Crimson Dungeon (Part 6: Problematic Partnerships)

Thanks again to Cross C~

“So how’s it feeling, Neri?”

“How the bloody hell do you think it feels?!”

Cold slaps against thighs kept interrupting everyone’s thoughts. Nerimaki’s new cock had such hefty weight to its movements, and the fact their clothes had melted away meant that she couldn’t even hide her new appendage. No, they were stuck listening to her whine about the feelings while watching her phallus flap around.

“I…. I mean, I don’t know? That’s why I asked?”

“Yeah, Nerimaki~ like, take it easy~”

“I don’t wanna hear that from YOU! I still consider this YOUR fault, Ms. Clothes-are-more-important-than-people!”

Sakiberry looked hurt before she considered it, “Well… some, like, are~”

“You really shouldn’t be chief, Saki…”

The four continued down the winding dungeon path with little to guide them but the flickering torches. Soon, another room appeared before them, and though most were eager to dive in for more points, Nerimaki was feeling trepidation about her new crotch forearm. Something about it ached, like it had a mind of its own. Not helped by Dodonko revealing this was actually the cock of that Kazuma guy they’d fallen for, and who had fallen into the dungeon already. Was it psychically linked to him? Or was the fact the testicles underneath so full the reason her core felt so inflamed?

The trip through the corridors had been… distracting to say the least.

Her teammates were as naked as she was and for some reason the sight of their exposed bodies was disturbingly... riveting.

She was not a lesbian and she was not a pervert, yet for some reason her eyes kept drifting to her companions' jiggling buttocks and bouncing breasts and firm thighs. Nerimaki was starting to feel a tingling sensation between her legs, a sense of pressure growing in these balls. The round, full orbs had grown taut and the cock seemed to be leaking fluid in a way that should have been disgusting but was instead strangely pleasing.

She'd seen many of the women of the village in the nude before in the baths (including both Dodonko and Funifura!) and yet this time was different somehow.

Why are they even walking like that?

Dodonko's gait had a natural swaying of her hips. Nerimaki found herself watching the rhythmic flexing of her plump rear in morbid fascination. Funifura's bosom bounced in ways that were surprisingly mesmerizing. Nerimaki was pretty sure she'd never noticed how the ample cleavage of her friend looked while clothed - now she found herself entranced by it. Sakiberry's legs seemed far too long for her body, the toned muscles were somehow strangely erotic.

Cheeks like peaches, swaying with every step... wait, are they doing that on purpose? Ugh, focus, Nerimaki! Just because you've got a freaking second head down there doesn't mean you can ogle your teammates like some kind of pervert!

"Stop walking like that! It's distracting!" Nerimaki suddenly demanded.

“What's distracting? We're all just walking normally." said Funifura.

"Like, you're the one lagging behind." commented Sakiberry, "It's, like, not our fault you're all distracted by the sweet booty you know."

"I'm NOT!”

She so totally was.

These lovely asses belonged to her friends and they were VERY distracting. Nerimaki couldn't get her brain to stop looking at them and thinking... interesting things. Nerimaki desperately wanted to look away, but simply couldn't. Her eyes remained glued to her companions' rear ends - she was captivated.

Funifura first. See how that heart-shaped goodness jiggled with every step? Like a beacon, damn it, a beacon to Nerimaka's new south pole. Every curve, that inward dip at her back, the way it swelled out again... a sculptor extraordinaire must've made that one. Makes her wanna just grab a fistful and squeeze. Bet it felt like the softest, squishiest heaven.

Sakiberry next. Smaller, sure, but that didn't mean any less delicious. Tight, toned, a novice fighter’s buckler compared to a veteran crusader’s tower shield. But perfect in its own way, all sculpted and taunt. Made her think of grabbing it and holding it tight, feeling every little twitch and curve press into her bulging cock.

Dodonka though, oh Dodonka...

-those are some pillows she wouldn't mind burying her face in! Perfect globes, defying gravity like some kind of cheeky defiance. Prime cushion for the pushin', Neri said in her head, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Kazuma's. Damn it, this damn thing down there... it's practically a battering ram pointing right at them, this damn flagpole of a manhood. Can't stop the image flashing in her head, shoving it right in, feeling those perfect cheeks squish around her... the way they'd move, the heat, the grip..

