seem to matter to him. Snarling and stroking, the fat cat licks his lips while you wiggle like a brothel whore. You’re hopelessly inexperienced… he’ll have to train you to be a better dancer someday. But for now, your moves are adequate. He growls especially loud when you turn around and show off your ass, lifting your tail to give him a peek at your tailhole. ''“Mmmmfff… that’s it… Oh, the money I’d pay for an ass like that. Toned, smooth… like my favorite whore at the brothel~”'' The baron is throbbing in no time, waggling all twelve of his bulging, smooth-cut inches through the air. Stroking his fluffy chin and beckoning you forward, he can’t wait to get his claws on you! Gripping your thighs with a lusty sigh, he takes possessive spools of your flesh while his cock drags over your back. You try to keep dancing while he dry-fucks your back, wriggling about to keep him on that precipice. The trance you’re under ensures that you share his pleasure, mimicking his arousal with your own genitals. A blast of soupy precum spills from his cock soon enough, making a gooey mess of your tail. His patience wears thin soon enough, and he scoops you up into his arms to get at your prized asshole~ ''“Fuck yeah… back straight, hips tight. I want you mewling like a virgin while I take you~” ''Drawn back against that soft, fluffy chest of his, he buckles you into his pecs with a tiger-strength hug! He’s taking you, here and now. Aligning the tip of his thick, ghostly dick with your asshole, you tense up as you feel him pushing in. That thick, ghostly mass of man-meat isn’t going in easy! Sputtering and gagging in his arms, you force yourself back on that feline fuckpole, aching deep in your guts for a nice stuffing. His dominant, growly grunts of pleasure are all the motivation you need. Soon enough, his throbbing crown pieces your rosebud, and the first of your master’s inches rip through your pre-lubed guts… //(text-style: "rumble")[SHHHllllLLRRrrrrrrRKKK!!!] ''“Aaaaaahh~”''// A pleasured, regal purr escapes your ghostly master as he stretches you open, hilting his meat into your cushy ass. Your eyes flutter with his initial thrust, seized by the sensation of your guts stretching apart! Gripping your chest and huffing over your shoulder, the two of you elope in a sensual standing fuck. Even though he lacks corporeal flesh, his oil-slick fur is delightfully warm! That well-fed gut of his feels nice and soft against your back as he plows you. Soft and stern in equal measure, the fuck-hungry feline snarls in your ear as he takes what he wants. ''“Unnff!!! So… Warm… Mmm, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alive! It’s been too long since I made a mess out of a pretty boy like you. What’s it been… 600 years? Heh… hope you don’t mind the age difference~”'' Your knees are trembling like crazy. As the tiger’s mighty thighs slam into your ass, it’s genuinely difficult to support yourself. Sensing your struggle, your master decides to take things a bit further. Floating just slightly off the ground, he reclines back in midair, supporting you like a manly mattress. Tearing into you from below, the tyrant’s manhood skewers you like a greatspear. Cradled by his mighty pecs and enveloped in his scent, you can’t help but madly stroke yourself off. You’re not just any slave. You’re a prized, treasured piece of ass that he’s going to enjoy forever~ //Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!// ''“Grrrr… Mmnnnff! Clench up, boy… This is the last time you’ll ever be tight enough to deny me~”'' Even without his new, ghostly abilities, the tiger’s sexual prowess is clearly on display. Having deflowered many a cute virgin-boy during his time alive, he knows just where to thrust to make you moan! You tense up with bliss as he drenches your prostate with a sloppy splurt of precum, only to mash it into a pancake with a crush of his hips. Leaking pre like crazy, your asshole is soon smooth and pliant: The perfect sheath for his man-braking member! The regal feline growls in your ear as he enjoys himself, commanding you to mimic his pleasure. Lost in hypno-haze and wracked with subby pleasure, you spill a hot load of cum over yourself while he prepares to finish inside of you~ Tail curling, balls slapping, and mouth agape, the power of his thrusts builds as he prepares to finish. ''“Prrrrrrrr… Nnnffff! Moan for me, slut. Moan for master while I claim you~”'' //“Aaah… Unnnaaaaaaaaaffffffnnn!!!”// (text-style: "rumble")[''//SPPLLRRRRRRRRRCCCHH~//''] Fucked breathless, the sound of your sputtering, wordless lust-groan is more than enough to set him off! Hilting you snugly, a boiling-hot cumshot suddenly spills into your guts, bloating you out with the sheer size of his royal orgasm! The tiger’s jaws latch around your neck while he cums in you, teething your nape with love-bites as your guts tighten up. His fat, warm balls pulse greedily as he deposits his seed in you. The pressure building in your intestines is mind-numbingly intense, and you find no relief until his cum starts to spill out of your ruined asshole. After about two minutes of pumping you full, your master keeps his softening cock snugly hilted in your asshole as he pets your cum-swollen tummy. ''“Oh… How delightful! For a moment, I thought I’d broken you. How are you holding up, slave? Still feel like scampering away?”'' You can’t respond. Stripped barren by his cursed ring, the only sound that escapes you is a breathless, slutty moan.// “Guuaaaaahhnnnn~”// ''“Ahh… Atta slut! Stay nice and still for master. We have much work to do. It’s going to take a while to rebuild everything that I’ve lost. So much time, so much effort… It’s a good thing you’ll be fastened to my cock! Now, where to begin~”'' Floating off into the darkness, you’re pulled out of sight by the manly specter. Effortlessly pinned against his chest, your arms and legs go limp as he steals you away. Soon enough, you’re laid down on an aged set of pillows back in his personal, wealth-laden tomb, and seeded with another one of his grizzly cumshots. Sore, gaped, and utterly mindbroken, you cannot find the resolve required to continue your quest, and simply retire into your new position as your ghostly master caresses your head. You’re not quite sure how the next few years transpire. For most of it, you’re too swollen with spirit-jizz to pay close enough attention! Enslaved as his personal whore, part of your duties involve being rented out by other wealthy undead. Eagerly collecting their coin, your master’s wealth grows larger with every noble you satisfy. Nourished by the enormous amounts of spirit energy dumped into your asshole, he grooms you into a perfect, androgynous fucktoy to slake his lusts. Taking your place amidst his lavish chambers, you spend the rest of your days snoozing and moaning while his power grows ever-greater. Eventually, using his wealth and influence over the other undead, he joins the ranks of the dark one’s legions as a powerful visier. Following him wherever he goes, you’ll forever remain his favorite slave. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Lost to the whims of a pampered phantom, your belly remains constantly filled with his mindbreaking royal seed.]<hr> (set: $s17 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))Pfft. As if. This pompous ghoul would have a better shot riding a three-legged horse than getting between your legs. Laughing cruelly, you wave off the tiger’s advances with a turn of your wrist, shooing the spirit away. His face crunches into a furious scowl, and he quickly launches into a barrage of insults. ''“Why, you little… hey! Watch your tone, boy… I’ve struck my servants for less! Do you have any idea how powerful I was!?”'' Leering viciously, the tiger-man stares you down with daggers for eyes! You can tell you’ve wounded his pride by the quivering in his voice. Bit by bit, he’s becoming more ethereal. Time to deal the killing blow! “Eh, maybe. You’re nothing now. Just bones and dust. Get out of my way.” You roll your eyes, paying his anger no heed. You pretend to stare right through him, ignoring his authoritative gaze completely. Oh, he’s just FUMING now! Lashing his tail and turning his cheek, he steps forward to discipline you with the back of his palm… … and passes right through you. Powerless and fading, the spirit mumbles dejectedly as you walk through him. Confidence shattered, he fades away into the darkness. ''“Hmmmph… ingrate. I… I haven’t lost my touch, have I? Surely this isn’t… the end of my legacy…”'' The ghost fades away entirely, allowing you to continue uninhibited. You can’t believe that worked! Smiling confidently, you press on through the tunnels, ready for a more tangible threat. (if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Hungry Snake (1)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Rival Adventurer]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Amorous Ghoul (4)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Hellhound Pursuer (6)]]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))You’ve got almost no time to react before that mighty canine pounces on you, pressing those burly paws into your chest! You yelp as you’re bowled to the floor, your (if: $Blade is 1)[blade](If: $Greatsword is 1)[greatsword](if: $Broadsword is 1)[broadsword](if: $Scythe is 1)[scythe](if: $Spear is 1)[spear](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[poleaxe](if: $Daggers is 1)[daggers] skittering off into the darkness! The beast’s weight easily crushes your ability to squirm. As that monstrous muzzle lowers down to look you in the eye, you catch a glimpse of your terrified expression reflected in the Hellhound’s burning irises~ ''“Grrrrrrrwwwwrrrllll~”'' The sound that emerges from the monster’s throat is abysmally deep, easily draining you of any courage you might’ve had left. Growling in your face, the beast isn’t so much threatening you as he is demanding that you submit! Those pearly, slobber-soaked fangs rend the air above your face as he snaps his jaws. He doesn’t stop until you’re completely still, succumbing to weakness beneath his mighty grip… //Sllllrrrrrrrrrrppp~// Your submission is instantly rewarded by a gooey slurp of his doggish tongue! Boiling-hot saliva washes over your face as the hellhound affectionately tastes you, swiping over your features to assess your living flavor. So much mana, so much vigor… he’s never slurped up anything quite as soft as you! Instantly enthralled, the giant canine starts buttering you up with sloppy dog-kisses, smooching you deeply and intently. Even though you’re too shell-shocked to reciprocate the kiss, the feeling of all that hot slobber running down your face is a little refreshing after a long day. ''Grrrrwwwlllrrrr~''// Sllrrrrrrrpp~ Slllrrrrrrrpp~ Slllrrrrrrppp~//'' GrrrrrrRrrrr~'' That being said, you’re not in control of the kiss for even a moment. The instant you try to struggle out of his pounce-hold, you’re met with an angry gnash of those jagged fangs! It’s probably for the best that you just hold still and let the fiery canine have his way. He’ll probably lose interest… right? Content with your stillness, the hellhound sets himself down atop you, burying you beneath his demonic breast. Paws planted at your sides, that hairy muzzle presses into your face over and over, helping himself to your lips. Eventually, his maw separates, sealing over your face in a rough, beastly kiss~ //“Mmmmmrrrrrphhh~!!”