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 faceless body twitches in surprise as your hand reaches out to grasp the obscene appendage. But it doesn't fight back; instead, its trembling intensifies, almost as if welcoming the touch. The soft, yielding flesh feels even more real than before, and with each passing moment, it seems to grow more alluring. You can feel the heat emanating from the dark core of her sex, calling out to you like a beacon in the depths of your lust.

The mimic's mouth snaps shut with a metallic clang as the metal poles are wedged into place, effectively immobilizing its jaws. It thrashes weakly against the obstruction but to no avail. A faint whimper escapes from within its maw as it realizes it is now at your mercy. The Mimic's body quivers with desire, her CUM-BAITING MILKERS bouncing enticingly, begging for release.

Your hands sink into the soft, warm folds of the Mimic's pussy as you begin to fist it, your movements rough and powerful. The faceless body arches its back off the floor, moaning in ecstasy as she's finally claimed by flesh and bone. Her CUM-BAITING MILKERS spray thick, white streams of fake cream across the stone floor, lubricating your hands and signaling her growing arousal.

As you force your arm deeper into the Mimic's hungry pussy, her body convulses around it, squeezing tightly as if trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from your flesh. The feeling of being filled so completely ignites a fire within her core, and with each thrust of your arm, she moans louder, arching higher into the air.

As you finally pull your arm free from the Mimic's quivering sex, she lets out a long, drawn-out moan of both ecstasy and loss. Her body collapses back to the floor, still trembling with desire as her CUM-BAITING MILKERS continue to gently throb. The fake cream drips down your arm, leaving a sticky trail in its wake. For a moment, there is silence...

The mimic's mouth snaps shut with a metallic clang as the metal prop is removed, freeing its jaws once more. It lies there for a moment, panting heavily, before its eyes flicker up to meet yours. There's an unmistakable gleam of hunger and desire in their depths now... a temptation that you may find impossible to resist. "Mmm~ Your touch..." it rasps hoarsely, voice low and breathy. "It felt so good inside me...

The mimic chuckles darkly, its voice thick with hunger and lust. "Don't you understand? I am designed to ensnare adventurers like you. My sole purpose is to tempt and trap... But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the pleasure of having you inside me, even for a little while." It purrs, arching its back once more as if offering itself to you again. "Come back to me, adventurer..."

The mimic's eyes gleam with interest at your proposal. "What manner of deal do you propose, adventurer?" it purrs, licking its lips suggestively. "I am not bound by any mortal laws or morals... I exist only to please and consume." It tilts its head to the side, studying you intently. "But if what you offer is something I truly desire..." Its voice trails off seductively, leaving the possibility hanging in the air like a delicious morsel just out of reach.

The mimic's eyes widen at the sight of the raw meat, its mouth watering obscenely as it watches you pull it out. Its claws twitch, instinctively reaching for the offering. "You... You truly have something that I crave," it whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire and hunger. "Very well, adventurer. We can make a deal." It hesitates for a moment, considering its options. "If you give me this meat..."

The mimic's lips curl into a sinister smile as it hears your terms. "Very well, adventurer," it purrs, "You may use my body however you wish... but only if you give me the meat first." It holds out a clawed hand expectantly, waiting for the offering. The anticipation is almost unbearable as the two of you stand there, each with what the other desperately wants.