First Battle

"W-wait, you don't mean..." Sawyer stuttered. Would they really make him... suck? Surely the game wouldn't allow that... right? "N-no way, just let me go, my party is-"

The blonde cut him off with a cackle. "Your party?! A loser like you couldn't form a party if you paid them! Emm, Alex, show Devon his new toy!"

The two girls - who were each wearing a variation of barbarian fur mini skirt and crop top armor - flew onto Sawyer with surprising speed. Each one took one arm and held it back so that the girls were kneeling on either side of him holding him in place between them.

One of them yanked his skirt up and giggled. "Well Emm, what do you think. Is he girly enough for Devon?"

The other girl, Emm, chortled and sneered. "'He'? I thought this was a girl! Just look at that little clit!"

The whole party laughed and Devon moaned, walking closer while stroking his now very hard cock towards Sawyer's face.

"Mmm, fuck pretty boy. I'm gonna make you gag on this dick!"

Sawyer started to panic. The cock was getting closer, only inches away. He could see the thick head aiming at his lips, already dripping precum.

"N-no! Stop, please! I'll tell you where the chest is! Please just let me go!"

"Too late now, scrub!" the blonde said. "Devon is hard and it wouldn't be fair not to let him fill that tight little throat of yours."

Sawyer didn't know how realistic this game was. Most games tended to numb uncomfortable sensations like pain, but Dungeon Crawl was different. It prided itself on keeping things as painfully realistic as possible. It was likely that if Devon stuffed his cock down Sawyer's throat, he would feel every inch and throb as realistically as if it were real life.

Devon was over him now, grinning down while Sawyer struggled against the two girls. The big guy grabbed his hair like the blonde had earlier and tilted his head back, grabbing his chin with his other hand and squeezing to make Sawyer open his mouth. "Mmm, time to suck, little noob!"

Just as it seemed like Devon was about to thrust hard into Sawyer's mouth, a cold wind blew so hard through the tunnel it extinguished all the party's torchlight.

"P-percy, what was that?" one of the party - possibly the fourth guy that hadn't spoken yet - said.

"I don't know," hissed the blonde, "Stay on guard. It might just be a random event."

A purple light formed above the wizard's staff, floating and glowing like a ball of bioluminescent goo, sending off eerie spectral light, dimmer than a torch, but enough to see again.

CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. CLACK...

Slow footsteps came from the far end of the hall. A silhouette took form, cast against the darkness by the mage light. Tendrils of smoky shadow crawled along the edges of the walls, slithering like snakes across the ceiling and floor towards the group. Where they went, the mage light pulled away, creeping back as if scared by the darkness.

The wizard gasped. "WITCH!"

The whole party turned and started scrambling backwards all at once.

Sawyer was dropped to the floor and only had enough time to look up to see the tendrils grab the big guy by the ankles and yank him back into the inky abyss with a howl of terror.

The two girls gasped and turned - one pulled out a bow and drew back, releasing an arrow that split into several midair. The other made hand-signs then squeezed her fingers together like she was wringing out a towel, and pushed hard towards the witch. Stone tiles pulled themselves off the walls and shot towards the darkness.

The silhouette let out an otherworldly screech and shot forward so fast, Sawyer blinked and missed it. In an instant she was behind him. There were two SWISH SWISH sounds followed by two thumps, and Sawyer turned his head just in time to see the two girls hit the floor and POP into smoke - the mechanic for player deaths.

The witch was already on top of the three remaining guys - with a tendril of darkness wrapped around Percy the blonde's throat, and another dragging the wizard away into the darkness.

The staff, which lay on the ground now, cast the purple light onto the horrified face of the final party member as his two companions popped into smoke.

He pulled out a book and started frantically whispering something, lips quivering as he recited.

A tendril of darkness shot towards him, and would have impaled him directly between the eyes, but a moment before it did so, he burst into light, disappearing and leaving a bag of loot behind in his place.

The mage light went out, and for a moment, it was total darkness. Sawyer was still catching his breath, winded like he had just been tossed into an icy lake.

Someone snapped their fingers and a warm orange glow like a matchstick illuminated just in front of Sawyer's face.

"Are you okay?" Ellena asked.