// You can barely breathe with that big beast smooching you. Raw, untamed hellhound breath floods your lungs, huffing up your vision with hellish steam. As you’re muffled by that mighty muzzle, you can feel his hips start to roll over your chest. Pushing that fat, oily shaft over your chest, he’s starting to work himself up for the main event! You twitch with panic as the red-hot tip of his shaft pokes your belly, smearing a trail of pre over your navel. The hellhound’s tail batters back and forth as you stoke his fire, urging him to give into his breeding urges. You’re fuel for the fire now… soon enough, it’ll be hot enough to consume you~ The smooch-humping continues until his shaft is nice and thick, easily flopping over half your tummy. That fire-red rocket easily nudges aside your jerkin. Using your soft, living flesh to coax out his knot, the hell-wolf’s excitement is almost endless. Hot jets of beast-pre soak your stomach, blossoming warmth over your entire chest. The hair-raising stink of hellhound breeding settles around you like a fog. Suddenly, this doesn’t feel quite so violent… In fact, the weight of the big hell-dog on top of you is oddly comforting. Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around the beast’s burly back, hugging into his possessive pounce-hold. So muscular, so vicious… if nothing else, you’re rather pleased with being an object of fascination for this mighty, mythical beast. ''“Grrrrrrrwwwwwwlllllfff~” ''The hound agrees. As that alpha-musk eases you into complacency, his eyes flare with infernal desire. Suavely slurping your lips until they open, his beefy tongue invades your mouth. At first, you’re stunned by the strong taste of hell-drool. Eyes flaring wide, you plead with him to ease up. Instead of pulling back, that tongue just sinks deeper, stuffing your throat nice and full. With all that huffy dog-breath pouring down your throat, you’re forced to stifle a moan as you swallow mouthfuls of canine saliva. //Huuuffff… Huuuuuuffff… Huuuuuuffff…// //''RRrrrrrrriiiiipp!!!''// And there go your trousers! One of the hellhound’s hindpaws extends forward, raking over your thighs assertively. He shreds through your clothing like paper, tearing away until there’s nothing but tatters on your waist. Freed from your underwear, your half-stiff cock meets the burning underside of his beastly bitch-breaker. You’re easily outmatched by his virility. Compared to that mighty knotted stud-stuffer, your cock might as well be a little love bump! Those hips of his never stop pumping, subjecting you to a fiery frotting. Spewing steamy love-juice over your waist and thighs, you find yourself humping back into the hellhound’s probing thrusts~ ''“Grrrrrrwwwwwlll~ Mwaaaaaaahh~” ''After thoroughly imprinting the taste of his slobber on your tongue, the hellhound’s jaws unlatch from your face. Still connected by reams of soupy slobber, you’re jittering like crazy! An amorous grin spreads over the hellhound’s face, stirring you with a slurp. He must feel how hard you are for him. The hell-dog’s nose drinks the scent of arousal off of you, elated to smell it. It tells him what he’s been longing to hear for an eternity: That a delicious, living soul is ready to be his bitch~ ''“Rruuulfff!”'' He barks, commanding your stillness. Rearing back, he thrusts the burning tip of his shaft in between your thighs. He’s not even going to flip you over! You grit your teeth as his dog-cock harshly prods your taint, probing for your hole. Fast and feral, his hips beat into yours as he searches for your rosebud. It stings something fierce! Coaxed by the pain, you spread your legs to give him access. At last, a lucky strike spears the entrance to your asshole, harshly prying you apart to fit his pre-oiled cock. //Schhhllllllllkkkkkk!!!// //“Guuuhhh!!!”// A yelp is forced from your lips as those searing inches barrel into your backdoor. Heated by hellfire and pumping with blood, the hellhound’s manhood sends a wave of warmth surging through you! Those raw inches press as deep as they can without assistance. When lube becomes necessary, a messy spew of hound-pre erupts into your intestines. Your eyelids flutter as your guts bloat out with cock slime. Panting hard and unblinkingly proud, the hellhound’s burning eyes eagerly analyze your agonized expression as his cock peels you apart. He feeds from your pain and pleasure alike, growing more passionate the stronger your emotions become. Loosened by the blazing temperatures of the hellhound’s dick, your innards are soon suitable for a proper rutting. Those mighty hips swing back before slamming forward, filling your rear with a full foot of hell-cock! Fucked listless, you gag and scratch the dirt as the breeding properly begins. It’s hot, it’s wild, it’s merciless… but somehow, it’s utterly mindblowing. The feeling of those white-hot inches sawing over your prostate gets your precum dribbling almost instantly! Your insides spasm as the beast tears them apart, boiling them into a numb, pliant fuckhole for him to ruin and fill. Growls of pleasure fill the crypt as the demon takes what’s rightfully his, slamming his inches down to that thick, girthy knot. ''“Grrrrrrrwwrrrrllll!!!''” //PLAP!… PLAP!… PLAP!… PLAP!// Being a hellhound-bitch is as terrifying as it is utterly thrilling. Every thrust is unpredictable, every growl is earned. His oily tail sweeps over your trembling legs. From above, slobber and sweat rain down on you, matting you down with powerful, delicious alpha-juices. For him, it’s everything he’s ever wanted. All those years spent prowling the outskirts of hell, searching for a soul to capture and call his own… and now it’s finally here! Soft, warm, and oh-so-tight. His cock was made to punish you and pleasure you in equal measure, milking out your emotions to fuel the beast’s ever-burning fire. Your vision blurs as you cum uncontrollably, splattering his sleek, obsidian underbelly with shameful ropes of jizz… Looking to your beastly lover, you search his lustful expression for relief. Those beaming, intelligent eyes contain nothing but amorous hunger. Nestled against your sore, bruised thighs, his balls bulge with hellish cum. He has a need. And as his lesser, you’ll be forced to bear it, one way or another. //SHHHLLLRRRRRKK!!!'' POP!''// Slamming those hips into your poor, overused asshole, that mighty knot finally breaks past your defenses, hilting itself into your hole! The pain is overwhelming, but the instant you open your mouth to scream, his lips close over your mouth and lock you in a sloppy kiss. That skull-sized breeder’s bulk pulses angrily in your asshole, completely plugging you up. Your stomach bulges with the outline of his cocktip. Flooded with pleasure, the demonic canine sighs down your throat. There’s no escaping him now. Fortunately, it’s not long before his orgasm finally overcomes him, and the first blast of demon-spunk gushes into your guts! //''GrrrRRRRRrrRrrrrrwWWWllll~''~~ SHHHHHHPPLLRRRRRRRRKKK!!!// You can actually feel his balls clenching against your thighs. Those weighty, massive dog-nuts pulse with relief, sending enormous blasts of puppy-spunk into your asshole! If you’d been capable of bearing pups, the first pump would’ve seeded you with triplets. A womb-filling torrent of chunky, virile demon-jizz clogs your insides with blazing warmth. With your asshole blocked by that giant knot, there’s nowhere for it to go but your tummy! Your belly slowly distends with a thick stew of mushy cum, weighing you down almost completely. Humping and tongue-fucking your throat the entire time, the hellhound doesn’t stop railing you until you’re completely stuffed with his puppies~ //Glllllrrrrrrrrrrrruruppp~ Shhhhhllrrrrrrrrrrrkkk~ Shhhhhhhlllrrrrrrrkk~// At long last, it’s finally over. Sweating and shaky, you release your grip on the hellhound’s mane, falling back into a limp pile on the floor. Still knotted, the demon admires his handiwork. Listless and utterly defeated, you’re completely unable to resist him any further. Perfect! His knot swivels around in your asshole as he turns around with a parting lick, before marching back through the crypt to find where he’d emerged from. Dragged along behind him as his hunting prize, it’s only a short walk before he ducks under a shelf into a ritual room. Carved in the floor, just barely wide enough to fit his bulky body, is an ominous, red portal! Yipping happily, the canine slips into that hellish portal, dragging you along with him! All of a sudden, you’re plunged into a pitch-black fold in reality! The experience instantly overwhelmed your fragile mind, sending you into a deep, dreamless slumber. … //“Whuuhhhh?”