And these damn balls! Like lead weights swinging against her thighs, each swing a jolt straight to her core. So full, they're practically leaking, these things. Gotta empty them, gotta find a release... just like those drunken idiots she served back at the tavern. Now she got it. Now she REALLY get it. They weren't just annoying, they were walking around with the same fire she had now. Except Neri’s were ten times bigger, ten times more demanding. It's all she could do to stop herself from charging forward and planting it right between their -

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my butt?" Funifura turned around to face Nerimaki in exasperation. Nerimaki tore her eyes away from Funifura's shapely posterior and hastily turned away, flustered and embarrassed.

There is something on your butt - my gaze and thoughts, apparently! Nerimaki thought to herself. "Nothing!" she blurted out. "Why would you think that?"

"Like, cuz you're, like, STARING." Sakiberry pointed out, still facing forward as she walked. "It's, like, su~uper distracting."

"Distracting?!" Nerimaki sounded outraged, clicking her tongue at the accusations. "Me?! You're all the distracting dolts! It's not my fault that you three are walking like THIIIISSS!" She quickly started wagging her ass as she walked in a mockingly over the top fashion.

In may have been to make fun of them, but Funifura just smirked cockily, “Oh, poor Neri~ You’ve been blindsided by the greatest rear of the Crimson Demons!”

“Like, Arue’s is bigger than yours.”

“...maybe, but mine is firmer!”

“No, Megumin’s is.” Dodonko pointed out, “And Yunyun’s. Saikomiko’s, Megumin’s mother…”

Saikomiko nodded approvingly downwards, “Like, yours too! It’s super nice and, like, plump”

“Aww, thanks!”

Though they were happy, Funifura fumed, “I am not worse in the rear tiers than Megumin! You take that back!”

As the three argued the specifics, Nerimaki was getting heated in an alternative way. Images of the women they were talking about flashing into her mind. A full on line up of women, all bent at the hips and ready for her to inspect and rub her thick meat into. Peach after peach, buns after bun, all wrapped in delicate skin with drippy wet slits in between…

“C-can we stop talking about butts now?!” Growled the frustrated futa, “This is getting us nowhere fast!”

Dodonko quirked an eyebrow, "You said that before. You're not any different, you know? Waving that fat beautiful Kazuma cock around like that - it's hard not to stare at THAT hard thing."

“Yeah, the least you could do is, like, let us touch it.”

“This! Is! A! Curse! Not a new handbag I bought for fun!” She barked at them, the three seemed mostly nonplussed by her ranting, but that could be because they were approaching the newest challenge room. Shaking off her rage, Nerimaki took point once more, “Now quit talking! I think it’s powered by dirty thoughts, so the less I think about butts, the better…”

A giant, neon sign pulsated above the entrance, its lettering dripping with the unmistakable aesthetic of a cheap bachelor pad: "Bootylicious Bonanza: Shake it for the Slime Squad!”

“...”

The three girls behind her couldn’t help but giggle at the timing, failing at stifling their amusement, “So, Nerimaki~”

“Nobody say a word.” The barmaid hissed, marching herself into the next challenge room without waiting for them.

“Ooh! A treasure chest!” said Aqua, pointing over to the harmless looking red and golden box. I couldn’t tell her, she would have to experience the magic herself… ah! I was right! As soon as she walked over to open it, the lid swung open to wrap an oversized tongue around her body and drag her inside! “GAH! MIMIC!”

“Ero Mimic.” I corrected her, watching her shapely legs swing around wildly to escape the tight confines she found herself in. I could only hear muffled screams from the box, but I could tell she was enjoying herself, “Is it wet and slimy? Tightly confining like a frog’s mouth?” The panicked screams were getting a little angry, “Ero mimics are harmless, they just sap some mana through your moans. It’ll let you go when you cum. Here, I’ll speed it up, let me just lick your pussy while you’re in there…”

More flails, more kicks, but I also knew exactly how she liked her slit teased, so there was definite twitching from her lower region too. Wasn’t like her thick thighs against my cheeks could harm my defence stat anyway.

I lapped and lapped her tangy pussy. Aqua’s juices almost always had that slight Kazuma twinge that I loved, due to her constantly riding him whenever she could. The mimic’s own oversized tongue brushed against my own, wrapping itself around Aqua’s torso to try and pull her deeper inside. Oh, to be her right now! The dark space, the unrelenting squeezes, and such smells~ I couldn’t stop myself from stimulating my own slit at the very idea of being eaten by a raunchy mimic like this.

