You never know what lies around the corner... (Staine x Femmesto)

[Staine]

Emmett checked his map again as he walked into the cave. This seemed to be the place, though it didn't look like it contained anything near the wealth of treasure he had been promised. He looked down at the scroll he had purchased again, the one he had gotten from the strange man in the bazaar. Deep in the forbidden dungeon of the ancients there lies a treasure trove unlike any seen before, left by the demon king Vitrias. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piles of gold and enchanted weapons and tomes of magical power that would make the greatest sorcerers in the world pale in comparison to your power could be yours should you make it to the very bottom. Beneath the text was a map. Sure, it was probably a fake, 5 gold pieces and he had sold them to any man that had offered it up but on the off chance it was real he simple couldn't pass it up. At 19 years of age, he had been adventuring for a year now and he still hadn't found the thing that would make him famous, not yet. He couldn't return home a laughing stock, he needed to make his fortune.

Hefting his claymore up onto a shoulder seemingly too slender to bear the weight, he ran his hand through his short black hair, flashing a grin at the darkness that awaited him. He was dressed in fine bronze armour plates buckled together with leather straps and thick linen pants to keep him warm, mobile and slightly protecting his 5"11 form. This wasn't Emmet's first dungeon, the others had offered little in the way or resistance really, just goblins and imps and very little in the way of loot but this would all change if this contained even a fraction of what was promised. His azure blue eyes twinkled with excitement as he lit his torch and ventured into the cave, climbing down the rocky entrance and down the single rope ladder that led deeper underground. Ahead of him, untold riches. Weapon and torch in hand, he started to explore, eager to get in before the others showed up.

 

[Femmesto]

Upon entering the deeper grounds, the floor seemed to change from a dirt path to a stony and rocky path, the corridor becoming darker as the warrior walked through. The tunnel seemed to swirl into a deep spiral as the steps were covered in stone and rocks followed by a steep incline. Easily, you could tell that if you took a misstep, you would ultimately fall to your doom. Once the warrior reached to the bottom, the candles on the wall were lit with green flames, a long corridor soon being lit and the ground changed from the grainy rocks it was before to cut glass embedded in the ground. It was clear that this was a zone of not entering. However, their was a big prize at the end of the corridor.

Once at the end, a big tunnel opened up to a main area filled with glorious treasure of gold coins, trophies, medals, and everything you could imagine. However, something was very weird about the pile of treasure: it looked like it was breathing. Underneath the massive pile of jewelry resided a giant gold dragon, who's tail was resting happily in the mix of gold. However it's tail was resting along a fallen scepter and blending into the royal artifact.

 

[Staine]

The rocky path was treacherous, almost like a staircase formed naturally through time and as Emmett traversed it he was careful with every step. He had heard tales back home of adventurers who met an end simply because they were too eager and slipped, falling down a chasm and he wasn't going to be one of those. There were enough dangerous things in these dungeons without falling prey to gravity of all things. Once at the bottom, he smiled to himself as light could be seen. Eerie, green light, but it was light. He put out the torch with some water from his canteen and followed the lights on the walls, looking around in wonder as the floor became smoother, glassy. He had been in many a dungeon, but they had been nothing like this. Just caves and very little treasure.

Then it opened up into his wildest dream. Treasure as far as he could see all piled up in the middle of the room, gold coins which almost seemed to be moving, like the pile was pulsing or breathing gently though the reflections from the glass floor and the gemstones made it hard to really see for sure, Emmett writing it off as a trick of the light as he stepped forward. He could see no danger, the dragon's tail was gold like the coins and blending in with the scepter. First he picked up a few coins as he sheathed his claymore so he could grasp more loot. He had a few bags with him but there was no way he could carry much of this at once so he made a decision, grab the most expensive looking first. His eyes fell on the scepter and he reached for it, pulling it free and lifting it aloft, sure to be worth far more than it's weight in gold. "Haha, just wait until the fools back home see this. Amount to nothing, will I? A fool for going adventuring, huh? I'll show them all." He started to grab more things, a crown here, a huge diamond encrusted thing that wouldn't fit upon his head as avarice overtook him.

