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Exploring the Deep (Dungeon World kinky rpg) with Morell and Moon Struck Fox

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The Dusty mountains, high in the Everfrost mountains was home to an ancient and noble race of dwarves some 300 years ago. Until one night when they suddenly disappeared. It was known, even then, that the Dusty Dwarves were not the first inhabitants of the vast network of caves. Even now, the surrounding mountaintop shows signs of civilizations building and rebuilding, each one adding to the ruins of it's predecessor centuries upon centuries. However, as our hero crests the final approach to the mountain top, a strange oddity is found. One she had never been told. In truth, nobody knew about it. A large cathedral looked as if it was formed right into the mountain sat directly on top of where the cave's entrance should have been.

The cathedral looked ancient, unused. It's pillars and walls were crumbling from disrepair. Statues around the apparent fountain sat dried up and deteriorated. Strangely enough, though the cathedral looked broken and damaged, the marble that made up it's construction was glossy, creamy white, and polished to a mirror-shine.

One marble door, vaulted 30 feet into the air and sat proudly in it's closed intended place. The other was broken from the hinges, laying on the floor almost touching the courtyard where the statues rested. It, too, lay crumbled, and yet polished so fine.

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RE: Exploring the Deep (Dungeon World kinky rpg)

it was just after dawn when she finally reached the Gates of the Cathedral, which should have been a cave. she was wet, annoyed, and alone, which was not how she had started the journey. she had left the safety of the nearest town with a small group after they had heard rumors of an amazing treasure in a monster infested cave. her name was Ascylla, a well trained thief. she was gorgeous to say the least, tall with long legs and slender hips and very nice breasts. she had skin that was touched by the sun, making it more golden than it was white. her hair was as black as ink, trailing to her knees and held together in a long braid that she often kept pinned up and out of the way. her eyes where a startling sapphire blue that seamed to glow when the moon shone onto them, as if she was just born for the night. to say she was stunned to see the Cathedral would have been an understatement. how could such a massive place not have been noticed?! of course, if she thought about it, the records that her teammate had come across had been pretty old. a hundred years, maybe more. perhaps someone else had already found the treasure? she couldn't go back to her teammates empty handed though, maybe there was something in the Cathedral worth something?

she was still a little uncertain how she and her fellows had gotten separated. there had been a rumbling roar, and the world had shook. the cliff the had been camping under had started to collapse and they had all scattered. no matter how she looked though, she had not found any of her fellows. they all had a map though, leading to the treasure inside the monster infested cave or, well. Cathedral now apparently. she wasn't too afraid of monsters really, though she probobly should have been. still, it didn't look like there was anything there at all, no monsters, no beasts, no people, nothing. she slipped through the empty, dusty, broken up courtyard and pressed her back against the outer wall, peering into the hole where the door would have stood. her eyes scanning the area to check for any signs of life. nothing, no one was there. it was all empty, dusty, filthy. she smirked to herself, catching the glint of gold inside. even if it was only a candelabra, it would fetch a very good price on market if she polished it up. a goblet or a bowl would too. and a big place like this was bound to have something valuable. she finally slipped inside, biting her lip as she paused to cast a glance around, no alarms or traps as far as she could see. but who knew what would happen once she started really making her way inside.
 
Inside, the cathedral looked immaculate, save for a few areas of crack, but the murals on the walls and ceilings were bright and colorful. Color streamed into the stained glass mirrors situated high in the dome above, lighting the cathedral in brilliant shapes of reds, greens, blues, and whites from the sunshine outside. But wait, as our hero approached the mountain the weather was gloomy, and threatened to rain, not a half hour away from dusk. The temperature inside was controlled, and only a bit chilly, although much warmer than the stiff breeze of mountain tops in late fall.

The murals lining the walls showed something of a story. The first set showed people being tormented by a large black mist. The second set showed the building of a large structure, looking much like this one. The third set showed the mist splitting off into dozens of smaller ghoulish looking fiends as they tormented and raided the townsfolk. The fourth, a radiant angel perched above the church's dome. The fifth showed the angel banishing the mist beneath the church. Where the sixth mural would have been, and several more beyond that, the cracks in the walls facade began to grow more and more dense, until the images could not be made out at all.

The rest of the grand hall looked similar, going from magnificent in the front, to deteriorated in the back, and still, the signs of wear were still glossed to a high mirror shine. In the very back of the cathedral's main hall was the cave's entrance, seeming to grow out of the cathedral's fine craftsmanship, as if the church had been copied and pasted into the mountainside.

There were no alarms, no pressure plates in the floor, nothing to impede Ascylla's approach in the main hall. In fact, beyond towering marble pillars and the murals painted in bright pigments, there was nothing. Except the faint glint of something at the cave's entrance. At the very edge where the cathedral's brightness ended and the cave's darkness began. She would have to step through in order to get a closer look at what the shimmering metal was.
 
