SpacesSnips

I died.
That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being?
Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon.
Maybe I had lived a pious last life.
Laughable as that was.
But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world.
In short, I am now a villain.
I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death.
My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon.
And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might.
"Before you're cuteness~"
Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

A Trap in a Lewd Dungeon

The suns so bright. Warm sand runs through my fingers... like something so forceful had turned the concrete below me back into its individual parts. And a moment later - after I'd kneeled down - I'm forced to the ground.

A smile on his snout and a push of his legs. That's all it took for the newly summoned wolf to pin me to the ground.

I would stay but... I can't. There are things to be done, objectives to take. And as I step through the portal - equally as powerful as Ellaine's - I find myself among more sand. A beach that stretches as far as the eye could see.

And with waves that crashed against the tallest cliffs.

This won't be easy. The wolf beside me kneels down and I pet his head. My other hand fingering the orb in my pocket. The source of my current troubles.

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