Elinora and the secret dungeon

The beautiful elven girl Elinora hasn’t lived an easy life. As an adventurer when she stumbled upon a forgotten dungeon she cant help but explore.

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Elinora had grown accustomed to being alone, at the age of 10 orcs attacked her village. It was completely razed by the greenskins. Her father died protecting the family as they fled, mother was grabbed after tripping in the dark forest. Scared and alone the elven girl was alone. The gods had taken some mercy upon Elinora as she stumbled into the camp of kind adventures. The group offered her food for her starving belly, the meager meals of wild berries kept her alive. In return for their kindness she tried to be useful around the camp. She knew simple spells that made cleaning and starting fires easy. Given a small short bow she was able to help hunt just like she had with her father. That was how the orphan found a new family with these wanderers.

Years went by, some members died, some left the group in search of a different life. Elinora’s skills grew, she could easily use daggers, shorts swords, bows were her most skilled weapons. Her body also changed from looking like a child to more of a woman’s. Her bust grew into a perky set of b cups, ass was firm from all the days spent walking, her elven blood also came with its natural beauty. She was finding the sexual advances bothersome when traveling, humans always took an unhealthy interest in her. Some places they acted like sex starved beasts groping her body in hopes they would mate. After a handful of brawls between her companions and locals at the inns she started secluding herself to camping. Whenever she did have to enter a town her hair would be up in such a way as to hide her pointed ears, a cloak draped over her body.

Even then there would be issues just from her being a woman. Her life of traveling with companions came to an end as the last of her adopted family passed away in a brutal fight against a goblin horde. They were the only ones who remained that saw her as the scared girl she had once been. In the celebrations after the fighting those she believed to be friends got drunk and attempted to violate her. They rambled about how her guardian angels were gone and if she wanted to keep her place she had better spread those legs. The man who touched her came alone into her tent, she lost a place to call home and he lost his life. Her dagger punched through his neck, grabbing what she could in a hurry she bolted.

No longer wanting to live among the human’s ‘civilized society’ she planned to return to elven lands. For months she stalked the fringes of their world, keeping to thick woods and wild plains. Hunting to survive, only coming to town for gear she could not make herself. At 16 she was a figure of beauty, her body athletic with flawless curves. White scars marked battles with monsters that proved more difficult than she had been prepared for. One such scar ran across her scalp from the claws of a particularly large dire wolf. In this life of being hunter and wanderer she found some peace. Peace with what happened to her family as a cycle of life. Peace with how her life went as an adventurer and peace with what happened with the man at the end. During this time of lone wandering she went from blissful ignorance of the world of sex and lust to having a yearning hunger inside.

Mother nature saw fit to turn her into a full woman, monthly her body purged the unborn. On many occasions she felt an overwhelming urge to reproduce quelled only by touching herself in solitude. The intense burst of pleasure that came from that special touch was intoxicating. The urges started to call just about every night, it was then she understood why humans were so sexual. Elinora kept making her way back toward the elven lands on foot, camping, hunting, and finding secluded quiet places to experience orgasms under the stars. At the pace she moved and given what she knew it would be at least a year before she reached the outskirts of her people’s land. As one who once ventured into the forgotten areas of the world during her trip through the deeper wilderness she occasionally found ruins. Most looked to be lost settlements, probably raided by barbarians or war. On one occasion she found an ancient tower, parts crumbled from the forces of nature. Searching it carefully she found the highest level to be difficult to reach. The stairs inside had either rotted to be unusable or were devoured by wood eating creatures. She looked up from the outside and found a gaping hole from where a lookout used to be. She had climbed the side, the worn stones were easy enough to grip and climb with her slender hands. The issue came in the form of endurance, she had to push through. With shaky legs and a heaving chest she flopped against the floor at the top.