Ascylla was more than a little amazed at the inside. the outside was dusty, dirty, filthy. the inside was completely dust free. as if magic had kept it clean. she looked around, running her fingers through the colored light coming through the windows before looking around to look for anything interesting. she studied the pictures, her head cocked curiously. "how interesting..." she muttered. wondering if maybe she should wait for her freinds. one of them was like a holy priest or something, he would have been able to tell if the demons, for that was what she was certain the shadowy images where, where still there. she didn't know her party very well to be honest, she'd only joined them in the last couple of days simply to try and get some more experience with other people. well, that wasn't going to happen now, but she rather wished someone was there to give her a hand. monsters where one thing, demons where another. still, she was as curious as a cat, and the pun was intended. she frowned as she realized that the other windows where broken, she wouldn't be able to tell what happened. where the Demon's still locked under the Cathedral? she bet not. the place seamed so old, surely the Demon's had died?

she hummed a little and bent down, picking up a piece of the rubble to examine it. still no dust even if she was a bit worried the walls might cave in at any moment. she shook her head and then noticed the gleaming gold in the cave entrance. she hesitated for a long moment before she glanced around the floor, looking for wires, triggers, anything that might set off something she didn't want. she moved in a little deeper, she wanted that gold, whatever it was. she wanted it, and she would have it. hey, she was a thief. she was greedy, and she didn't play well with others either. she inched closer and reached down, checking for anything that might be attached to the glittering gold. it was a little too dark to tell what it was exactly, but that wasn't about to stop her. whether she noticed something or not, would depend on if she snatched it up or not. it was still dark though, and the windows had made her nervous. she wasn't about to just pluck something up until she had examined it.

(Roll 5 + 2Dex= 7)
 
As the thief peered into the darkness at the glinting hint of gold, she could see that it was partially buried under dirt. As she neared closer, a faint shimmer rippled over the cave entrance, as if someone had tossed a pebble into a calm pond. It lasted only a moment, however, before the rippling stopped and the entrance looked normal once more.

(There is a trap. It is magical. Passing through the magical barrier will trigger it, although you have no idea what might happen if you do pass through.)

A long, groaning, creaking sound rang through the grand hall. Far away at the cathedral's entrance, the door once broken and beaten, was somehow now closing. Cloud cover blotted out much of the light streaming from the stained glass murals and in an instant, the cathedral went dark. One by one candle lights began to flick on, illuminating the grand hall in a faint yellow glow. Although there were no candlesticks, just dozens of flames suspended in the air near the walls and pillars. The door was closing very slowly, and from that direction came loud, patient steps upon the pristine marble floor, clicking loudly, echoing through the hall, although judging only by sight, the footsteps seemed to belong to nobody.
 
she gasped as she felt... something, she wasn't sure what, like a tingle, only not. hell, she knew she should've waited for her party! the Wizard in her group would have sensed that trap easily! well, so she thought anyway. she cursed as she realized the Cathedral was reacting. she wasn't about to wast time, she snatched up the golden doodad, who cared if there where more traps? she shoved it into her pocket and spun around, racing across the mouth of the Cave and down the long aisle of the Cathedral, only to find herself trapped. she hadn't been fast enough. "shit!" she hissed, before spinning around as she heard the footsteps. she didn't even bother trying to find out where it was coming from, she dove behind a pillar and hid behind it, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. she peeked out from around the pillar, and swallowed hard as she realized she couldn't see anything. a ghost? where Ghosts real? could she attack a Ghost? she pulled out her Dagger and one of her throwing knives, licking her lips nervously as her eyes flicked from one place to another, trying to locate the footsteps through sound.

it was a cathedral though, they where designed to bounce sound, making the task so much more difficult. all she could tell, was that they where coming closer. she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and examined the doors. solid marble, no lock. even if there was, there was no way she could have pushed them open, not on her own. there was no other choice. she had no doubt the footsteps where bad news. a Demon, or a ghost, something that would punish her for being there. she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and raced for the entrance to the cave. it was dark in there, she could find a niche or a hole and hide. she dove into the entrance of the cave, and tossed herself to the side, trying to slide into a hole, a niche, anyplace that she could duck out of sight and gather her wits.
 
As Ascylla passed through the portal, the magical film bowed with her, until she slipped past far enough that the field collapsed around her. There was no place to hide other than the natural curves of the cave walls.

Behind her, with the magic now gone, she found the cathedral had disappeared. In it's place was an enormous cavern, easily three times taller than the vaulted ceilings of the church. In the other direction, what had once been the mouth of the cave entrance, was a darkened tunnel. It would take her eyes a few minutes to adjust to see all of this, as a faint light blue glow was coming from the cavern, providing just enough light to show it's reaching fingers of stalagmites littering the floor.

