Crimson Dungeon (Part 7: Smut Montage)

Thanks again to Cross C!

Nerimaki was basically mortified as she sat perched high, exposed and **** as her companions swiveled and shook their hips.

They'd stumbled into a room that resembled a twisted parody of a nightclub dance floor. Slime, the dungeon master's ever-present theme for their challenges it seemed, predominated in the form of a hundred slime doppelgangers of Kazuma, complete with tousled gel hair, enormous appendages, and an unsettling enthusiasm for self-gratification. Though the lack of defined eyes gave them more of an impressionist art piece aura, or perhaps just more bestial than man. They filled much of the space of the room, bunched around the walls and scattered about the space: a jiggling, pumping, swaying audience of well hung slime-boys.

Dodonko and Funifura, veterans of the previous slime encounter, had let out excited squeals. Their eyes practically glowed with the fervent adoration of a crazed fan club president meeting their idol at all these Kazuma cocks. Nerimaki wondered if this dungeon was sapping her friends' intelligence along with their modesty.

Three platforms, each a stage for a humiliating display, rose from the sticky floor like islands in a sea of depravity. Each held a pole that ran from its surface to the ceiling and beyond them was the far wall with a closed door. Above it a massive neon sign declared: "The Twerk Trials: Only Kazuma's Essence Shall Pass!” Next to it, a scale balanced precariously with an empty pitcher resting on one side. A crudely painted sign scrawled beside it read: "Two Liters of Twerk-Harvested Kazuma Cum: Key to Unlocking This Hole."

Surprisingly Sakiberry had taken charge, "Like totes sorry, Neri~" She said without a hint of remorse "But if we don't twerk for Kazuma cum, then like, there's no way forward! We need to unlock this hole~"

A hint of amusement flickered in her eyes, a flicker that turned into a full-blown smirk as she directed Nerimaki towards a solitary throne-like chair positioned on a slightly elevated platform. It looked so out of place in this room that Nerimaki was nearly convinced that it was here just for her.

“Your l-lack of critical thinking here is worrying, girls.” She mumbled, trying to regain some semblance of leadership, “This shit should be b-beneath us…” Her reasoning weak, her will even weaker. How could she want them to stop when she got the best seat in the house?

“I am Funifura! Crimson Demon twerking expert! I’ve practiced many times in front of my brother f-for no reason in particular!”

“I am Dodonko! Member of the Kazuma Cock Fanclub! Dedicated to draining the balls of Axel’s top stud, no matter who they’re attatched to!”

“And, like, I’m Sakiberry~” She purred, licking her lips a little lewdly. Seemingly more interested in Nerimaki and her amazing appendage than the crowd of slimes, "You sit there while we, like, twerk and-"

Dodonko pressed the pitcher that she'd just retrieved into the fashionista’s hands and she placed it on the platform between her feet, “-and help fill this thing up!”

So now here she was on the raised platform looking over at the three girls bobbing their hips up and down at her in an embarrassingly lewd way. Disgust mingled with a shameful sense of arousal at what Nerimaki was seeing before her eyes, at what she was expected to do!

At the very least, she could sit there quietly and just watch. Thanks to the strange pulsing music the other three were totally enraptured by their own performances to truly care how much Nerimaki was staring. Locking her eyes at the hypnotic hip bumps and suggestive sways to their rears. Their skill level varied, but even the most rudimentary of movements was enough to make Nerimaki feel a swell in her nethers. Only Sakiberry seemed to glance back her way, continuing to smile a little too knowingly towards her futa’d friend. Making sure to motion back to the jug in front of her.

A particularly enthusiastic slime, positioned below her, reached out with its pseudopod and gave her shaft a suggestive wiggle.

“Paws off, Snot-pile.” She hissed, slapping the ‘hand’ away, “The whole point of this dipshit dungeon is to become the chief of the village. How am I supposed to lead the group if I debase myself like… that?”

Her gesture towards the thrusting three was heard by none, mostly because the slime had no ears, instead just returning to its seemingly neutral state of slick ‘n sloppy self pleasure. An act that Nerimaki was slowly becoming jealous of, since her pride was getting in the way of her being able to perform it.

