Deep In The Dark 1

An excerpt from the new updated Adventurers Deep Dungeon Guide:

"...through these efforts, we have come to learn more about these curious dungeon dwellers.

While previously it had been pondered how exactly they bred and repopulated their numbers, now we know that when a mimic devours a new victim during their breeding season, before fully dissolving their prey to consume them, the mimic will release a weaker acid to dissolve and rid the victim of any outerwear before it begins looking for a hole to penetrate.

Once the mimic has found a hole, it will enter it at once with one of its many phallic limbs and will then proceed to fill the prey with a highly potent aphrodisiac. While we had initially thought this was for some small measure of victim comfort, when we observed an either defective or malicious mimic that did not drug its breeder before it began its penetrations, the violent movement caused by her trying to escape during the breeding attracted a larger mimic which then challenged and destroyed the smaller mimic. It then broke through the top of its corpse's shell and took its former prey from inside. It took her within itself and began to breed her. We can then only assume she was then drugged by the new mimic as all movement shortly ceased.

Once the prey is calm the mimic will search for and enter any unclaimed holes and will begin to look for the entrance to a womb in every hole it occupies through repetitive penetration, exploring as much of its potential mate as it can. If a womb is not found during this exploration, the prey will be devoured.

Once a womb is found, the mimic begins the lengthy process of breeding....."

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Avilane, Lane if you knew her, kept low to the ground as she crossed the stone bridge over the chasm, easing herself across the narrow path carefully. Her party had not wanted to go this way with all of them, afraid their combined weight would be the end of the natural crossing. As their nimblest member she was sent by the others to investigate while they found somewhere suitable to set up camp so she could wash, eat, and rest upon her return. It also helped that she was the only halfway decent lock-picker, so she was also the only one who could do anything with any secure loot she might find abandoned in the dark beyond dragging it back to camp painfully slowly. She made her way onto the solid ground on the other side of the bridge and straightened up. She checked that her bag was secure, picked up her torch where it flickered softly on the ground after she had rolled it the last couple of feet, and kept going.

It was not long before she grew bored of seeing stone walls again. The chasm and its narrow path had been the only excitement in her evening so far and she could hardly wait to go back to camp just to feel the rush again as she crossed it. She sighed as she walked. Boredom was not her only reason to be excited to finish with her chore. This was supposed to be the day she and Daven, their groups ranger and designated hunter, finally had their first night together. They'd been doing their little dance around each other for months, she would find him a better weapon, he'd give her first choice of what he caught for dinner, some other tit-for-tat as they journeyed together, and all of it was finally going to pay off tonight (and every night after if she had her way). He had murmured an invitation to her over lunch to join him in his tent after the others had bedded down for the night and she had so many plans for the moment when she got her hands on his cock.

That big fat beautiful cock that haunted her dreams and made her wake up absolutely soaked. She dreamt of him every night since she had drunkenly sat in his lap during a night's flirting around the campfire and felt how thick he was nestled between her cheeks. She had still been sober enough to know she had to follow him once he got up to relieve himself, just to see if what she had felt was correct, and when her moment came, she did just that. She crept away from the others unnoticed and followed him to the area they had set aside for relief, and it was as she was hiding there that she got an eyeful of the most amazing cock she had seen yet. It was not the biggest, in a world where beast-men and other monstrous races lived there was always going to be a bigger cock. But it was the best. It was heavy and hung proudly between his legs, swinging past his thighs. His balls were huge, and she was fairly sure if he rested them on her face, they would cover it entirely. The shaft was thick and veiny in a way she knew she would feel when he stretched her. She would have to use both hands just to be able to touch her fingers around the base of his cock while she stoked him into her mouth, all she wanted to do was kneel at his feet and worship him.

She had been pursuing him before mind you, this was not all about his cock. Before it had just been about acquiring a bed partner, nothing serious. Daven was handsome and obviously strong, it was what drew her eye to him over the other men in their group to start with. He looked like he could pick her up and use her for his own pleasure and it made her knees weak. He was at least a head taller than her, his back was broad and well muscled, to say nothing of his arms. She was constantly having to keep herself from literally drooling over them as they journeyed together, each time he drew his bow was a serious test of her ability to control herself and keep from just tackling him down and riding his cock while he lay stunned in the dirt. His good traits were not all superficial, he was just as attractive to her because he was kind and generous, if a bit gruff and direct. And that all had been more than enough, she had just wanted a companion to make the nights easier to get through, someone to help when that aching emptiness in her screamed to be full. After knowing what she was working with, everything changed for her. Lane had been looking for fun while they adventured together, but not necessarily for something that would last forever. She had intended to make her fortune with this (or another) party and then try looking for someone to start a family with once she wasn't stuck wandering for her daily coin.

What Daven had hidden in those breeches was a monster. She bit her thumb as she kept walking through the darkness, attention split. She needed to prove to him their first time that she could handle it no matter what he wanted, and then she needed to keep it all for herself. She

could not

have him doubting her pleasure when they fucked and looking for his elsewhere out of some sense of well intentioned but completely unnecessary nobility. She wasn't worried about losing interest in her body at least. She'd felt him watching her, more and more boldly the longer their "courtship" continued. She wasn't surprised, she knew she was attractive, many nights spent on her knees and back up to this point in her life assured her of that. And if she paid more attention to how she walked when she knew he was watching to make sure he focused on the jiggle of her ass, who would blame her.