On the other side of the cavern, past winding trail that was hidden by most of the cavern's natural decorations, was a hulking beast, probably 12 feet tall. It had a humanoid body, but from this distance, it appeared horns were protruding from it's head on either side. It didn't seem to notice the thief so far on the other side near the tunnel entrance. Would the thief explore the cavern with the hulking beast, or try her luck down the winding dark tunnel?
 
she grunted as she felt something shatter around her. shit, what happened now?! shit, there was no place to hide! she was starting to panic, she pressed herself as flat to the cave wall as she could to try and calm herself down, swallowing thickly. this was bad. bad, bad, bad. she had done something stupid, very stupid. she just hoped it wasn't too bad of a mistake. she could fix it, she was sure. she just had to figure out how... she opened her eyes and checked to see what had happened and nearly collapsed as she realized the Cathedral was gone. had it all been an illusion!? or had she triggered the illusion? whatever the case, she could only see two options. hulking beast, or possibly deadly winding tunnel? well that wasn't a hard choice now was it? she wasn't about to face a twelve foot tall, horned beast! not at her level, hell no. she had a lot more chances of survival with the winding tunnel. at least down there she might find a way out, or at least some better weapons.

she swallowed thickly, closing her eyes she uttered a short prayer to her God and then slipped further down into the winding tunnel, keeping close to the edges and keeping her eyes peeled for any hint of trouble. it was dark, but her eyes where starting to adjust, she could pick out a few more details here and there now. a rock, a crack. a spider.. oh Eew! she shuddered and shook her head. "gross... god i hate this place already. i'm going to kick Felix's ass when i find him. that jackass. this was his idea. i'm so going to make him pay..." she muttered to herself as she slid closer and closer to what looked like an opening. if she was really lucky, it would be an exit. but she was never that lucky.
 
The item she had picked up was a large insect made of jade and gold, a scarab. The scarab's large body and wings dominated a great majority of the jewelry's mass, about the same size as a large platinum coin. The beetle's legs curled away from it's body, made of steel or some other very shiny silvery metal. They closed in on each other, forming enough space so that a regular human might be able to slip their finger through. It was a ring.

The cave grew darker as Ascylla treaded carefully onward with the dim blue glow of the cavern now well behind her. Although her eyes were now fully adjusted to the darkness, the only source of light was quickly vanishing. The steady *drip drip drip* sounds of water dropping into a stagnant pool could be heard growing a little louder with each step.

Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to the floor right where she was about to take another step where the floor was no longer there. A wide hole, spanning the length of the walls sat agape before her. It was much too dark to see how far into the tunnel the hole stretched, and if it was possible to jump the distance.
 
Ascylla wasn't about to check and see what the Gold object in her pocket was. she'd examine it when she was in a more secure location. she slid lower and lower into the cave, swallowing thickly as she realized it was far too dark to really see anything properly. she gasped as her foot hit empty air and she scrambled backwards, wary of falling. who knew how deep that damn hole was. she shook her head and pursued her options. she could try and make her way down into the deep waterlogged hole, she could try and figure out of there was something on the other side, or she could turn around and go back. "...alright then." she muttered, closing her eyes and biting her lip. "back it is." she decided, shaking her head. she wasn't about to waste valuable resources taking an escape route that might not even be an escape.

she shook her head and headed back up the tunnel, wondering if she could use one of her poisons to take out the twelve foot tall beast in the other room. if she could put it to sleep or make it think she was a freind? she could only try. if anything else, she had seduction on her side. she slipped through the tunnels, pondering the best way to deal with the situation as she settled into place at the edge of the mouth of the tunnel, staring into the massive Cavern, looking for the beast. if she was really lucky, not that she never was, it would already be asleep. she licked her lips and looked around again before ducking low and slipped behind one of the nearest stalagmites for a bit more cover. she licked her lips nervously and took out a throwing knife, pondering the best thing to do. could she use her Bloodweed to gain an advantage, or would she be better to simply hunker down and wait for it to fall asleep? she could be silent enough not to wake it if she was smart enough. maybe she'd find a torch or something useful too. she just needed to figure out where the damn thing was.
 
On the approach back to the cavern, the sharp scraping sound of a blade on a whetstone echoed through the decorated blue cavern. Far in the distance, the horned beast sat with his back to the tunnel entrance, grinding away at his massive double-sided axe. Even sitting, the beast was taller than Ascylla, his broad, muscled shoulders almost two and a half times wider than her frame. He was naked, save for the grizzly brown fur covering his lower body. Suddenly he stopped grinding, snorting as he looked curiously around the wide expanse of the azure room. Red eyes glowed as he showed his profile. The hulking beast stood, walking toward the mouth of the tunnel. He stopped several stalagmite's away, hoisting his broad, enormously heavy axe over a shoulder as if it were weightless. A sound, not made by him, stirred in the direction of Ascylla's hiding place. He turned quickly, bringing his massive axe to bear straight down. A hissing sound squealed unseen. The Minotaur peered over the creature's body, ensuring it was dead. Satisfied, he hoisted his axe back over his shoulder, now drooling in green sludge, and found his seat. Soon enough the steady rhythmic sounds of a blade being sharpened rang through the room again.
 
