Post Nut Calamity v2

The dungeon known to change an adventures live..if they come back, rumors say more than the "survivors" ever dare speak of, what little they say is about the untold treasures, the layout (said description changes with each survivor), it was time to enter the infamous hole yourself.

You drop down and..fall pretty long, when you hit the dirt floor you simply pass out from the force brought upon you, you dont know how long you have been out, probably longer, what remains is the water dripping form the hole and the occasional rustle from the maze like corridors.

The dungeon is yours to explore.

Its unfortunate to be falling down a deep dark hole, it is even more unlucky to hit your head on a pipe on the way down and be entirely knocked out before even hitting the ground, which you did with a loud THUD.

After minutes? hours? maybe even days the loud hiss of steam from a nearby open pipe has woken you up, the pipe releasing steam every other minute, the place is humid making you sweat a little, the floor is smooth and hard, a mossy green tint to it and the small bricked wall and ceiling in a similarly gross green.

There was only one path forward, over the grated hallways in front of you and its winding path past the array of randomly sized pipes and the occasional hiss of some serpent in the distance being the only thing breaking up the sound of hot steam spitting from pipes.

A bag has been put over your head making it impossible to see, lead towards...somewhere, jerked left and right until there was a click behind you.

Forced down onto a stool, hand bound tight against the wall behind it, feet firmly planted against the chains now binding your limbs in this seated position, a silent warm finger running over your shoulder, followed by a large pair of breasts pressing against your torso for a minute.

The nun that has bound you was now turning around and sitting its ample bottom onto your exposed lap, grinding against your groin to coax blood into it, whether you want to or not, a pleased gurgling hum escaping the nuns hidden face as she felt something stiffening underneath her.

Laid down on a simple but rather comfortable bed, hands bound together, you see a gooper with an unusually large bottom body having sunk your legs into its body, keeping it there by the calves.

A buzzing on your legs where they meet the gooper creeping up to your groin, stiffening your length as the goopers round head looked upon it with its antennas, the stalks slightly jerking around with the motion.

As your length has been made rock solid by the slight buzz coming form the contact to the gooper the things large translucent mouth descending on your shaft, with its translucent skin you can see your dick traveling further through the head, your tip soon reaching the other side of the round head, the gooper pushing further down until your tip was denting the goopers head outwards.

The short grass was folding under your feet, the cold brown bricks of the hallway felt like they where narrowing more and more as a few zombies where quickly following behind you, the incessant breathy growl creeping up your neck until rounding a particularly unlucky corner with one particular zombie hot behind your trail.

The corner was a dead end, a broken barred windows over a bench, but there wasn't much time to contemplate what to do, a shove from behind and the single zombie forced you onto the bench, launching its green body on top of you with surprising strength.

One thinner leg over your own next to your hips, the other shorter but thicker leg on the bench as its asshole was simply engulfing your length in a slow but consistent rhythm, its arms wrapped on the bench behind your bed as its droopy smile and its saliva was dropping onto your face.

The red walls of the mansion where in a way a much more pleasant sight than the drape and dreary grey walls of everything else in the dungeon, it made the flying gargoyles a lot easier to see, their body, half as big as yours in height but a lot thicker and wider still, every flap of their wings making their flesh slightly ripple form the motion.

One particular noticed your presence and was launching itself towards you eagerly, with a loud thud and a weight impossible for a creature of this size it made you topple over onto the edge of the stairs behind you.

The gargoyles hoofs on your thighs as it ground its heavy soft body against your groin to quickly coax it to life, it could only wait until you where just hard enough to align with its lips as it quickly moved its hips in a wide arch up and down, almost making you growing shaft slip out with each loud lewd clap of its cheeks against your own hips.

§ Imps are nary a problem, easily shaken off usually, so when you found yourself brought down by not 3, not 4, but 6 of these dastardly things at once? even you where surprised, you didn't have enough limps or strength to do so, whenever two where wiggled away 3 where already back on you.

One imp on each of your limbs, rubbing their soft red bodies all over them, a 5th imp sitting its surprisingly ample (for its size) rump smack onto your face, coating your face in all but a few strokes, the last one has long swallowed your rigid prick with its lower body, bouncing its ass eagerly until it had wrung an orgasm out of you.

But there was no time to rest, barely a moment later the imp had swapped with one of the others ones, the new imp starting where the other left off with just as much gusto.

