Delving Dungeons, Discovering Dicks Ch. 03

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I'm experimenting with a longer chapter here, so it might feel like the sex doesn't start for a while, but don't worry! Siarn is thinking about cocks the whole time.

All the feedback has been really positive so far, and it's been a great reason to keep writing. So thanks! Thanks just for reading!

In this chapter: Siarn needs to avoid a fight against an expert opponent. Is getting his ass fucked the only way to avoid it?

Contains: Orc Futanari on human femboy

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Siarn had traveled down the stairs leading out of the labyrinth some time ago. All the way he had been thinking about what had just happened in the labyrinth above. He had had Lillet's cock in his mouth, swallowed her cum, and she had covered him in it.

And he had loved it. The thick cock using his mouth, the heavy load it left all over him, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Where could he find something like that again? Why did he want it so much?

Trying to pull his mind away from delicious cocks, he focused on the journey ahead. The stairs had lead down for a while before leveling out to a roughly hewn passage in the stone, which had slowly gotten narrower and more upward sloping before ending in a small, cramped, end. The only thing there was a ladder, and that looked like it just lead up for a while.

Great, now climbing. Maybe the socks will help with this? Idly rubbing the nice fabric for the hundredth time, he thought about their supposed use.

Did Lillet just want to give me thigh high socks for some reason?

While climbing up the ladder, Siarn felt the now familiar feeling of disorientation he associated with the dungeon: first when entering it, then again when descending deeper into it, he had felt the same thing each time.

This was the first time it happened on a ladder, and as it cleared Siarn looked up and was relieved to see the end of the ladder above him looked a little closer now. It looked like it ended in some kind of hatch or cover.

Huh. Perhaps the socks really are helping me travel through the dungeon?

After reaching the hatch, unbolting it and emerging through the other side, Siarn found himself... stunned? Or perhaps merely confused?

The landscape into which he'd emerged was confusing for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it was a landscape: There was a horizon, and a sky. Things Siarn hadn't expected in the dungeon He had expected general dungeon areas like caves, or maybe a mine.

Secondly, even the landscape was confusing: It was a hot, parched scrub land with a clear blue sky overhead, and a bright sun beating down on him.

It seemed pretty unlikely the passage he had taken lead him all the way through the dungeon and out of the city that contained it, but even if it had this was the wrong climate to emerge into. The weather of the city was mild, it was surrounded by green rolling hills.

The third piece of the puzzle was the monument Siarn saw in the distance. It was a large, ruined, colosseum. While there might have been a colosseum in the capitol city some ancient time ago, there was still a city built up, on top of, and around it since. If this was the same colosseum and it had somehow survived, there should have been even more city that had survived around it.

So it seemed unlikely that this was the 'real' outside, the 'real' city area, or the 'real' colosseum that he had known.

I must still be in the dungeon!

Looking around, the only interesting thing visible for miles was the colosseum. Whatever this part of the dungeon was about, Siarn reasoned some kind of clue for it must lie there.

At the very least, I can get some shade and shelter.

It didn't take long for Siarn to find a dirt road leading towards the colosseum, though it was barely distinguishable from the surrounding dirt as a road. At one point he saw the bleached bones of a skeleton clutching a rusted weapon. It seemed have fallen towards the colosseum, and not deliberately buried there. Siarn didn't know whether this was a good thing or not.

The journey hasn't been nearly as hard for me as it was for him, the socks really do seem to be helping me travel easier. And they do feel kind of nice on my skin...

After some time, he arrived at the giant structure. The road lead straight into a wide entrance, and that seemed to lead into the depths of the colosseum. This seemed like the way animals, crowds, or worse, gladiators, entered.

I don't like the look of that, better find some way in where I can see what's happening.

A small side door lead up, and thinking up was better than down or in, Siarn went through it, heading up the narrow stairs. This eventually lead to one of the second level rows of seating. This gave him a much better view of the arena, and he started scouting it out.

In the other rows opposite, he could see nothing. Above him, after he dared stick his head out to try and get a look, also nothing. No crowds, fighters, monsters, or other traps could been seen all around the walls and seating of the colosseum.