to say she was terrified was an understatement. she could hear the damn thing sharpening a blade to kill her with! of course, it didn't know she was here... did he? she studied him from a distance, swallowing thickly. she just had to find out how to circumvent him somehow... she needed to slip around unseen so she could find a way out... or maybe just find a rope so she could find out what was at he bottom of that hole, she'd kill for a torch. maybe she could kill the monster there, but she highly doubted it. she was more than a little stunned to realize exactly what it was. a Minotaur!? there was a bloody Minotaur?! she pressed her hands to her mouth as it moved, pressing both hands tight until she was sure she was cutting off the blood flow of her lips. as it got closer she held her breath and hoped, desperately, that it couldn't hear her thudding heartbeat. she flinched as the Axe came down and swiftly killed some poor creature. she blew out a relieved breath as it resumed sharpening the Axe and she swallowed thickly and closed her eyes, trying to think of what to do. there was only one chance. she needed to try and sneak into a better position. she wasn't about to attack it. no sir.

she stood up slowly and took several bracing breaths before she peeked around to get a good judge on her surroundings. she slipped across the floor to another stalagmite, thanking her God that he was shining favorably. having a trickster for a God was not often the best thing, but he favored his children, and if she prayed hard enough, hopefully she would have her luck. she only needed to find an exit, a rope and torch, or something equally useful, like a sleeping potion, a spell of invisibility, or something else. even if she found nothing, as long as she was able to evade the Minotaur, she would count that as a win.

(Roll 2 + 2Dex = 4... crap XDD)
 
Indeed, Loki must have not been looking after his child today. Or perhaps he couldn't see her in the depths of whatever hell this was. As the girl dashed from cover to cover, she must have not seen the large puddle, another great stalagmite being born at her feet, a hundred thousand years in the making, nothing but a puddle of water right now. As her boot crashed into the puddle, the slight splash was amplified by the deep echos of the cave. The Minotaur turned immediately at the sound, his eyes darting directly to the giant cave spider he had just smashed, then jumped right back to the tiny human foot slipping into cover.

He let out an animalistic snort. The warm air protruding from his snout came out as smoke as it touched the cool dark air. A bellowing sound errupted from his chest--laughter? It had been quite some time since he'd seen a human. Years meant nothing to the ancient beast, but it was a long time, of that he was sure. "Human?" his voice boomed like a throaty boil mixed with a deep bass instrument. Hooves clopped on the ground slowly, and in an instant picking up to a gallop as he charged the natural barrier she tucked herself behind. He rounded the corner, bringing his axe over his shoulder, gripping it on both heavy fists, each one bigger than her head, coming down on her with all his might.

(Don't forget to add an XP point for the failed roll!)
 
she gasped as she fell into the puddle, her eyes widening as she slipped right into the puddle, cursing under her breath as she realized the sound echoed through the cave just as he stopped grinding on his Axe. what bad timing! Curse Loki! he was up there laughing at her, he just knew it! usually he was kind to her, she was a spreader of chaos after all. apparently he didn't like her being there. not that she liked it much better. she gasped as he snorted, pressing a hand to her mouth to try and muffle the sound, hoping maybe he hadn't seen her... nope, that roar ruined that thought. the scream of 'human' echoing loudly very nearly made her pass out from fear right then and there. shit, it was coming! what could she do!? what would she do!? there was nothing to do! she staggered back, landed flat on her ass and raised her hands to try and defend herself even as she curled herself up into a Tiny ball and screamed "Stop!" she yelped. there was no chance to evade, no time to evade.

(i rolled a 3+2Dex=5 which means i failed XP can't evade since i need at least a 7 according to the pages. does that count as a fail?)

"Please! Don't kill me!" she shrieked, scrambling off to the side, not that she could stop him if he did decide to kill her. there was only one chance left really. "i Yield! i yield!" submitting to such a creature could end very badly, but it was a chance to survive at least.
 
The enormous strength torqued behind those massive biceps was shown quite inversely as the mighty Minotaur was able to bring his swinging axe to a hault mere inches away from her face. "Yield..." his words boiled. Relaxing his hands, the axe fell to the floor right at her feet, almost nicking her leg as it clanged and clapped and finally settled on the cold wet floor. He reached for her hair, using it to pull her face upward for examination. It was a female. The beast snorted in appreciation. It truly was his lucky day. He let go of the tiny thing's hair, letting it fall over her face as he turned away, apparently poised to leave her be. Then he whirled back her direction, the back of his calloused giant palm came sailing toward her, greeting her cheek with a loud and painful smack across her face.

(Take 5 damage)

The beast cracked his knuckles, chucking warm breaths onto her body, even from his height high above her. "Yield, human." He rumbled, pointing at the floor next to his heavy war axe.
 