// Your eyes open to a desolate, rocky mountainside. Stripped clean of anything living or natural, great pillars of flame rise from the ground. There isn’t a sky above you. Just a yawning, dark abyss. Malicious shadows slip behind every rise, slipping in and out of sight. In your heart, you know where you are. You’ve just been dragged to hell. You’re too sore and tired to try and escape the grip of his knot. His tail wagging, the beastly hound ducks and dives through the infernal corridors, dragging you along behind him. It’s quite a bumpy ride, but eventually, you’re whisked into a deep, pitch-black cave. The flames that crawl along the hellhound’s shoulders provide smoldering illumination as you take in your new home. Satisfied after a long day of hunting, the hellhound collapses atop you like a bed. Squashed and knotted under his mighty chest, your journey comes to an end. You’ll spend the rest of your days in the crags of that rocky hellscape, tucked away inside a musk-soaked den with your hellhound master. As his personal breeding toy, you’re propped up on a bed of comfy furs and knot-stuffed every single moment. He doesn’t need to sleep, he doesn’t need to eat… and neither do you, for that matter. You’re a lost soul in the underworld, stolen away by one of its most deserving denizens. And you’ll never, ever be found. ''“Grrrrrrwwwll… Mine~”'' (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Dragged into hell by an affectionate hellhound, you'll spend the rest of your existance as his perfect, obedient breeding toy.]<hr> (set: $s16 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))You wouldn't last a second in a fight with this burly beast! If you want to walk away from this, you'll need to get creative! As the hellhound stalks forward, you're suddenly struck with an idea. Pointing a finger in his face and whooping loudly, you order him to halt! ''Ggrrrrrrwwwlllfff?'' To your amazement, the beast actually responds to your command. Rising from his hunter's stance, he plops down on his rear and gives you a quizzical look. As it turns out, the hounds of hell are well-trained! You'd better not push your luck though. Plucking a stray bone from the floor of the crypt, you hurl it down the hallway behind you! //"Fetch!"// An obsidian blur of excitement rushes past you, vanishing from view! Taking the opportunity to slip away, you duck into a side hallway and proceed until you find a small gap in the wall. There's no way the hound can follow you through here! Safetly on the other side, you can hear those heavy paws tromping through the ruins, searching for you. You feel a little bad about cutting the fun short for him. Maybe if you run into him on the way out, you can play with him a little more! (if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Demon Summoning (3)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Hungry Kobold (2)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Rival Adventurer]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Hungry Kobold (2)]]] <hr>

<hr>''Hitched Stallion''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"001ForestBackground.png")) To your surprise, the doorway to the crypt is already open! Huh... that's not what you were expecting. It's just wide open, spilling foulness into the surrounding air. Well, that probably saves you a lot of time! It would've been a major hassle to try and pry it open. You should be able to just walk right in! There's just one problem, though. The entrance is still guarded. (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Duke.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Duke.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] ''Snort~'' An enormous, chocolate-colored draft horse stands before the entrance, sniffing the air for danger. Hitched to a post, the massive equine's burly mane draws over its eyes like a funeral shroud. Tall, burly, and proud, a few packs of weapons and supplies are slung over the horse's heavy rear. Whoever owns this mighty steed must be quite the warrior... you're barely at neck height with this bulky beast! Under the shimmering moonlight, the draft horse's well-groomed pelt is black as night. And it's definitely a stallion, too. As it trots about, you catch a glimpse of the beast's huge, leathery ballsack swinging between those weighty hindlegs. Talk about a beast of burden... those sloshers probably weigh twenty pounds //each//! The only way into the crypt is past him. That's certainly inconvenient. It's almost certainly an intentional move, though. Nobody would dare mess with a creature that size! More than that, the horse is intelligently and diligently standing guard. He's already spotted you through the brush. The stallion threateningly paws at the dirt, daring you to make a move. If you're keen on continuing your adventure, you will need to find a way around this monster-sized mount! (either: "[[Just walk by...->Just Walk By]] [[Stoothe the beast?->Horse Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Horse Pred, Digestion, Observer, Fatal, Disposal.//)]", "[[Stoothe the beast?->Horse Vore]] (if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: Oral Vore, Horse Pred, Digestion, Observer, Fatal, Disposal.//)] [[Just walk by...->Just Walk By]]") <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))He's fast, but you doubt he can bring you down before you're within striking distance! Gripping your weapon and gritting your teeth, you hone in on his position with a quick glance. You'll only get one shot at this, so you wait until he's in the corner of the room to limit his evasive options. Now or never! Crying out valiantly, you vault your cover with a mighty leap! //SCCHUNK!!!// ...And immediately take a venomous dart to the shoulder. ''"Pffft. What was that?"'' The crow laughs, haughtily crossing his arms. A fast-acting incapacity agent floods your bloodstream, sending you to the floor before you can even take a step! Lethargic and subdued, you collapse into a dusty heap at his feet, your weapon falling uselessly from your grip. Whatever that dart was poisoned with is so potent that it feels like you've been caught in a weighted net! ''"Well, that was disappointing. For a moment I thought you'd have a bit more sense than.. well, whatever that was. Ho hum... I'm sure you gave it your all! It just wasn't much."'' ''"Still... I thought this would be a little more fun. Hmm... Perhaps I ought to pretend that you made it a little further! If only for my own amusement."'' Entirely at the curvy crow's mercy, he rolls you over with a nudge of his taloned toes. Descending upon you in a blur of feathers, he pins you to the ground in a provocative pose, restraining your arms and legs in an exotic wing-grip! Even though you're still drugged, you can feel the pressure and mastery of this assassin's craft. Using you as a training dummy, he huffs and twirls your body to his liking, eventually slotting your head between his firm, meaty bird-thighs. //Squeeeeeeeeeze~// ''"Ooooooh... this is my favorite one, you know? So tempting, so dangerous... I could end your life so easily like this. I could twist my legs and snuff you like a lamp~"'' Draping over your shoulders like armor straps, the assassin's slender legs cross in your lap as he crushes your head. Scissoring around your head, he locks you in an inescapable thigh-hold to ensure your complacency. Firm, dense, and surprisingly light, the bird's body is exceedingly warm beneath those macabre leathers. As they strangle the air from your lungs, you can feel them pulsing heat into your skull. The skin-tight lining of his assassin's garb audibly strains as you're mashed between them. You're tucked into the thickest, meatiest part of his waist, drawn in so tightly you can feel his cock resting against the back of your head... //Sqqqquuuuuuunnnncccchhh~// Even though you're drugged up with enough tranquilizer to down a horse, you can still feel every sensation as though you were fully lucid. The sweaty aroma of his manly thighs, the crush of his muscles around your head, the suffocation you feel when he flexes around your neck... But thankfully, he's just toying with you. After roosting on your shoulders for about a minute and a half, he unseats himself from you, twisting back up to his full height.'' "Mmm... If only you'd lasted a bit longer. I would've loved to snap your neck while you were still thrashing~"'' "W-whuh..." You moan, raising a groggy arm in protest. The poison is starting to wear off, if only a little! However, the only resistance you can muster is a light tug at his pants. Paying you no attention, the corvid uncaps a sinister-looking potion.'' "Heheh... oh, but this is much better. I usually reserve this stuff for special targets... but it's been so long since I've been able to fully enjoy a bounty like you~"'' Pouring it down his beak, the androgynous bird closes his eyes and softly moans. Blinky slowly, he takes two steps back, shivering and shuddering. What on earth is he...? Reaching down to his belt, he tears it off in a hurry before whipping out his girthy, jet-black cock! Swollen to a healthy size, his manhood is rock-hard and throbbing like crazy! Bucking his hips into the air and throwing back his head, the assassin lets cock and balls swing over your head while the potion takes effect! ''"Gnnnff!!! F-fuck yeah... My, that's a strong blend! I'm gonna... haaah... Haaaaahhhhh~"'' //Bwomp// Huh... did his cock just get bigger? You could've sworn it was an inch or two shorter a few throbs ago. Maybe it's just the poison playing tricks on you. He's probably just rubbing in your defeat with some kind of aphrodisiac. //BWOMP// Nope! It's expanding before your very eyes, growing thicker and heavier with every pump! His cockveins throb and inflate with magic-infused blood. You watch in awe as his manhood swells from a respectable eight inches to a foot and a half of precum-dribbling breeding bulk! The crow's balls inflate as well, swelling into big, bulging balloons of virility! Kicked into overdrive, you can actually hear his cum-factories churning out gallons of fresh jizz. And he's still not done growing yet! //BWOMMPP!!!// ''"Gaaaaaaahhh!!! Mmmmffff... That's... so much...