The other side of the tunnels

Gob couldn’t risk not doing what he had been tasked with. The next day he headed to the dungeon entrance to find the dungeon keeper. The dungeon keeper was a fat and scruffy looking demon kin. He had pig-like features and stubby little horns and his skin was reddish-brown. He seemed unimpressed to be disturbed by Gob but upon being shown the seal invited him into his apartment that was attached to the entrance of the dungeon.

“Cushiest job in the palace this,” he said in reply to Gob's query over his job. “In all my years we've never had more than five prisoners at once and even then it wasn’t much work. It’s just been mad Annie for the last few years and now that slip of a dark elf. I check the place once a week or so. Make sure the kitchens know how many prisoners we have to feed and check the enchantments a couple of times a day. It's a few minutes of work. The dark gods blessed me when they landed me this job.” He plonked some thick looking coffee down in front of Gob. “Now what does the boss want?”

“He was concerned that we may not have enough ability to restrain a prisoner of high enough ability such as a rebellious true demon or an enemy from the light kingdoms,” said Gob, trying to sound official.

The dungeon keeper looked genuinely disturbed by the question. “I have no idea. The very idea of having to contain a true demon in my cells is a little frightening. I’m not convinced the enchantments could take a being that strong. I always assumed the Maou would just kill them but I suppose imprisonment might be necessary. I only took this job after the Maou took power and it hasn’t been necessary to even think about it.”

“The Maou was wondering if you had any type of restraint that might be designed to hold such a person?”

“We have restraints but we haven’t used them in all the time I have been here. I don’t know if they would work or even if they were made for that.”

“Well, that seems like a good place to start. Where are they?” asked Gob.

“The cellar in the main dungeon. Do you want to check?”

Gob didn’t want to see Tallie right now. There was also the chance she might say something that would give away the fact he had been there. “Er, no. It’s fine if you look in your own time. Just get a selection to the wine cellar and I will present them to the Maou when he returns from his trip.”

The dungeon keeper seemed relieved. Gob wondered if he wasn’t sure if they were there. Worry not dungeon keeper, he thought. I’ve seen them where you said they were. After a few pleasantries, Gob made his retreat. He made a note to check up to make sure that slob had done as he was told.

Happy that he had done what he had been asked, he told Graff that he was going to be doing up his rooms so he wouldn’t be around for a bit. He had decided to use the time for some thorough exploration of the catacombs. He packed a bag with supplies and headed out. He was determined to make a thorough map.

Two days of exploration had produced no exciting results. He was however satisfied that he had thoroughly explored all the nearby tunnels including checking any trapdoors he could find but they had all been sealed over.

He decided to try and head off in a single direction. He carefully marked the walls and floors so he could find his way back. Dead ends, burial chambers and more blocked trapdoors. He did find a few holes like the ones near his apartments and he wondered what the waterways were like below them. The idea of getting stuck down a well kept him from following that curiosity.

He was beginning to wonder if there was any point in wandering around these endless tunnels until he saw something that frightened him. Light. He snuffed out his lantern and hid his gear, preferring to approach as silently as possible. He was glad he did. He peered around the corner to find a small guard room. He only knew it was a guard room because it had a guard in it. A scrawny looking demon kin woman, decked out in full palace guard uniform, the female version of which had a skirt and stockings, a small detail that Gob had always appreciated, was leaning over a table and drawing.

Gob stayed perfectly still and observed her. She was short but still taller than Gob, thin with pale purple skin, two tiny horns, messy black hair and thick-rimmed glasses. She was not the most imposing character Gob had seen in uniform. She was kind of cute though with a little button nose and her tongue stuck out as she concentrated on her drawing.

From somewhere above a bell sounded and the demon sighed. She put down her pencil, grabbed her sword from the table, refastened it to her belt, grabbed a key from a hook that was filled with them and headed off down the lit tunnels.

Gob decided to risk following a little. He stepped into the guard room. To the left was a ladder leading up to a trapdoor that was clearly in use. Other than the table and chair, there was a hook with keys and nothing else. He took a quick look at the table and saw a picture of two male guardsmen engaged in a quite explicit sexual act. The little pervert, thought Gob but she instantly went up in his estimations.

She looked down the tunnel and saw her disappear around a corner. He carefully followed. There was a door over to his left which turned out to be a latrine. He hurried to the end of the corridor and peered around. There was a gate at the end which the demon was opening. Just beyond he could hear the sound of running water and what seemed to be tiled tunnels. It looked an awful lot like a sewer.

The demon stepped through the gate, examined some runes on the wall then stepped forward. A wall of light shimmered as she did so. She turned around and held out her right hand. The barrier resisted her. She held up her left and a light shone in her palm. The barrier faded and she stepped through. “Sewars to command, all barriers sound,” she said into her palm.

“Received,” came a reply. The demon then locked the gates and started walking back.

Gob panicked, he had been too interested in what she was doing. He would have to run to make it back to the dark of the tunnels but that would make too much noise. He spotted the latrine and dove inside the room. By the faint light through the crack in the door, he could see that it was just hewn from the stone and the room itself was still just rough rock. “I might as well pee while I’m up,” he heard the demon guard say and he climbed the wall. He was fairly high up, his claws dug into the stone but he could go no further.