 

[Femmesto]

The dragon's tail felt a disturbance and it begun to move around and the gold coins and metal begun to move as the dragon soon started to wake. A low growl escaped the dragon as he smelled the warrior and the massive dragon let out a loud roar, shaking the dungeon so hard that rocks crumbled and locked the male from leaving. Elgor the treasure dragon stood on his haunches as he titled his massive head to the side at the adventurer. Elgor looked like a mixture of a dinosaur and dragon which was a very scary combo. As the dragon stood, he sat on his butt and between his legs a massive dragon cock before to form, 9 inch in width and the length of 15 inchs, aiming right at the dungeon dweller. Soon, the dragon got up and the gold pile trinkled away.


"Gusty hunter! However, you are rather good looking . .too bad your end is here!" A voice boomed into Emmet's head. It's always the valiant and gutsy ones who die valiant deaths, but this warrior might die a stupid death. Clearly, he was itching for treasure like most but this dragon haven't fucked a adventurer in 900 years. And you can say that Elgor was a little . .pent up. Elgor's scale color mimicked the treasure, a seamless blend and to the naked eye was rather a illusion. Elgor eyed the claymore in the hunters hand, snickering . "And don't you think about taking me with that puny sword. It's just going to shatter in two." The scales on the dragon were raised as well, as if they were acting as layered shields. Even Elgor's scales around his face acted like a helmet but his mouth and eyes were very visable.

 

[Staine]

Emmett jumped backwards the moment things started to move on their own, startled and dropping the scepter he had discovered and instead reaching for his trusty claymore. Eyes widened as the golden form grew in front of him, what appeared to be a pile of gold taking shape as a lizard, huge and scaly, powerful...like nothing he had encountered in those dungeons he had explored previously. A dragon...that had to be what this was, just his luck that he had discovered a dragon on his very first foray into a dungeon with actual treasure to be won but at least there was hope! The doorway he had come in with had been narrow, narrow enough that if he made it through then there the creature wouldn't be able to follow! He turned to run, abandoning any false bravado that less intelligent adventurers might have upon meeting such a challenge but to his dismay the loud roar that echoed through the caverns shook free rocks to fall and block the entrance. He froze, hearing the dragon's voice, or what he assumed was it's voice, in his head as he turned back to face it, sword in hand.

Now that he had no choice he looked the creature over, and he didn't like what he saw. Even as the voice echoed in his mind he was thinking the same thing, it really didn't look like his claymore was going to be very effective against it...the scales looked thick and strong, like it would take something much sharper and wielded with much greater force in order to bust through them and wound the creature. Worse...it appeared to have an erection, and hadn't it said he looked good? He shuddered...he had heard rumours of damsels being raped by dragons after being plucked from fields but wasn't that just silly wives tales and superstition? It had to be! He looked around for another exit...past the dragon and the pile of treasure there was another way out of the room, there! He started to move towards it slowly, keeping his sword raised. "Hey, I think there is some misunderstanding here, friend...I'm not here to hunt, I'm just exploring, I didn't mean to wake you...feel free to go back to sleep and I'll just be leaving...I won't take anything of yours!" He was clearly nervous as he spoke, edging towards the only way out he could see until he felt maybe, just maybe, he could make it. He broke into a sprint, running as fast as he could for the way out.

 

[Femmesto]

Elgor chuckled at the expression the warrior. "Yeah you heard me. I am talking to you, pretty boy!" Elgor couldn't help but stalk the hunter around the dungeon, his tail dragging along the floor as it made a loud screeching sound. It seemed that the dragon's tail had the metallic sharp scales like his skin. If the dragon wanted to, he could simply slice the hunter in half with his tail. But there was no fun in that, right? Elgor stalked the hunter, seeing the other plot his next move. However, the dragon blinked when the hunter begun to run for the narrow entrance. "You aren't going anywhere!" Elgor slammed his tail on the ground, making the gold fly everywhere and the rocks tumbled, blocking the entrance. Elgor used his tail to wrap the hunter around his waist, pulling the other towards him and holding him in the air.


"You are too good looking to eat . . . but your body looks like it might be able to withstand me!" Elgor gave a laugh as he shook the warrior, seeing the sword clatter. The dragon's sheath slowly receded back to show a rather thick and dripping flare. Elgor slammed the hunter on the ground with his tail, holding him there. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Easy way, you present your ass to me and I just have my way with you. Or the hard way where you fight me and struggle tooth and nail, and I still fuck you silly until you practically wither to a humble of skin. I mean, it's a valiant death any warrior would love to have." The dragon laughed loudly. This is why a lot of warriors were scared to explore this part of the dungeon. From the stairs to the hallways, and now this crazy dragon.