~"'' The weight of his own magically-transformed genitals overwhelms him, and those bulging balls come smashing down over your face! Crushed between the bird-boi's overstuffed testicles, you choke down lungfuls of musk as he gets his bearings. His average-sized bird cock has swollen into a towering, pillar-sized pole of angry, throbbing fuckmeat! It takes both his arms to stroke that much dick! Hugging it against his chest, he opens his crop and swallows some of that tasty pre. Stroking and slurping at his new size, you're forced to wriggle beneath his sack as he gives himself a nice self-suck~ ''"Mmmm... Slurrrpp... That's the stuff! Gulp~ Fufu... Get a good feel for those nuts while you're down there, slut! You'll be boiling up in them soon."'' Utterly smooshed beneath those oversized bird-balls, you fight through the tranquilizer as best you can! Though incremental and painstakingly slow, you're making progress out from beneath them while the assassin pleasures himself. Stroking and sucking with an elegant rhythm, he gulps down thick, freshly-brewed mouthfuls of cum with a pleasant hum. Roosting on your pitiful, struggling body only further stokes his enhanced libido, ensuring he remains rock-hard the entire time! By the time you take a breath of fresh air, you've well-smeared with hot, boiling nut-grease. ''"Heheh... C'mere, cockfood~"'' N-no! Even though he's practically immobilized by his oversized cock, he still manages to lean down and pluck you off the floor! Shoving you up against the coffin you'd used as cover, he lowers his pillar-sized manhood down to stare you in the face. Yawning hungrily, his drooling cockhole twitches with predatory intent. The heat boiling off of it is enough to make you sweat. Looking down at you with a pitiless smile, he waves you a brief goodbye, before thrusting forward to seal you away! //SHHHLLLRRRRKK!!!// ''"Ca-Aaaaaaahhh!!"'' A shrill, avian shriek of pure pleasure pierces the air as the assassin's cocktip seals itself over your shoulders, sealing your head inside his manhood! Engulfed in hot, musk-slathered darkness, you uselessly twist your neck. A flood of syrup-thick pre floods your face, rushing over your shoulders to help lubricate you. Clenching down firmly, the bird-man's cockmeat refuses to let you go. There's an aching in his balls now. A throbbing, desperate desire to feel you melting into slop. Giving into his urges, the androgynous assassin throws back his wings and lets his cock have its way with you! Chugging, gulping, and slurping you down like a hungry snake, that dragon-sized dick effortlessly slides over your chest and pecs. Your defeated, musk-drunken expression slowly sinks down his shaft, projected through his meat as you descend its girth. You make for quite the studly bulge inside his length! Lusty juices coat you completely, soaking through your clothing to ruin your skin. There's no need to remove your armor or clothing... it's just added pleasure, some extra texture for the crow to feel sinking down his shaft. Your legs are lifted off the ground as he devours you down to your waist. Limply winding through the air, there's nothing to stop him from engulfing the rest of you. //Shhhhllrrrrrrpp!! Shhhhhlllrrrrrppp!!! Shhhhhlllrrrrppp!!!// ''"Mmm... Looks like the poison's wearing off. Perfect... you'll get to use the last of your strength thrashing around in my balls~"'' With just a few more pumps, your entire body is swallowed up by the assassin's shaft, displayed proudly inside his meat like a trophy! The image of your feeble, thrashing limbs buried inside his cockmeat is a nice visual, but the hunger in his balls demands that you be disposed of. Your head emerges into his dark, cum-stuffed ballsack, greeted by the mind-breaking scent of his avian spunk! You splash down into that soupy cum-muck in short order, curling up inside the rogue's balls while they begin to churn you away~ //Grrrrggggggrrggllrrggrrggllrrggg~// Neck deep in boiling, sizzling jizz, his balls start working away at you the moment you splash down! You’ve already chugged down enough cum on the way down, so do your best to hold your breath while you’re tossed about! Lying down over his bulging balls, the assassin takes a well-deserved moment of rest atop his giant, sloshing sack. For him, it’s like lounging on a big, musky waterbed. He digs his talons through his bulging sack, kneading you about at his leisure. Beneath the near-constant gurgling of his cum-spewing balls, you can hear him lightly moaning. Assassinations are supposed to be emotionless and cold. But you’re not a target anymore. You’re just pleasure-fuel, and you deserve to be enjoyed as such. //Chhrrrrrrrrrrhhrrrrnnn~ Grrrgrgrrggguurrggrrgglluurrrrg!! Glurrrsh! Gluuuursh! Gllurrrrrssshh! Glluuurrrrsh!// ''”Haaaaahh… You’re melting up pretty quick in there, aren’t you? Fitting… even while you’re digesting you’re unimpressive! You’re the easiest coin I’ve ever made~”'' Struggling is barely even worth it. By the time the tranquilizer has fully worn off, you’re already half-melted into unrecognizable slop! Even so, you thrash and fight with everything you have, hoping to disturb the process at the very least! Your kicks and punches make his cock throb with delight. Unfortunately, years of stuffing people down his shaft have gifted this assassin with the self-control required to fully churn you up. As your struggles fade into nothingness, he withdraws an enormous condom from his utility belt, and lovingly slots it around his cocktip~ //SSHHHHPPPLLLRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!// Just in time, too! The cum-swollen assassin barely fits the rubber over his cock before his orgasm crashes into him, sending the entirety of your cummified remains rushing out of his balls! Cawing and convulsing, his dick blasts gallons of pure-white jizz into that mega-sized condom. It swiftly swells large enough to touch the ground. Cumgested right out of your clothing, bits and pieces of your half-churned armor come out in the blast, swirling around until they sink to the bottom. It’s more than enough proof that that giant bag of crow-jizz used to be a pathetic intruder. Pumping and convulsing until they’re back to their normal size, the assassin’s cock recedes back down to its normal size, having expended the last of the potion with that mighty orgasm. ''”Mmmm… You’ll fetch quite the coin, adventurer! Oh, I could get used to this… filling condoms and turning them in for a king’s ransom! Perhaps I should advertise my services like this as well. I’m sure there are plenty of tyrants willing to pay for someone to vanish down my shaft~”'' Ironically, the most difficult part of assassinating you is hauling your enormous, sloshy remains back to his master! After proudly displaying the condom you’d filled, the dark one awards the corvid with a pleasant bounty of rare gemstones. As soon as he’s able, the assassin makes a quick trip back to town to restock his transformative potions. Striking from the shadows, the crow blasts countless more bounties out of his balls before he finally retires in lavish comfort. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Digested!]] Taken down by a ruthless corvid mercenary, the filled-up condom you became fetches a hefty price from the dark one.]<hr> (set: $s11 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))This guy's a got a serious deadeye! You're gonna need cover if you're gonna get close enough to do anything. Maybe a shield? Aha! The cover on this coffin is loose! With a bit of effort, you manage to pull it off before the assassin can intervene. It's heavy and unwieldy, but it's more than large enough to serve as a great shield! Grunting with disgust, the formly assassin clicks his beak. ''Uhg... are you kidding me? Do you really think that's gonna work?!"'' A storm of throwing daggers rains down against the coffin cover, pattering uselessly against the hard stone! Several of them are embedded deep into the surface, but none penetrate deep enough to cause you harm. Step by step, you close in on the frustrated assassin, moving him towards a corner! Just before you're in striking difference, he hucks a smoke bomb at the floor, vanishing from view! ''"Son of a... you got lucky this time. Get your licks in now, because it won't happen again!"'' Waving the haze from your eyes, you discover that you're once again alone. With a labored sigh, you set your improvised shield down on the ground. That was too close for comfort... you'd better keep an eye out for more assassins. You have a feeling your bounty just went up! (if: $Spiders is 0)[(if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Werewolf Warrior (3)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Dark Mural (7)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Ghostly Bard (1)]]]](if: $Spiders is 1)[(if: $Seed is 2)[[[Continue->Undead Mage (4)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Gothy Fruitbat (5)]]](if: $Seed is 5)[[[Continue->Ghostly Bard (1)]]](if: $Seed is 7)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))This wide-hipped goth-boi doesn't seem very threatening. Though clearly annoyed, there's probably very little this guy could do to cause you harm. He's got quite the surplus of snacks next to him, too... maybe he'd be willing to share? All the excitement's starting to take it's tole, and staring all those juicy berries really puts a rumble in your gut. ''"Hmm... you know what? Sure thing. I should probably be cutting back anyway." ''Shrugging amenably, the bat plucks a fruit off the top of the pile and tosses it to you! Thick, bulbous, and semi-translucent, the violet berry is deliciously firm to the touch! It probably doesn't get any fresher than this. You're not really sure what it is, but it's so appetizing that you hardly care. ''"This stuff grows like crazy around here! I picked all this myself last night. Bulking up for winter has never been easier!"'' //Crruunnnnncchhh~// Your front teeth chomp through the berry's outer lining, instantly rewarding you with a gush of fresh juices! Chilled, runny, and sugar-sweet, you're forced to swallow down a mouthful of fluid before you can even start to chew! Berry-blood runs down your face as you chew it to the stem. The bat-boi watches intently as you chow down, easing himself off his seat to walk over to you. Something sparkles in his eyes when he hears you take a bite, making his bulky ears twitch. Grumbling with annoyance, he approaches you with a sour look on his face. ''"H-hey! You're not eating it right. See? You're getting juice all over your face. Uhg... you're SUPPOSED to put the whole thing in your mouth and chew it up! Now all that... Mm~ Good stuff is gonna go to waste! Here, let me clean it up for you."'' Without warning, the goth-bat suddenly wraps you up into a tight, wing-wrapped embrace! His leathery arm-wings bundle around you like blanket as he stoops