Secret Floor Hidden Beneath the Dwarven Ruins

“What is it?” the iron giant voiced with slight abrasiveness in his deep tone.

Geary didn’t say anything at first. Thorjen was the last to arrive, since he couldn’t see what they were all looking at beneath what he realized was a sloping drop suddenly in the forked road. He only understood the object of their silent stares once he walked around the gathered group and stood beside Geary.

His eyes widened out of shock. ‘Bones?’ Giant bones spread across a small clearing of land against the jungle. Only it seemed to be an incredibly large creature that had huge wings, two spiral like great horns and a very reptilian like frame judging by its long mouth.

There was something gnawing at him deep within his thoughts. Why did this feel like DeJa'Vu, and most important of all. Why was he feeling such a terrible sense of sadness whilst he observed the carcass of the creature.

For some reason he sensed Geary was filled with similar emotions as him. She didn’t budge nor say anything for a short while.

“We’ll make camp nearby here and rest. We shouldn’t be too far from the tomb anyway.”

The group quickly setup camp and sat in a circle using logs for seating and managed to conjure a crackling flame where they cooked fried fish and meat on skewers. Thorjen hadn’t realized how hungry he was until the sweet honey-like aromas wafted into his nostrils. Even more surprising was when he saw the cook of the group was actually the giant-sized man, Maximus. He always wore a cheery smile whilst humming heartly songs whenever he could. Rain was the quietest amongst the group as usual, choosing to nod or grunt whenever someone tried to engage with her.

Tails and Morgan were the loudest and wouldn’t stop bickering even during their rest.

Thorjen was tucking into a third helping of Maximus’s grilled fish with honey. He and Max were engaging in friendly conversations about their favorite foods. Whilst Maximus was a little more intrigued with Thorjens background. After he finished swallowing the last savory piece, he glanced around realizing they were missing three people.

“Where did the rest of them go?”

“Hm? Oh, hahaha best to let them get one with their own stuff kid. Here’s some advice. Try not to stick your nose in others' personal affairs. Can sometimes find things you wish you didn’t know about.”

‘What? That’s a strange way to answer that question.’ Thorjen thought a little about what Maximus said, and simply nodded his head before he gingerly rose to his feet and stretched out his tired limbs.

“I'm going to find somewhere to wash my...hands I-I won't be too long” he lied

Maximus gave him a gentle nod whilst continuing to enjoy his fish.

Thorjen carefully walked through the jungle, he wasn’t planning on going too far away from their camp just in case his presence alone steered some unwanted beasts towards him.

Although the forest was unknown to him Thorjen never actually felt lost, it was a strange sensation but he almost felt as though the jungle was whispering to him, it appeared in the form of countless whisperiers voices overlapped on top of one another. Only he couldn’t quite make out one from the other at this point.

Throjen was suddenly **** to halt his movements on his heels. He heard a near distant cry. He looked left and right but saw nothing but the gentle green jungle. He moved carefully towards the western way. And he could begin to hear the sounds of slapping flesh. Like meat being slapped against one another.

*Pap-pap-pap-pap*

“Ah-ah-ah-f-fuck n-not so hard...Ah-ahhhhh...Hm...Y-yes-just like that don’t stop”

‘That voice’

“Hehehe I knew you’d moan like a bitch once I started fucking you...How's that feel-tell me how good my cock feels.”

“Y-yes it feels so good-s-stop talking...yo-you’re ruining it”

*Smack-smack-smack*

The sounds of moaning mixed in with slapping sensations instantly turned his cheeks red. Thorjen wasn’t childish enough to not understand what was probably going on. He knew it was probably best to turn back around but something inside of him willed him to continue forwards.

He crouched a little whilst gently steadying his walking pace. Beyond a tall oak tree he noticed two hands sprawled against the crunchy ground. Tails was crouched on all fours whilst something was slamming into her from behind. Thorjen adjusted himself a little and was a surprised to see the arrogant face of Morgan holding Tails by the hips whilst his lower member was rapidly slamming into her form behind.

Tails face was completely lewd, her tongue was hanging out the side of her mouth whilst her eyes were filled with lust.

“Hmmmm you bitch- I...ah...I-thought you....hmmmm...were married....”

“Ahhh-f-fuck...sh-shut up and fuck me...”

“haha...you bitch!” Morgan increased his pace and started to slam his cock into Tails with a lot more vigor. The sounds generated from his wild thrusts echoed so loudly across the jungle. Thorjen could hear his breathing increasing, he looked down and noticed a large bulge in his pants. ‘Sh-shit I need to get our of here.’ He backed away whilst keeping a firm eye on the duo in a bid to not alert them.

He felt his back bumped into something firm and soft. Fear instantly welled within his heart.