So instead, she watched.

She just watched.

It seemed easy on paper, but things were getting so hard. Sure, getting used to their naked bodies was one thing, but now they were in motion.

Funifura was on the left stage, still clinging to the idea she was the best twerker in the village, and to demonstrate was going beyond what she needed to. She’d bent herself at the hip to lean her hands on the floor, spread her legs wide, and now looked more like an ass on stilts than a Crimson Demon girl. Nerimaki could see everything. A drippy slit and peeking asshole thanks to the spread legs, just begging for someone to go over there and fill. It was like Nerimaki could feel a phantom cunt running up and down her cock, perhaps a lingering psychic connection to the real Kazuma? Though, he couldn’t possibly be fucking someone right now, right?

On the next stage was Dodonko, who had been graced with a stripper pole as well. She seemed a lot more laid back than her friend, not adamant to stay to the musical beat accompaniment, instead just waggling her rear at one side then wagging it another, then showing off how her thick wiggly rear could hotdog the metal pole. God, how Nerimaki wanted to be that pole.

She stared at her friend’s rear for what felt like a torturous week, not even noticing her hand on her own crotch until a pleasurable wave crashed into her.

“Nnyuhhh…. haa~ haa~ Holy fuck…” It was just one touch, but Nerimaki felt her entire body light up from the bliss. After so much pulsing agony, the cock curse had suddenly given her the greatest feeling of her life. She could feel it throbbing, each pulse spiking her brain, demanding attention, demanding to be touched more. Willpower eroded faster than cotton candy in a washing machine, with Nerimaki placing both hands firmly on her new cock at the one and two thirds of the way up position.

The feeling of her own soft hands on that cock made her shudder with relief.

How had Kazuma grown it this big? What kind of food was he eating that made a pole as magnificent as what Nerimaki was holding? Tree trunk almost felt too small of a words to describe it, like there was an ancient oak with far reaching roots that would be a more apt simile.

Not that she was particularly bothered by the grammar of it all right now. Nerimaki had discovered that moving her hands up and down the pole felt even better than just touching herself. She was a caveman discovering tools, perhaps because of her brain cells melting away in pure pleasure. No wonder the man had a harem. No wonder this cock had a fan club. And no wonder this dungeon had chosen him as the erotic host.

The womanly hormones of her wanted to be fucked by her own cock, and the new male hormones wanted to fuck herself.

She quickly formed a rhythm, following along to Dodonko’s clapping rear. There was no frame of reference in her head for performing sex with a dick, only masturbation by way of dildo and the sticky slit that she used to own.

“Ooh~ Neri’s gone off the deep end~” Dodonko gigled, giving her hips a sexy wiggle and watching the wide eyed masturbator groan in happiness.

“Yay, Nerimaki! Prove to everyone you’re the Crimson Demon’s best wanker!”

She wasn’t listening. Each pulsing stroke of her hands just made her body want more. It was taking all of her energy to stroke, and all her mental capacity to think about stroking. The thick skin of Kazuma’s penis moving with her hands, making that purple tip at the top splatter out so much delicious precum. A wellspring of lubricant to coat herself in, making her own hands quicker to stroke, almost a self fulfilling prophecy of horny.

Then she saw cum.

It wasn’t hers, well, not really. A slime boy had gotten up on stage and began unloading itself into the jug. A splattering mess of jism surged out of its huge goopy urethra as it shuddered and jiggled in pure pleasure. It just kept spewing out, like a fire hose, and Nerimaki was very very jealous.

“N-no! I wanna cum! Me cum! Please!” She babbled nonsense, losing her own timing and feeling her frantic energy leave her frustrated and further from jism, “NOOOO!!! Work with me here, you stupid fat prick!” Her roaring anger only served to hurt her own crotch as she thumped away at the cock.

“Like, Neri-san~?”

Finally she paused, hearing the sweet voice of Sakiberry just above her.

She’d totally bridged the gap between them, now hanging her supple soft chest right in front of Neri. ‘Soft part ripe to be fucked’ was all that was playing in her mind, barely even glancing the fashionista in the eye.