forwards, opening his black-painted lips! //Mwwaaahhllnnn~ Mwahhhllnn~ Mwwwahhhlnnn~// For a moment, you thought you were a goner! You thought those sharp, sassy teeth would snap around your jugular and end your life! Fortunately, the thing this fruit-sucker cares about is the juice you've spilled on yourself. Eagerly lapping up the berry guts you've spilled on yourself, his lithe tongue scoops it right off your skin! He's so forward about it that you're briefly taken aback, struggling in his leathery grip. The fruit-hungry twink doesn't let that deter him for a second, nuzzling into your neck to lick you clean. At first, you're a little put off by how bold he is. But being pressed up against that tight, fluffy chest-fluff puts you at ease pretty quick! Plus, being hip-to-hip with those fat, chubby boi-thighs definitely helps soothe your nerves. ''"Mmm... stupid tasty adventurer... mwwwaaahhnn...slrrrrrp! You definitely stained your shirt. Gah... Hold still while I get it all off~"'' At first, he was a bit more reserved about his slurping. Swiping the biggest chunks off your face, he gobbled up the fruity streakes on your face with only glancing lashes of his tongue. But once all the easy-to-slurp stuff was gone, things suddenly started getting a whole lot more intimate! Mushing his gothy lips into your face, the bat-boi started pressing you into deep, seductive semi-smooches. Peppering your face and neck with lipstick marks, he assaults you with mushy, gooey kisses as he cleans off your face~ ''//Mwaaaaahh~ Mwaaaaaahh~ Mwaaahhh~// "Oh, fuck it. C'mere, you~"'' //Ker-SMOOCH!!!// Gripping the back of your head, you're suddenly smashed mouth-to-mouth with this wide-hipped cutie! His big, yellowish eyes flutter into yours as he makes out with your mouth, slipping his juice-stained between your lips. Huffing his fruit-tinted breath down your throat, the twink dominantly wrestles your tongue while tasting your inner cheeks. Plush, soft, and oh-so-feminine, you can't help but reciprocate the kiss a little! At the very least, you remain still and intrigued as he smooches the fuck out of you. The mushy sound of his lips sucking at yours fills you with a blushy sense of delight. This is... actually pretty nice! You're not sure why, but your heart is actually beating pretty hard right now. And it probably doesn't help that you've just unwittingly stuffed your face with one of the most potent aphrodisiacs known to man. As it turns out, every fruit in the bat-boi's pile was utterly loaded with extra-strength fuck pheromones! Those sugar-sweet juices you'd just so willingly guzzled set a fire in your veins, urging you to seek something nice and soft to worship. And as those big, slutty hips rub against you, you can't help but feel indecent thoughts. Swapping spit with the bat-boi, you unwittingly seek out the softness of his thighs, feeling up his shapely rump while he tongues out your face~ //''"Mmmrrrrrrr~ MWAAAAH!"''// Popping his lips off your face, the goth-bat pulls away from the smooch with a lusty huff. Smeared with black lipstick and woozy from the smooches, he looks you in your pleasure-drunken eyes and purrs. ''"Mmm... getting frisky down there, huh? I don't blame you. I've been bulking up for the winter, you know. Usually the extra weight is a hassle... but I actually don't mind where it's ended up this year! I think it's these //slutty// berries I've been gorging myself on~"'' Instead of discouraging your groping, the bat lays his own hands on top of yours and guides you through his soft, pleasant buttflesh. Your hands travel beneath those great, heaving ass-globes, lifting them up to feel their heft! ''"C'mon... there's nothing to be shy about, cutie. There's no shaming in loving my big, sweaty bat-butt! Show it some love, and I might just let you get up close and personal~"'' He steps backwards as he whispers in your ear, luring you back to his sofa. You're happily towed along, unable to escape the twinky draw of his fluttering eyelashes~ //Fwump!// With just a little push, he sends your shaky legs tumbling back onto the couch cushions! The back of your head fwumps into the seating, comfortably cradled by the old fabric. It's rather musky-smelling down here... probably because this bat-boi's been humping it for the past few weeks! Lethargic and excited, you look up to see the bat wobbling those cheeks into view. Swishing his fat ass through the air, he lets you admire him from below while he lustfully snickers. ''"Heehee! Hold your breath, hun. Let's see if your face is as comfy as it is tasty!"'' //KER-SMOOSH!!!// After giving you a teasy wink over his shoulder, the goth-bat leans backwards, smashing his ultra-cushy asscheeks right into your face! Your head vanishes into his behind as he crashes down, pressing you into the warm, musky darkness of his sweat-soaked crack! The stench of pent-up goth sweat instantly fills your lungs as you draw a panicked breath. Fortunately, the bat-boi keeps himself immaculately clean down there! Aside from some deep, salty-smelling stores of ass-sweat, there's nothing unappealing lurking in the depths of his asscrack! A tender sigh emerges from above you as he settles in, feeling your features spread his ass-dough apart. Your blush-covered cheeks make for some quite pleasant stimulation as he gets nice and cozy~ ''"What, did you think I was gonna let you fuck me? Pshh! I'm not that easy. If you want my ass, you'd better spoil it first!" ''Shifting on his heavy thighs, the goth-boi nestles deeper over your body. Soft, heavy, and all-encompassing, you're practically a perfect fit for his mighty cheeks! His sizeable, musk-soaked ballsack drapes over your neck like a choker, steaming up your every breath with lusty musk. Those massive pudge-mounds nestled around your head are just heavy enough to keep you shifting, ensuring your stillness. Eventually, you're greeted by a kiss of his fat, sweat-soaked pucker! Drawn into his deepest, muskiest depths, your mental faculties are placed under serious duress! Still flooded by aphrodisiac-fruit, your mind is left receptive to the hypnotic haze of his delicious, gothy musk. Seeping out of his pucker and tinged by the taste of the berries, that scrumptious ass-smell is literally making your mouth water. Deep inside, you're still resisting him. You're an adventurer, dammit! You don't have time to be a seat for some bratty bat-twink! But that bit of you that says no fades away with every breath you take. The cloying, drowning stench of his ass-sweat makes your heart hammer like nothing else. Surely it won't matter if you just take a little lick of it, right? //Sllrrrrrrrrrrppp~// ''"Mmm... that's it... eat me out, cutie! I'm... Haaah... A little sensitive back there~"'' The touch of your tongue provokes an instant reaction from the bat's anal ring, making it clench and throb like crazy! That must've felt GOOD. Suitably encouraged, you pour saliva over his pucker, swabbing it up and down with your tongue. The taste of his gothy ass just melts in your mouth. It's so hot, heady and natural that you swallow reflexively. Putting your doubts out of your mind, you grip the bat-boi's thighs and just start slobbering on his ass! Smooching, slurping, and tonguing him open, you lather his juicy asshole just like a fresh, juicy berry. Your reward is even more sweat and musk, which pours over your face in steady, steamy waves. So much of it fills your mouth that you're forced to swallow, feeling it run down your throat and into your belly~ ''"//F-fuck...// Good seat... You're... wow, you're //amazing// down there~"'' The bat-boi huffs. You can hear his muffled panting as he rides out your worship. There's a good amount of aphrodisiacs running through his system, too! Unable to resist, he starts to stroke his beefy cock with both hands, ardently enjoying the movements of your tongue. Immersed in each other so deeply, the pair of you enjoy a deeply mutual sense of pleasure. Pinned beneath all that ass-wobble, you're lovingly deprived of oxygen and fed nearly only musk. Achingly hard from overstimulation, you fill your pants hands-free from musk alone! Cumming from eating so much ass makes a deep, sensual imprint on you. Even though you've just drained your balls into your trousers, you're still hard enough to keep slurping. The feeling of his weight smushing you into the cushions, the way his thighs clench around your shoulders... it's all too good to be true! With just one more huff, you're completely brainwashed by all that butt, happily enjoying your rimming session in the dark~ //SHHHPPLLRRRRRRTTT!!!// ''"Guuuh! //MmnnFFUCK!!!//"'' And it sounds like you're not the only one, too! The bat-boi's fattened-up pucker is so well-lined with sensitive nerves that it only takes two minutes to send him over the edge! Chirping and fluttering, your gothy master sprays a hot load of cum over himself, aiming his cock towards his mouth! The lewd sounds of him guzzling down his own orgasm ring in your ears as he rides out his explosive ass-gasm. When he eventually comes down from his high, he slumps back into the sofa, keeping you pinned beneath under his ass~ ''"Holy... Wow, I've never gotten my ass eaten like that before! Most of the other monsters around here just wanna fuck me... H-hey, do you mind staying around for a little while? You're pretty well-hidden under there, and I've got plenty of fruit for the both of us. Heh... I really wanna try that again~"'' Brainwashed by musk and infatuated by his ass, you don't even give him a verbal answer. You just stroke his thigh and lick his asshole, indicating that you're perfectly happy where you are. Chirping pleasantly, the gothy batboy returns to his fruit feast, gobbling down the rest of his pile while you rim him. When his refractory period ends, the two of you get right back to it! Hours drag by, and you remain seated beneath his fat, cushy ass. Why would you ever want to leave? It's so deep, dark and comfortable that you just let him fall asleep on top of you. Eventually, your torch runs out of fuel and you become trapped in total darkness. You don't even notice, though. Tucked too deep inside his fat, cushy booty, you're perfectly happy in the dark. Totally claimed by his musk, you remain attentive and obedient for the next eighteen hours, happily licking away at that juicy pucker~ When he finally pops off your head, you're so thoroughly plastered to the sofa by sweat and spit that you can't even bring yourself to stand up! Bidding you a cheerful farewell, he lets you rest while he returns outside to gather more fruit. The two of you feast on more lust-berries when he returns, before you once again return to the safety of his asscheeks! The two of you will follow this routine for the next few years, letting the seasons pass in the dark while you worship his fat, dusky ass. For the most part, the minions of the dark lord leave the two of you alone. You're obviously not a threat anymore, so they don't even bother prying the two of you apart! ''"Mmmrrrr... I'm so glad you happened upon me, my little// roost//. It's really been a while, hasn't it? I think we should move out soon. Find somewhere less... dingy. There's a lot more berries out there now, so we'll never run out. How about we find a nicer cave, hun? Mmm... We should probably get a bigger sofa, too. I swear my ass gets fatter every year~"'' (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Enslaved!]] Romanced by a hungry bat-twink, your lips are stained with mind-numbing fruit as you lose yourself to his plump, heavenly asscheeks~]<hr> (set: $s10 to 1)