She walked in and lit a lantern just inside the door. She hitched up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Gob was focused so much on holding onto the wall that he couldn’t stop his cock from getting hard. As usual, it immediately started to ooze precum. The demon seemed to just be sitting there daydreaming. After what seemed like an age she wiped and pulled her panties up. As she did she sniffed. “Ugh, the toilet smells, weird. I better empty it.” She began to move her hands in spell casting gestures and a flash emanated from the bowl. She sniffed, “Huh, I can still smell it. It’s kind of nice.” She bashed herself on the head. “No Patty, you can’t go finding toilet smells exciting. Everyone already tells you you’re a pervert.” She sniffed. “Still, it is an interesting smell. Shit, did I lock the gate? I better check.”

As she dashed out Gob saw his chance and ran back to the darkness of the catacombs. He adjusted his erection. The adrenalin was doing nothing to calm him down. He peered around the corner and saw Patty return to her table and begin to draw again. He was going to stay and observe for a while so he decided he might as well pass the time. He fished his cock out from his britches and began to stroke it as he watched the cute demon kin. He wished she was doing something more interesting than drawing but he had the memory of her bare legs and panties to fuel him.

He was producing more precum. It had never been this bad until that encounter with Misandra. Now every time he got aroused he leaked. Still, it made for some nice lubrication. It was difficult to measure time but he guessed that at least an hour must have passed. He liked these long drawn out masturbation sessions, they always had the best orgasms and he never usually got to watch a woman for so long when masturbating.

Patty seemed to start getting a little flushed and breathing a little harder. She was squeezing her skinny legs together. Her free hand found itself between her thighs. She snatched it away and sniffed it. “I really shouldn’t but I’m so wet. Why am I so horny? I masturbated before my shift so I wouldn’t do this again. Oh, fuck it.” She lifted her bottom up and pulled her panties down again and hitched her skirt up before sitting down again. She leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the edge of the table. “Oh, that’s the spot,” she moaned as she began to run her fingers over her slit.

Wow, she keeps it shaved, thought Gob as he masturbated more eagerly at the sight in front of him. She was getting into it. Her eyes were closed as she imagined some fantasy or other. The smell of her arousal made Gobs cock throb but he didn’t feel the madness that he had felt with Misandra.

She began to rub it more vigorously. “I’m making such a mess. My pussy is so fucking wet. Biff is going to be sitting in my pussy juice all night. Fuck that’s hot. Yea, sit in my mess Biff. I know you want me but I’m not that ****, yet,” she added quietly.

Gob could tell she was getting close and decided to release with her. Her pussy was making a wet slapping sound she was fingering herself so hard. Her voice was gasping and she clearly wasn’t worried about being heard. As she came she began to squirt and she cried out. Gob let himself release but he made no noise as he painted the stone wall with his cum. The long build-up made it intense and he let out a lot.

Patty lay there slowly caressing herself for a moment. Once she came around she said, “Shit, what a mess. Biff’s going to be here soon.” She made as though she was going to clean it up. “Oh, fuck it. I’ll just tell him I spilt my drink. Even if he works it out he’ll be too thrilled to tell anyone. Fuck, that was a good one.” She still had her skirt hitched up and she stroked her clit again. “I could really do with another. No.” She stopped herself and pulled her skirt down but Gob noticed that she left her panties off. She picked those up and stuffed them into a bag before beginning to pack up her artwork.

She was clearly getting ready to go. She leaned against the wall and put one foot against it and slipped her hands under her skirt. She was clearly getting lost in her own pleasure again but then there was a noise from the trapdoor. “Evening Patty. That’s your shift over,” came a rough and thick voice.

Patty pulled her hands out from between her legs and wiped her hands on her skirt. “Hi Biff, that’s great,” she called.

Biff came into Gob’s view. He looked more like a dwarf bull than a demon. Gob assumed he must be a demon kin so far removed from his true demon heritage as to barely be considered as demon kin. If he mated then the offspring would be demon beasts. Smarter than animals but even speech would be beyond them. They often found employment in dumb repetitive labour. “There’s a strange smell down here,” said Biff, smelling the air.

“Yes, some of it is the drink I spilt. Sorry about the mess Biff, anyway, goodnight,” Patty said in a rush as she headed for the ladder.

“Oh, yes, no problem patty. I don’t mind. Goodnight then.”

Biff didn’t get a reply as Patty shut the trapdoor behind her. Biff just sat on the damp chair, rested his hands on the table and sat there. He seemed quite content. Gob quickly got bored of watching him and backed away.

As he retreated he erased some of his markings and made sure his map was accurate. He didn’t know how far the guards came down the tunnel but the last thing he wanted was markings that not only showed he had been there but also led them straight to him.

He pushed on to get home. He was ready for sleep but he wanted to process what he had discovered. It seemed to be a way out of the palace. If his hunch was correct, he had seen the wider city sewage system. If that was the case then in theory it should be possible to get out of the palace and the city without ever going above ground.

He wasn’t a prisoner and he could go out at any time. The reason he didn’t was that the city was dangerous. There was an air of formality that kept the palace civilised but the city was full of many of the demon realm races and they weren’t so constrained as the palace inhabitants. A weak creature like him could easily be killed. It was still interesting to know he could get out that way if he needed to.

The other interesting thing had been how that cute little demon kin had responded to his smell. She might have just been the horny sort anyway but it had looked like the smell of his cum had had an aphrodisiac effect. He couldn’t recall seeing this before. That was before Misandra at least. Of course, he hadn’t been so close to the other girls he had masturbated near for so long and definitely never after he had cum. For all he knew he had been turning the girls on but they hadn’t had enough time to take it in. Misandra had reacted instantly but he couldn’t help but feel that she was a special case.

He made it back to his home and headed straight for bed. He had a lot to think about.