Pocket Dungeon 3, page 1
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Chapter 1
I’d been using this version of the equipment room for a month and a half, but I still hadn’t gotten used to how much nicer it was than the others before it.
The smooth, white stone walls were cool to the touch as I dropped down from the wall-mounted ladder and onto the wooden floors. The entire space was encapsulated in a soft, warm light from the heavy candle chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and it made the entire place feel almost peaceful, as if it wasn’t the entryway into a dungeon full of monsters that absolutely wanted to kill me and gnaw on my bones as a snack.
I brushed off my jeans as I took a step back from the ladder for Yasha, the gorgeous fox-woman, to follow me down.
And if I stared at her ass a little as she dismounted the ladder, who was really to say?
She blew a strand of fine, reddish-gold hair from her eyes and tugged off the beanie she wore to hide her fluffy ears. They matched the shade of her hair perfectly, and they nearly seamlessly disappeared.
Nearly. There was a reason she wore the hat, after all.
Yasha wore a pair of tight black leggings that hugged her curves in ways that made my mouth water, and she’d paired them with a large green sweater. While the sweater itself didn’t do much to show off her perfect figure, it was meant to hide her tail from any wandering eyes, and as if on cue, as soon as she was situated on her feet in the dungeon, she adjusted her sweater to shake her tail free from hiding.
“You good?” I asked her as I gave her another, admittedly gratuitous, once-over. Her sharp, golden eyes gleamed as she met my gaze, and a grin curled across her lips.
“I am more than good,” she said. “I am ready to vanquish whatever may be in the dungeon.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Good,” I said. “Because I have a feeling we’ll need that energy.”
In the past month and a half, I’d taken it a bit easier on the dungeons and had spaced them out to every couple of days instead of every single day. It wasn’t because I didn’t enjoy the thrill of the dungeons, because I definitely did, and I absolutely enjoyed the gold I was able to bring out, but after everything that went down with William ‘Billy’ Harper, I planned on being a little more cautious.
Sometimes, it still felt like a dream when I thought back to everything and how it played out. Hell, it felt like something out of a movie.
William Harper, a rich asshole who would have made even the likes of Elon Musk seem like a good dude, had systematically and regularly taken advantage of people who wanted nothing more than to make it into the music industry by making them an offer they couldn’t refuse:
Do what he wanted and go into a dungeon for him, bring him back all the money, and he would make their dreams come true. Oh, and if they didn’t, he would kill all of their friends and family and then, eventually, he’d kill them, too.
I’d come across plenty of monsters in my time in the dungeons, but none of them stacked up to Harper.
It had been by pure chance that Harper had decided to set up a studio in my home of Chicago, but it was the second biggest mistake he’d ever made.
The first was abandoning Iris Tucker in a dungeon to die.
Yasha and I came across Iris in a dungeon by happenstance, and the blonde woman frozen in time from 1977 had escaped with us and become a part of our strange little family, and in the end, she’d been the one to pull the trigger and send William Harper back to hell where he belonged.
Unfortunately, Harper hadn’t gone out with a bang or a whimper, but a deeply unsettling warning. He might have died, but the empire of pain he’d built out of manipulation, money, and murder wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.
The thought had been itching at the back, front, and all the other various parts of my mind in the time since his death, and I’d be a liar to say it wasn’t why I was acting with a little more caution than before.
My life was damn good now, and I didn’t want to jeopardize any aspect of it by getting too comfortable, especially not when I knew there were still bad guys out in the nebulous somewhere.
It wasn’t just me I needed to look out for either, but Iris and Yasha, and hell, even Monty.
The squirrely, awkward man had stuck around in our lives, and in fact, Iris was with him now at his music shop. She wasn’t nearly as interested in the dungeons as Yasha and I– for obvious, trapped in one for fifty years, reasons– and so she sat most of them out and hung around Monty’s place where she could have access to as much music and all the instruments she could ever want.
As much as I would have loved the other woman to accompany me and the fox-woman into dungeons, I was equally as thrilled she’d found things that made her happy and fulfilled.
She’d been through a lot, and I couldn’t imagine having to get used to an entirely new world besides the one I knew.
It was something she and Yasha both had in common, and both women were doing incredibly well.
My thoughts only got away from me for a few seconds before the familiar, strange voice that always poured into the equipment room as if via intercom broke me from my reverie.
We were in a level twenty dungeon, and we had only an hour and a half to get out.
The words sent a shiver down my spine, while at the same time, adrenaline started to course through me.
“That is not much time,” Yasha remarked, and her tail flicked, as though the notion of only an hour and a half displeased her.
“No, it isn’t, not for a level twenty,” I agreed. Not only was this a level twenty dungeon, it was a double crystal dungeon.
The two of us were damn good at what we did, which meant we were damn good at dungeons by now, but that didn’t exactly make me feel better at the moment. It would never do me any good to get complacent and sloppy when it came to literally fighting for my life in a dungeon.