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))There's clearly no compromising with this brute! Even if you did come to terms on an arrangement, you doubt it would be remotely in your favor. You clearly don't command enough respect to get this guy to move along on your words alone... but maybe you don't need to! Bowing your head, you offer him an apology for your sudden intrusion. //"My apologies, sir! I was sent by your estate to fetch you. There's been a development regarding your hoard."// You shakily profess. Grunting and crossing his arms, Rholyx seems to take the bait! ''"Well? Spit it out already. Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?"'' There's a deathly annoyance in his words. Using it to your advantage, you sink deeper into your reverent bow and quiver your voice to sound extra convincing. If you're gonna get this paladin out of the way, you're going to need something that would terrify him to the core. Luckily, you're dealing with a dragon. Gritting your teeth, you make an //educated guess...// //"A very scary-looking dragoness has arrived at your doorstep, sir! We tried to get her to leave, but she just let herself in! She said she was there to collect an alimony payment, and that she'd be taking it straight from your hoard..."// ''"WHAAAAAAAAT???!!!"'' A jet of flame whooshes over your head as the paladin explodes in a fit of rage! Beady-eyed and red with rage, the armored lizard clenches his fist toward the sky. ''"That WENCH! I thought I had already paid her this month?! GRAH! I'll have her HIDE for this. She's probably helping herself to my enchanted bathtub this very instant!"'' Okay, maybe that worked a little //too// well! Storming out of the room in a fit of rage, the massive warrior nearly tramples you as he thunders back towards the exit! He shouts after you as he leaves, pointing a commanding finger in your face. ''"YOU! Hold my place in this cesspool while I deal with my... affairs!!! Don't you DARE proceed without me! Grrr... Of all the times..."'' And just like that, he's gone! You wait for his thumping footsteps to fade from earshot before you pick yourself back off the ground, breathing a sigh of relief. With that warrior out of the way, you're free to take this quest for yourself! [[Your reward awaits!->Ghostfire Pillar 2]] <hr>

<hr>(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](set: $Pillar1 to 0)(set: $Pillar2 to 0)(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000))[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Digested.png" alt="" width="788" height="288">]](if:$Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Digested.png" alt="" width="263" height="96">]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[Devoured, churned, and graciously absorbed, your adventure ends as a delightful patch of pudge upon your greedy predator...]] Return to the [[beginning...->Inn]](set: $Ledger to 1) <hr>

<hr>(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))](set: $Pillar1 to 0)(set: $Pillar2 to 0)(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000)) (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Enslaved.png" alt="" width="788" height="288">]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Enslaved.png" alt="" width="263" height="96">]] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[Broken and conquered by an uncouth warrior of darkness, you've been lost to the passions of those who skulk in the darkness...] Return to the [[beginning...->Inn]](set: $Ledger to 1) <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"009Sanctum.png"))Placing one foot in front of the other, you trudge your way through the swirling miasma! Though the wind blows you about and the corruption drains your spirit, you muster just enough strength to climb the sanctum’s steps! The lich’s eyes grow fearful as you ascend, drained of their former confidence. Growling and chanting, the panther hastily attempts to finish weaving your doom. Just… a little… //longer…!// Too late. ''“What are you… No! It can’t be! Get back! You’re not supposed to…”'' Standing before the dark sorcerer, knee-deep in foulness, you ready a destructive blow. You can see your reflection in his terrified eyes. Roaring triumphantly, you put an end to the lich’s vile reign… (text-style:"rumble")[//SHHHllllllllkkkkk!!!//] (if: $Broadsword is 1)[Your broadsword flashes forward, skewering through a slot in his fluffy ribs! Howling with agony, the lich makes a grab for the hilt, his clawed fingers raking yours. In response, you only drive your sword deeper. A foul ichor seeps from the wound as you force him back into the wall, making him drop to his knees. Gasping and sputtering, the cat opens his mouth to plead for his life. Unsympathetic, you wrench your sword out of his belly and lop off his head!](if: $Spear is 1)[Gripping your spear with both hands, you charge it straight into the tyrant’s exposed guts! A shivering yowl echoes through the room as you ram him all the way through. Hissing and grabbing at the hilt, you’ve punctured the lich so thoroughly that he can’t even mount a proper retaliation. The light leaves the sorcerer’s eyes as he slides down the neck of your spear. For good measure, you drive him into the ground, leaving his lifeless body sprawled over the ghastly floor…](if: $Daggers is 1)[One after the other, your daggers bury themselves into the lich’s soft belly. Gagging sharply, the Lich attempts to swipe you with his enchanted claws! Fast like a serpent, you unsheath one of your blades from his guts, twirling around to plant it in his back! Tackling him to the ground, you gut the dark sorcerer like a deer, splattering the floor with his vile innards. It’s a messy kill… but the exhilaration of the hunt makes your heart surge with joy.](if: $Greatsword is 1)[Stepping into an overhead strike, you send your greatsword cleaving down onto the tyrant’s shoulder! The weight of your blow easily slashes through his mortal frame. Like a woodcutter chopping logs, you nearly split the fiend in two! A spurt of ichor gushes over you as he topples to the floor in pieces. Unsheathing your zweihander from his ruined corpse, you wipe the blade clean with your wrist.](if: $Poleaxe is 1)[A knightly aura surrounds you as you ram the lich with your poleaxe! The spearhead skewers his shoulder, sending the fiend reeling to the floor. Hissing and clutching his wounds, you remove your weapon and step to the side to finish the job. Aligning the axeblade to his neck, you behead him with a clean, downward chop! Unholy blood spills over the floor, putting an end to the dark one’s vile reign.](if: $Scythe is 1)[Spinning your scythe, you feign a swing towards the lich’s side. Nervous and unthinking, he lowers his stance to ward off your blow. The fool… he’s fallen for the oldest trick in the book! Your swing glides high, puncturing the panther’s throat clean through! His eyes glaze over as you wrest your weapon free. Pouring blood from his savage wound, you watch with a savage grin as he collapses to the floor in a pool of vital fluids.](if: $Blade is 1)[You slash him. Cutting clean along his stomach, your blade delivers a fatal blow almost instantly. Unarmored and overconfident, he easily falls to your savage strikes. Yelling and striking again and again, you slash the fiend until he topples over, spiraling to the floor in a mangled pile.] It’s done. The body of the lich lies motionless. Silenced forever, he remains in a crumbled heap where you struck him. The master of death has been vanquished, sent beyond to face judgment for his crimes against the world. [[...->Victory!]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"009Sanctum.png"))Of course… it’s so simple! The lich must draw power from the thousands of spirits haunting the crypt. The pillar must be his connection to them! Powering his enchantments, there’s enough soul power in this structure to raise an army of the dead. Fighting through the flurry of enchanted energies, you approach the monstrous monolith. The panther’s prideful glare becomes noticeably disquieted as you shuffle closer… ''“What on earth are you… Hah! Buffoon! You couldn’t possibly… W-wait! HEY!”'' The sorcerer yells. He ceases his chanting, casting a beam of magical energy that lassos around your arm. Dragging you away from the pillar, he gnashes his teeth with rage! But instead of toppling over, you dig your heels into the ground. With a little effort, they find purchase! Turning the tables on the lich, you knock him off balance with a harsh yank, sending him to the floor! Once your bindings are broken, you rush to the obelisk and plant your hands upon it. ''“NO!!! Don’t you DARE!!!”'' Heaving as hard as you can, you ram into the side of the monstrous instrument. Rattling and shifting, it hums with energy as you wrestle it aside! Made from delicate crystal, it doesn’t take much for you to shove the pillar to the floor. Shattering into a million pieces, the soul-condensing spiral explodes in a brilliant blast of white light! ''“You (text-style:"rumble")[FOOL!]