Once she recovered Elinora looked around, immediately she noticed the skeleton laid out against a stone altar. She gave a silent prayer for the dead and thanked them that their home still provided shelter. There wasn’t much left of interest, the old bookshelves were full of molded destroyed things. Going to the old altar there was something of note, an old leather bound book. Its pale hide, smooth and unadorned by inscription yet she could sense the magic protection. Touching the book she felt a sharp pain in her index finger as a droplet of blood leaked against its spine. Yanking her hand away she glared at the tome making sure it wasn’t trapped. Satisfied that it wasn’t she reached out again and was able to effortlessly lift it. The protection was still in place but maybe something about how it drew her blood gave her ownership? She couldn’t be sure but opening to its first page she learned this was a spell tome. Studying its contents the rest of the day she found it had many spells most of which she never heard of before. She memorized and learned the ones she knew had heard of before while adventuring. Many of the others felt beyond her abilities, she also didn’t know their nature so casting them could prove deadly.

By the next morning she could use fire bolt, light, magic to clean and purify items, a divine bolt, mage hand, and blast. It would take her much longer to learn and understand the more advanced spells in this book. There was a mage she traveled with once that taught her the light spell, calling it a cantrip anyone with a knack for magic can master. Then the magic missile spell she saw in the book he referred to as a true spell, something difficult for people to learn without studies. She was content to have mastered the cantrips, with her bow and blades the advance magic felt like it would be flashy. It was often loud and could alert monsters to your presence easily so alone she planned to not use it unless truly needed.

Another month of travel, some nights she would read the tome trying to unlock its secrets. The longer she spent with it the more she felt she understood and while she didn’t use its contents beyond basic survival needs she always had its deadly spells as an ace in the hole to deal with dangerous creatures. This part of the forest had started to grow quiet the deeper she went till she noticed sunlight ahead. The canopy that was once dense gave way to a massive clearing. Hills marked the area and she even climbed a steep slope that dropped off a sheer cliff on the other side. Looking around it had a rather uniform appearance. Elinora looked over the entire horizon and then a pattern emerged from the hills, it was the layout of a street. The hill she stood on may have once been a wall. This was a forgotten city reclaimed by nature with a tall ivy covered structure at its heart. Curiosity gripped her heart leading Elinora to the forgotten land.

That evening she was inside the massive ancient temple, parts crumbled to time, others had become the backbone from which the Ivy grew upward. Enough stood the test of time for her to explore. The light magic filled the room as she cautiously walked into the silent void. In the basement she found a good spot to make camp, it sat outside a mural. The old carved stone wall looked well preserved, on one side she saw what appeared to be a line of women all going somewhere and fighting. At the center was a nude woman, some symbol marked just below her belly. The other side of thennude figure was men all appeared to be suffering and dying. As she got between the mighty nude woman’s legs she noticed a crack or maybe a faint line. Touching the area a stone door shifted, groaned and swung open either by magic or invisible hinges. The dark opening called to her as if begging to be explored. Leaving a pack at her campsite she left all but the essentials.

She no longer had leather armor, wearing her basic clothing she had a quiver at the small of her back hung at an angle to avoid her legs hitting it. A short sword was sheathed on her left side. A dagger hugged her right thigh, with her weapons she used a light spell but the void of the door didn’t allow her to peer in. With one last deep breath she stepped through, she felt magic wash over her. It felt like many hands all groping and touching her body as she walked through the thick black miasma. It spit her out into an empty chamber. A stone bench set at the center and an everburning torch hung over the next door. She ventured deeper, the silence was chilling, echoing off the walls she started to hear the sound of dripping water. She held her bow, an arrow ready to draw and loose. Everything about this place screamed it was a dungeon, dangerous places filled with creatures. However, killing them yielded parts for potions and magic items, some even had chambers with hordes of gold or items. Anytime a dungeon was found governments would control them gathering the resources and requiring tolls for adventurers. This one was forgotten, the kingdom dead, it was all for her to explore alone.

Elinora was getting closer to where the dripping sound came from, a steady beat from the ceiling to a little crack in the floor with a puddle. As she went past she finally saw the first monster on this floor, a little slime about the size of a pot. Blue in color it slurped across the stone floor moving slowly. Drawing her the arrow it loosed piercing the creature its gelatinous body splattered outward. It started coming her way still alive she started reaching for another arrow. It was too late though, one had crept out of the puddle hidden inside the crack of the stones. Its sticky cool body was hugging her leg, she tried to shake it off but it wouldn’t budge. Panic started to set in, training kicked in and she dropped her bow grabbing her short sword instead. A third slime dropped from the ceiling onto her back as she stabbed at the one on her leg avoiding doing harm to herself. The slimes didn’t seem fazed by any of her physical assault. The one that wrapped around her legs was slinking upward. The other on her back was soaking through her clothes its body stretching and moving. It wasn’t long before she felt an odd tingle, the slimes were hunting her clothing for food.