“Y-yeah-hah~? S-Sakiberry? Mnf.”

Had she looked, she’d have seen a mix of concerned worry and lewd expectation, “I, like, feel really ba~ad that I got you, like, into this dirty mess.” Her voice, while a little high pitched for Nerimaki usually, now sounded like the sweetest honey. All of her little word florishes impacting her heart so intensely. “Do you wanna, like, use my body to help cum?”

Sakiberry didn’t even wait for a yes. Instead, she slid down to her knees right in front of the chair and took ahold of the one thing that Neri had yet to fondle, her nuts.

“HRK!” Teeth ground together and hands slammed onto the chair’s arms. A touch of another had completely broken Nerimaki, huffing and puffing as Sakiberry cupped and squeezed her overstuffed testicles.

“Like, so full~ and your cock is so sexy, Neri-kyun~” She giggled, giving the underside bridge a fat kiss that made dribble run down the shaft. It was driving the poor futa insane, slamming her head against the headrest, making more guttural hisses and barks wanting only to free the beast. “I was, like, busy when that Axis cutie came to the village, I never got to do it with a Kazuma dildo. Funi and Dondo are, like, so mean, but you’ll share with me, right Neri-Neri?”

“AHH! Y-yes! I’ll share just help me, Sakiberry! Please!”

“Then, like, fuck me already!”

Nerimaki had been clenching her eyes shut to try and ride out the feelings in her cock, only to open them to a glorious sight. Sakiberry was on all fours in front of her, using her dainty fingers to open up her slit to show the tight wet pinkness inside.

Whatever was holding Nerimaki back had broken a while ago, practically diving off the chair to high-speed ram as much cock as she could into that cunt.

“Nuhhh!”

Though it was only the tip, Nerimaki had never felt better. Even as the slimes clapped at her friendship kebab, the club faded away, music and colours became white noise to the holy feeling that she felt, only her and Sakiberry’s pussy were left. ‘So this is why men chase women so much… this fleeting feeling of pure bliss… I get it now…’

As the blood managed to find some way back into her brain, she could hear the rushing reality come screaming back as Sakiberry called out her name. “Like, Neri-Neri? Are you, like, dead?”

SLAP!

Two hands landed firmly on thick peaches.

“Oh! D-do you, like, like my twerking that much~?”

“Yes, Sakiberry. I like your twerking a lot. Let me show you how much I enjoyed it.”

The calmness in her voice made Sakiberry uneasy yet strangely aroused, “Um, like, okay~ How are y-AAHHH!!”

What had started as a greater than average tip inside her quickly spiralled into the thickest piece of meat outside of a barbarian’s torso being thrust inside of the fashion diva. There was no mercy. No friendship. Only pure mouth-foaming rutting.

It wasn’t Neri’s fault that the pussy felt so amazing to fuck. The squishy walls were pulsing around her meat, pulling her in, begging her to stay, yet so happy when she’d temporarily leave. The madness of their heated bodies had overtaken them both. Neri could only thrust and Saki could only spread her legs, roll her eyes back, and beg for more through moans.

Words were gone now. The sound was just slapping meat and high pitched screaming. Cock in pussy, nuts on thighs, four breasts slapping against each other. Nerimaki was treating Sakiberry like an onahole, her hands around her waist for sheer power of thrusting. Only releasing her grip to powerfully slap at the ass that had taunted her. An image of Sakiberry with an engorged stomach thanks to the cum in her nuts had formed, and was making her hips act even stronger to enact such a powerful image.

The slimes were going nuts nutting now, jumping up to stage to unload rope after rope into the jug. It was hard to really tell where their attentions lay without eyes, but their exicted hands had gone to ludicrous speed once the tryst of Crimson Demons came to light.

Dodonko was still going at her task (somehow creating a ripple to her perfect pantie peaches that jiggled more than the slime boys) with a growing smile, “Man~ Saki broke her first? I really wanted to feel Nerimaki cum in me~”

“Jerk! Off! To! My! Ass!” Meanwhile, Funifura was barking while shoving her rear in one poor slime’s face, “Ah! Don’t LICK it!” She moaned, not moving her butt away from him as he probed her while stroking his gloopy goo shooter.