There’s a chance I’m too good at eating Aqua out now, as she seemed to hastily rush towards a climax before she could really enjoy the deepest parts of the box. Squirting her heavenly juices across my tongue before she was spat out onto the floor, moist and drippy.

She looked stunned, probably because she loved it so much, staring at me in disbelief.

“I am never opening another treasure chest again.”

I smiled at her, how nice that we’re on the same page here, “I agree, let’s only open mimics from now on!”

Besides, it was my turn with the mimic. My body dove into the box, but unfortunately, thanks to my own building orgasm (and not because I was too bulky), the mimic died immediately. Falling apart as soon as my head hit its deepest part. I got at least a moment in there, though it was awkward to be laying face down in the remains of a monster while cumming my brains out.

“U-uhm, let’s go to the next room, Aqua!”

“Hmph, this dungeon is a farce.”

“BLARRGGHH!”

Yunyun had to admit, having a member of demonic royalty on your side was making this dungeon a little easier.

The seared remains of the ‘orgasmo-goblin’ Musume had just obliterated with one magic spell were splattered across the nearby wall. This was the third dungeon room that had a clearly underleveled threat, as Musume was wiping the floor with each encounter, barely even needing Yunyun’s presence.

“We must be getting close to the exit.” Said the taller woman, hand scratching along the edge of the brick laden corridor to collect a sample of the greenery, “The more moss there is, the less adventurers have travelled, meaning the last of the weaklings could have reached this point. Once we reach the exit our points total should be far above that of any other competitor, and this dungeon will be mine!”

That made the Crimson Demon blink, “U-um, what?”

“Ours, apologies. As the figurehead of my race I’m just used to using singular pronouns for victories.” The surprisingly polite decorum was still messing with Yunyun’s head a bit, especially as Musume flash fried a group of tentacles in their path with her fire breath. “You may find yourself doing the same, once you become the ‘chief’.”

“I suppose you’re right… though, from what I can tell from watching my dad, leading the Crimson Demons is far less ‘victory’ oriented.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes… there’s mostly just paperwork and keeping the villagers from not doing anything too insane…” She admitted, pulling lightly on her own hair while thinking about it, “B-but it also means people have to talk to me! A-and I get to be in charge of throwing big parties if something big happens! With cake, and board games, and-”

The disdainful scowl from up high made Yunyun squeak in fear, “Is this the limits of human leadership? I hope Jeronim did not become king simply to ‘throw big parties’.” She spat, increasing her pace as they walked to take the lead.

It certainly hurt Yunyun’s pride. And here she was secretly warming to the idea of becoming friends with Musume.

Maybe there was a chance she could still prove herself? Perhaps the next fight or challenge, Yunyun could handle all by herself? That was she’d not be as much of a blight on the human race!

It was her plan. But plans around Kazuma often have a tendency to come undone.

Walking into the next room, something suddenly stopped. Yunyun’s chest bumped into the rear of Musume, creating quite the boing-a-yoing sound effect while she bounced to the floor. “Ooph! Hm? Ms. Musume-chan?”

“We need to-!”

Before Musume could yell out her last word of ‘leave’ the door slam shut behind them. Bars of orichalchum interwove across both the rear and the front exits of the space. Musume had tried to break through walls before, but to no effect, so in their hearts they knew the trap had been royally sprung.

Though nothing else in the room changed. No flooding, no rumbles, no enemies of any kind.

“W-what’s happening?” Asked Yunyun, brushing herself off from the floor, “Why are we trapped?”

Musume’s hand slammed against the closed entrance, putting enough **** to make Yunyun’s feet leave the ground, but it did not budge. What the wizard wasn’t expecting was seeing a slight blush across the demon’s face as she very minimally moved her head around to speak over her shoulder.

“...look above the door.”

There was a blink of confusion, a turn of the head, then a dawning realisation of pure shock and embarrassment.

‘Make Your Partner Orgasm Challenge’

To make matters worse, there was a table of items clearly designed to ‘help’ with this task. Two Kazuma Dildos, whips, chains, a small egg looking machine with a remote, candles, you name it, this table had it. Yet every item just made the raven haired beauty more and more worried.

“A-ah!” Yunyun squeaked, looking at the door, then back to the Demon Lord’s Daughter, then back to the door, “Ah! Ah ah ah ah!”

