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

Her fingers finally find purchase. Little reaching things that reach higher and higher until! There. I purr into her touch. Fingers working oh so good against my ears. She knows the best spots~

My eyes turned lidded, a sigh echoing from my mouth as I melt into her lap. Feeling my hair cascade down her back and over her shoulders.

"Hehe~" She giggles, voice soft as she lowers her other hand. Feeling the touch of my skin against her soft hands. Another giggle and she's licking her lips.

Out of the corner of my eye I'm able to see her, watch how she licks her lips and slowly inhales my scent. Nostrils flaring with uninhibited lust.

I felt it once again, that musky smell that brought emotions towards the forefront of my mind. It evoked images of lust through my mind. Of wild breeding and other such fetishes.

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