The center of attention was still the leading ladies though.

More and more slimes disappearing, thinning out the crowd while jism seemed to be spraying around like fireworks. It didn’t deter Nerimaki in the slightest. If anything it stoked her to ram into her friend even harder as nirvana slowly approached.

“L-like, fuck!” Sakiberry moaned, hands clawing against the sperm covered stage to help her grip to reality. “Neri-Neri~! Y-you’re, l-like, so good!”

Every thrust just stirred Sakiberry more and more. Like the cock could slam pleasure directly from her cervix to her brain in one easy move, before bouncing back to spread heat throughout her body, right when the next powerful thrust was being delivered. It was mind alteringly erotic, and it was still going to get better.

Nerimaki could feel that clawing release ebb ever closer but could never anticipate the absolute insanity that is a male orgasm.

Stars shot across her vision, a noise tried to escape her throat, and every cell in her body set on fire all at once. Could she quantify it on a graph, the pleasure level hit her previous best with only a clit then exploded past it as the jizz filled her huge cock and began filling Sakiberry.

Blast after concentrated blast shot out from her engorged tip. Finally emptying the balls that had been torturously full for what felt like an eternity.

Her hips were still slapping away like a broken golem’s final repetitive order. Wanting the tight slit to milk as much jizz from her as she could. Maybe she realised Sakiberry was cumming too from her white sauce suplex, but it didn’t really matter. Nerimaki just wanted to keep this pleasurable peak going forever. Shuddering as the jism squeezed around her cock and splattered against her smooth thighs.

Whatever pride she still had was long gone now. Eyes rolled back and mouth agape, the tavern worker was barely living through her ragged breathing. There was more white gushing out of the gap between her legs as the Kazuma cock finally wilted just a little.

With a splat, she fell backwards. Neither her nor Sakiberry were particularly cognizant, not noticing that the slimes had gone now, with only their two friends left in the room.

“Damn, fun’s over already, Neri?” Dodonko teased, crouching down and poking the still leaking slab of meat. The beast was still mostly upwards and almost impossible to see around the drenchening of cum and ‘berry juice’.

“Leaving us to clean up all this Kazuma cum, eh Dodonko?” Her friend smirked, to which she heartilly nodded. The pair of girls quickly diving in to ‘help’ clean their friend’s cock as thoroughly as she’d fucked Sakiberry.

None of the girls realised the jug was full and the door had opened a while ago.

“Look at this, Aqua.” I smiled while wading my hand through the shimmering rose pool of liquid that we’d found, creating quite the ambience for the two of us. It was a full indent in the centre of the small room. And the way it twinkled against the lanterns’ light created cascading patterns across the walls and ceiling.

“Wow… it is pretty.”

With a dainty press of her finger, she scooped up a bit of the puddle and gave it a sniff before placing it on her tongue.

“Tasty, isn’t it?” I nodded, doing a similar thing with my own dripping hand, “Pure aphrodisiac. Better than any Wiz has ever sold.”

“PFFTTTPHHH!!! What?! Like, horny juice?!”

“Mm, the very same. And it’s so pure down here, some go years trying to recreate this recipe. The horny debuff doesn’t really work on me, sadly. But maybe you’re feeling some tingles?”

From her parted lips and thousand yard stare, I could tell I was right, “Nn… Darkness…”

“Plenty of chances to scratch that itch further in the dungeon!”

Monsters, demons, horrible creatures ripe to be exploded. These were the ingredients promised to Megumin when she stepped foot inside this dungeon.

Yet here she was, having to watch the most ludicrous of dungeon puzzles be solved.

Seducing a golem.

“W-what beautiful… eyes… you have?” Sansara threw out, trying her best here.

The humanoid golem said nothing, if only out of probably confusion due to its lack of eyes. All the right parts were where they needed to be, but it lacked any true human features like a mouth, fingernails, or a pulse. Grey stone shifted against itself, robotically moving its right hand towards the animal girl’s face, and though it lacked defined fingers, its oval digit managed to still move some hair away from her eyes somewhat romantically.

