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

My head slammed onto the table. I felt a deep sense of longing, of a hole that seemed to rip its way through my heart.

It was terrible as I had never really been away from Inari for this long. Not in the past, but now, there was considerable distance between us.

A whole states worth and I could not even be there for him. To protect my dear Inari against any and all dangers. And worst of all…

I touched my neck, my finger trailed down and touched the healed wound. A pleasure played through my head. The way that his teeth raked against my skin, the lick that healed my wound.

I shivered as I thought back to all of them. And with that remembrance I found myself wanting.

I wanted him, I wanted my Inari. But he was not here. He was out exploring and expanding, as he had said himself.

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