It started on her back and shoulders, the slime quickly started to dissolve the shirt. She felt a tingle against her skin where it devoured the fabric but it wasn’t harming her. The one on her leg was now between them going for her the shorts she wore. Their sticky slime bodies moving over her skin felt like a bunch of tiny suction as the slurped around. She couldn’t think of a way to remove them, firsts, bows, and blades did nothing but splatter parts of their bodies. She now felt the one between her thighs soak through her panties. Its body rippled and moved against her naked body sending a rush of pleasure up through her spine. Its cool slimy form ate away her clothing, hugged in place where her shorts once were there was a flow to them. She couldn’t help but moan as it felt like the slime was searching for more food. Its body pressed against her clit, “No no! Not there!!” She cried out feeling it push her lips open as if looking to hunt into the crevices of her body.

There were now two slimes on her chest the one she shot at had launch itself against her breasts. Shreds of clothing dropped to the floor as they ate away all but metal and leather. As her breasts became bare if felt like the creature was sucking on her breasts its body enveloped them. The swirling fluid inside was like having hands groping and teasing her. It was the same against her clit as it pressed its body against her pussy spreading her soaked lips. She felt it pressing against her entrance a tendril of its body flowed into her looking for the source of the fluid coming out of her. Moaning she knelt down unable to stand the creatures toying with her sensitive areas. “Fuck… stop….” She wasn’t able to put up a resistance, something about them sent her body into overdrive, the pleasure too much to take and think at the same time. Panting the creatures took their time hunting over her body for any scraps of clothing they could eat. The slime between her legs slipped away some time after she had an orgasm, the others not finding food left her there naked and alone retreating back into the dark.

Laying on the cold stone floor she took some time to collect herself. She was not completely naked, her bow and arrows had been dissolved leaving behind the sinew string. Her blades were untouched, leather sword belt and sheathes like wise remained unscathed. Her breasts were slick with remnants of her gelatinous violators, pussy dripping from a mixture of her fluids and their’s. Her blonde hair a complete mess, the bush between her legs was stuck up from the slime. As she made sure she wasn’t injured and wiped slime from her body she noticed it. The odd heart shaped symbol with runes she didn’t understand was tattooed in a pink hue on her pelvic area. Standing she went about exploring the rest of the floor not able to change her naked state. She also had no idea what effect this tattoo had, possibly it was what made the sexual sensations more pronounced. She had questions but no answers as she wandered the floor. Soon she had the layout memorized, one end she came in at with a door to leave back toward her camp. She found three doors all shut, one was unlocked when she tried the handle, the others locked.

She thought about going back for new clothes, however as she searched the floor more slimes were skulking about. They left her alone now as she had nothing on which they wished to eat. Rather than call it a day just yet she went to the single unlocked door. Slowly she opened it, there was an empty room with a closed chest at the other side. Something about the room had a tingle running down her back. Lightly she stepped inside, the door closed behind her as it refused to be left open. Several torches lit up the room that looked to be the size of a tavern’s great hall. She didn’t dare turn her back to the middle of the room, sticking close to the wall she kept her eyes searching for movement. Once she was half way towards the chest she finally saw the danger that lurked hidden among the cracks of the floor. A massive gelatinous cube rose up from the floor. Its body has been spread out across the damp cool surface below her feet. A tendril tried to coil up her leg but a quick swipe of her short sword shattered its connection to the main body. With blades having proven useless against the slimes she resorted to magic. A small bolt of flame sprung from her outstretched hand crashing into its body with a hiss. Steam sprung forth from the impact as the pink hued monster jiggled at the impact. It seemed unfazed by the attack, a second and third bolt released seemed to slow its movements. It still slowly lurched toward her, body oozing over the flagstones.