 

[Staine]

Emmett couldn't take his eyes off the dragon as it moved closer to him, tail scraping along the floor like it was indeed made of the solid gold it appeared to look like. Was it's entire body made of something similar? At what point did it stop actually being gold, if it was hard and identical in colour? Were it's scales worth more or less than the gold it had risen from? He didn't know, the thoughts popping into his head perhaps to distract him from the danger he was in. He broke into the run and it reacted far faster than he had hoped, the tail slamming down and shutting off the exit just like the first, Emmett's heart sinking as he paused, looking around desperately for any other point of escape. "But...why? You've locked yourself in here, nobody else can get in either now! You're trapped too!"

The question and sentence that followed it was more out of frustration than requiring an answer, and he was soon distracted as the tail wrapped around his waist. He dropped his sword in a panic on being shook and his head moved from side to side in denial as he saw the sheath pull back. "Nonono, please...you can't mean to do this, I...let me go, I'll go find somebody else for you?! I can lure people in, I can...oh god please..." His pleading was interrupted as he was slammed into the ground and pinned, struggling to rise as the dragon's voice taunted him, echoing through his mind. There was no choice at all, it felt he was going to die either way! "G...get off of me! Please, I'm begging you, don't do this!!" He was trying to climb to his feet, pinned as he was on his stomach and manged to get to his knees but the creature was far too strong, far too powerful for him to escape with no weapon at all, thankful he still had his clothes on to protect him from the horny guardian of the treasure room.

 

[Femmesto]

Elgor smirked at what the hunter cried out. "I can easily break these boulders with my tail. As you can see, my scales aren't as thin as you think. Even though a warrior shish kabob sounds swell, I like to tenderize my meat a little bit before I have my food." Elgor laughed as he saw the warrior tremble in fear. Elgor quickly move his tail to use his foot to hold the other down, keeping him in his bent over position. "Oh you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment! You are not going anywhere!" Elgor used his other claw to rip the armour off of the warrior, soon seeing the flesh of the human. "You must be a good warrior if you have literally any scars on you." Elgor eyed his tight ass and smirked. Should he prep him or go straight in? Elgor was fully erect as his sheath pulled back, revealing a rather thick flare. Definitely a ass stretcher.

"I am going to prep you . . .I don't want to rip your insides apart so bad!" Elgor begun to lick the tight hole, his tongue swirling as he was warming up the tight hole. And with a firm press on the male's back and positioned himself behind the male and with a firm thrust, he penetrated the asshole of the hunter, a groan escaping the dragon. Once he was comfortable, Elgor begun to thrust his hips, driving his full length into the warrior. "The tighter the better~" Elgor grinned at that as he worked the boys ass.

 

[Staine]

Emmett struggled and lashed out as dragon easily held him down and boasted at the strength of it's...his?...tail and scales, like he couldn't see how powerful the creature was. He trembled, turning to look at the huge lizard that had him pinned. He had no doubt the rumours were true about dragons and their lust considering the way this one was holding him, pinning him down with it's foot while using claws to tear at his armour. No matter how much Emmett fought, it did no good, it was like being held down by pure steel and his armour gave way like it was paper, exposing him in his vulnerable position. Over his shoulder he could see the dragon's cock, thick and long, this couldn't be happening to him...he had imagined a noble warrior's death a hundred times as he explored, expected to eventually go down and sometimes it had been a dragon he had fought but in his imagination it had breathed fire over him or torn him in two with powerful jaws and sharp teeth...this wasn't what was meant to happen!

