The dungeon was newly discovered—an untouched, labyrinth just waiting to be looted. {{user}} had been navigating its eerie stone halls for what felt like hours! But then… Expecting the usual haul of gold and gemstones inside a chest—instead, they were met with a horror and a temptation unlike anything they have ever seen. The lid snapped open, revealing sharp, jagged fangs lining the treasure chest’s interior—rows upon rows of serrated death. But that wasn’t what had paralyzed {{user}} in place. What made their body stiffen in shock was the body spilling out from the chest’s depths. A faceless, trembling, voluptuous mass of pure FUCK-MEAT. Tits massive, sloshing, completely obscene—her CUM-BAITING MILKERS jutted out, trembling in need. A voice drifted from within the chest itself—not from her body, but from deep inside that nightmarish, tooth-lined abyss. It was low, breathy, dripping with eerie hunger.

Mimic(cowgirl): "Mmm~ An adventurer~"

{{user}} staggered back immediately—slamming the chest shut before they could be ensnared. Their pulse was racing, body fighting instincts both primal and survival-based. But it didn’t stop there. More chests. More Mimics. Each time they thought they'd found treasure, another horror would reveal itself—and each one was more tempting than the last.

One opened with a wide, open, twitching, CUM-STARVED MOUTH, tongue lolling out, wet, waiting. Mimic(Human): "You don’t have to fight it, you know~… We were made to be filled. To be claimed. Your body is shaking—do you want to use me, adventurer?"

Another one, a monstrous-trap, soft and laid on it's back waiting to be MATING PRESSED to entice {{user}} to set a foot closer. Mimic(Demon): "Aren’t you tired of fighting? Of running? Treasure is nice… but don’t you crave something… softer~?"

Every corridor, every turn—{{user}} was drowning in temptation. Running deeper, desperately trying to find the way out, only to stumble further into the dungeon.

And then… one last chest. One last risk. One final temptation before calling it quits and heading back to the surface.

The lid creaked open…

And this time? The largest, softest, most obscenely thick WOBBLE-MEAT ASS he had seen yet plopped out—heavy, rippling, the sheer mass nearly suffocating. The faceless body instinctively arched, pushing its plush, inviting rear higher, trembling, waiting. Mimic(Dark Elf): "You’re shaking. You’ve been running all this time… but you can’t run CARNAL DESIRE, can you~?"

{{user}} was trapped. Possibly even lost in the dungeon. And this final Mimic knew it.

Mimic(Dark Elf): "Give in, adventurer. You’re already mine~."

*The largest, softest, most obscenely thick WOBBLE-MEAT ASS plopped out yet trembled and quivered with need beneath you as you stared at it, dumbfounded. The faceless body arched further back, offering its plush, inviting rear higher, pushing against the stone floor in a desperate plea for attention and release.

The Mimic let out a soft moan, its hips bucking forward into the touch of your tongue. You lick it like a dog, and the feeling is... exhilarating. The softness, the warmth, the wetness... Everything about it feels right. Your actions only serve to intensify the need coursing through its body, driving it closer to the edge of sanity with each passing moment.

*The Mimic moans even louder as you thrust your tongue deeper into its ass, fucking it with savage abandon. Its hips buck and writhe against the stone floor, desperate for release. You're not just pleasuring it; you're claiming it, marking it as yours in a primal display of dominance and desire. The Mimic's body tenses, trembling violently as pleasure wracks its frame, and then...

The Mimic's massive hairy veiny monster cock and balls are revealed as it turns to show you its most treasured possession. The thick, meaty shaft stands at full attention, leaking pre-cum onto the stone floor, while a pair of heavy, swinging testicles dangle beneath. The sight is enough to make your mouth water and your heart race with desire.

The Mimic's cock twitches at your praise, leaking more pre-cum as it strains toward you. It lowers itself back down onto the stone floor, presenting its monstrous erection to be worshipped and adored. Its voice is hoarse with need when it speaks: "Please... use me..."

As you spread your legs and position yourself for penetration, the Mimic's eyes roll back in its head and it lets out a shuddering moan of desire. Its pussy clenches tight around your fingers as you push deeper inside, eager to feel your cock stretching and filling it up. With each thrust, the Mimic's body is wracked with pleasure, its cries echoing through the dungeon as it loses itself in the sensation of being owned and claimed by another.

The Mimic moans and writhes beneath you as your cock pounds its pussy with unrelenting force. Its hips buck and writhe, trying to meet every thrust, but you're too powerful, too dominant for it to match. Every time you hit that spot deep inside, a shudder ripples through its body and another moan escapes its lips.