“D-damn, how is this a-actually working on me?” She murmured to herself, reaching forwards to land a kiss on the golem’s general mouth zone.

Megumin had some ideas on why it was working, but she was on bad enough terms with these girls as it was.

The girl was quickly lifted up in a bridal style hold and then carried to the left side of the room, where a very nice, scarlet, king sized bed was prepped for the golem and his girl. Without missing a robotic beat, Sansara was tossed onto the bed while a long stone schlong began escaping the golem’s crotch.

Kaikai was still a bit behind Sansara on the seduction route. She was still on her ‘date’ with her particular golem. It was all very banal to Megumin. A candlelight dinner of rock piles, another set of golems being a string quartet (playing a surprisingly nice jazz cover of an Axel Hearts song), and the slightly dopey Kaikai having to try and make small talk with her ‘date’.

“Um, were you born here?” She asked, to no response, “It’s a very nice dungeon if you were.”

…

“Do you have any hobbies? I like to nap, personally. The Crimson Demon’s top most napper, Kaikai!”

…

“I’ve napped in dungeons like this too. Usually it isn’t too much trouble to clear out the first few enemies to find a rest poi-”

“HOOOLLLYY~!! KAIKAI HURRY UP!” Sansara screamed, completely buried under the rock pile, “These Golems cocks are like pistons!” Dzzzztt “AAND IT VIBRATES TOO!”

Moans quickly overtook the tiny room, and the top most napper quickly began trying to play footsie under the table with her date. Soon enough she’d be next to her friend on the bed, getting vaginal avalanches… while Megumin watched on.

The explosion wizard turned to her right.

An unmoving statue, grey stump held out towards her, awaiting her hand so it could take her to ‘dinner’. Her own golem date, that she was too stubborn to accept.

There was no kicking her way out of this puzzle. She had to get at least a little physical with this golem in order to progress through the dungeon. It sucked. Explosion themed tempestuous thoughts were on the rise in her head.

It didn’t help that the size and shape of the golem reminded her so much of Kazuma.

She couldn’t help the thought infecting her mind! As soon as she noticed it was impossible not to notice. They had no distinguishing features, a plain body, and a little bit of moss on the top that looked like scruffy hair. All Kazuma. Like somebody had cursed him to be multiple golems right now.

Could she really go on a fake date with this thing just because it reminded her of her ex?

As Kaikai joined her colleague on the bed, Megumin knew she was going to be left behind. They’d be let through to the rest of the dungeon, and she’d be stuck with an undateable brick wall.

But, if this really was supposed to be Kazuma, then she only really knew of one way to go about this.

Grabbing it by the shoulders, she brought it in close. Whispering an angry hiss at him, “Listen Pebbles. We’re going to go k-kiss in secret, then you get five minutes to look at my underwear. That’s all you’re getting, got it?!”

Even with all the loud sex going on in the ‘bedroom’, there was a certain eagerness to the golem’s nod that made Megumin happy. Maybe it could still register how cute she looked when talking about more innocent acts. Megumin wasn’t going to give up so easily, taking him back to the hallway they had been in, away from prying eyes.

The dungeon was a myriad of traps and puzzles, a place of strangely sexual monsters and bizarrely horny magic items. Many stories occured within the walls of this day as the Crimson Demon clan fought for their leadership. Now brought to you in a nice splattershot montage of smut:

“Isn’t this date wonderful, Aqua?” Asked Darkness.

The blonde was currently getting licked out by the mini-boss of the dungeon: a queen lamia. Known for their more snake like appendeges, looking less like a human with a snake tail and more just a snake with arms and a chest. Darkness was dealing with her like she did everyone, using a normality to make her submissive and breedable. Letting the queen’s long tongue scrape along her insides.

“MRRFFPFRMFRH!” Replied the Goddess. Darkness was quite jealous of her girlfriend’s position, wrapped tightly between the long scaly tail of the queen, but she knew that she should let Aqua have her fun. It was only fair.

