The Lost Dungeon

A place some say to be Hell on Earth, with many entrances across space and time, each entrance set in a different pocket of reality, filled with everything from the mystical to the menacing.

Teasing the wolf will most definitely end up with you taking his seed deep inside of you. It's not his fault you were in heat. You acted so smug that pulling out didn't even occur to him.

You found yourself captured by the wolf. You needed reeducation. As words of encouragement were played into your ears, your breasts and pussy were given stimulation until you couldn't help but cum. With your limbs nice and restrained it's only a matter of time before you submit

The wolf might have gone overboard and delivered a creampie to another friendly canine. But he can't fight his instincts. It's just natural to want to push his tip against their cervix and empty load after load of thick potent puppy batter in another canine

The heiress may talk a big game, but with the dungeons enhanced grimm pumping her full of nut sludge, even if she triggers her scrolls S.O.S. her team will be too late to save her from becoming a mind broken sow. A far cry from the snobby huntress face she normally puts on.

Remember that if you even try to tame the beasts of the dungeon, they will show you who's in charge. You wanted to use their power? First they're going to use the only true power of a female adventurer, your womb.

Whoops. It seems the wolf creampieing you may or may not have afflicted you with the curse. Seeing you change into a canine, a vessel meant to milk his knot only only excited him more.

It seems you were caught in the monsters web. Perfect timing too. It's last egg sack was getting too loose. You better keep yourself nice and tight. Because if you aren't birthing it's young, you'll be feeding them

You did your best to conceal that you brought home a monster from the dungeon, not knowing that while you thought you tamed it, it was the one that tamed you, getting you addicted to being it's toy. Your party is coming to pick you up today, and sharing is caring, right?

The wolf may have found a way to hijack police communications. It seems that he can use hypnosis to take slight control over your movements. Making sure you exhaust yourself so he can come and collect you before you recover.

What's wrong, adventurer? You're supposed to bait the monsters and give your party a signal of when to attack. But now it seems like the monster baited you. All the while, more monsters sneak towards your waiting team.

A good maid knows that one bad review can ruin their reputation. So, of course, the wolf took advantage of the situation.

With the parasite fuxking your mind, leaving you vulnerable to threats you couldn't even see, all you could do was moan and squirm as your body was used as a plaything for one of the dungeons occupants. The parasite insured compliance, while the beast insured copulation.

You can think about your husband, your family all you want. But when you're captured, the dungeon rewires your body to make sure you realize what's truly important. You've slain so many monsters on your way down, it's time to help with the repopulation.

Now knowing it was the only thing keeping your legs from giving out under you, it withdraws from your thoroughly abused hole, starting to pry the doors open, to drag you back in. Right where you belong.

You could feel it's seed pumping into you as it ravages you. Punishing you for defying the natural order of things. You weren't supposed to escape the dungeon. You were supposed to fall.

Uh oh. It seems like you made it out the dungeon, but can't close the door in time before the monster chasing you got through. You knew it was over if it got through. You were defenseless, no armor. No weapon. The door was your only defense

The wolf faunus was tightening his grip on the rope, choking out the unfortunate huntress he was trying to get info out of, the wand buzzing, chipping away at her sanity, her will to resist as she struggles to get any air down in between moans. You would submit sooner or later

The faunus found a human trying to infiltrate the white fang. So it only made sense to give her a warm welcome. After stuffing her full of puppy batter, he hooked her up to the C.L.A.S.S.R.O.O.M. for reeducation and interrogation. After all, broken humans make the best playthings

Some creatures of the dungeon are built for breaking in sows. After your defeat, they mount your back, the slime coated tendril sticky and slippery at the same time, making removal difficult. Then it 'cleanses' your holes, making sure it's seed lubes you up for your new hubby