“Come on,” I told the sexy fox-woman and nodded to the wooden lockers on the wall. “Let’s get equipped and get a move on.”
Yasha nodded in agreement and made her way over toward the lockers designed to hold our equipment before I did. My focus on the task at hand was momentarily shattered as I glanced around the equipment room.
A frown creased my face as I looked for the familiar sight of a chest on the ground, only to come up with nothing.
Weird.
Mimic, the chest mimic that until recently had been in every equipment room I’d ever been in, had disappeared. It had been a few dungeons now where upon finishing and returning to the equipment room, he’d been absent. I didn’t know what to think of it, and even Yasha, who’d been raised to fight in the dungeons, had no idea what to make of it.
She wasn’t that worried, but considering she and Mimic didn’t seem to think much of one another, I figured she probably was relieved to find the chest mimic had vanished.
But it rubbed me the wrong way. Something was strange about his absence in a way that gnawed at the back of my mind.
“Wes,” Yasha’s accented voice pulled my attention away from my thoughts of Mimic, and I looked over in her direction.
My mouth went very, very dry at the sight.
Yasha was entirely naked.
Her golden eyes roamed over my body with a clear and obvious hunger as she stood before me without a stitch on.
I tried not to drool as I studied her perfect, curving hips, then the swell of her breasts, and the way her tail curled perfectly around her body and flicked with obvious delight.
“Yasha,” I all but croaked.
Logically, I knew she’d been undressing so she could change into her preferred armor for the dungeon. She wore a pale green, armored dress with matching arm bracers and boots the majority of the time we ventured into a dungeon together, but now that she was naked in front of me, all I could think about was kissing her.
And so I did.
I cleared the distance between the two of us in three steps, then I reached up and took her sharply pointed face in my hands. I pulled her closer to me so that the swell of her shapely breasts and her perky nipples pressed against my chest as I captured her lips in a desperate kiss.
She met my mouth eagerly and slinked her arms up and around my neck as she melted into my embrace.
The kiss was hot and passionate, but it wasn’t rushed. Sure, in the dungeon itself we might have only had an hour and a half to get in and out, but right now we didn’t have that sort of problem.
We could spend as long as we wanted in the equipment room, and right now, I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life standing here kissing Yasha el-Nasir.
The sexy warrior woman’s body molded up against mine perfectly, like that was what it had been made to do, and she arched into my touch as I moved one of my hands down from her face to press into the small of her back and bring her even closer to me.
“Wes,” she sighed my name into my mouth as my hand brushed the base of her tail.
I felt a shiver run through her body at the slight touch, and I didn’t hesitate to re
Yasha gave a sharp sound in the back of her throat and broke out of the kiss to all but purr in pleasure.
Yeah, the dungeon could fucking wait.
I reached down to simply pick Yasha up off of the ground, and she wrapped her legs around my hips without hesitation.
“Fuck,” I grunted as she rolled her body against mine and rubbed against the rapidly growing bulge in my jeans. My dick ached with need, and Yasha clearly knew this.
The fox-woman palmed my erection over my pants and began to deftly undo the button and zipper with quick, skilled fingers as I kissed down from the edge of her jaw, all the way down her neck, to her bare, ever so slightly freckled, tanned shoulder.
Even her skin tasted sweet, and she practically melted against me with each new touch.
Her hand slipped into my jeans as I moved to set her on the edge of the massive, grand table that took up the vast majority of the equipment room.
“Fuck,” I gasped out as her hand curled around my dick, and she began to stroke me. She was unfairly good at it, and every time she touched me, I thought I might die from how good it felt.
“I wish to feel you inside me,” Yasha murmured in a low, throaty tone. “I wish to feel the swell of your cock buried in me.”
She spread her legs out as she scooted back on the table just a little, and I saw just how wet her tight pussy was. It practically gleamed in the candlelight of the chandelier, and I thought I might have died and gone to heaven.
How was it possible I was able to do this every day? This woman was so sexy it was going to kill me, and hell, I wouldn’t even be mad. What a fucking way to go.
“Yeah?” I murmured as I caught her lips in another kiss. I moved one of my hands down to stroke at her slit just to feel the way she shuddered and arched at the touch.
“Yes,” Yasha gasped against my mouth as I slid a finger inside her dripping pussy. “Yes.”
A grin spread across my face as I continued to stroke and tease even more sharp, breathless little sounds from her mouth as I fucked her on my fingers for a few dragging seconds.
Her eyes were dark and wild as they met mine, and she grasped at my leather jacket with her sharp nails to pull me in closer, like she could simply pull me all the way inside of her.
The sight of such a gorgeous woman, clearly dying for me to fuck her, was nearly enough to make me cum then and there, but I held the urge off as I pulled my fingers out of her slowly.