“Fufufu I didn’t have you down as a watcher...my cutie.”

Geary appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Her cheeks were already flushed and she wasn’t wearing her robes. Before Thorjen could even protest his innocence, the voluptuous woman covered his slightly opened mouth with her mouth. Her lips invaded his own as her warm tongue attacked his mouth with vigor and warmth.

“hmm...ah...mmm..slurp...hmmmm...mwah” Geary parted her mouth away from his own. Licking the trailing spit between their lips. Thorjen gazed into her eyes, there was such a wildness within them that sparked something bestial within him. He felt his urges taking over and leant in forcefully. Smothering their mouths again and wrapping its wet tongue with her own.

“hmm..nngh...Slurp-slurp-slurp-ah-hmm...slurp...mmm”

Their wild kiss lasted for a while longer whilst Thorjen found his body relishing in the taste of Geary’s mouth. Once they finally drew away from one another. Geary glanced down at the throbbing bulge in his pants and playfully licked her lips. She ran her hands down the outline of his cock, smoothing the its thick and long shape outside of his trousers.

Thorjen could almost hear his heart beating, anticipating her soft hands running all over his body.

Geary didn’t make him wait for too long and slowly ran her fingers along his firm stomach before sliding them down beneath his trousers, where she grabbed hold of his thick meaty rod.

She pulled the large thing out from its confinement and gently stroked it for a short while, making Thorjen feel like his entire body was going numb.

“Now let’s spice things up a little more...cutie.” She adjusted herself until she was laying on her stomach, then she lowered her opened mouth slowly against the tip of his thick cock. Thorjen felt her warm breath and was close to releasing that pent up energy she had **** out of him before in the bathhouse. He closed his eyes whilst she softly wrapped her mouth around the glands.

There was a look of caution within Geary as she slowly started to take in Thorjens large cock. Swallowing it deeper as she started to relax her throat after bobbling on it.

“Mmpf...Slurp...slurp...slurp...gwock! Mmpf! Gwock!”

“Ahhhhh...f-f-fuck"

Geary looked up playfully at his reaction and begun to slowly suck on it. She was alternating between fast and slow movements, taking it in and out, back and fourth in a bid to stimulate him as best as she could. Her tongue continued massaging his veiny shaft whilst she done so. A few times she even took the whole thing out from her mouth and lightly smacked it against her tongue.

“Mmpf! Gwock! Slurp, slurp. Mmmh...ack! Gwock! Gwock! Slurpppp!”

After she kept the same rhythm going for a while. She stopped, and almost swallowed Thorjens thick cock all the way to his balls. With Thorjens cock almost buried deeply into her throat she held her breath for as long as she could possibly hold it for. Tears welled in her eyes as euphoric pleasure sent shockwaves throughout Throjens entire body.

“MMMMMpf! Gwooookkkk! Slurpppppp"

“Ahhhhhhh-sh-shit—ahhhhh “

Geary looked to be reaching her limit but so was Thorjen, tears streamed down her cheeks as her sucking became nosier and sloppier. She accelerated her movements and kept bobbing her head down and up. Feeling Thorjens cock swelling inside of her mouth, she decided to breathe through her nostrils whilst deep throating him down to the base of his cock again.

Thorjen could barely hang on, finding his entire body jolt as he fought every fibre within his body to scream out loud. He held the crown of her head and exploded a thick load of cum down her throat, filling her mouth almost instantly to the point her cheeks were filled to the point they puffed up whilst white sticky liquid was escaping from the corners of her mouth

“Ahhhhhh!

“Mmmm...mmmmpf-gulp! Gulp! Gulp! “

Thorjen felt power being sucked away from his body. Geary plopped his cock out from her mouth. Taking a moment to catch her breath after the intense workout he had given her mouth.

“hmmm-yum...you taste...amazing!” Thorjen could’ve sworn he saw heart shapes within her gaze. He felt completely drained of his energy but suddenly felt something he wasn’t expecting to feel at this precise moment.

The red bead he had begun cultivating with Mastramundus was reacting again. Within his sea of consciousness he could feel a little terror slowly feasting on his lust and his primal urges. Ever since he started cultivating the art, Thorjen was scared to realize it, but now he was quite certain of the dark truth he refused to acknowledge. This cultivation technique was growing on the choices he was choosing to make.

‘Just how much of myself will I need to sacrifice in order to master this cultivation art.’

He couldn’t control the bead when it chose to awaken and drain his energy. And it seems as though with Geary by his side he couldn’t stop feeding it what it wanted.

He heard Morgan groaning in the near distance as he too came to climax. Geary straightened her clothes and swiftly walked away. He realized they were still on a quest and quickly straightened his clothes before following on after her.