He felt the tongue and his struggles began again with a second burst of energy, his arms outstretched towards his sword. The dragon was tough, scales thick but it's cock was exposed now...if he could cut through it, then maybe he could get away. "Please, you can't do this...I came here for adventure, you're meant to fight me, you're not meant to...this isn't fair! Let me go and fight me properly!" The fact he had already lost the fight didn't seem to matter as Emmett bemoaned his fate, his hand finding the hilt of his sword as he felt the flared tip of the dragon cock press against his vulnerable and now lubricated hole. Just as he went to pull back the blade, the dragon thrust into him and he cried out in blinding agony, screaming as his body was penetrated by something too thick to comfortably fit in a hole so tight and small. "Nooo, ahh...take it out! It's too big! Damn you, please...please..." He couldn't form words properly, he had even dropped the sword again as the dragon drove his length into him, the stretching, burning pain making his eyes go wide as he cried out and struggled helplessly.

 

[Femmesto]

Elgor couldn't help but laugh as the male struggled underneath him, pushing further into the tight orifice. "You are getting a adventure, warrior! Be appreciative that I didn't decide to eat you!" Elgor's cock flared deeply into the warrior's ass, feeling his hole become bigger every time the dragon thrusted into the warrior. Elgor used his tail to whack the sword away, the impact shattering the claymore. "You are one sneaky warrior. Trying to cut my penis off so you can be free. While that was smart, you forget to realize you are trapped and can't run. So accept your fate!" Elgor laughed darkly as the dragon whipped his tail, giving the warrior a firm love tap on his ass. "Make some noise for me, warrior! I want more sounds out of you versus a dead noodle! Don't you warriors have a battle cry or some kind of yell you should when you are at the hands of your enemy? Or victories? I mean you should be celebrating! You are being fucked by a dragon known as Elgor the Gold mythic dragon!"

Elgor was a very well known and dangerous dragon but rarely ever seen out on land due the dragon taking a fondness to being in the and with his treasure. What made him dangerous? His scales were immune to most weapons unless it was super hot fire at a melting point degree since he was covered in gold scales. Elgor almost got into a near miss with a catapult of a fireball, which he managed to escape from. But now, he can simply rule the dungeons and didn't mind that idea at all.

 

[Staine]

Emmet cried out in pain as the dragon thrust into his once virgin rear again, the discomfort and agony far surpassing what he had ever expected, and unlikely to stop soon unless he did something about it. His wild attempt with the sword was met with the dragon's tail, shattering the weapon and his last hope as he cried out again, his hole stretched beyond what he thought was even possible. This cock wasn't made to be taken by a human, most certainly not by a man and yet here he was on hands and knees, struggling to escape from beneath an immovable dragon that was taunting him with every thust. He yelped as the tail impacted on his rear and turned to glare at the beast with tears threatening to form in his eyes from the pain. "Fuck you..." Learning it's name didn't help, he didn't care, he just wanted out of here.

"You...why don't you just...ah...kill me already?" He had heard of the dragon before, hadn't quite recognised it from the tales since it had vanished but nothing he knew of it helped him in the situation he was in now, with the huge dragon cock thrusting into his tight, aching, burning rear while he still wore himself out struggling. "I'm not your fucking entertainment, I'm a warrior, an adventurer!" His words came between grunts of pain that were getting harder to hold back. "Please...take it out, it's...it's too big!"

 

[Femmesto]

Elgor smirked as the warrior trembled underneath him. Elgor loved the way the warrior trembled and cried underneath him, clearly begging for his life. It was pathetic but amazing at the same time. "You know what!? I am going to spare in killing you! I am just going to treat you as my fuck toy and fuck you to death!" Elgor pushed deeper into the warrior, bursting further into the man and breaking into his stomach with a joyous laugh escaping the dragon. As it seemed once he went in so deep, his cock begun to expand and getting bigger which meant ribs would shatter as well but the dragon kept moving back and forth. Elgor was going to break the warrior until he was a giant cock sleeve and just leave him on the side and let him die a instant but painless death. Well, it would be a pleasurable one for the dragon.

 

[Staine]

Emmett couldn't stop the tears from flowing now, as stoic a warrior as he was it was simply too much, the dragon's cock was too big for him, too big for any human and he couldn't stop the beast as it rammed it into him with a strength he couldn't fight. Struggling didn't help, nothing could keep the dragon from doing as it pleased as the huge, inhuman monstrosity that was it's thick, hard length pushed deeper into Emmett's rear and his stomach, an obscene bulge forming as he clawed at the floor and sobbed. "Please no...not that, just kill me already...just let me die, I...you won, I failed..." The words of a broken adventurer came between heavy sobs as he fought to the end, the expanding cock sawing into him, stretching him impossibly wide sent spikes of incredible pain through him as bones broke and somewhere during it Emmett lost consciousness.