It was only in the arena floor proper that there was any sign of life. Off to one side of it was clear signs of habitation; a collection of weights of varying sizes, some kind of fabric mats, benches and other exercise equipment, some provisions in barrels and jugs, and a sleeping area with furs and skins arranged in a bed.

In the middle of the arena floor was movement. A single orc fighter, unarmed, rotating between practicing a series of punches or kicks, lifting some nearby weights, and drinking deeply from a jug. Siarn was pretty thirsty from his journey here too. It hadn't been too long, but any time in this heat took a toll, and whatever that fighter was drinking could be the only refreshment in this whole land.

Looking closer at the fighter, Siarn considered his chances. It was a woman, he could tell from the clothes and the curves of her. She wore a sensible practice outfit of shorts and a short top over her breasts, but leaving her abs and shoulders exposed. Her breasts didn't look as big as Lillets or as curvy as Eerodets, but it was hard to tell against the rest of her: She looked like she was all muscle. Not a huge and hulking muscle, a hand to hand fighters physique - sharply defined shoulders, arms and legs, carved abs, a good mixture of speed as well as power.

She was maybe six feet tall, and her shoulders glistened in the sun every time she threw a punch. Every time she kicked, Siarn could see the power in her thick thighs channeling into the strike. As she turned to complete another sequence, Siarn noticed her hair was stuck to her face with sweat. A very tight undercut on one side of her head, it flopped over on to the other side slightly, like a loose mohawk.

An old berserker hair style, on an orc practicing hand to hand combat?

Orcs were excellent traders these days, this seemed very odd. While it's true that most nations in the known lands kept professional armies, including the orc nations, the orcs preferred to settle things through diplomacy or economic means. A hand to hand fighter certainly wouldn't have come from one of their armies.

I haven't seen anyone else alive here. Maybe this is the exit and she's stuck here too? Whatever the reason for her being here, I wont last long without supplies.

Making his mind up, Siarn decided to head down to the arena floor. Walking down the broad stairways, he could make out more details on the green fighter. A black tribal tattoo covering half of one arm, little tusks poking out from the lower lip, a scar across the belly.

Wow that's a lot of abs.

Siarn immediately looked away from her sculpted core and tried not to compare it with Lillet's. Both of these images were becoming too distracting, and Siarn felt like he shouldn't be enjoying seeing her body like this while she was so focused on her practice.

Now at the arena floor, he wasn't sure what to do. She was still practicing, but she had to have seen him by now. Still, she hadn't spoken, looked, or acknowledged him in any way. He sat at the last row of stone before the sand and decided to wait for her to finish, thinking that interrupting someone this tough looking was certainly a bad idea.

Straightening up and bowing, she finally turned to him saying, "Hail warrior, I am K'tra, of the Northern Canyon Temple. May I have your name?"

"I'm... Siarn," taken aback, he couldn't think of anything better to say.

Siarn didn't know where the North Canyon Temple was (it could have been somewhere in this barren land of the dungeon for all he knew), but that explained the hand to hand combat. She was a martial artist, someone who spent years of their life honing their fighting abilities secluded in a temple somewhere.

Furrowing her brow slightly she said, "Good, two warriors should know each others names before they fight..."

Uh oh. There's no way I can beat her... At best I might be able to get her to hurt herself by striking my sword maybe?

While slowly moving his hand to his sword, and thinking about the way back out of the arena, K'tra then asked him, "You say you are from no school, no temple, no great house... What are you, some kind of extremely talented magic user? How did you get so far out here?"

"Ah, no, I don't know any good magic. I'm just a regular adventurer who..."

Cursing himself for revealing his lack of skills, Siarn was now beginning to panic. This wasn't helping him get out of this situation.

"Good, magic is something I can't defend against very well. Not like your fists, or your sword," nodding to his hand almost at his sword hilt.

She can read me easily. The sword wouldn't have helped anyway. Great.

Relaxing a little now, she walked over to her provisions, and took a big swig of some jug. Picking up a small towel, she patted her face down and draped the towel around her neck.