The camp spent a few hours gathered by the fire before continuing on their journey again.

The sight of the large mushrooms only increased the deeper into the jungle they moved. Along the way Geary explained that these parts were once governed by ancient dwarves who ran the trolls out from their troves and underground tunnels. They built work tunnels and small shires to keep watch of their gold mines.

Thorjen was expecting them to be looking for gold after being told such a story. But instead, Geary poured cold water on that idea as she explained they were looking for a unique suit of armor.

‘Armour?’ Thorjen wondered what sort of armor a secret hidden trial would be keeping and why was it so important that the benefactor went to so much trouble to assemble a group to find it, ‘Probably nothing that involves me to be honest. I just need to focus on completing this trial. Though I am a little worried about this so-called benefactor.’

There would always be an amount of worry regarding that issue, considering he himself held no idea as to whom it was who knew his origins. This could all be a trap he understood. But he noticed Geary wasn’t planning on explaining more about it, somehow, he also got the feeling she was trying to keep the rest of the group from discovering that truth.

Once the sun started to fall the landscape of the jungle had gradually changed again.

Thorjen could hear the cries, growls and sometimes chirping coming from the creatures refusing to unveil themselves from the hidden pockets across the jungle. His first instinct was to assume the collective groups strength was that strong that it warded away any potential beasts. But a few times where they had managed to cross the odd one or two mindless creatures, Thorjen was swiftly shown just who the strongest one amongst the group was.

The one who was called the number 1, Geary the curvaceous mage could practically make a creature explode with a gentle flick of her wrist. And the more he was exposed to her incredibly strong magic, the more allured he was by it. Eager to study the craft himself one day and somewhat, remain beside Geary until he was reunited with his loved ones.

The group very quickly discovered a bizarre rusty old bronze door placed in the middle of a mud hill.

Geary led the group into the narrow mud tunnel which required them to crouch down whilst they moved along. Maximus was the exception unsurprisingly, being too tall he was **** to agonizingly crawl through instead.

Luckily the descent through the tunnel was rather swift. And they soon gradually emerged from the tunnel in a single file and discovered themselves standing inside an incredibly grandeurs hall. Giant cedar pillars aligned all across the spacious hall. The ground was made out of a hard and yet clear gold metal. Thorjen was lost in a daze of marvel whilst he admired his reflection from the floor beneath his feet.

Having never stood on top of anything so grandeurs, Thorjen felt guilty even walking along the glass looking ground.

“Stay alert boy. Enemies are lurking” Said Maximus placing his heavy iron glove against his shoulder.

Thorjen nodded and just as he was about to steer his focus to his surroundings, he felt a deep feeling of growing fear stirring in his gut. Sweat almost formed instantly as he moved his eyes around the seemingly empty large hall until he locked onto a near distant tall statue.

A loud groan moved across the hall, sending a tremor across the approaching band.

“Whoa!”

“Tsk! That’s a big one...Morgan!”

“Already on it” He swiftly detached his iron bow from his back, knocked an arrow against its string in a single movement. Took aim and fired. Thorjen’s eyes widened as he saw a streak of blue trailing alongside the whizzing projectile. What surprised him even more was the loud bang echoing once the simple looking arrow found its mark.

The rest of the group acted quickly. Dashing with full speed towards a giant stoned statue that seemed to have multiple hands, each carrying a cruelly shaped weapon. He felt sweat rolling down the side of his cheek as he was left in awe at how quickly they moved and more so how strong each of them was.

He first smelt her sweet scent before her alluring husky voice found his ears.

“Keep those pretty eyes of yours open cutie. This is what a standard 5-man formation looks like. Notice how they are using their gears as well. The higher the gear the more strain it has on the wieldier. Maximus and Rain being silver ranked knights are more accustomed to using Alpha gears. When forming a band always remember each player brings something unique to the team. Now then... this should be over fairly quickly.”

Just as Geary had mentioned the team swept aside the towering golem in minutes. After the golem had been felled a strange contraption with a large gold and emerald wheel revealed another door opening on the other end of the hall.

The group carefully advanced, meeting another hall with different creatures this time around. And just as before Thorjen stood at a safe distance whilst the group battled swiftly and effectively in order to advance ahead. This same scene continued through 7 more halls, the amount of creatures and their strengths increased with each door they left behind. They started to show a little sign of fatigue after the seventh door was completed prompting Morgan to toss a disdained look towards Thorjen who was noticeably too weak to offer any sort of help.

He might’ve said something if it wasn’t for Geary almost smothering him with her bosom at times. She spent most of her time beside Thorjen making sure he understood how each fight was being played out, unless the odd occasion where she tossed spells at the beasts to aid the fighting 4 when they tired or made a mistake.