Ascylla trembled as she War Axe froze, centimeters from cleaving her in half, her eyes wide, terrified. she just barely contained her bladder. she jerked as the Axe clanged to the ground and she swallowed thickly, yelping as it forced her face up. she was pretty, she knew that. and it had often worked to her advantage. she shuddered as it snorted and blew out a very relieved gasp as it let her go. she staggered to her feet. she was barely on them when the massive hand tossed her to the ground again, her face throbbing with the pain of being slapped by such a massive creature with such a massive strike. she shuddered as he cracked his knuckles and wondered if he was going to kill her slowly. she wasn't entirely sure what he wanted when he pointed, but she could guess. she scrabbled over to where he was pointing and settled onto her back, laying prone before him, trembling and tense, her eyes flicking from his face tot eh war Axe, clearly wondering if he was going to kill her anyway. she entertained no thoughts of using it against him, the thing was massive, she'd be pretty lucky to pick it up at all let alone be able to make any use of it. she was helpless to the Monster, she wasn't about to piss it off by trying. if she had to, she could always trade that Golden bobble she'd snatched up earlier for freedom. until then, she'd just have to do what the beast told her to do, even if she had terrible, terrible ideas about what it intended to do to her.
 
The beast kneeled down next to her, reaching for his weapon a few feet away. The massive blade dragged along the floor until the wooden handle hovered over her body. He let it rest on her, and even it's weight was noticable. He reached to her shoulder, tugging her to lay on her stomach and gathered her wrists above her head, handling her like a lifeless doll and not being even the slightest ounce gentle as his fingers poked and prodded her into a position that satisfied him. He dragged his weapon closer, laying the entire length of the wooden portion across her back, with the blade proturding forth above her wrists. He worked for a few minutes, untiying the decorative rope work along the shaft, and affixing her wrists, chest, waist, and ankles to the six-foot pole. When he was finished, he flipped her back over by turning the blade, tugging at her body to make sure everything was tight.

Next, he stood, gathering her gear in one enormous hand, and dragging the weapon behind him, hooking a few fingers into the dull decorative curves of the blade. The wood scraping on the ground was loud as he made his way to his temorary camp, packing up his own gear and dragging his captive along as he exited the dull glow of the room.

Darkness soon enveloped them, as he led the way through pitch black tunnels, eventually coming to a much smaller cave. Although about the only way our hero could tell they were in a room, rather than a tunnel was the noticable change in air pressure and the lack of stuffy stagnant air of the tunnels. She would feel his rough hands expertly working the knots holding her to the weapon. Soon enough she was free, in a matter of speaking. He pushed her harshly to a small mound in the center of the room. It was impossible to see, but beneath her was the embrace of a small pile of treasures, coins, gems, a bed of valuables. All she would feel is the sharp sting of their cold touch beneath her. He grabbed her shirt, able to see just as well in pitch black as in open daylight. He tugged it furiously from her body, and made short work of her bottoms as well.

A vigerous push at her shoulder flipped her stomach to the gold below. Above her was the loud crunch of the wooden staff of the war axe digging into the pile of valuables. He quickly refastened her wrists to the wood and settled himself between her legs behind her, pushing her thighs apart. His breathing got heavier as he pushed his throbbing hot cock between her legs without a word, waiting to hear the woman's whimpers before he pushed into her.
 
she shuddered as he knelt next to her, swallowing thickly.she huffed a little as he let the handle rest on her. there was no way she could have moved that thing, it was heavy! to the extreme! she might have been able to lift the handle, if it was on it's own. the actual head of the Axe? there was no way. the thing had to weigh at least her entire body weight! she rolled onto her stomach, not about to fight him. who knew what he'd do to her. she shuddered, laying still as he positioned her just so and then began to tie her up. she was going to be eaten, or poked onto a spit and roasted alive... well, she was half right anyway. she watched him gather her stuff up, and swallowed thickly. now she was weaponless too. she needed to find a way to get free. maybe that golden bobble still in her pocket could help her? she just had to find a way to get her hands free. she watched as the massive cavern vanished behind her, plunging her deeper and deeper into Darkness once more. she was really starting to hate the dark. she did take note of the fact that the air was much less stagnant here. maybe there was an exit!? even just a hole she could climb into!

she swallowed as he untied her and plunged her hand into her pocket, gripping the Golden Bobble and staggered into the pile of treasure. she knew that for a fact, she'd recognize the sound of gold on gold anywhere. she gripped the Ring in her hand tightly, and let him undress her, her heart sinking as she realized that she was probobly going to die. he was going to fuck her to death. she yelped as he ripped her clothes off, and could only hope he hadn't damaged them. if she survived this, there was no way in hell she was ever going to wander around naked. no way in hell. she grunted as she was shoved onto the gold once more, gasping at their cold touch. if she survived this, she was stealing every last one of his treasures! filthy beast. she'd have her revenge... well, if she survived this. she whimpered as he tied her hands to the Axe once more and gasped as she felt his monster cock. literally. it was massive! it was going to split her in half! she was going to die! she was going to die!