Everyone can become lucky at some point, and in the hallways of the mansion a trio of imps has become especially lucky with you, usually shaken off quite easily the trio of imps caught you offguard and off balance, bringing down onto the carpet with a round of playful giggles coming from each of them.

One of them quickly straddled your neck between its soft supple thighs, another simple laid on your torso and rubbed its own body over it, blocking the view form number 3, who had opened your pants and quickly lapped at your groin, making the shaft quickly harden, once rigid the imp basically swallowed your sausage with the same parched enthusiasm of a beggar.

Having seen plenty of empty chains on so many corners and rooms would desensitize anyone, so it would come very much to your own surprise you found yourself chained on the wall, barely touching the ground with your toes, your energy? drained from days upon days of a nun simply wringing it out of you any way she wanted.

Loosing track of time of day or night, the only indicator is simply falling asleep as is, only to eventually woken up once again by a nun waltzing towards you, maybe the same, maybe another they all looked the same, your body exhausted, sleepy, and a bit hungry yet the nun had no problem making your hard for another day of satiating her desire.

Those dastardly chains, those little demons, caught and imprisoned in one of the many empty chambers in the way too many hallways, hands on the wall, rump on a shady wooden chair, and one of those stupid fake chests, a mimic bouncing its fat red ass on your prick, loosing count how many times its been, maybe even today that thing simply took what it needed for as long as it needed, either until you gave out or it finally had enough.

Maybe today it would show mercy, but with how its ass was bouncing so hard it slapped loudly against your hips, you doubt it.

The seedy grassy hallways, the brown bricks all around you, usually all the doors on here where closed and all windows barred, so it was especially surprising when one actually had opened and you stumbled right in, the door closing shut right away, not opening again.

It was mostly dark, sans the dim light of the hallway coming form the only window in this room, it made it impossible to see that a plantasha shoved its entire body against you until it was too late, making you fall onto a shabby table as its green chest was spilling over the pot as it leaned forward, the oversized purple bud and massive lips tugging at the pants, ripping them away with ease.

The plantasha basically sucked your dick in in whatever state it was with a force that felt like blood was forced into it anyway, the lips wrapping around, the softness moving down with a bruising force, when pulling back it felt like your soul was being squeezed out, until the darn thing did it again.

The hallways of the dungeon where awfully windy and long on this turn, every dirt path felt awfully long, every dead end only started piling up more, taking so much time that in the back of your mind ti felt like something was..lurking, something had picked up your scent.

And after not much time longer you heard it, the huffing and puffing of a massive breath, the sound of scraping against the dirt, the thudding of something crawling forward and coming closer with every passing moment, even worse, as a hallway turned into an endless hole above and below with the only thing being a wooden platform the red dragon now had its perfect target.

Turning around you see the huge thing crawl, unable to stand due to its own height, the massive chest scraping against the floor, its wide hips so large nobody could squeeze past them in the hallway, its elongated snout, pointed right at you.

When it arrived at the chasm the red dragon stood up once, its full imposing figure on display, thrice as tall as you, impossible large chest and an as fatter than anything you have ever seen, the claws digging into the wood as the dragon fell onto you like a wave.

A loud creaking thud, its huge chest instantly blocking all vision, its fat ass crushing against your body, its left leg being hiked up, claws on the ground, the right leg lazily on the side as the things bodily heat alone combined with its...large assets was eventually making your shaft rigid.

The first shove down of its fat ass onto your length, the searing heat of the dragons fold, the crushing bruising weight of the rump, the rippling of the dragons assets with each powerful bounce, even the wooden scaffolding was creaking with every powerful move of this oversized beast.

The damn sewers, steam and pipes, visibility low, making a corner more dangerous than the last, in your mind at least, it made every step slower, more careful and most importantly, taking more time, too much time that is, there was a feeling of death and dread creeping ever closer.

And than you see it, well, hear it too, first a bony hand through the steam, pipes magically crushing against the wall or ceiling to make the wendigos path easier to traverse due to its its being just tall enough it cant stand up fully straight, its body always hunched forward a little.

It came closer and closer until you suddenly stopped moving, your body simply refusing to listen, with your feet off the ground, body in the air, turning around and than forced back onto the ground, feet sprawled out as the wendigo loomed over your, its furry legs stomping on each side of your torso, its skull-head looking down, a single spindly finger raised, telekinesis forcing its way into your groin, forcing blood-flow into it, making it rise whether you want to or not.