Yasha tilted her head back and gave a low, keening groan that came from deep within her throat, and in that moment, I slid inside of her.
Her groan turned to a sharp gasp as I buried myself inside of her hot pussy all the way to the hilt. She seemed like she was built just for me, and she dropped her head down to the crook of my neck as she gasped and panted out my name.
Her low voice rasped with pleasure as I let her get used to the way I felt inside of her, and as I did so, I reached back around to begin stroking her tail once again.
The added sensation made Yasha’s eyes snap open and her back arch so far I was worried she’d hurt herself, but at the same time, it forced my cock even deeper inside of her.
I was going to die like this, holy fucking shit.
“Yeah? Does that feel good?” I asked her as I slowly began to move.
“Yes,” she whined. “Yes, yes, yes. It is so big.”
She squirmed on my cock as I picked up the pace until I was fucking into her without hesitation. She writhed and clung to me with each thrust, and our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.
“Wes,” she panted out my name. “Wes.”
The sound of it falling from her lips was one of the sweetest things I’d ever heard, and I began to fuck her even harder, just so I could hear her say my name like that again.
Heat and pleasure curled in my stomach and slithered throughout my entire body as the two of us moved in perfect sync with one another. I didn’t think I’d be able to last much longer with the way her tight, slick pussy felt like it was spasming around my cock. Every thrust made her clench even tighter, and I was pretty sure that if we kept this up, I was going to see God.
But before I could have a truly holy experience, Yasha’s entire body went rigid as she let out a sharp, breathless cry and came without warning all over my cock.
“Yessssssss,” she cried out, and I didn’t slow down my pace.
I continued to fuck her through her orgasm until my own was upon me, and I released inside of her with a low grunt.
My own pleasure rocketed through me as the two of us fucked on the table as both of our orgasms overtook our bodies. The sexy fox-woman clung to me, and before I could even think about pulling out, I was hard once again, and a second orgasm crept up on me.
“Again,” she panted. “Again. Cum inside of me again, Wes, please. I want to feel your seed inside me even deeper.”
“Fuck me,” I gasped, and who was I to deny a request like that?
I exploded inside of Yasha with a cry of relief, and as if my own pleasure was enough to set her over the edge alone, Yasha came again at the same time.
The two of us moved together in perfect sync as we came, and I milked as much cum as I could to spill inside her, just like she asked.
By the time we were finished, both of us were sweat slicked and breathing heavily, and I felt a deep contentment settle into my bones.
“Fuck,” I huffed out the word as I slowly, and a little begrudgingly, pulled out of her pussy. I could have stayed buried there all day, but unfortunately, while there wasn’t a time limit to staying in the equipment room, it wasn’t smart to stay in here all day.
We’d driven to somewhere secluded and far from the apartment to enter the crystal, that way no one would be able to locate where we lived and we wouldn’t knock out all the damned power in the building in the process, but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t find the crystal if they looked hard enough.
That thought was probably the only thing that really made me pull out, because I wanted absolutely nothing more than to stay inside of Yasha until I died.
“I am so full of your seed,” Yasha said with a pleased sigh. “I enjoy the way it feels.”
Well, great. Now I wanted to go again already.
I thought of the least sexy things I could, like tax evasion-- no, that was still kind of sexy.
Like when Band-Aids pull on your hair when you pull them off.
Yep. Better.
“Come on,” I panted out and took a step back from Yasha for our own good. “We need to get equipped so we can get going on this dungeon.”
Yasha sighed, but the fox-woman slid off the table and gave a pleased little stretch, very much like a cat, before nodding.
“You are right,” she said.
Even though I knew another round of sex was off the table, I still watched her with rapt focus as she headed back over to her locker to quickly dress in her usual armor.
The next thing she pulled out of the locker was her wickedly sharp katana. The blade was elegant and suited the fox-woman perfectly, and she always wielded it like an extension of herself.
I was getting better with my own sword, Phantom Doomslayer, but I was still nowhere near as proficient as Yasha was with her weapon.
Not that it was a competition. Frankly, I was glad to have such a competent swordswoman and warrior at my side.
While Yasha equipped herself, I pulled out my own armor and weapons from my locker. Without Mimic around, we’d recently had to put away our own equipment and sort it out, and I had to say I missed the weird little guy’s organizational system.
Plus, I missed the way he could eat the weapons and other loot we got from the chests in the dungeon and give us gold in return. He’d begged for so long for something to eat, and now that I finally had a surplus of weapons I didn’t want or need, he was nowhere to be found. There was something tragically poetic about it.
And the damn dinky swords were taking up a lot of space, and I wanted them gone.
The first thing I did was strap on my Smelter’s Maile.
Smelter’s Maile
Dexterity: +3
Stamina: +1
Strength: +1
Fire Resistance: +3
While wearing the Smelter’s Maile, gain control over the fire burning within your heart.