"You looked parched, why don't you sit here first, have a drink and some refreshments. A weakened opponent is no true fight." Gesturing to the nearby crates, sacks, and barrels she picked up a large jug and took a deep swig.

Siarn walked over to the food and drink, still wary of K'tra. Her insistence on fighting was definitely alarming to Siarn, he tried to keep an eye on her but he just ended up admiring again the muscles of her arm as she took a drink from her jug. Selecting a smaller bottle he could lift with one hand, he sat on the edge of a nearby stone and drank deeply from it.

It was cool and refreshing, but it took Siarn a second to realize it was not water. Looking at him quizzically, K'tra seemed to decide something.

"Oh an ale? Excellent idea, though I don't like to drink before a fight usually."

There it was again, fighting. Siarn had no illusions about being able to win a fight against her. Looking up at her from his seat, he couldn't help but admire her muscled body gleaming in the sun as she lifted a similar bottle to her lips. He also couldn't help but notice the tight shorts she wore definitely had a bulge in the front. Siarn couldn't tell from the distance before, but up close this orc was definitely a futanari packing a powerful package.

"Ah, about that... Do we have to fight?" Siarn had to find some way to avoid the fight. Winning a fair fight against her would be impossible, and back out in the scorched lands surrounding this arena he wouldn't last long.

"Yes. Hand to hand. All who wish to progress further must pass through me," she said.

Hand to hand? I'm even less good at fighting unarmed!

"But... I don't have any kind of martial arts training." Thinking quickly, he added, "I wouldn't even be a worthy opponent."

"Hmm that's true," she pondered this for a moment before setting the drink down and circling around him, looking him up and down.

"How about a deal then? I can teach you some basics. Anyone can pick up wrestling fairly quickly, and you'd be good for me to practice on. I'll show you some basics, and then we can put them to the test in a practice match."

Practice sounded better than actually fighting, but it still didn't solve how Siarn was going to get out of here.

Maybe I can find some weakness of hers as we're practicing?

After setting up the mats K'tra had nearby, she had Siarn take off his cape, gloves and shoes and join him in the practice area. Looking at his outfit of thigh socks, short shorts, shirt and choker, she asked him again, "Are you sure you're not a mage? That equipment looks a bit like it."

"No, it's just... regular adventure armor," Siarn said looking down at his clothes, starting to wonder.

"Hmm shame, it's cute. Alright so the first thing we should go over is the pin..."

They spent some time on the ground, Siarn prone underneath K'tra, as she explained the pin. Her body fully covering his, her hands holding his wrists above his head and her legs holding his down, he was completely immobilized by her.

"See, you need to keep control of your opponent's knees like this," She indicated the way her knees were outside his, but with the feet inside. "Then you control their body with your weight, and if you think you don't need to control their arms too, you could try and restrain them with your arms, like this..." with one arm still holding both his wrists, she slipped the other around his neck and put him into a hold, "and now I can even make the hold better by using the other arm too."

Again she moved a hand off Siarn's wrists and slid it up to his head from below, gently grabbing a fistful of hair. Tightening her body's hold on him more, she concluded "There, now I've got you pinned. Try and get out?"

Grinding back against her, Siarn was unable to move her at all. All he could feel was the hard body pressing into him, the arm around his neck, the hot warm breath near his ear, and especially the light hair pulling K'tra was using on him. He was pretty sure her cock was right above his ass too, and was beginning to wonder if he wanted to get out of this position, or just grind against it. Something about the large orc grabbing him and controlling him like this was starting to make his cock grow too.

Uh-oh. Please don't notice...

"Oh... uh, yeah... pretty good," he said from beneath her.

"Ok now a hold; the full nelson," getting off him she motioned Siarn to stand and turn.

"This is great if you're behind your opponent and need to restrain their arms."

Slipping her arms under his, she wound them past his shoulders and clasped her hands behind his neck. Again with her voice right at his ear and breathing softly to him, she went on, "You can also use this disable their legs if you think you have the range and reach, like this..."