With the same power it lined your prick up with its folds and crushing down on your pelvis, by all accounts, the sheer force and weight should have pulverized your hips, but thanks to the same power keeping you in place each forceful shove of its own hips just felt painful, one just has to hope it wont stop using its power.

Many a things thrive in such a steam environment, and one of the things where the goon shroom, slightly bigger and stronger than imps their head cap was a gentle warm light wherever they go.

Wandering about more the steam was slowly replaced by a pleasant warm smell, the kind of smell that simply tickles ones nose, it made movement slow, lethargic, lazy even, thoughts where turning hazy, eyes watering slightly.

The smell was distracting enough you almost didn't notice how much your pants where straining already, finding a particularly cozy corner and feeling quite compelled to just sit down and relax, right as you did 4 goon shrooms where already standing there, their lips pursed into smiles, they sprawled your legs out, one shroom on each rubbing itself against your legs, one shroom rubbings its lips against your face.

The erection felt painful by now, engorged to its limits, throbbing against the remaining shrooms lips and cap, as its lips descend on the rigid length the pain started to leave, each bob of its head replacing it with a pleasant buzzing warmth.

Barely having woken form the sewers and already finding yourself chained by the hands, a nun holding the other end, janking on the chain and being brought upright the nun led you to the nearest sleazy corner between an array of steaming hot pipes.

The nun janked down, forcing you on your knees, the nun hiking up its skirt and shoving her lips against your face so hard your head was being pushed against the wall behind you, the nun didn't care about you, it only cared what you can and will give for its own pleasure.

Steam, water, nothing making it more easy for plants and life to thrive in these undergrounds, walking among some random hallways next to a seemingly endless waterway, the grey of the floor and walls sometimes replaced with the occasional vine.

Further down more vines, than some green moss, than some patches of grass, more and more greenery appeared, the walls now mostly lined with vines, the floor slightly difficult to traverse and than bam, a vine raised, your body tumbling to the viny floor.

Several vines, one larger than the next snapping over you, pinning you down on the floor with legs and arms sprawled out, barely a foot your head and your groin was now exposed to the air, several plantasha purple heads of varying sizes looming over you.

One smaller one was pushing its large lips against your own, its several times larger tongue filling the space of your mouth with its slimy tongue instantly, another one simply watches and the third larges one lapped its oversized tongue against your groin to make it grow, once rigid the massive lips engulfed you in a mere second, the stalk making it bounce with such eagerness that every time it goes up it felt like it was about to suck the entire thing off.

Chained up, again, in the sewers, again, behind a chain-gate, against some cold pipes, feet of the ground, so weak lifting up was barely possible, why?

A serpent had its massive gaping maw over your throbbing prick, undulating its snake neck for rippling milking motions, slightly moving its head to make the sensation even greater, you dont even know when you where soft today, or how it keeps sucking seed out of you, yet here it is, with no ending in sight.

There was some kind of bag over your head, your hands, bound very tightly by the wrists hung slightly over the head, legs chained to the ground, whether light was even in the room was very questionable to begin with.

What wasn't however was the fact there was something much smaller, probably an imp barely reaching your hips impaling itself on your rigid length with a haughty hunger they can only display when not interrupted, the imps own fluid has already made the motion not only easier, but infinitely louder ringing through the room?, every slap down of its hips making a loud lewd smacking sound.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, quite literally, the small square room with a chest and a small fire next to it was almost inviting, the leather patch making rest a slight bit easier, but even that was a little short-lived, the sound of shuffling coming from two directions.

It took what felt like a single moment, a nun catching you from behind, holding you in place as one hand jerks you hard enough to be half-mast, the chest next to you already opening as the fleshy red inside and its fat bubbly ass sticking out revealed what it really was, a haughty mimic.

The nun didn't wait, whether half or full mast didn't matter, the nun guided your hips forward with her own and setting a slow steady but awfully hard rhythm you had no choice but to follow.

The wooden walls are covered from head to toe in vines, green snakes and veins everywhere the eyes go, just like you, A moment after stepping into the room the door shut behind you, the vines covering that too now, half a dozen plantasha heads all darting their heads at you like hounds, all of them attached to various places on the walls.

Overwhelmed very easily the vines wrap around all your limps and suspend you in midair, the giant lips and tongues of the purple heads wandering over the skin, their plush lips leaving behind a slight buzzing sensation, your groin slowly starting to rise, a pair of vines quickly wrap around the top of the sack where it meets the shaft.

