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

I laughed, snorting as I thought of the fall that we had had. It was sad that it was sort of a mood breaker, in that sex is completely off the table. For me at least, she's all tuckered out.

But well, I smile, it's all really quite funny to me.

And even then, if it isn't as amusing as I thought it was. Well, the more that I think of the moment, the tightly writhing bodies, and her breath. Oh that breath. That look. The more I giggle. The more I feel a proud echo in my chest.

I giggle. Watching the moon evermore. Watching and watching. Until the world fades into darkness. Until my eyes droop with a lack of energy. And until our arms cuddle the other. Basking in the others warmth.

The sun shines. Bringing with it the dawn of a new, brighter day. So too comes the morning routine, responsibilities that must be taken care of along with tasks to be done.

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