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 was just sitting there. My head lulled to the side. And boredom on my lips. There wasn't much to see. Maybe a spirit would come around, it would tell some tall tale, and I would clap and smile. But I'm still bored.

She comes into sight. Hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, her hips swaying. And then, a moment later, she topples herself against me. Lips pressing tightly against mine. Her body pinning me to the chair.

I smile. Eyes fluttering as we exchange spit. And her scent- an alluring smell that draws me ever deeper.

She pulls back; eyes lidded as she smiles ever so gracefully. Oh~ so gracefully. And her body tells me to take control. To pin her down and take what is mine.

It drives me crazy. That submission, the feeling of holding her mind in my hands. Ah~ It's such a treat. I... I absolutely love it.

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