“I can’t put it off any longer, my Queen.” And she couldn’t, either. Quite aside from worrying about how long it had been, that sensation of attention was just getting stronger.

“Shayma…” Iniri’s voice was pained. She acted like Shayma was going to die. Whereas Shayma was pretty certain all that would happen was that she’d get pleasured as thoroughly as the dungeon could manage.

Which, honestly, she was looking forward to.

The first time had been rough, but not really anything to complain about, considering. But the second time it had clearly made sure she was enjoying it, despite the restraints involved. The third time might be even better. But then again, the bargain she’d made was open ended enough that there was no telling where it would lead. “We have the three missing cubes. You need people who can fight for the other two. Now that you have this base of operations...you don’t need me anymore.”

“Shayma,” Iniri said again, but this time her voice was cold. “That is not why I am worried.”

She flinched, ears canting backward. “I know.”

Iniri opened her arms and Shayma leaned forward into the hug, despite Iniri being significantly smaller than her younger companion. “You’re too loyal for your own good,” Iniri muttered. “Idiot girl, making bargains with Powers for me.”

Shayma tried to protest, but her mouth was muffled against Iniri’s shoulder. And despite the kirin’s small frame, she was more than strong enough to hold Shayma there.

“However,” Iniri continued reluctantly, finally releasing her. “I suppose you are right. We don’t want to risk breaking that bargain when we’re all inside of a dungeon that seems capable of keeping away the mage-king’s agents.”

“Then I’ll -”

“No.” Iniri said firmly. “You’re staying here and so am I. You got yourself into this debt for me and I...will be here to bear witness no matter what happens.”

“Um…” Shayma flushed. Not that she was particularly shy, but, well, Iniri was her Queen, and what she expected to happen was not exactly suited for royalty. Of course, Iniri still thought she was saying her last goodbyes, and the set of her jaw warned Shayma that she wasn’t going to actually win this argument.

They were on the second floor of Iniri’s new residence, bare but nicely wood-paneled with false wood and sun-washed with false sun, looking out over the real lake. So they weren’t exactly in public, at least. “All right, then. I’m ready to conclude the bargain.”

For a beat nothing happened, then there was a soft rustling noise, like cloth over metal, as the dungeon’s construct appeared out of the floorboards off to one side. This time it was a narrow slab of textured black, leaning at a shallow angle as if inviting her to recline on it. And all around it were coils of the dungeon’s tendrils, dozens of them fringing the sides and top.

After a moment, Shayma took the invitation. This was a little different from the prior times, where the purpose and intention of the dungeon construct was obvious. The ambiguity was at the same time was exciting and worrisome - exciting, because it meant it had ideas. Worrisome, for that precise reason. So far her trust in the dungeon had been rewarded, but it wasn’t human and what it wanted might not have any bearing on what she wanted.

But she need not have worried, because the moment she was reclining tendrils lifted up to wind about her wrists and slide across her palms. It wasn’t like before, where it was binding her in place, though she could feel the coiled-steel strength under the smooth, soft exterior. It was a gentle grasp, soon followed by another two tugging off her boots and supporting her feet, lightly wrapped around her ankles.

With that came a sensation, dimly at first, then increasingly clear. The sense of the very coils that held her hands and feet, and of her own warm skin against them. It wasn’t exactly like feeling it with her own body, there was something like cloudy ice between her and it, but she could feel it all the same.

It was actually...too much. Combined with the presence of [Seeker] and her own half-formed mana-sight the pressure in her head started to swell out of control, and even closing her eyes didn’t actually shut out the glowing blobs of Inir’s mages. The tendrils paused in their slow coiling and there was a touch of...concern? Which floated over the sensory link. A whisper of something cool and soft pressed against her eyelids and suddenly both [Seeker] and her mana-sight went silent.

She instinctively reached for her face and the coils let her, releasing her hand so she could feel a blindfold of sorts covering her eyes, a thin sheet of dungeon-stuff that somehow blocked off her Skill and pseudo-skill. Under other circumstances that might worry her, but this time she just settled back, reaching out to find the tendril that had released her hand again, feeling even more safe than before.

There in the dark, it was just her sensations and the dungeon’s. The tips of its tendrils stroked softly at her wrists and ankles, as if it hadn’t ever felt her before. Which was extremely far from true, but the attention was flattering, nevertheless. She could feel it stroking against her skin, light touches here and there while the soft substance of the ‘bed’ wrapped itself up and over her. She couldn’t feel it herself, but she could feel how it could feel her, flowing over her skin in thin streamers to cover her. Haphazardly at first, then with more care, pressed close against clothes and skin but loose and light enough that she couldn’t even feel it as she breathed in, smelling ever so faintly the scent of vanilla in the air.

Now the coils shifted, wrapping slightly more securely about her wrists and ankles, while new ones slid in to tangle her fingers, each of them much smaller than the ones holding her in place, but just as warm and just as strong. She flexed her fingers against them, feeling the terrible strength there, enough to tear her to pieces, but also the give as it let her pull against them, and she smiled. It wasn’t just lustful, but actually playful!

Then she squeaked as yet another set brushed along the tips of her ears, stroking at the short, soft fur there, the tiny appendages creeping along the inside and outside of her ears, caressing gently. More soft touches against her feet heralded the arrival of, not the thin manipulators, but the frill-textured pads, enfolding her bare feet and toes, almost but not quite tickling her. Soon enough it was playing with her hands, feet, and ears all at the same time, light touches that made her squirm.

Then she felt it stroke along her arms, where the ‘sheet’ had wrapped her, and she realized her entire body was wrapped in the dungeon’s flesh, a realization that tipped its soft attentions from simply teasing to actively arousing. As if it could sense her shift in mood, another tendril tugged at her tail, pulling it through the sheet as if it were liquid and then wrapping around the base, applying short little jolts of tension.

