Dungeon Crawling

 

Rope, check. Potions, check. Rations, check. Repair tools, check. Hand torches, check. Securing his pack, Shoto slings it over his shoulder and makes his way to the door, making one last self check. His hand drifts to his leg, fingers running over the leather of his knife holster. Looking over the request one more time, Shoto skims through the details. A multi level dungeon was recently taken over by a host of various monsters, kidnapping a number of local villagers from the surrounding towns. 

"Well, this should be pretty straightforward. Just have to clear out the monsters and rescue whoever's left inside." Shoto thinks aloud, tossing the paper onto his desk. The trip to the dungeon location is fairly uneventful, Shoto taking a quick nap as the carriage brings him to the cave. Stepping out once it stops, he gives a long stretch and eyes the entrance. A few streaks of dried blood stain the stone, but other than that there's not much announcing the presence of monsters in the area.

Stepping into the shadow of the dungeon entrance, Shoto unsheathes his knife and takes a deep breath. 

"Alright, time to get to work." he mutters, striding into the cavern. Striking a hand torch, the red light illuminates the area as he makes his way deeper into the cold dark. It doesn't take long until the first monster crosses his path, a couple slimes ooze from the cracks in the walls and block the way forward. Readying his knife, Shoto leaps forward and carves the slimes apart with ease, the blue slimes melting into the floor. Wiping the knife clean on his leg, he places it back in the holster and carries on into the cave. The rest of the day continues the same way, a few low level monsters appear from the shadows and are dispatched without any issue. Eventually, even slaying trash mobs all day tires the demon slayer, and he sets up a small camp in a nook. Lighting a campfire inside an enclosed space isn't the best idea, so he lights another flare and sets it down as he munches on a ration. Setting his bag on the ground against the wall, Shoto lies down on the cold hard floor and closes his eyes, letting sleep take him.

The feeling of something wet sliding up his leg rouses Shoto from his sleep, the mystery tendril pulling him off his bag. Before he can reach for his knife, a second tentacle restrains his arm and pulls it tight. In the dying light of the flare, Shoto sees the two slimes from earlier emerge from the walls, attaching themselves to his remaining limbs. Shoto struggles ferociously, his muscles straining as he fights to free himself. The slime crawling up Shoto's leg wraps itself around his thigh, slipping into his briefs and fondling his soft bits. Gritting his teeth, Shoto shifts and squirms in the grip of the slimes, yet another appendage sliding its way around his neck. As the slime in Shoto's undershorts continues to fondle him, the tentacle around his neck squirms its way to his lips, poking around before forcing his jaw open. Shoto gives out a muffled cry as the phallic appendage slides into his mouth and releases a liquid, filling the cavity until it falls down his throat. The slime expands inside Shoto's mouth, forcing it open wider and pressing the tip against the back of his throat, squirting more into his stomach. A heat blooms in the pit of Shoto's stomach, relaxing his muscles and making his heart beat faster. The slime fondling his junk doubles its efforts and soon enough Shoto gives a quiet groan as his cock swells inside his briefs. 

The slimy tentacle inside Shoto's underwear explores the new territory, curling around and squeezing his length, but apparently not finding what it was looking for. Wandering across his inner thigh, it slips behind him between his ass cheeks, pressing against his relaxed hole. Squirting the same liquid as before, the tendril thins itself, slipping into Shoto's backside with ease. Shoto lets out a moan against the slime in his mouth as his hole is methodically worked open, the tentacle sliding in and out steadily. The slime widens its appendage with each new thrust until Shoto is stretched to its satisfaction. Forming balls in the mysterious slime material, it forces them in and out of Shoto's battered hole as his cock twitches uselessly inside his underwear. Pushing them deeper, it keeps one ball to work Shoto's hole and the other to press against his prostate, forcing him to paint his briefs white. Shoto's eyes roll up in his head as the slime works him to an anal orgasm, his cock spurting uselessly. The tentacle in his mouth slips down his throat and feeds him even more fluid as the slime in his rear does the same, burying itself deep to release its goo. Stuffed from both ends, Shoto hangs limp as the slimes finish violating him, depositing their strange seed before finally releasing him and sliding back into the shadows. Dripping slime from his orifices, Shoto passes out once again as the flare's light fades.