“I apologise little Crimson Demon.” said Musume with a huff, turning around to dramatically face the door they needed to get through. “But our story… ends… HERE!”

Then she sat down with crossed arms.

“...eh?”

“I refuse to continue. We are forfeiting the contest.”

Yunyun had really expected the dramatic tone of her voice to lead to some grander idea than giving up.

“C-can’t we just-?”

Scowling eyes glared at her. Even the mere idea of following through with this would mean both women would need to… with each other… and Musume clearly was refusing the call to action.

Out of shock and out of ideas, Yunyun just lamely sat down next to the woman and curled her knees to hug them tight against her chest. The two sitting in silence as the message above the door continued to loom over them.

Hopefully the others would still get enough points?

Megumin wanted to give up.

Most dungeons weren’t really for her, but this dungeon really wasn’t for her.

“Come on, Megumin. We have to keep going, just do what it says.”

“Yeah… it’s easy…”

“Why are you feeding it your panties so willingly?!” Megumin yelled, pointing at the sentient lock that lewdly tongued at the two pairs he’d been given, “Who makes a lock a pervert?! It’s just asking for an explosion!”

“No!” They both yelled, quickly tackling her to the ground. “You’ll kill us!”

“Better than giving my panties to a FREAK OF NATURE!”

The doorhandle, with his mouth fully in use chewing down on the fabric it had been fed, simply rolled its eyes at Megumin’s rage. Perhaps caring more about living out its lewd fantasies than the imminent **** she could deliver to it.

Another ten minutes later and the door was open.

“There, ya see?” Megumin proudly proclaimed, “It was alive, so it felt pain, so enough kicks got it open. No need to sully yourselves for such simple puzzles!”

Sansara and Kaikai just frowned, “We were fine with giving away our panties.”

“Yeah, we’re fighting to become leader of the village here! We need to be willing to get dirty here!”

It annoyed Megumin when her resolve was questioned like that. “What’s that supposed to mean?! How do we even know that WOULD have opened it up?! Maybe it would have taken longer if I hadn’t kicked it!”

“Can you just please listen to us for the next challenge?” Asked Kaikai, trying to be polite but clearly frustrated.

The animal girl whispered under her breath, “Wish she’d been trapped in a hole…”

A bitter silence followed as the three continued down the halls of the dungeon.

Arue was feeling a little bit bored. Stuck from the armpits up in a hole in the ground, waiting for a spell of numb limbs to wear off so she could climb out of the pit.

What she didn’t know was what was happening below the surface.

Spiritual ghost-like adventurers had begun encircling her body. The tight space beneath the ground had just enough room for the lime mist to crash into Arue’s form. It was hard to tell where one spirit began and another ended, the swirling tornado of appendages would occasionally form a hand, or a full arm, and multiple legs could be vaguely seen, but it mattered little. No one could see or feel their presence, at least not yet.

Arue was perhaps the fullest bodied Crimson Demon. With even bigger TnA than Yunyun, the eternal runner up. The ghosts, who all looked suspiciously like a certain Japanese teenager, clearly loved this body as they quickly began stripping it of cloth.

Without any senses, she could not tell that her black robes were peeled off of her front, that her pinkish shirt/shirt was unbuttoned, and that both her bra and panties were on the floor in record time. She’d have felt the cold wind of the underground, and the hard groping of the many ghosts each trying to lay as much palmage as they could on her.

Though her brain could not feel it, Arue’s body still reacted as it normally would. Her nipples hardened from the parade of gropes, going so far as to flick, pull, and bite said rosy pink areolas. It caused the writer’s breasts to twitch in trapped pleasure, stimulating her leaky pussy even more than it already was by the ghosts.

Lime wispy fingers plunged both of her holes, opening up her slit to a wonderful heat all while she thrummed her fingers against stone above ground.

Arue’s anus was lubed by ectoplasm tongues, the ghosts were filled with aphrodisiac from the dungeon’s natural caves, causing both deeper penetration for the spirits but also a huge spike in sensitivity for the shapely writer’s rear.

Her clit was pressed and poked, rubbed and loved, all to make her slit spit its pleasure acid on the underground cavern floor. An unknowing climax from just a complete **** on her lack of senses.

Had she the wherewithal, she could have cast some defensive magic, but Arue’s mind was simply on a new story about a woman stuck for a year in the ground. The lengths she would go to to survive, what she’d eat, who she’d meet, and how well it would sell.

