Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Started watching the anime Overlord again and became interested in a similar Rp. No isekai but a demon or Lich with a good heart of a powerful dungeon starts expanding his influence and power outside of the dungeon he ruled. It just so happens his servants and allies are hot babes or monsters sometimes both. 
Kinks
BDSM, millking, leasing, collars, chains, restraints, whipping, hair pulling, body marking, stockade, dress up, clothing sex, sextoys, orgy, glory hole, glory box, stockings, slapping, stomach punch, rough sex, cum over body, cum on food, drinking massive amounts of cum, incest, monsters: ogre, orc, troll, Minotaur etc, piss drinking, cock worship, piercings, breeding, bimboification, bruising, cutting, black eyes, mind breaking, chocking, shocking, tit fucking, prostitution, degrading, begging, free use, public sex, anal, flattery, oral sex, 3+ways, royalty, submission.
Hard no's:
scat, vore
opening
For nearly 200 years the dungeon of Zul had slept. Once mighty adventures tried their best to conquer it by slaying the Demon/Lich Zuldon that waited for them at its lowest level. Their reward would be the vast treasure and magical items of the coffers that waited behind his throne room. However the age of heroes waned. And the impregnable dungeon was avoided then forgotten. For 200 year Zuldon hibernate on his golden throne for the next challenger.
Than it happened the scent of blood and raw humanity aroused the sleeping dungeon. Denied blood the very essence that powered the dungeon its monsters and miniboss remained asleep only the overlord was awakened. With a wave of his hand he was teleported to the entrance expecting his challenger, he found only the rabble. Bandits in low tier armor, weapons no knack for the work of spellcraft. He observed them from the shadows, what were they thinking? Even slumbering the dungeon natural defenses were more than a match for them. Were had the blood come from that awoken Zuldon?
On the floor he would his answer, one even less prepared than the bandits clad in the clothing of one that pours ale, cuts on her body as one of the bandits forced her legs spreed open to him. With barely the wave of his hand the bandits body liquified leaving only a splattering of blood quickly being drank by the thirsty dungeon. Well except for his unimpressive cock that bounced on the ground. Another ran for the safety of the shadows only to be impaled on Zuldonāa claws his body falling to the floor. Stepping out of the shadows Zuldon waited to see what the last bandit would do. Run? In the dungeon zuldon was god a simple rearrange of space and he would be back where he stood. Fight? His weapons were paper to Zuldon. Beg for his life? He would live as aā¦zombie servant. Zuldon bellowed a thunderous laugh as the bandit placed his blade to his throat opening it in an act of defiance. The laugh was followed by claps and cheers this human had balls. A shame.
The bandits eyes open in terror as Zuldon stood over him. The gash along his throat closing on its own. This was Zuldonās dungeon. No one died here unless Zuldon command it. His heavy boot slammed into the final bandit again and again and again till he was a fine paste. Then he died. Zuldon turns to wench on his floor.
āNow what to do with you?ā
Kinks
BDSM, millking, leasing, collars, chains, restraints, whipping, hair pulling, body marking, stockade, dress up, clothing sex, sextoys, orgy, glory hole, glory box, stockings, slapping, stomach punch, rough sex, cum over body, cum on food, drinking massive amounts of cum, incest, monsters: ogre, orc, troll, Minotaur etc, piss drinking, cock worship, piercings, breeding, bimboification, bruising, cutting, black eyes, mind breaking, chocking, shocking, tit fucking, prostitution, degrading, begging, free use, public sex, anal, flattery, oral sex, 3+ways, royalty, submission.
Hard no's:
scat, vore
opening
For nearly 200 years the dungeon of Zul had slept. Once mighty adventures tried their best to conquer it by slaying the Demon/Lich Zuldon that waited for them at its lowest level. Their reward would be the vast treasure and magical items of the coffers that waited behind his throne room. However the age of heroes waned. And the impregnable dungeon was avoided then forgotten. For 200 year Zuldon hibernate on his golden throne for the next challenger.
Than it happened the scent of blood and raw humanity aroused the sleeping dungeon. Denied blood the very essence that powered the dungeon its monsters and miniboss remained asleep only the overlord was awakened. With a wave of his hand he was teleported to the entrance expecting his challenger, he found only the rabble. Bandits in low tier armor, weapons no knack for the work of spellcraft. He observed them from the shadows, what were they thinking? Even slumbering the dungeon natural defenses were more than a match for them. Were had the blood come from that awoken Zuldon?
On the floor he would his answer, one even less prepared than the bandits clad in the clothing of one that pours ale, cuts on her body as one of the bandits forced her legs spreed open to him. With barely the wave of his hand the bandits body liquified leaving only a splattering of blood quickly being drank by the thirsty dungeon. Well except for his unimpressive cock that bounced on the ground. Another ran for the safety of the shadows only to be impaled on Zuldonāa claws his body falling to the floor. Stepping out of the shadows Zuldon waited to see what the last bandit would do. Run? In the dungeon zuldon was god a simple rearrange of space and he would be back where he stood. Fight? His weapons were paper to Zuldon. Beg for his life? He would live as aā¦zombie servant. Zuldon bellowed a thunderous laugh as the bandit placed his blade to his throat opening it in an act of defiance. The laugh was followed by claps and cheers this human had balls. A shame.
The bandits eyes open in terror as Zuldon stood over him. The gash along his throat closing on its own. This was Zuldonās dungeon. No one died here unless Zuldon command it. His heavy boot slammed into the final bandit again and again and again till he was a fine paste. Then he died. Zuldon turns to wench on his floor.
āNow what to do with you?ā
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