She started to smell something sweet in the air, was it possibly the aroma of the creature burning? She wasn’t sure, it took a moment for her to realize that her body was screaming that something was wrong. Her mind was transfixed on killing this thing but now her arms were shaking. Legs quivering, heart racing, nipples grew hard with arousal. The deeper she inhaled the intoxicating aroma the more her mind raced with sexual desires. Her breasts started to feel heavy on her chest, the dark pink buds that tipped them were the point of spears. Her clit was already eager, begging and wanting to be touched. This was a trial of will power against sexuality and Elinora was choking down desire. She had launched several more bolts of flame and noticed that the creature had certainly shrunk in size but the smell was also much stronger. Her body was covered in sweat, she kept the ooze at a constant distance away ignoring her body’s screams for sexual release. The air was warm from her liberal use of fire bolt, she could feel the change on her sensitive breasts. The giant ooze was half its original size, she felt like this was working.

Elinora’s thoughts of victory were quickly dashed as two things happened. First the slime suddenly launched two parts of its body one missed her completely the other struck her chest. The second was the strike to her chest didn’t hurt but it did cause her weakened legs to slip out from under her. The hard stone floor spanked against her ass as she tumbled backward. Her head hit the stones once sending black spots across her vision. As the world snapped into focus she could hear moans in the room, they were her own! The creature had launched a piece of itself but created a slimeling that now latched to her breasts. Like two great big hands with suckling mouths it played with her c cup tits. Her pussy leaking juices from the excitement a part of her was elated to no longer have sexual thirsts denied.

With her vision no longer swam with black dots she tried to search for the main body. It was gone, its presence slipping down between the stones. Her hands empty she tried clawing at the slime hugging her breasts but only succeeded at covering them with its sticky fluid. The first glob that had been thrown launched itself into her bare pussy. “Please no! Not there!!” She let out a sound, a mix of moaning and a cry for help. The slime between her legs was quickly pushing a part of itself at her dripping cunt. The tendril was like two fingers worming deeper inside her till she felt its wet firm gelatinous body knock against her cervix. The pleasure was too much, her body was sent into overdrive from the stimulation and it felt like three orgasms hit her all at once. She was laid out back arched, toes curled as a breathless silent moan escaped. A new sensation filled her warm cunt, a small tendril pushing deeper into her womb now as if hunting for something. She couldn’t think straight from the pure mind breaking pleasure she was enduring. The slime on her chest was still stimulating her, hugging her perky mounds she never had anything suckling at her nipples like this before. She felt like that alone had made her cum once or twice. The one between her legs was sucking and rubbing her clit. Its tendril felt like two pumping fingers inside her tight pussy, she couldn’t handle being fucked like this much longer. Something about this creature enhanced the stimulation as once it was touching her pussy every part of her skin felt like a breath would make her orgasm. It had only been a few minutes since the one between her legs start to do its work and she couldn’t count the orgasms. Her vision was swimming again as it all got to be too much and soon enough she passed out from the pleasure.

Waking up she felt wet from the slimes having been stuck to her. Using magic she cleaned away the jelly remains. The room was once again empty, her pussy ached from all the stimulation and her skin felt like fire was crawling across it. She felt like some parts of the drug it secreted lingered in her system. The chest at the other end of the room was now open and she went to it. Inside was something made of leather, pulling it out she found it to be armor or clothing? Without a pack to stuff the items into she decided to risk the creature’s return to put it on. The top item looked to go on the legs, a pair of sandles with leather covering the shins and back of the legs. Laces ran up the sides to keep it all tight to her body. What she thought were pants disappointed her, there was no crotch or ass covering. There was armor that protected the thighs at the front and thinner soft leather ran down the back with lacing to tie tight. At the waist a belt hugged her hips to help make sure the guards wouldn’t ride down her legs. Below all this was a leather corset, her breasts remained uncovered but suppoted by the cropped item. Two straps ran up from around her bosum to a choker. She managed to get it on only because the laces ran up the sides and not the back. She felt ridiculous someone would craft such an item that left her so exposed. A note was left at the bottom, armor of the egg thief, was all it said. With that she left to camp and rest.

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