she whimpered, and tugged at her hands, trying to free her hands before she shrieked as she felt it pressing against her, gritting her teath hard as she forced her lower half to relax. if she tensed, he was going to break her. she gasped as it pressed in, moving in and in and in, spreading her wide. she was a woman! she could handle this! babies came out down there! he wasn't TAT big... oh who the hell was she kidding. it hurt, it hurt it hurt. she opened her mouth and screamed as her cunt spasmed around the much too big intrusion. somehow though, it felt... good too. it hurt way too much for the good to be any, well, good. but she had a terrible feeling that she was going to start enjoying this at some point. she bit back a choked sob, gripping the handle of the Axe, desperate not to go insane before she finally went completely limp. she hadn't passed out, though she wished she had. she could feel the gray clouding at the edges of her vision. all she could do was lay there and let him have her anyway he wanted, whimpers escaping her mouth as she shuddered and tried to clear her vision enough so that she wouldn't pass out. she didn't want to be asleep when he did things to her. she didn't want to not know what he did to her. she needed to stay awake so he didn't kill her while she was out cold.
 
As the mighty beast lay into her, settling his cock deep within the tight confines of her pussy, he pressed into her back with one giant palm, digging her into the coins while arching her for a better angle. His other hand wrapped around hers grasping the wood. As he lay there, mercifully giving the human a moment to mold her cunt to his cock, he felt her grabbing something in her hands. At first, he was ready to slit the bitch's throat for taking his treasure. But as he forced her palm open, he didn't recognize the jade beetle.

His low, throaty chest chuckled. He knew exactly what this was. Leaning down, pressing his massive weight into her, forcing his animal dick even harder onward, he used both hands to hold her fingers out. He slipped the ring on her finger. The scarab's eyes lit up a bright green that illuminated the Minotaur's treasure room. She would get a glimpse of it. Although nothing near the treasure horde of a dragon, there was a respectable amount of treasure complied. Most of which she was laying on now. The scarab's steel legs mechanically wrapped around her finger, locking onto place on her digit, it's tiny head lurched forward, sinking a needle right into her finger under the nail. Liquid flowed through the needle, sending a burning sensation through her finger, down her wrist, and spreading up her arm. The pain remained for a minute and slowly dissipated.

The beast, satisfied the ring had worked, pressed into her back again, using her as leverage to heave himself into a kneeling position again and began slowly working his cock in and out of her--although not for her comfort, only because it felt good feeling that tight seal and warm tunnel hugging his dick so tightly. He snorted again, from his bull-like mouth began to drop thick heavy, wet globs of saliva down on her head and back, an amount equal to a pint with each slavering drop.

(You discovered the Jade Scarab of Beelzebub's Whore! While wearing the ring, it will continue to pump magical fluid into you, making your body unnaturally resistant to enormous penetration. While it does nothing to dull the pain, other than hot having you break in half, your insides will remain undamaged, even with the roughest of treatments. You can take a dagger to the chest, and your lungs would be undamaged. You still take HP loss like normal, and you still feel the pain. In addition, it can be used as a minor light spell by simple thought. The scarab's eyes glow green, illuminating a small area around itself in dull green light.)
 
she whimpered and whined and gasped and sobbed as it plunged deeper and deeper into her. she panted, heaving in great breaths of air as it paused, gripping her hand tighter, tears streaming down her face. it hurt. it hurt so much, but at least he had paused, she could take the chance to calm down, to relax again, to maybe think of a way out of this. she gasped as he gripped her hand, forcing it open. shit! that was her last hope! she figured it was magical, but she wasn't sure what it did, and now he was going to take it away from her... nope, he was slipping it onto her finger? he knew what it was? she shrieked as he forced his cock deeper into her, she swore she could feel it rupturing things inside of her, rearranging her insides, forcing her stomach to bulge around it. she shrieked again as she felt the needle slam into the very tender flesh under her fingernail, making her jerk and writhe for a moment. it burned, it burned, burned burned... at least her cunt didn't hurt so bad now. she went slightly limp again, panting hard, eyes closed as the burning stopped and the beast started to move again.

she had to admit, it was rather... pleasant, the way it moved slowly. she knew it had nothing at all to do with her own comfort, that didn't stop her from being thankful for it. especially as the pain was slowly starting to ease off, and pleasure was starting to take it's place. as massive as the cock was inside of her, it pressed, pushed, and rubbed against all the most sensitive places inside of her. even her clit was brushed against with every motion and movement. she shuddered as she felt that hot drool dropping down onto her, so disgusting! but she wasn't exactly in a position to complain, being that the monster had her tied down, held in place, and pierced on a cock bigger than her whole arm. she paid her head down on the glittering gold, closed her eyes and moaned. what else could she do? it was really starting to feel very, very good. it still hurt, but the pain was only a counterpoint to the pleasure, driving it higher. she shuddered, and before she could stop herself, rolled her hips in time with his next thrust. she was more than a little disgusted with herself but if she was lucky, he'd let her go when he was done with her if she played along... right, because she wasn't just a slut eager for pleasure.
 