The plantasha hands close in further, one lapping its massive tongue right under the sack as another envelopes the shaft with the force of an unending hole with every bump of the lips.

None find their prey as easily as a wendigo, and this one was no different, it took all but being in the same hallway as that large thing for your body to simply stop moving and start floating towards it, soon following it around the corner for a bit more space.

Your body forced to lay on the ground and with a single finger raised you feel blood and energy forced into your groin, your dick was becoming hard with a startling speed, veins popping as the wendigo made sure it stays that way as long as it wanted.

The wendigo kneeled over you, looming as it lined its massive furry hips up, the weight and power of the thrusts following where shaking the ground, forcing air out of your lungs, its massive fat ass jiggling heavily with how much force the wendigo was using, if it weren't using its telekinesis right now, surely your hips would have been crushed by the very first thrust.

Mansions halls, mansions halls, mansions beds, and a whole lot of them, and several nuns chasing or forcing you into a dead-end room with a kingsized bed in it.

Shoved onto the extremely soft bed a nun quickly plopped her grey hips onto your face, another simply stood at the edge and watches and a third standing at the edge of the bed and lowering her hips onto your waiting shaft and quickly starting to piston to get her rocks off.

After but a few moments the nun started leaning forward, the pace starting to quicken, the nun chasing her own high more than anything else.

The pillory of the prison parts where pretty much always empty, usually, but not this time, be it misfortune or simply fate, your head and hands where in them, body naked, nose filling with the strangely minty scent of the slime covering the bricks of the walls, but especially the floor.

There was little time to concentrate on that however as a gooper simply ascended from the cracks in the floor, the gooper quickly forming under your hips and looking up at the angle you had to stand due to the pillory.

Its head was engulfing your member, slime quickly covering your hips and dripping down your legs, this thing was not just sucking it was so sloppily doing so one would think its doing so on purpose, the huge purple tongue kept lapping and licking the underside of your shaft, its size causing it to lap at the slime covered skin of yours as well with every deep thrust.

The slight smell of decay, the sweat and steam of being confined in a tiny room with several zombies, who squeezed in right after you, they where awfully eager today, well more than usual at least.

The 3 or so zombies where squeezing and prodding against each other just to be the first one to go on their knees and start slobbering all over your length, meanwhile the zombies that "Lost" where either pushing you against the wall while one of them was invading your mouth with its tongue.

There was some steam coming from a small hole of the brickwall, hot steam with the slight tinge of wet fur, looking through the hole it turns out there was Gravy the shop keeper bathing, clothing hung on the wall, a bit of sword in the corner of the peephole and gravys massive pillowy chest floating halfway on top the water, gravys head leaning back with an idle lazy tune on her lips.

This woman's chest was insanely perky already due to gravys strength, but seeing them so..floaty, gently rising up and down with her breath, it was mesmerizing, for better or for worse she raised her head a little and gave a smile into the direction of the hole.

Gargoyles aren't often seen in groups, r with others monsters to begin with, so it was quite the surprise to be brought into a large room full of gargyoles and other unfortunate souls, the gargoyles copulating left and right, against the walls, in the shallow pool in the middle, rarely a place left to use.

But the gargoyle who brought you her shoved you into the nearest pair of chains on the wall anyway, well, one hand as the gargoyles couldn't wait much longer, taking one hand of your it brought it to its own ass before holding onto the other one on her own.

The wobbly hips quickly pistoning on top of your length, its tail making a circling motion with how much the thing was raising and shaking its hips from side to side with every eager thrust.

The areas of the warehouse are a treacherous place, crates and woods everywhere blocking ways or blocking views, rounding one corner of crates a serpent lay in wait.

With its superior weight, power and reaction time it lunged at you, both of you crashing against crates, breaking one before landing on the ground, the serpents large chest hovering over your face, its long neck bending to look at you so it can see every single little reaction as it loweres its lower body onto yours.

There is not a lot of things as strong as the blind beast, whether it be its human or beast form, so it came as lucky, for you in particular that this blind beast was not seeking anything else but the desire to alleviate its own heat.

A heavy breath making its chest heave, tail wagging, a crooked toothy smile as it pushed you down on the ground to sit against a crate, its bound hands on your chest as its hips where rubbing against your groin eagerly.

It was a very rare and lucky instance for you, the blind beast was seeking nothing but its own need to mate and it didn't even constrict you as it mounted your shaft, the beasts hips where eagerly bouncing up and down, there was no technique, no thoughts, only its need to breed.