 

[Femmesto]

Elgor didn't know why but he felt like he had to spare the male, even when he said he won. Elgor pulled out his cock slowly, seeing the warrior practically past out. He wondered if he was right putting the other through senseless torture, just to feed his ego. Elgor could simply keep him alive and make him his personal sex slave forever or until the warrior died. "I won't let you die, warrior. But I am glad you said I won." Elgor used his tail to dig through the gold pile, soon feeling a very tiny vial and grabbed it with the tip, Elgor smirking. "This will heal you enough to withstand me and my cock so you don't die again. I rather enjoy your cries and besides, you will be my personal slave pet." Elgor poured the mixed over the male, coating him in a stick liquid that absorbed into his skin as the power of the juice begun to heal his cracked ribs and organs that were crushed during his onslaught. However, his body still had the adjustments that was made due to Elgor's giant cock so his body was modified to handle him. "Rise warrior. You are weak now and have no weapons to fight me with."

 

[Staine]

Emmett could hear the voice in the darkness even after he had passed out, after he was sure he was dying. Even here the dragon taunted him, mocked him. Wouldn't let him die? The horror of what was being said dawned on him as he felt himself being pulled back to his body, back to the waking world. He had seen death as a release, the rape had been brutal but short, death was his reward, his peace, was it really being taken from him? His eyes snapped open and he climbed to his feet slowly, his entire body still ached including his once virgin rear as he moved but the weakness from the cracked ribs, the crushed organs that had made it impossible to fight, the excruciating pain, that was gone. He looked towards where the exit used to be. "Oh god no...you can't mean it..." His voice was hoarse from the screaming and begging as he looked up at the powerful, sadistic creature. "You can't keep me here! I have no food, no way to live, no...I'm not your damn toy, I don't want to be your fucking slave you overgrown gekko!" His anger and his fear were mingling into one emotion but he still wasn't foolish enough to try and fight his way past the beast. "Just kill me or let me go, this isn't fair, this isn't how a warrior's life is meant to be!"

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Christoff smirked as he looked down at the map, then back up at the cave entrance. Born into a wealthy family there had been little to entertain the man as he had gone through the arcane college, bedding the poor village girls that practically worshipped the mages that passed through on their way or came down to drink and whore away their parent's hard earned gold. He was a fine mage to hear the master wizards that taught there tell it, a fast learner, quick with a transmutation spell or an illusion and adept in the powers of destruction, even his restorative magic had shown promise and he had only been studying for two years! Another three and he would be done, but then there had been that strange man selling maps to untold treasures including the promise of spellbooks that made the library at the college pale in comparison. He raised his staff and tapped it against the wall, providing a fairy light to guide his way as he stepped into the darkness, now illuminated. Most of those fools buying the maps wouldn't find what they wanted here, but Christoff? He had tricks they couldn't fathom, dressed only in his black robe with ruby red trim, the slender elven prodigy brushed aside his long blonde hair and whispered to the fairy light. "Spellbooks, magical tomes, guide me deeper into their homes. Watch for danger, ever scary, guide me forth but do be wary." Rhyming wasn't necessary, but he did like to do things with flair.

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[Femmesto]

(I have to say I love Christoff XD and poor Emmet lmao, every warrior's nightmare: not dying as a warrior)
Elgor couldn't help but laugh at the warrior's reaction to his demise, fire breathing out of his mouth in the air. "I was right to keep you alive! Such a lively warrior you are! And you should be lucky! There are other monsters residing through this massive dungeon of ancient past that are worst then me. And I can keep you hear until you die. Besides, my cum will feed you as well as a sustainable food source. Maybe if you are good enough, I will bring back some meat for you. But for now, I am ready for a second round!" And just like that with a good flick of his tail he hit the warrior with impact, already sealing the warriors fate.