Some time later, dripping water from the cavern ceiling brings Shoto back to reality. falling onto his cheek and running off onto the floor. Propping himself up on his hands and knees with a groan, he coughs up some goop onto the ground. Cracking another flare, Shoto checks his gear to find it unmolested. Seems the only thing the slimes were interested in was him. Picking himself up, Shoto heads back into the dungeon with newfound resolve. 

"These assholes are going to regret fucking with me..." he growls, stalking the dungeon halls. Slaying each monster as it comes, Shoto notices his movements are a bit more sluggish than usual. The residual effects of the slime's aphrodisiac still linger, and his limbs feel heavier, but it hasn't been a problem so far. Cutting his way through various wolves and zombies, Shoto reaches a large opening in the dungeon. Bones lie scattered across the floor and the walls have deep gashes in the rock. Whatever lives here is clearly more dangerous than the rest of the random monsters inhabiting the dungeon, and Shoto ducks into a nook to observe the scene before engaging anything. Moonlight shines through a crack in the ceiling as the cavern rumbles, a large hooved bull man stamping into view.

The minotaur sniffs the air pensively, looking about. Holding his breath, Shoto draws his knife slowly and waits for the large creature to lower its guard, but it seems like it knows that something is off. It paces back and forth throughout the room, digging through the outskirts until it makes its way towards Shoto's hiding place. Unable to move to a new spot, Shoto dashes out, striking decisively with his knife at the minotaur's chest. Unfortunately, it catches his wrist and lifts him up, giving Shoto a deep whiff. Smelling the slime's stain, the minotaur gives a deep grunt and grins, tugging Shoto's pants down and rolling his sack between its fingers. The slime's aroma becomes stronger without the barrier of clothes, and the minotaur's own cock stirs under its loincloth. Shoto's kicks bounce uselessly off the monster's massive frame, and every strike becomes weaker until he can't even lift his legs anymore. The frantic movement raises Shoto's heart rate, pumping the slime drug faster throughout his system and spreading heat all over his body. Dropping his knife, Shoto's limbs betray him as he tries to fight off the haze invading his mind.

Pulling its loincloth aside, the minotaur's cock appears from its sheathe, steadily rising and extending until it brushes up against Shoto's inner thigh. Lowered to the ground by his wrist, Shoto falls to his knees, the flat head of the minotaur's cock resting above his face. The heavy smell of musk hits Shoto in the face, reacting with his already addled brain. Shoto's cock immediately strains his briefs and his mouth falls open, tongue lolling freely in the face of this monster's overwhelming masculinity. A drop of precum forms at the head of the minotaur's length, growing until it falls onto Shoto's upturned face and across his lips. Licking his lips clean, Shoto reaches up to grab the massive cock, stroking it to coax out more pre. Completely overtaken by a sudden need for cum, Shoto attaches his lips to the creature's head, squeezing and rubbing the leathery member. Unable to take it into his mouth, Shoto sucks as best he can on the slit, his hands working the length until another glob of precum falls onto his tongue. Looking up at the bull man, he swallows it appreciatively and goes back to work. The monster snorts in approval, placing a massive mitt on the top of Shoto's head as he sucks out a steady river of pre. Torn between pleasuring the huge slab of meat in front of him and rubbing himself to orgasm, Shoto's hips gyrate desperately as his hands stroke faster. A thick glop of cum spurts onto his tongue and Shoto gulps it down as a second rope covers his face. 

Shoto's hands eventually fall to his own erect cock, rubbing himself through this pants as he runs his tongue along the underside of the minotaur's still erect member. The flared head sinks slightly as it drips the last of its residual seed onto Shoto's clothes, but it doesn't concern the cum drunk rogue. Grabbing him by the hood, the monster drags Shoto over to a rudimentary stone chair and sits back in it, keeping him in place on his knees. It roughly pulls off Shoto's jacket and undershirt, exposing his toned chest and midriff to the creature's gaze. The flared head of Shoto's obsession rises once more as the minotaur drinks in its prey, pulling the rogue's face against its throbbing member. Eager to oblige, Shoto's tongue falls from his lips and drags agonizingly slow up minotaur's shaft, his hands cupping the heavy balls hanging underneath. A dollop of hot cum falls onto Shoto's head as the orbs in his palm tense and rise up, falling back once again into his dexterous grip. The fallen rogue works out a second small load from his new partner, drinking up as much as he can, but most of it ends up falling on his bare chest.