She removed her thumb from between her plump lips to free her hand to push aside what looked like scrap wood and jumped at a sudden sound as what ended up being a door swung open. She peeked her head inside the newly revealed room and almost shouted her glee, keeping herself quiet at the last moment by holding her hand over her mouth as to not alert anything living in the dark. There were four dusty and abandoned chests in the room. They were all unlocked, some smashed and left half destroyed, some with lids left partly open. As she carefully peered into the first, she felt her excitement come to a peak and then crash just as suddenly as she found it was empty. A mild disappointment went over her, and she realized of course anything this obvious was either already empty or a trap. Still, she would do her job and check them all, make sure no small treasure had been left behind.

She pondered her Daven problem as she worked through the chests, getting halfway into the large containers and feeling around their bottoms and corners in the darkness, balancing on her waist on the edge of the chest with tiptoes of one foot on the ground and another up in the air, barely too short to reach the bottom with both planted on the ground. The position left her feeling vulnerable and that made her aroused, one arm reaching back behind herself at an awkward angle to press her fingers to her cunt from the back for a second to ease the new pressure building there. "I should have asked him to join me. I could have put on a show." she giggled to herself before sighing yet again and moving to get out of this (now confirmed empty) chest and move on to the next one.

She had no doubt in her ability to take him in her cunt, he was not the first lover she had taken with some orcish blood in him. She would be fine taking him down her throat as well. While it had been a while since she'd had to work in a seedy tavern as a newly homeless adult, she had spent many an evening in her first year on her own beneath someones table, paid to work their cocks while they ate and drank. In those days she'd usually find herself with a centaur or minotaur's cock in her mouth, the only one foolhardy (cock hungry) enough to take on the massive things, swallowing their precum as it flowed from their cocks and taking as much as she could fit as she wrapped her soft pillowy lips around their massive swollen rods and caressed them with her mouth, moving up and down their shafts until they were pressed to the entrance to her throat. When they came, she drank it down until there was nothing left and made sure to milk them until their balls were empty. If you needed a better finish, for a few coins more she would let them grab her head and ram their meat down her throat, bracing herself as they bellowed and shot their massive sticky loads directly into her stomach. She would moan around the cock still filling her throat as her belly swelled with all the seed that gathered in their massive balls since the last time they found a female who would pleasure their terrifying cocks.

She felt herself getting wetter as she investigated, thinking about Daven's cock pressed down her throat like that or reshaping her cunt. She sighed again and thought about her one weak area when it came to sex, her ass. She loved anal, it was her second favorite way to be fucked, but it was so hard for her to enjoy anymore. Most cocks are easy for her to take with her experience and that was the problem. When she had been new to pleasure, she had had as many lovers as she could handle lining up to plunder her any way she wanted, her body untested and ready to be tried. She thought back fondly to days where she would not leave her bed for a week but also never saw the same man cum in her twice. Now that she had found what she liked when it came to men and their cocks, it was more challenging.

If they were long and thick enough for her to be interested, she just could not take it in her ass. It would not go any deeper up no matter how she tried, no matter how she twisted her hips, no matter how much oil she slicked her tightest hole with. There was some kind of barrier in the way, some invisible wall she could not push past that kept her ass just too tight to take cock over a certain size. If she wanted him, if she wanted to keep him for herself, she needed to be able to take him however he wanted her and whenever he wanted her.

What could she do though, go up to him and say "Hi Daven, I'm trying to get you to notice that I'm the perfect fuck toy for you. I'm doing this so that you keep me as your wife and put your sons in me and I am out of ways to be subtle. Not that I don't enjoy the gentlemanly treatment you have shown me so far, but if you could, would you bend me over that big log there and force your gargantuan cock into my ass until you're balls deep? Thank you!" She laughed softly to herself as she imagined what his face look like at her request. What would he even say to that, what

could

he say?

He could say yes

She stopped suddenly; bent over the rim of the third empty chest she was investigating. That one sinister little thought abruptly sticking in her mind and holding her in place. He could say yes.....it had not occurred to her, but he could say yes. (She moved slowly, without conscious thought, as if not to startle herself. She slowly stood and put her foot down once she could. As soon as she was not balancing anymore and had room to move in front of her, her hand moved from the edge of the chest and down her abdomen, moving under her breeches and began to circle her clit slowly though her panties as her pussy gushed.)