Most of her was still covered by the leathers, and through the link she could feel it do something, pulling the clothes off her without disturbing her. Despite that impossibility, the leathers and her underclothes vanished, leaving the soft sheet of dungeon-flesh to settle in against her own skin. It pressed against her like the weight of a lover, pulling tight so it could feel the warmth of her body. Unlike the last time, it didn’t take advantage of her naked state right away, instead continuing with the slow teasing.

They traveled up her arms and legs, soft touches compounding with the teasing of her ears where the tendrils drew down along her neck and at the same time up from her tail, both touches drawing along her spine, in toward her core. Heat began rising within her with the feeling of fingers and tongues caressing her skin, some of them outlining her hips while others ran up her thighs. “Mph!” It found a particular spot on the curve of her thigh that was especially sensitive, making her twitch, and after a pause it repeated the caress there more slowly, drawing a soft, breathy noise as that sensation merged with the tiny sparks from her ears.

Another set of appendages stroked through her hair, then gripped it and applied a gentle pressure, tilting her head back so it could brush lightly along her throat. At the same time, the stroking slid inward, brushing along her inner thighs and down her belly, and circling her breasts. She was tense with anticipation and soaking wet, feeling those touches draw closer and closer, sliding up her skin toward her nipples and sex...but not quite making it.

She whined softly in protest, arching her hips to try and push back against the teasing touches, but to no avail. Instead she was rewarded by a stronger scent of vanilla and the touch of something soft against her lips. Through the link she could feel anticipation and pleasure as she opened her mouth and licked at the breeder there, mouthing the soft flesh and grinning to herself as she started to tease back.

A focus that lasted all of five seconds before it finally stroked long and slow against the lips of her pussy. Her hips arched all on their own, pleasure surging and then leveling out as the touch remained slow and soft and deliberate, letting her arousal ramp up and then back down before teasing her again. She growled and licked the vanilla-scented breeder filling her mouth with more vigor, feeling the response through the hazy ice of the sensation link. But it remained patient, only starting to spread her lips with dozens of tiny tongues, each one making her twitch, and then even more finding her nipples, but none of them quite strong enough to send her over the edge. Not yet.

Then she felt another breeder press against the spread lips of her sex and thought that it was finally ready to start, but it moved so slowly. Each motion made her shudder as the breeder began to slide into her, smooth and soft, and through the link she could feel how good her wet, tight heat felt around it, but it never moved fast enough to make her climax. She felt like she was half melting now, burning hot and wet, muscles twitching and ears flicking as tendrils stroked her skin and she was slowly, ever so slowly filled by the breeder. Deeper and deeper, her pussy milking at the invader, trying to pull it in faster. Then, when she was more filled than she even knew was possible, it started to expand, stretching her tight folds with a sensation that made her squeal against the one in her mouth, sucking on it hard in frustration.

She was stretched almost to her absolute limit before it stopped swelling, her inner depths squeezing helplessly against the breeder, even as she felt it savor the sensation of her walls gripping and tugging. And it still refused to fuck her, returning to teasing the lips of her pussy now that she was filled, so each twitch and jerk sent an even stronger jolt through her. Her clit was swollen now, begging for attention but not getting it as the tiny tongues circled around it without actually touching it, her nipples being brushed lightly now and again, a light and smooth rhythm to keep her tense and aching.

“Please…” she moaned around the breeder, the hot, hard length filling her mouth with the still-strange vanilla taste of the dungeon’s flesh. As if that had been what it was waiting for, the attentions suddenly intensified, the tongues licking at her pussy lapping harder, the fingers teasing her nipples stroking more firmly. Her tail was tugged again, her ears teased, her hand and feet caressed by soft frills, all at once as the heat within her flamed up and spilled over into a hard orgasm, her body arched as she squealed, her pussy squeezing hard around the incredibly thick length filling her.

But it didn’t stop there. The stimulation only intensified, the breeder starting to flex within her, the tongues finally finding her clit and licking hard, pleasuring her as if she weren’t already cumming too hard to speak or even breathe. Her toes flexed, her hands clamping down to brace herself as the hot pleasure continued to rise past a peak, the cock buried in her sex twisting and rubbing, finding the places within her that made her shudder and gasp. And then, then, finally, it began to thrust into her, impaling her hot, eager pussy, her body already aching from pleasure when it had barely started on her.

All she could do was savor the heat, the thickness, the sheer force of each thrust inside her, while the rest of the dungeon’s flesh toyed with her to the point of unreason. She suckled the breeder in her mouth while tiny, delicate touches toyed with her nipples and clit, rippling along the lips of her pussy, and what felt like sharp but gentle teeth nipping at her throat. It didn’t take her long to cum again, though part of her wasn’t sure she had ever really stopped, and with it she felt the rise of pleasure from the tendrils filling her. She moaned, welcoming the surge of hot, sticky seed into her depths, feeling it pump inside her while spilling into her mouth. Shayma swallowed it down, licking at the tip while some of the gentler touches on her body changed.

Now those teeth found her breasts, biting softly, pricking a little against her skin, then her nipples, and then at her sex, nibbling and tugging at her folds while it fucked her. They even teasingly brushed against her clit, making her shudder and clench over the cock inside her, toes splayed as she tried to push back against it. Her world had narrowed to being pleasured, and her pussy squeezed the breeder filling her with an eager hunger, wanting to feel more, feel it fill her again. She felt it coming again, and her body trembled with anticipation as another rush of thick, hot seed flooded her, pumping hard enough to feel every spurt over her tongue and inside her. And with it came something much larger, an immense power that picked up her pleasure-addled mind and carried it off.