Finally tired of remaining passive, the minotaur stands and lowers Shoto's pants with a single fat finger, picking him up by the waist and turning him around. Shoto hangs helplessly over the minotaur's now fully erect cock as it brings his rear to its mouth. A thick warm tongue extends from the creature's maw, slipping between the rogue's cheeks and finding his previously slimed hole. Working its tongue in, the monster wiggles and flexes its fleshy appendage past Shoto's ring and extends it as deep as it can inside the winking void, stretching it open. Shoto lets out a groan, both of disgust and pleasure, a small part of his lust filled brain breaking through the haze of slime aphrodisiac. Seeing the massive animal phallus dripping and pulsing below him, Shoto tries his damndest to squirm out of the minotaur's grip, but to no avail. The monster's thick hands keep him steady in place, its tongue withdrawing to admire the rogue's now slightly gaping hole. Manhandling Shoto onto his hands and knees, the minotaur takes its place behind him, kneeling down and slapping the heavy slab of meat against his rear and lower back. The heat of the massive member on Shoto's skin forces a gasp from his lips, the minotaur dragging it back slowly until the dripping head remains snugly pressed against his defenseless hole. 

Shaking his head, Shoto attempts to fight off the effects of slime sedation, but clarity arrives too late. The minotaur rolls its hips forward, placing immense pressure with its fat cock on Shoto's backdoor until the wide head pops inside. Screaming through gritted teeth, Shoto pounds a fist into the cavern floor, trying to fight off the pain of the monster's bitch breaking tool invading his ass. Precum shoots into Shoto's stretched hole every few seconds as the minotaur pulls him further onto its cock, rough hands secured around his hips. Lurching forward, the monster drives as much as itself into Shoto's abused hole as possible, pinning the rogue as it begins thrusting at an inhuman pace. The minotaur's flared cock head batters Shoto's prostate with each thrust, turning him into a babbling mess as runny seed pours from his own hard member, pooling underneath him in a white puddle on the dungeon floor. The monster sodomizing him gives out a roar as its own cum swells its already massive cock before jetting into Shoto's insides. The fat cock head buried in Shoto's ass expands further as a river of white pours into Shoto from behind, expanding his stomach ever so slightly as the liquid seed pours seemingly endlessly.

With a grunt and a sigh, the minotaur lifts Shoto as it stands, still impaled on cock. Stepping back to its stone chair, it takes a seat and turns the rogue around. Now face to face with the monster, Shoto does his best to pull himself free of the animal cock buried inside him. Hands braced on its wide shoulders, Shoto attempts to raise his hips, the minotaur's cock slowly sliding out until only the head remains. To his dismay, instead of letting him dismount, the creature wraps a hand around his waist and pulls him back down on its thick meat. Sitting back in its chair, the minotaur watches Shoto try to pull himself off its fat cock once again, only to pull him into place before the head can escape. Each attempt at freedom forces a spurt of white from Shoto's member to land on the minotaur's stomach, and eventually Shoto's hips sink back down without any coercion. Grinding and rocking in place, Shoto bites his lip as he rides the monster cock, painting the minotaur's midriff. Lost in pleasure, Shoto keeps up his efforts until the monster grabs him by the hips, forcing him down and grunting as a second load of monster semen pours into his hole. Moaning and gibbering incoherently, Shoto feels the immense river of cum bloat him before passing out from overstimulation.

Waking up with a groan, Shoto finds himself at the dungeon entrance, fully clothed and with his pack lying next to him. His knife is even back in its sheathe on his leg, to his surprise. Digging through pockets to check any loss of items, he finds a messily scribbled note on crumpled paper buried in his jacket. Unfolding it, he reads 'TRY AGAIN, TOY' in dark lettering, a white stain splattered in the corner. Unfortunately, he didn't manage to clear the dungeon, so no payment from the guild. 

"I guess I'll have to give it another go..." Shoto murmurs quietly, biting his lip as he tucks the note back into his pocket.

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