Though, if Darkness was to admit it, she was getting sort of jealous of Aqua always being the one to set off the fun traps…

Minutes were crawling to a stand still between the two daughters. Boredom was setting in. Yunyun was looking around, deciding to focus on the various tools on the table. So many long items, to think that women bring them inside themselves. Kazuma had once drunkenly asked her for a ‘tittyfuck’, was that where this big thing would be…

“Don’t even think about it.”

The dildo still clearly wobbling, Yunyun snapped her hands behind her back. “I-I wasn’t!”

Arue had finally clambered out of the hole.

…

“Hmm, with the benefit of such rich hindsight, I must say the damage has already concluded to my points total. I simply may as well enjoy the next few hours~”

Arue jumped back in the hole.

“No, seriously, we’ve been cursed to change bodies!”

“Why aren’t you two believing us!?”

Sakiberry and Nerimaki looked at each other, then back to ‘Funifura’ and ‘Dodonko’. Their indigted faces very close to the unsure twosome. “I dunno… maybe you’re right?”

“Yeah, like, aren’t you two twins anyway?”

“NO!”

“We’re totally different!”

“Yeah, I don’t have a brother complex for one!”

“Gah! Would you cut that out!?”

As the two argued it became even harder to make sense of the curse. Neither Sakiberry nor Nerimaki had the heart it was hard to tell the two apart on most days.

“Wait a minute, why are you two holding hands?” Asked one of the body swapped pair to the non-cursed two.

“None of your business.”

Though Nerimaki was being a grouch about it, Sakiberry just giggled knowingly, “I, like, caught a Neri-Neri~”

‘Dodonko’ stamped her barefoot on the dungeon floor, “This is getting ridiculous! Why won’t you fuck me too, Nerimaki!? Can’t you see my huge bro-hippo ass?!” She said while slapping her bare buns at the steamed futa.

“Oi, that’s my body you’re pimping out. If anything, fuck my tighter body, Neri-kun.” She said while running her hands over her curves.

“My body is better for breeding! Kazuma had his eyes all over me upstairs!”

“Woah, he did? I thought he was totally looking at my body more. It’s closer to Megumin’s tight and athletic build.”

“Y-yeah… maybe you’re right. But I always thought this body was maybe the sexiest in the whole Crimson Demon village…”

“Woah, I… I thought the same about m-my body…”

Thankfully it turned out that making out with your bodyswapped body was the cure for the curse. Though they were annoyed that their steamy lovemaking had encouraged Sakiberry to give Nerimaki a sneaky blowjob.

“Come on, Megumin! We’ll leave without you if you don’t hurry!”

“They’re fake, ya know! It’s just an effect of the room!”

“Five more minutes!” The short stack whined, “I wanna see how Darkness lifts these things!”

Admittedly, Megumin was doing more than just testing the limits of her spine. The newly formed pair of bazongas she was experiencing thanks to the breast expansion trap room were certainly magical for a few reasons. Double Ds. The kind of melons that Kazuma would be all over given the chance. Stretching out her small wizard attire with such a deep cleavage on display. Megumin just wanted to bounce them and let her fingers sink into the fatty tissue a little while longer.

Aqua really hoped she’d get her harumaki back when the dungeon was over. Sure, the sight of Darkness in a full body pantyhose was pretty sexy, and perhaps the first time she was having fun in the dungeon, but she still didn’t want her Goddess clothes to be eaten by some weird sex goblin… especially while she was wearing a new outfit she had been **** to change into.

Her new outfit was something that looked like a sexy Halloween version of a Sailor Scout from Kazuma’s Japan. It pushed her Goddess chest up, adjourning the chest puppies with a big red ribbon. The mini-skirt wasn’t too much shorter than what Aqua usually wore, though the midriff being on display (and the non-invisible g-string) were new. Darkness had even been nice enough to motorboat Aqua after she asked, but right now her outfit was just feeling too weird…

It was, like, really uncomfortable. Really really… and growing more uncomfy by the second?

“Hang on… w-why is my outfit shrinking?!”

“What?!” Darkness replied, “T-that’s not fair! You got the cursed shrinking outfit?!”

The ribbon on her chest was constricting around her like a snake, the tiara felt like it was chewing her scalp, and the string in her pussy began clenching into her. The vaccuum seal around her clitoris and vulva made no sense, but Aqua could do nothing but struggle against the cloth.