!! What have you DONE?!”'' (text-style:"shudder")[//FWOOOOOOOSH!!!!//] Your vision fills with light as a wave of ghostfire flows over you. The flickering flames blind you, but otherwise leave you entirely unscathed! Thousands of spirits cry out in unison as you free them from the lich’s bondage, condensing into a sentient firestorm of brilliant energy! You watch in awe as wisps of light bounce off the walls, glancing off you harmlessly. Distraught, the tyrant-panther collapses to his knees, howling with rage. ''“NO!!! All that I’ve built! Have you any idea how difficult it was to create such an artifact? You… you wretched ape! I’ll have your head for… //this//?”'' The lich’s voice trails off as the spirits condense around his body. The ghostfire flares with vengeful strength, burning with hateful spite! Apparently, the spirits aren’t too happy about being used as spell-fuel for the last few years. Wreathing around the lich’s form in a burning tornado, they strip away his spirit with a swirling, ethereal flame. Crying out in agony, you witness the sorcerer’s final moments as his ghost is wrenched free from his mortal coil. ''“NO! NO!!! You can’t do this to me!!! I was meant to rule you… I was meant to rule EVERYTHING! How dare you! I’ll… I’ll... (text-style:"rumble")[AAAAAAAAaaaaaaagggggghh!!!]”'' And with that, the lich’s soul is whisked away into the darkness of the crypt. With nothing to animate it, his once-mighty body collapses to the floor. You hope the spirits of this place will find rest now… or at least find amusement tormenting the cruel cat. You doubt anyone will hear anything of him ever again! In your ears, you can hear spirits whispering gentle words of gratitude as the crypt returns to its rightful stillness… [[...->Victory!]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Fates Discovered'' //Dark Forest// (if: $s1 is 0)[???](if: $s1 is 1)[[[Zombie Cumslut->Zombie Cumslut]]] (if: $s2 is 0)[???](if: $s2 is 1)[[[Greatwolf Chow->Play Dead!]]] (if: $s3 is 0)[???](if: $s3 is 1)[[[Statue Slut->Statue Fucking]]] (if: $s4 is 0)[???](if: $s4 is 1)[[[Horse Snack->Horse Vore]]] (if: $s5 is 0)[???](if: $s5 is 1)[[[Serpantine Fucksleeve->Serpant Fuckslave]]] //East Wing// (if: $s6 is 0)[???](if: $s6 is 1)[[[Ghost Husband->Fox Husband]]](if: $Spiders is 1)[ (if: $s7 is 0)[???](if: $s7 is 1)[[[Spider Slushie->Spider Vore]]]] (if: $s8 is 0)[???](if: $s8 is 1)[[[Werewolf Stocks->Werewolf Stocks]]] (if: $s9 is 0)[???](if: $s9 is 1)[[[Shrunken Battery->Shrunken Battery]]] (if: $s10 is 0)[???](if: $s10 is 1)[[[Bat Ass-slave->Ask for fruit?]]] (if: $s11 is 0)[???](if: $s11 is 1)[[[Corvid Cocksnack->Rush him!]]] (if: $s24 is 0)[???](if: $s24 is 1)[[[Sacrificial Cockstuffing->Kangaroo Cocksnack]]] (if: $s20 is 0)[???](if: $s20 is 1)[[[Ratfolk Breeder->Rat Enslavement]]] (if: $s21 is 0)[???](if: $s21 is 1)[[[Ratfolk Refreshments->Rat Vore]]] //West Wing// (if: $s12 is 0)[???](if: $s12 is 1)[[[Snake Food->Snake Chow]]] (if: $s13 is 0)[???](if: $s13 is 1)[[[Ghoul Slurped->Strike his legs!]]] (if: $s14 is 0)[???](if: $s14 is 1)[[[Kobold Feast->Kobold Chow]]] (if: $s15 is 0)[???](if: $s15 is 1)[[[Possessed Stud->Retreat!]]] (if: $s16 is 0)[???](if: $s16 is 1)[[[Hellhound Bitch->Dodge him!]]] (if: $s17 is 0)[???](if: $s17 is 1)[[[Tiger Treasure->Strike him!]]] (if: $s22 is 0)[???](if: $s22 is 1)[[[Dragon Feed->Rholyx Vore]]] (if: $s23 is 0)[???](if: $s23 is 1)[[[Dragon Whore->Rholyx Enslavement]]] //The Lich// (if: $s18 is 0)[???](if: $s18 is 1)[[[Submission->Submit]]] (if: $s19 is 0)[???](if: $s19 is 1)[[[Soul Consumption->Soul Vore]]] [[Return->Inn]] <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>''Pagan Mural''(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png")) Should this place even be// remembered//? You can’t even begin to imagine the full extent of the debauchery that has plagued these tunnels. Pagan sacrifices, kidnappings, forbidden spells… acts which have tainted this crypt beyond redemption. You aren’t just fighting to stem the tide of corruption flowing from this fortress. You’re fighting those who would seek to glorify it, to make murals and celebrations of these vile deeds. For the sake of all that is decent, ensure that this place is never recalled. Your exploration eventually leads you before a mysterious altar, hidden in the back of a hollowed-out chamber. Primitive and sparsely decorated, the room itself is nothing of interest. What does catch your eye, however, is the enormous, fifteen-foot-tall mural that sprawls across the wall! Lit by red and black candles, a scene of unbridled debauchery is cast across the crumbling stonework. The ritual painting depicts an towering, ''overwhelmingly masculine'' goat being worshipped by a group of tiny, dancing cultists. Though the drawing is simple, you can make out the sloping, heaping forms of his sensual body, along with the curve of his muzzle. The diminutive worshippers dance around him in a circle, prostrating themselves amidst huge tables of lavish gifts. Upon closer inspection, you can see tiny bulges writhing around in the goat-god's enormous, chiseled belly. Is this a historical account, or a depiction of recent events? You shudder at the thought. While the colors are a bit washed, the scene is too impossibly well-captured to be fiction.… You’re taken aback by the level of detail. Though etched into the stone with primitive paints and oils, the dark deity is detailed with rich, erotic reverence. Aided by some musky-smelling candles, his divine form flickers with menacing light. You can practically smell the oily hair on his chest. Such a detailed and well-casted mural must be of SOME importance… perhaps it hides a clue to the path forward? (either: "[[Investigate it!->Kangaroo Cocksnack]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Cock Vore, Cum Digestion, Musk, Grinding, Soul entrapment, Excessive cum)//)] [[Ignore it...]]", "[[Ignore it...]] [[Investigate it!->Kangaroo Cocksnack]](if: $CW is 1)[(//CW: M/M, Cock Vore, Cum Digestion, Musk, Grinding, Soul entrapment, Excessive cum)//)]") <hr>

(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))Nothing good can come from giving this painting attention. Whatever is being worshipped in this mural does not have your interests in mind. Turning your back on the painting, you continue down the decrepit halls. Though you stray away from the gaze of the primitive god, you can still feel its will calling you back… (if: $Spiders is 0)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Werewolf Warrior (3)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Gothy Fruitbat (5)]]](if: $Seed is 4)[[[Continue->Ratfolk Chieftain]]](if: $Seed is 6)[[[Continue->Werewolf Warrior (3)]]]](if: $Spiders is 1)[(if: $Seed is 1)[[[Continue->Ghostly Bard (1)]]](if: $Seed is 3)[[[Continue->Gothy Fruitbat (5)]]](if: $Seed is 7)[[[Continue->Ominous Hole (2)]]]] <hr>

(enchant: ?link, (text-colour: red))(enchant: ?link, (text-style: "underline"))(enchant:?Link, (hover-style:(text-color:#ff073a)))(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] <hr>(enchant:?passage,(bg:#000000))(enchant:?page, (bg:"008TombBackground.png"))There must be something to this sprawling scene worth analyzing! Scratching your chin, you pour over the dense, lavascious details. It helps that the scene is… pleasantly captivating. The lewd forms of cultists fuck in the shadows, pleasuring each other amidst their ecstatic worship. And of course, you admire the deity himself. The god’s gaze captivates you, commanding your desire with a surly, determined expression. He looks over the orgy with a cold, calculating approval. Even though it’s just a painting, you can feel his ancient presence calling for your praise. Locking eyes with the fiend, you hardly even notice as time begins to pass you by. … ''“Impressive, is it not? Are you jealous of those who partake in the feast?”'' (if: $Images is 1)[ (if: $Mobile is 0)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Kangaroo.png" alt="" width="512" height="768">]]](if: $Mobile is 1)[(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="Kangaroo.png" alt="" width="170" height="256">]] … Shoot! How long have you been standing here?! Somehow, you were staring at that painting long enough to get cornered by a massive, fit-looking kangaroo! Covered in a revealing cloak, the brown-furred marsupial licks his lips as he sizes you up. Holy fuck… his thighs are absolutely tremendous! Firm and toned, the cultist roo’s lower body is exceptionally well-formed, ending in a pair of broad footpaws. He stomps towards you with incredible speed, pinning you up against the wall of the cave with a forceful kick! Forced up against the mural, you’re pinned beneath the glowering eyes of the dark god. ''“I see my master has called you to his altar. Do not fret… for this is a holy place. It was your destiny to find me here. To join our god upon his canvas~”'' ''“Still yourself, worm! Great pleasure awaits you! Heh… and I as well! For as his grace’s most devoted servant, I too shall share in the spoils of your acendance~”'' Laughing cruelly, the cult-roo unbuckles his cultist leathers, revealing a truly massive bulge between his thighs! With a push of his finger, an enormous roo-cock flops out of his sweaty loincloth, pulsing with predatory intent. Slamming his hefty rump down on your upper chest, he flops his flaccid member right over your face. Strong-scented cock-grease smears over your cheeks as he grinds against your head, giving your lungs a preview of the heady stench of his cum. Staring right down the barrel at his bulky breeding tool, his intentions become clear to you! ''“That’s it… worship me. My cock will be the tool of your acendance. I want to feel your tongue running over it as I prepare to process you~” ''His hips spring into motion, forcefully sliding over your chest. He’s grinding on your face now… pinning you under his hips and using you to stroke his shaft! You squirm vigorously beneath him, trying to shy away from the heavy thrusting of his rod. Huffing, grunting, and giggling, he lathers your face with precum and smears his juices into your cheeks. His dickveins throb with enthusiasm, delivering pints of blood straight into his shaft! If you ever get out from under him, you’re gonna smell like roo cock for weeks! Soon enough, he’s throbbing and ready to go, the shadow of his manhood hanging over you threateningly. Drizzling precum over your face, the roo stuffs the tip of his cock up against your chin. His cockslit squelches happily, stretching apart in anticipation of your insertion. ''“Mmm… thrash around for me while you’re in there, sacrifice. A proper sacrifice demands that you be fully churned!” '' //SCHHLLRRRRPPP~// With a claiming roll of his hips, your head vanishes into his sticky cockslit! Pulling back is useless… he’s got an iron grip on your head! The adherants’s well-trained cock is more than capable of swallowing you without any assistance. Attached by the shoulders to his head, you’re forced up to your knees as he dismounts your chest to give himself a better angle to slurp you up. Right where he wants you! Kneeling before his massive shaft, letting it slowly consume you. The roo helps you along by pumping his shaft with both hands, feeling the outline of your head getting dragged through his dickflesh. You can already hear his balls churning ahead of you, enthusiastically awaiting the moment of your eventual splashdown! ''“Mmmhh… That’s it! Get in there, cocksnack~”'' //Shhllrrrrrrrppp! Shhllllrrrrrrrpp! Shhhlllllrrrrrppp!