She wasn’t in such a dire situation as her imagination, of course. The magic would wear off with a bit of time and with her legs returned she could simply climb out the hole.

There was no need to rush. Arue was stuck, so the ghosts took the time to really enjoy every inch of this beautiful girl’s body. The fake Kazumas were plentiful, each with their own similar desires. Some were going sensual, kisses on her naval or licks upon her armpits, and others were going rougher, slapping that fat peach she called a rear or motorboating the canyons she called tits. The combo making her pussy climax again and again, filling the underground area with steamy liquid.

But even with the slower pace, a ghostly cock was quick to appear against her leaky slit.

As dungeon monsters, debuffs were plentifully applied to Arue’s body.

Heat increase (Lv. 3). Sensitivity increase (Lv. 5). Lust crest (Lv. 3). Breast expansion (Lv. 1). Lactation (Lv. 2). Hungry womb (Lv. 4). Clit size increase (Lv. 2). Ass expansion (Lv. 2). Vaginal cock addiction (Lv. 3). And so on.

All this to say the sheer number of climaxes that happened as the ghostly shaft started splitting her pink sea was astronomical.

Arue had been accused of having a fantastic poker face, but this was beyond the charts, even if it wasn’t intentional. The cock had little mercy for her pussy, slamming up and down into her tight walls with fervent need. Instinctual movements from her body egged it on, as her legs spread and her pussy clung to each inch of that heavenly orgasm factory. It wasn’t long before a second cock was added, spreading her ass around the thick ectoplasm meat, easily slamming ghostly balls deep into her rectum and causing another wave of multi-orgasm roulette to attack her lower body.

“I wonder if the protagonist would deal with this dull scenario better than I…”

More and more the cocks rammed into the bored crimson demon. Filling her with surprisingly human-like cum before being replaced by a fresh dick almost instantly. The ghosts would overlap so easily, it was like they were just a green mist of sex juices.

The cum was flying everywhere, slowly filling the small hole along with Arue’s constant squirts that was making her feel rather thirsty. They came in her pussy, up her ass, in her socks, using her tits, and anywhere else they could find to produce a shocking amount of pure white ectoplasm.

“How strange, I can’t seem to produce any liquid at all. My mana can’t have dropped to such a low point that I can’t use ‘produce water’… right?” She mumbled, having tried to quench her thirst to no avail.

It was almost beginning to worry the stone faced clan member, though the washing wave of heat should have worried her more.

“Ah, good. The feeling in my legs is thusly returning… a… a bit s-strange h-how… w-what? Nnn… mmmmm…. Haaahhh…. nnnNNNNNNN AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”

Arue’s mind exploded in a cavalcade of senses.

She was always a little reserved, liking to be in control of herself including during the newly formed Crimson Demon orgies, but right now she was just a passenger in her own body. What felt like five hours of sex was slammed into her in an instant. The endorphins that her pussy had been ready to send to her brain dove into her skull like it was the last bus out of a town on fire. The pleasure was endless.

Arue’s teary eyes crossed, her teeth ground together, drool and snot leaking from her holes as her body failed to understand what was even happening. Echoes of cocks entering her holes, feeling like all her sensitive points were being slammed at the same time, she just kept feeling better and better. A small part of her wishing she could have experienced this in real time.

With the cover blown, the ghosts that had been tormenting her below began swirling above ground too. Moaning at her for some unknown reason. She couldn’t respond to them, she could barely see through her tears, but it soon became apparent what they wanted.

Her mouth had an uninvited guest, poking on her lips and smearing ghostly cum on her.

The control she enjoyed… didn’t matter anymore. Madness felt better. So Arue just leapt herself at the cock, slurping it into her mouth as it pushed itself deep into her throat.

More appeared, this time for her hands, though one grabbed her long hair and began fucking that too. Even while her lower body still dangled helplessly in the hole, still getting filled with as much ectoplasm as the ghosts could give. A complete gangbang, upstairs and downstairs, that only threatened to make Arue drown in pleasure.

Though with how much was pushing her above, it soon became clear the ghosts were wanting her all in one place. Arue could have pushed them away, could have pulled herself up, but the feelings were too good to not let them both metaphorically and physically swallow her whole.

Arue disappeared into the small abyss, with only her moans of ecstacy echoing outwards.

The book she’d write about this would go on to be a bestseller.