“Why does the dungeon keep choosing YOU to set off the traps?!” Darkness whined, “I was the one who loved ero-dungeons…”

“D-ACK! DARCKNESTH!”

“You’re right… you’re someone I care for very much, so I should just be happy that you’re enjoying yourself.”

The poor Goddess would have yelled at her girlfriend if the choker around her neck wasn’t making it a struggle to speak. Hitting her fist against the blonde wall’s chest to try and get her to tear this shitty squeeze suit off her body.

For a fortune teller, Soketto really enjoyed throwing herself at every trap possible.

Her tiny crew had been put through the absolute wringer. There was probably reasons they were all in loose fitting silken lingerie, but they couldn’t remember it anymore. Too many hypnosis coin traps and blissful rapturous orgasms had totally thrown off their equilibrium.

Soketto just guided them every step of the way, pointing out where they should step to receive another blast of pleasure through an aphrodisiac spray trap, or a vibrating nipple pastie trap, or an anal plug cat tail trap, or whatever else would happen as they stepped from room to room. Soketto somehow knew all of it. Even when they tried to avoid it, she’d actually know already and you’d step on where it REALLY was.

Their pace was getting slower just from how much horny they were experiencing. Though, even with the slower pace, their points were growing fast, just because Soketto always knew exactly how they were able to win them so easily.

However their point gathering was halted rather quickly as they all stepped on a trap at the same time.

A trap that had them all trapped inside the wall. Rears, feet, and hands all trapped completely on the other side of the stone.

“Now, we play the waiting game~” Soketto purred, “She’ll be here soon~”

There was little the group could do when Nerimaki was cursed a second time.

After finding a room with clothes in, they thought this was their luck finally turning. But what they hadn’t expected was the clothes would make them act like the themed cosplay each costume represented.

Dodonko the big butt clown just wanted to make people happy with her funny antics and honking tits. Funifura the dog was similarly happy to lick people’s faces and serve as woman’s best friend. Only Sakiberry the **** girl seemed to anticipate the actions of Nerimaki the cave girl, who had roughly railed her in front of the clown and dog to instantly to prove she was alpha of the pack.

The strange breeding ritual of the prehistoric woman overtook her entire psyche. Her loose fitting animal skin themed rags slapping about as she went from girl to girl filling them with the ‘white happy goo’ for ‘baby make’.

While usually such a thoughtful girl, she had almost an empty head while filling up all three of her friends over and over again. Digging her teeth into the ‘dog’s’ shoulder while hammering her deeply in the obvious style position. Using her cavewoman strength to lift the clown like she was a balloon and railing her while her tits jumped around lewdly.

Even as the curse wore off and they became themselves again, Nerimaki couldn’t fight the feelings inside her. Kazuma’s cock had unlimited sperm tanks, able to pump and pump forever. She only wished that Arue was here too, and Yunyun, Soketto, Saikmiko, even Musume! Even while mauling Dodonko’s saucy tits, the cock was maknig her think of pushing over and filling the Demon Lord’s daughter with her breeding juice.

There was one fact she was not prepared to realise though. The cock? It was starting to feel right. Like it was always meant to be.

Could it be the curse? How long would it last? If it was permanent, could she use it as a draw for new customers in her tavern?

“Hey, what’s that?” Asked Dodonko, currently taking a break while Neri filled up her **** girl once more.

The image she was talking about was just in the hallways of the next room, four naked asses sticking invitingly out of the wall.

Nerimaki would blame her next thought on the caveman curse, but she knew it had already passed:

‘Mm. Four new holes to breed~’

“Aqua! Please let me set off a trap, please!”

“MFMFMGGPMF!” Translated to: “I’m not trying to do it!”

Darkness had to just sit there and watch as her girlfriend hogged all the fun. Currently dangling from ropes after being tied up so wonderfully. Her pussy probably rubbing along the rough hemp, her pores experiencing such delicious chafing, all while the blonde tried to set off the same mechanism to let her up there too.

This was getting to be unfair how much fun Aqua was getting. Ero-dungeons were meant to be shared!