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On the other side of the dungeon, further along the caves, Christoff could hear a voice ring in his ear, a hauntingly cool voice that can send chills down the other's spine. "Why do I always get the wizards and warlocks visiting my dungeon? Do you simply not realize the danger you are in? I suggest not coming further unless you want to die, warlock." As if on cue, the lit stairwell shifted, making as heavy jerk motion to the other way as a new tunnel appeared, looking very similar to the previous one but the stairs gleamed with trapped fairies and various lightning bugs in gold amber, illuminating the curved hallway down. However, the way out was still normal. "I suggest you turn around now, warlock. Unless you want descend, be my guess but don't say I didn't warn you." It was clear that due to Igor, this one had a more malicious and sinister intent.

 

[Staine]

The tail hit Emmett right in the chest and flung him backwards onto the ground. His armor was already ruined, he was tired and sore, knocked down onto his face and struggling to rise. Every word he heard from the dragon took away another shred of hope and he didn't know how long he could last here, could he really be forced to survive as his sex toy? He didn't know, he just wanted it to be over but as he looked around there was nothing he could even kill himself with, no hope for him to escape his fate.

It was over for him. His adventure had ended.


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Christoff heard the voice and shivered at first, there was something eerie and unnatural about it that chilled him to the bone. "Who...who is that? Who is there?" It was a dumb question, one he would have ridiculed any adventuring partners with had he ever thought to bring one but no, Christoff didn't need help. He didn't need assistance in a place such as this. Logically, nothing in here should even come close to matching him in power and technique. He whispered under his breath, hand wrapped around his staff. "Formed from air, shaped like nobility, where there was one there shall now be three of me..." The air around him twisted and deformed, took on the vague shape of him before a flash of light would pierce the darkness. He could see shadows, nothing that he recognised as a foe just yet but even he was blinded by the flash and he had expected it, he was certain nobody would be able to see him. Once his vision came into focus again he wasn't alone, there were two identical copies of himself, looking as arrogant and garbed exactly the same, each with their own fairy light to follow and staff to hold. They had physical form, could be touched, smelled, heard, but they weren't real...any real danger and they would dissipate into the wind. "Whomever you are, you're no threat to me. Hiding in the shadows is a simple trick, but as you can see I don't need to hide in order to fool you." He smirked, damn he knew he was good at this but he was proud of himself for his quick thinking and wit. He held up his left hand and the clones of air did the same, a ball of fire appearing in each. If he wasn't so arrogant he would have noticed only his was giving off real heat, they couldn't actually summon fire like he could, only copy him. "Now, how about you leave me in peace and I don't burn you to a crisp? I'm not without mercy, my well hidden friend."

 

[Femmesto]

It seemed above Christoff the ceiling seemed to move like a black blanket or a giant caterpillar, soon the walls turned black but it was clear that the walls weren't normal. "Very clever trick, warlock . . I am rather impressed. But you do realize that this isn't any type of dungeon . . this is my dungeon that I control and weird. Besides, you are not the only magic user . . but as you wish, enter my web. Honestly, you might get lucky and become my host for my eggs . . you are too cute to simply die." the flirtatious voice chilled Christoff's voice. "However, if you anger me enough, then your life will end here, so if you are not ready for your fate, I will give you one last chance to turn around. Blizergard!" The voice shocked the dungeon with a scream as the voice turned the ceiling into snow and blanketing Christoff and his clones with the snow. It was clear who the real Christoff was since the fire burned the snow while the fakes fell. The snow that covered the warlock froze around him, trapping him in place. "One last try, handsome. I suggest you turn around."

 

[Staine]

The shadows around him didn't bother him, nor did the fact that they seemed to move in such a strange manner. Overconfidence made Christoff quite fearless as he listened to the voice, only a small shudder at the prospect of being any sort of host for eggs managed to catch him off guard. He didn't like that...the thing didn't speak like a normal dungeon denizen, it spoke confidently and like it had intentions beyond killing and protecting it's treasures. "And I'm sure you're too ugly to find a host that consents. Whatever you are, I'd advise you to stay away from me if you don't wish to burn." He could feel the snow start to fall as the creature, whatever it was, said the word of power. So unrefined, no art for rhyming or making it look good even if the spell was impressive, freezing him in place. His clones shivered and shimmered away till he was all that was left, the snow freezing and trapping him where he stood.