Another important truth Thorjen had understood about the group was that Geary was definitely the leader.

They reached the 8th hall which was another spacious place covered in countless tall cedar pillars. The only troubling thing about this hall was that there wasn’t a single spec of light beyond the first row of pillars.

*Sniff-Sniff* ‘What’s that smell- it smells like burning wildflowers...but it's also sweet.’ Thorjen was getting used to this sudden heighten of his senses.

Geary observed the place in silence before her eyes flickered with a mischievous idea.

“we’ll move in two’s Rain and Big Max you take the left. Morgan and Tails take the center path and me and little cutie will take the right. Here. We’ll use this to keep track of one another.”

Geary stroked her wand majestically against the air and finished with making three identical swirling lights appear. Three tiny bright cyan balls appeared in a row which she lazily flicked towards each of the pair.

Thorjen paid attention to the wand movements and childish looking fireballs dancing around. Before he held a chance to inspect them further he was dragged away by Geary towards the right-hand side of the darkness.

“Whoever solves this puzzle first gets first dibs on the spoils! Bye-bye now and play nice...fufufu”

Once Geary hastily snatched Thorjen by his arm and dragged him away into the dense darkness. The rest of the four remained where they stood. Seemingly unsure of how to approach this problem

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??? POV

“Sigh...what a drag this is...I almost feel sorry for the kid” Morgan lamented

“Hmm he’s a nice kid. Naive to the ways of this world. If he doesn’t know despair quickly he will never grow.” Tails spoke with a vacant look in her gaze she watched the empty darkness where the two had gone off towards.

“Big Max what do you think? Think we’re bad people doing to this him?”

“Sigh...good or bad aren't those things merely words for people like us. Afterall we all have a single thing in common don’t we? We'll do almost anything for the right price. Even if its pretending to be a jovial band of knights who have never met one another before. He pays us well doesn’t he and its our job to fulfill his mission without questions asked.”

“I...guess but aren't you a feeling a little guilty knowing what kind of things Geary will do to him. You’re quick to forget what she put you two through before you joined?”

Both Morgan and even the jovial brute Maximus wore a chilling stiff look as they pondered on Tails words.

“Shes quite...the formidable lover.”

“Formidable? she almost drained my soul! the amount of times that crazy bitch **** me to cum when I first met her. Fuck! That kids in trouble but if that psycho thinks he’s worth it...what more can we do but continue this farce. “

He felt a splitting pain against his ribs as Rain elbowed him

“Ouch! What the fuck was that for!”

The blank cold eyes of the blue haired girl merely beheld him for a few moments before turning her attention to the floating cyan ball above her head.

“She...she can probably hear you all.”

“Shit I almost forgot- Nice going Morgan if she punishes us it's...it’s all your fault.” Tails voiced

“Hahaha the last time she punished you Tails you were calling her master whilst showing us all a particularly lecherous expression hahaha good times” belched Maximus.

“D-don’t remind me Max... she-she knows how to make you cower beneath her touch. Shes too vicious.” Tails said almost shivering where she stood.

“Ah enough already let's just get a move on and get this over with. And for your information Rain I wasn’t talking about the crazy sadistic mage that enjoys using sex to torment us. I was referring to the one fellow who she dares not fuck around with. Hmph are you all quick to forget that red eyed madman who formed this unlikely band of misfits.” The group went silent, suddenly they all realized who it was that was truly the mad one here.

“Sigh...Morgan is right. Lets keep our mouths shut and get this over with. I...i have a feeling I know what she has planned anyway so lets keep the act. Rain...if you will.”

The girl with doe eyes and a round face looked up at the brute before her pretty mouth parted aside.

“Let’s go but you’re too big for me. So I'll only let you put the tip in this time.”

“Sheesh so many rules” Maximus bemoaned whilst he followed her from behind. Both their iron armors clattering away into the darkness.

Morgan couldn't help scratching his head. Exhaling a breath of powerlessness as he glanced towards the blushing girl beside him.

“Don’t look at me like that...y-you’ve al-already made me do naughty things.”

“Sigh. I respect that you’re married but you should know this band of ours can only exists for the sake of sinking into darkness. I was **** to say those things...b-but despite that, I meant what I said. Out of all my fucks you are my favorite.”

“Sh-sh-shut up lets go.” she stomped away through the middle path, but Morgan noticed her cheeks were completely red.

Before Morgan could move a muscle he stared gloomily into the path where both Geary and the kid had disappeared into.

“I know you can probably hear me right now. I hope you know what you’re doing with this kid. And I stand on what we discussed earlier...I will never bow down to a weak and worthless king...never”