The Minotaur stopped his slow gyrations when he felt the human girl start moving against him. He allowed her to do so for a moment, letting her bask in the humiliation of her own desire for a bit as he watched those tiny hips bounce against his powerful thighs. His hand, three times the size of a burly, rugged man's covered her face, pulling her head back to stare at the dark ceiling. His third finger creeped into her mouth, forcing it's way to rest at the back of her tongue, just far enough to make her gag.

Then, with a powerful thrust, he settled into her again, piercing her cervix with one fluid motion as if it weren't even there. He could feel her womb bending deeper into her body, forced to form to the shape of his cock as he hammered deep into the thief bitch's insides. "It'll be better for you if you scream, human." He snarled and then slammed her head into the cold coins, pressing her face with his giant palm as he ravaged her body like a rag doll. Strong hips picked up pace, so fast that if anyone were watching might see the slight furry blur of his legs working in and out, pushing against those firm ass cheeks, over and over taking, abusing, using, and fucking the poor girl's tight pussy.

The spit had began to pool on the fucktoy's spine, and slaver onto the coins below, creeping down her tummy as they soaked into the creases of the metal. With a forceful plunge, the beast roared so loud it shook the walls of the tiny cavern, threatening to drop ancient stalagtites from the ceiling onto the pair. The beast's buttery cock, soaked through from their combined juices rippled, then pulsed, then shot a steady stream like a firehose, painting the girl's womb white with it's thick seed. Eyes glowed hot red above her, and in another instant, the beast was fucking her even harder than before.

He went into a lust-filled rage, losing himself in the pleasure. Nothing existed right now, not his gold, not the cave, not anything except his cock dipping desperately into this tight human cunt. He grabbed her shoulders, pressing so hard into her, gold began spilling from the pile, covering her up as he ground her so hard, she bagan to get buried under the coin she loved so much. It was like he was fucking his mound of treasure now, as the beast howled again, forcing an even harder jet of cum, another heaping helping splashing her abused womb lining. The pressure backed off, and soon enough, the steady stream of cum dribbled down, like a simple waterhose now as the collected cream had no where to go but drool from the tight seal of their union.

The beast dug his arm into the gold as if it were water, scooping his prize from the coin and holding her tightly to his chest. He rolled over into an exhausted heap, dragging her along with him, still impaled on his dick, to lay with her back across his chest. Her wrists, still tied to the weapon, followed along, being pulled by his strength against the tight hold the butt of the weapon had on the pile of gold, it would strain her arms but eventually the pole came loose, dragging with her as he pulled her from the pile. In another moment, the beast was fast asleep, cum drooling slowly from his bitch's hole, matting down the fur of his thighs.
 
she whimpered as he stopped, shuddering as she realized he was enjoying her humiliation, crying into the coins as she shook her head. she couldn't stop now though, she just couldn't stop, it hurt, it felt too good to stop. she felt him press a finger into her, massive, filthy, she choked on it just as he wanted, gagging against it as she tried to push it out with her tongue. she choked, her vision going black as he slammed in harder, going completely tense and still. it hurt, it hurt, it hurt! hurt so bad she couldn't breath, let alone scream. she choked, tears spilling from her eyes as she trembled against him, mouth open, throat closed from the pain. she heard him say something, but couldn't make it out through the sound of rushing blood in her ears. she managed a deep breath when he forced her head against the coins. as he thrust into her again, she did as he wanted. she screamed. and screamed hard, struggling against him as he used her. she didn't like this at all. she screamed as he picked up the pace, screamed as he fucked her like a rag doll, screamed as he used her. she sobbed as he came the first time, flooding her with his hot cum, she could only be thankful that as a monster, it couldn't impregnate her... at least,s he hoped not. she could feel the gold digging into her as he used her. felt it sliding around her, burying her. she could only hope she wouldn't suffocate underneath the piles.

she screamed when he came again, the sound of it muffled, her stomach bulging obscenely from the cum that he had flooded into her, making her tremble and sob, choking on her own tears, her throat sore from screaming, her cunt aching, her entire body limp from pain and exhaustion. she could only be glad when he finally stopped moving, her body trembling as she closed her eyes, limp as he dug her out from the pile of treasure and flopped her around like she was a rag doll. she whimpered as she felt her shoulders being torn from their sockets as he moved her around. she listened to the monster breath, in and out. asleep, but it took her several minutes before she could bring herself to try and move. she had to be silent as a mouse as she slowly, carefully pulled his cock out of her, every movement making her choke and cringe, terrified she would wake him up. every movement sent pools of cum flooding out of her and she sighed as she finally extracted herself off of his cock, the last of the cum flooding out of her, soaking his stomach and the gold underneath them, making her shudder again as she rolled off of him and onto the gold, wincing as it tinkled around her. there was no way in hell she was stealing any of his treasure. the last thing she wanted was him coming after her. she shuddered as she took a moment to rest against the gold, her eyes closed as she panted before heading up the pile to the War Axe, using the sharp blade to cut herself free from the ropes that had held her captive. she rubbed her wrists, swallowing thickly as she glanced at the minotaur to check and make sure it was still asleep before she slid down the pile of gold once more, wincing at he clatter of noise and slowly stood. her legs nearly buckled under the effort of standing and headed to her pile of things.