"Not bad, but you don't think this is over, do you?" Even Christoff had to admit that there was potential here, but he was too far gone to concede a loss, too stubborn. "Flame of glory, molten heat, ice reduced to sleet!" The words were practically yelled, putting on a show that wasn't needed as the fireball in his hand pulsed and expanded. The ice melted along with the snow, freeing him as the eruption of flames dried and toasted everything within a few metres of him, leaving him unharmed if a little drained. "How about we call this one a draw? I'm not leaving without some of those juicy magical tomes I have heard about, perhaps surrender one to me and I will take your offer and walk away." Arrogance wouldn't let him leave with nothing, not even for his own safety but in his voice, there was a slight note of concern. That had taken a lot of his reserves just to free himself.

 

[Femmesto]

Heptus couldn't help but let out a laugh as he heard the warlock give a cute chant. "Adorable! Warlocks like you always get my excited since you guys are so confident and spunky. I don't think I want to kill you off like the others. You honestly intrigue me~ my magic is something of the old arcane arts, the forbidden arts and nothing elaborate show. It's straight to the point but strong at the same time, however they banned such magic . . I experienced a little too much and turn myself into such a glorious creature which you will soon find out! Descend!" The stairs simply turned to ice, creating a slide underneath Christoff and the tunnel turned into a big slide, the male cirling down for what seemed like forever. As he went down, a loud laugh echoed throughout the air. "Show time!"

Soon, a door opened up and the stairs flung the warlock into the dungeon before the door closing behind him. A weird light was in the air as certain weird blobs of webs decorated the place and a wetness was felt in the air, as if it was a life nest. "If I show myself, will you be able to handle my looks?"the voice was clear and strong, still having that cool chill to it as the drider was hidden in the dark, giving off that flirtatious tone.

 

[Staine]

Christoff glared into the darkness, still unable to locate the exact point of origin for the voice that was at this point an irritation more than anything. It seemed to him that he was at the very least evenly matched with his assailant, and he had tricks left up his sleeve to deal with it, he had confidence. It was strange though...the voice didn't seem concerned that he had fought his way out of the ice so easily, it seemed more amused than anything. A wiser mage than Christoff might have realised he was being toyed with, he took it as overconfidence and the safety of being hidden. Well his foe wouldn't be hidden for long. "Shadowy prey, hidden from sight, lead me to them, fairy li...ah!" He had been ignoring the bluster from the voice, the patronising way it was speaking right up until he lost his footing, the ground beneath him morphing and interrupting his spell. Downwards he spiralled, and when he landed in a new room his arm smacked against the ground, his staff flying from his grasp.

Christoff climbed to his feet, the snarl on his face trying to hide the pain he had felt from the sudden impact and the knock to his pride. He wasn't meant to fall, he wasn't meant to ever feel so bruised and battered, it had been a cheap trick. "Are you that scared of me? You turn our magnificent battle of wits into a mockery with such tactics?" His ego was hurting more than his body was as he bent to retrieve his staff, looking around at the strange room, feeling the moisture in the air, seeing the webs around him. "Disgusting...a bug's lair, nothing more. I'll burn it all down if you don't leave me alone and apologise this instant!" He didn't care what the creature was or looked like, anger was written on his face. "Fine, show yourself, it won't matter soon anyway. The flames will purge you!" He was already building up the power inside him, showmanship forgotten, all he wanted to do was ignite the entire dungeon.

 

[Femmesto]

"Well, with that attitude, I shouldn't show my face at all. However, since you did ask and are here in front of me, I might as well present myself." The voice agreed as a web grabbed the wizards staff, holding it in the air. "No funny stuff, warlock. You are in my dungeon now and I run this area." Soon, the driad appeared, the black widow/human hybrid made his appearance and long white hair cascaded along his cream colored skin, his eyes flashing red as he peered down at the warlock, a grin on his lips. "

The name is Octavia

, and yes I am a man. Am I still ugly to you?" the voice cooed at the warlock as he blew out cold air, freezing the warlock's hands together. "I always like to know the name of potential suitors, so what is yours?" he mused lightly as his upper half was exposed. Octavia looked like a female, but he was definitely a male.

"Apologize? I mean, magic is magic right? Is how you use it to make it work in your favor. No need for silly wordplay or a staff unless you cant control your magic. Besides, you are upset that I fooled you into my lair after I warned you many times. The only fool is yourself, young warlock." Octavia mused.