// Your shoulders are devoured with ease, swelling out his throbbing cock to capacity! You try to slow your consumption by holding onto his thighs, but it’s no use! His greedy cockslit envelops you down to your waist, unbothered by even your most diligent efforts! The faint outline of your thrashing can be seen bulging out his member. With a sigh, the kangaroo throws his hands behind his head, letting his cock do all the hard work. Having something squirmy lodged in his shaft is just so delightful… Maybe he should play with his urethra a little more often! Maybe one of the undead studs around here would be worth a good cockfucking session. But that’s for later. For now, you’re far more than satisfactory as his dickfood. With all your meaty bits slurped up, all that’s left to enjoy are your slender, wriggly legs! As you sink down into his cum-filled shaft, he grabs your legs by the ankle and gives them a good yank!'' “//Mmnnn…// Not yet~” ''You yelp as you slide back out a few inches… is he pulling you out of his cock? That question is immediately answered as his dick hungrily devours what little he removed. He’s toying with you, wrestling with his own cock to keep you from sliding in too quickly! The pressure pulling you down is vast and uncomfortable, making you struggle extra hard for him. Grinning drunkenly, he eventually can’t take it anymore and lets go. Closing your eyes, you’re dunked headfirst into his sloshing, cream-stuffed roo-sack! ''“Mmmfffff~ fuck yeah… You shall make an exquisite load! Struggle all you want, worm… I’ll be cumming up your bones in only a short while~!”'' The kangaroo’s balls swell outwards with your generous addition, stretching down to the floor. The stretchy walls of his sac are already churning, creating a massive puddle of roo-spunk for you to simmer up in! Panting with excitement, he collapses onto his back to enjoy the feeling of your feeble thrashing. The marsuipial’s massive feet press down on his bean-bag sized nuts, mercilessly kneading you around. Like grapes in a wine press, he’s gonna stomp you up in there until you’re nothing but cream! ''“Mnnngg… Our god calls for me to finish you myself! This will not take long~”'' Swamped from head-to-toe in fresh kangaroo jizz, you’re forced together in a tight ball while he mercilessly cumjests you. It hasn’t even been a full minute inside him, and you’re already starting to soften up! The potent stench of roo-seed smothers your nostrils, overwhelming you with its heady, virile strength. The temperature is searing, too… just how many people has this cultist sacrificed with his cock?! Laying on his back and mindlessly edging himself, the cloaked roo splurts himself with fountains of fresh pre, ruining his fur while he enjoys you. His ecstatic moaning is just barely audible above the rampant sloshing over his ravenous balls, reminding you of just how much he’s loving this. You’re hopelessly outmatched against the raw, digestive power of his sack… ''“Mmnnff… //Unnnhhh//! I’m going to drench the WALLS with you..! I’m gonna… I’m gon…//Ahhhnnfff~//”'' //SppplllrrRRrrrRRrrTT!!! GllLOooRrRrppp!! ShhpplLlLrrRRrrRtt!!!~// The rapid pace of your cumjestion brings the cultist-roo unparalleled pleasure, bringing his back off the ground in a moment of toe-curling bliss. There’s no need for subtlety, for explosive pleasure delights his divine master. His massive roo-feet stomp inwards mercilessly, crushing you down into the cum-pool without a hint of mercy! Your limbs are nothing but slush in ten minutes flat, the rest of you barely holding together. With most of you already melted into kangaroo-cream, there’s no point in trying to resist him anymore. Numb all over and submerged in spunk, you recede into the stew of his ball-broth, feeling yourself melt away one churn at a time. You’ll be gone before you even know it at this rate... Balls ballooning with cum, the handsome roo ruthlessly pumps his cock with both hands as he prepares for the end! Pre spills out of him at a constant drizzle, drooling over his face and tits like hot syrup. As his moans crescendo into a jittery, feverish howling, your world turns cream-white. A powerful clench crushes around you, and the last sensation you feel is the rush of being pushed back into his veiny shaft… ''“Ahhhnnn…Ahhhnnnnffff…//AhhhhnnnffffaaaaAAAAAHHH~~//”'' //SPPLLORRRTT! SSPLLLORRRRRTT!! SPPLOOORRRTT!!!// Piping-hot jets of kangaroo-spunk gush over the walls of the cave, splattering over the stone in thick, goopy strands! Chomping his lip and kneading his thighs, the Kangaroo lets his cock free-fire wherever it pleases. Your predator gutterally moans as he drains his balls, the sloppy sounds of his orgasm echoing through the cavern. The roo’s bloated, prey-fattened ballsack visibly clenches with every blast. Your half-melted bones are blasted out along with the rest of your cummified remains, shattering into powder on collision. It takes five full minutes of hip-bucking, cock-throbbing orgasming to drain his balls back down to normal size. Even then, he keeps thrusting into the air, ensuring to drain every last drop of pleasure out of you before he finally sets down to rest! As his leathery, sweat-soaked balls finally run empty, the kangaroo shines a candle over the wall of the cave to view his new masterpiece. ''“Oooh~… //magnificent//! A masterwork, if I do say so myself~”'' The mural is utterly drenched in roo-cum, buttered from base to ceiling with the steamy drippings of his prey-fueled climax. It’s a complete mess. Your cumjested remains quickly congeal against the stone, forever staining the cave with the evidence of your orgasmic fate. Your half-melted armor scraps are glued to the wall along with the rest of you, churned into unrecognizable lumps of fabric. It’s quite an impressionist piece, but there’s no mistaking what happened here. ''“Another sacrifice, dripping down the canvas… Service to his holiness never ceases to delight~!”'' If you’d been blasted over any other wall, it would’ve taken months for all that sticky roo-jizz to fully dribble away. But as the cultist basks in the afterglow of your righteous sacrifice, the mural pulses with energy! Over the next few hours, the kangaroo’s jizz is steadily absorbed into the wall, adding lush details and extravagant shading to the already-splendorous mural. Enriched by your soulmatter, the dark painting becomes even more lifelike. Fading away, the only trace of your entry into the crypt is the pile of cum-soaked armor lying on the ground. … Well, it’s not the only trace. A new cultist has joined the frenzy depicted on the mural. Pinned between a pair of sweaty, heavily-tattooed wolves, your figure is spit-roasted before the dark god. Your expression is that of raw, mindless passion. Taken as a part of the orgy, your mind remains blank and subservient for the rest of time. Occasionally, the roo returns to splatter another soul onto the canvas. Trapped as a part of that never-ending ritual, your adventure ends beneath the satisfied gaze of a pagan deity. (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[[[//''GAME OVER''//->Digested!]] Sacrified to a pagan diety by an unholy priest, the kangaroo consecrates your demise by luxuriously masturbating with your discarded belongings~] <hr> (set: $s24 to 1)

''Spiders ON''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] (if: $Spiders is 0)[(set: $Spiders to 1)]You've enabled the presence of spooky spiders! You many now encounter a kinky creepy-crawley deep within the crypt... [[Proceed->Starter Console]]

''Spiders OFF''(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] (if: $Spiders is 1)[(set: $Spiders to 0)]You've changed your mind about including spooky spiders. Enjoy an arachnid-free experience! [[Proceed->Starter Console]]

<hr>(set: $Pillar1 to 0)(set: $Pillar2 to 0)(if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] (align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[''Congratulations!'' You've conquered the crypt and earned your rightful title as one of the world's most legendary adventurers. Well done! This is MostToast, and I couldn't be happier that you've finished by game. This is the largest project I've ever finished, and I hope to create more content of similar scale and scope in the future. Stay tuned for more kinky adventures! You can follow me on Furaffinity under @MostToast. If you're craving more, I encourage you to check out @Mahiri, @NotHereForever, and @C-01L. They're both phenomenal authors (and people!!!) who deserve your attention] However, if you're craving more adventure (or bad endings ;3), you can always return to the [[beginning...->Inn]](set: $Ledger to 1) <hr>

''Optimize for Mobile''(set: $Mobile to 1) The game is now optimized for mobile devices. Text and images should now be smaller and easier to interact with! (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Proceed->Starter Console]]

''Un-Optimize for Mobile''(set: $Mobile to 0) The game's visuals are now back to normal size! (if: $Mobile is 1)[(enchant:?passage,(text-size: 0.5))] [[Proceed->Starter Console]]