He could say yes, he grab her and could push her down suddenly after he thinks over her request for a moment, his larger body towering over her prone self, she'd land bent over the log with her ass in the air to him, her knees just barely reaching the ground under her, legs spread apart already as she placed her hands on the soft ground her face was now pressed into. He would kneel behind her and rip her pants open at the crotch, his massive hands breaking the seems easily, tearing her panties away next, and he would spread her ass apart with his large hands and expose her asshole and her cunt to the air. (She removed herself the rest of the way from the smashed chest she had been half in and sat with her back against it. The last chest was in front of her, and she pressed the bottoms of her boots against it lightly as she positioned her legs wide apart sitting there on the floor.) She would be soaked already so he would shove his fingers inside her, taking a moment to appreciate how they looked against the flushed pink of her cunt and the paleness of her skin. At the same time he'd stroke himself until he was hard as he could be, and when he took his fingers out of her pussy, he would use her slick to wet his cock to ease his way in. Then he would press the head to her entrance and push. (She was moving two fingers inside her cunt now, feeling the spongy walls tighten. Her panties were getting soaked around her hand, and it was seeping through to her breeches now.)

He would push himself into her ass until it was too hard for him to move. He would try and try to be gentle she thought, the man she knew would be sweet even with the nature of her request. But it would be for nothing, and he would not go any further like that. He would get mad then she hoped, mad and turned on enough to care a bit less about how he got his. He would adjust his stance, repositioning himself on his knees and she would know the easy fucking he had been giving her was over from here on. He would grab her hips, her soft flesh squished in his bruising grip, and he would shove his cock forward with hard thrusts, going harder and harder, battering her guts and making her achingly empty pussy weep onto the dirt until it popped through that impassable wall inside her and slammed the rest of the way in, stretching her asshole wide open and pressing forward until his hips were pressed flush to hers. (She grabs one of her nipples and twists it while she moves what is now three fingers in and out of her gushing pussy. Her pants are soaked with her juices now and the stone under her is starting to darken as it dampens. Her boots make a scraping sound on the wood of the last chest as her feet twitch and kick with her pleasure and she's lost to her bliss. She does not notice the rumbling sound from the chest in front of her as it slowly awakens.)

Gods he could say yes and then break her to be exactly how he wants her. She could ask him to do it, and he would make her take his cock repeatedly, feeling her well worn hole slide over his pulsing member. She came hard at that, spraying the chest in front of her with her juices as she used the fingers on one hand to penetrate her cunt and the other to furiously rub her clit while she bit down on her bottom lip to keep the scream that tried to burst from her in.

When she came to her senses again, limbs limp and leaning heavily against the broken chest and her own chest having with breath and saw her mess covering the last chest she had yet to search, she groaned. As soon as she had to lean over the front of it to reach the bottom, she would end up getting her own cum mixed with who knows how longs worth of dust on her top. This would be in addition to the mess she just made of her pants. Unless she dusted the old box off and she was not about to do that. She decided then that she would just smell even more like sex when she got back to camp. It did not bother her in her post orgasm bliss. In her mind it might even help with her desires. Maybe Daven would even want to help keep her safe while she bathed and rinsed her clothes in the little spring they had made camp by when she got back. She giggled to herself softly again, before going back to make sure she had not missed anything in the broken chest and then moving on to look through the last one and head back to her party.

She's bending over to reach the bottom of the chest when instincts well honed over the last few years of dungeon delving go into full alert. She hears the sound of a lid slamming open and stands up on her feet right before her entire torso is suddenly compressed and wet. She looks down in alarm just as whatever it is finishes wrapping around her torso and yanks her back. She does not go far as more things shoot from the mimic-'Not things, tendrils' she thinks as she thrashes and struggles to free an arm. Just as she manages to get one arm free, one of the new tendrils wraps around her arm and lashes it back down as another wraps around her legs and begins to pull her into what she now realizes is the massive mouth of a mimic. It has to be the biggest one she's ever seen, more than big enough to trap her entirely while it devoured her with no hope of escape and she begins to thrash even harder, to less and less effect as her bindings tightened in response.

In all it took only seconds, almost no time has passed before she is completely trapped and unable to move. She can only cry and so she cries as she's slowly dragged into the mimic, dreading the painful end that awaits her. She can see the last flickers of her torch light fade as the mimic's "lid" closes with her safely secured inside. Once it closes, there's only the darkness and the warm wetness of the mimic's flesh surrounding and enveloping her body.

Slowly, she feels both the warmth and the wetness increasing until she realizes it's not actually increasing. She can't move to check herself to be sure, but she's certain that what she's feeling is her clothes dissolving away due to the creature's acid and that her skin is now directly touching the creature's flesh. She feels a dull prodding, like large fingers poking at her skin all along her body before one begins to poke at her lips. She instinctively presses her lips tightly together but it's no use. The tendril wiggles into her mouth and then, terrifyingly, it begins to extend down her throat. Everywhere the appendage touches is hot a moment later and she feels something start running down her esophagus into her stomach as it flows from the tendrils tip. She gags and starts to retch around the tendril as the feeling of this monster putting anything in her makes her sick. In response the monster swells the tendril until it fills her throat, keeping its secretion down no matter how she gags. She has no choice; she must relax, or she will choke. The more of the fluid she ingests, the hotter she feels. Before long, her entire body is on fire, every nerve is alive and looking for something, something,

something

. The flow of liquid stops and the tendril deflates a bit before it starts to move further down her throat. It feels like it's behind her lungs when it stops stretching and once it does, it starts to move. She feels it dragging on the inside of her throat as it pushes and pulls its way inside her and it's all she can do to remember to breathe.