she cleaned herself up as best as she could using what she had and then pulled on her clothes, wincing with every movement. it hurt to walk, it hurt to breath. she slung her pack onto her back and swallowed thickly as she looked at the ring, examining the soft greed glow and decided to leave it on. it was useful anyway, and it seamed as if it had somehow helped her take that massive cock. she wasn't bleeding, she knew she should have torn but she hadn't. she suspected the ring had done it, it certainly hadn't been the Minotaurs careful ministrations. she swallowed hard and shook her head and glanced around, looking for anything at all useful that she might take.

(Discern realities- Roll 8 + 0Wis = 8, get one boon. What here is Useful or Valuable to me?)
 
The beast snored loudly behind her, showing no signs of waking even at the less discreet of her movements.

The dull green light shone the immediate area around Ascylla. There was, of course, the cum-soaked pile of gold and gems dominating the majority of the middle of the room. But as her eyes carefully grazed the gleaming treasure, one thin in particular caught her eye. The hilt of a dagger, seemingly ordinary except for the intricate ornate design carved into it's pummel, that of Barch, god of sea winds to the nomatic sailors of the north. He was shown blowing a heavy wind into appreciative salors' sails.

The blade was named Roudin's Wind, after the sea king for whom it was made for. Curious, how it ended up in a cave high atop the Dusty Mountains, if that was even where our hero was anymore. It had the power to force a harsh gust of wind from it's blade, storing energy from every slight breeze, every movement of air across it's serrated edge. On the high seas, a sailor could use it regularly to push his boat along. In the deep caves, it may take a while to recharge after a use, and must be in the open air to do such (not tucked away in a bag.)

Everything else held little use outside of the obvious monetary value.

The beast stirred, it's massive hands grabbing at it's chest, looking sleepily for it's newest addition to it's treasure. It would surely wake soon when it realized it's pet was no longer there.

(Award 1XP for making a monster cum)
 
she shuddered a little as it snored and she blinked as the green light spread around her. it was soft enough that it didn't hurt her eyes, and she smiled a little and looked around. no escape here, nothing even remotely useful, and nowhere to hide either. still, she had light now. that was the important thing. she took a moment to poke around, looking for anything of use before her eyes finally fell onto the hilt of the blade. she blamed Loki for her insatiable curiosity of course, but she couldn't resist. she reached out and took the blade by the handle, stuffed it into her pack and winced as the Minotaur moved, searching for her. yep, time to split. she spun on her heal and darted back up the path it had taken her down, diving into the massive cavern she had started in and hesitated. look for another opening or go down to the pit? she'd go tot he Pit, the Minotaur would surely not track her down there. and maybe she could find a place to rest down below. she took off across the massive cavern and into the winding path once more and paused at the massive hole once more to catch her breath, pulling the Wind Dagger out of her pack and carefully strapped it where her first dagger had been. the first dagger went into her pack, leaving the Wind dagger in the open to gather the energy it needed. not much breeze down here, but if she had her lore straight, it would gather wind energy as she walked. it would take a while, but she'd have an elemental advantage over some of the creatures she came across at least.

she took a moment to catch her breath and check her supplies before she examined the pit, glad that her ring gave her some light. she could check now to see of there was something on the other side of the massive hole or if there was an end to the deep hole.
 
(+1 XP for escaping an enemy after being captured)

The dull light shined into the pit below. It wasn't nearly as powerful as a lamp or a torch, so there was certainly no way of seeing the bottom of the pit. It only shined about seven feet down, and at the edge of the light was the tip of a long, slender, bulbous-headed tendril blindly stretching up to the light. It made no sound.

The dripping sound from earlier returned as she neared the hole, and as she peered down, and the tentacle responded, more dripping sounds splashed from deep within the hole. More bulbous tendrils peeked up into the soft green glow, orienting themselves toward the light's source. They didn't seem to be able to reach up any further, simply curious at the light, and the light didn't penetrate enough to find where the tentacles began, or what manner of creature they belonged to.

The light also shone on the other side of the hole. A good 8-foot jump.

From deep within the cavern, deafened a bit by the tunnels slight curve, a beastly roar sounded from somewhere behind her. It was a distant roar as the caves could carry light voices up to three miles away in caves like these, but it appeared the Minotaur, wherever it was, had just noticed her absence.
 
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