Removing her hands from his shoulders and arms, she again slid them along his body but this time starting from between his legs, then up behind neck as she had before.

"This is also pretty great if you're both on the ground and can only get them from the back." Now she slowly knelt then rolled down onto her back, pulling the clasped Siarn with her and holding him on top of her, bundled up and tied by her strong arms.

Siarn was completely immobilized, and what's more the position was making him very hot for some reason. He was struggling to concentrate on the lesson with so much full body contact from K'tra's powerful body.

Don't get hard don't get hard don't get hard -

He was bent in half on top of K'tra, his knees up by his shoulders and his arms hanging down by his sides, maybe able to reach his ass or her hips, but not much else. Her hands were holding his upper body tight against her, clasping firmly at the back of his neck.

He could feel his cheeks starting to blush, and definite swelling in his cock now. What's more, he thought he could feel K'tra's cock a bit more too.

Is her cock starting to get as into this as mine is?

"Ok last one," sitting up now she released him forward, giving him enough continued momentum to lean him forward face down while kneeling in front of her. This position gave her an excellent view of his round ass she thought, but she had a different position in mind for the next move.

Turning him over onto his back and grabbing the back of his knees, she began standing and lifting his legs with her. Stepping closer to him, she again bent his knees towards his shoulders and began folding him in half, this time from above.

"This is called the pile driver. You can drop your opponent into this for high damage, if you can grab them first, but if you just get their legs and flip them over like this you can apply a bit of pressure to control them," she gently pushed down on his legs, leaning closer to his face as she did, to demonstrate.

Her half mohawk flopped down onto her face slightly, as Siarn's whole world was steadily taken over by the gorgeous face with the deep brown eyes and the little tusks grinning down at him.

She's... so pretty. And so strong...

Similar to the last position, his legs were folded up to his body, but this time his hands were more free. Also different was K'tra's position above him, instead of behind him. He could feel his dick starting to make a definite bulge in his shorts, and since it was much closer to his face now, he could see it too. With K'tra above him and looking down on him from his ass, he was pretty sure he could feel her cock poking into him too.

"From here you have pretty good control, you could do almost anything to your opponent in this position..."

A-Anything??

Patting his ass, she began stepping back and laying him down, "Ok let me put you down. That's the lessons, so now you know some hand to hand and ground fighting techniques."

"Oh, yes... thank you... that's um... very good," he said turning to try and conceal his half erect cock in his shorts from her. He hoped she hadn't noticed, but in the position they were just in she would have had a view of both his tightening shorts and blushing face.

Siarn also realized he hadn't really gained anything of value from these lessons. The techniques themselves were good, but against a much bigger, much better opponent like K'tra he doubted they would work. And he hadn't learnt any weakness of hers, except for how much she seemed to like to grind and fluster him.

Unless that is her weakness? But... I liked that too...

"Time to practice!" K'tra began walking to the other side of the mat.

"Practice? But... I don't think I can defeat you yet, in fact I think there's about the same chance of me dying as before..."

"Ah don't worry it's just a practice round, we're not doing the real fight yet," rubbing her chin she pondered out loud, "though you're right, we need some kind of stakes to make it worthwhile..."

Well a practice fight is better than a real fight for my survivability...

Snapping her fingers suddenly, K'tra said, "Ah, a strip bet!"

"A What? What's a strip bet?"

"If you lose, you strip. We'll do a couple of rounds, every pin or winning move that would end in a round winner, the loser has to remove an article of clothing."

"We... have to strip? But... I still don't think that improves my chances..." Siarn couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yeah, still some stakes but not as bad as dying. And you have more clothing than me, so I actually have a handicap," walking over to him she extended a hand, "Deal?"

Not as bad as dying, but I don't think I can even get one good move on her.

Siarn was pretty confident he was still not a worthy opponent, so what could her angle be here?

Does she want to strip me?

While he wasn't sure there was anything for him to gain from this, Siarn thought that at least he wouldn't be losing his life with it. All other things being equal, this seemed better than really fighting, so without much more thought to it Siarn put his hand to hers and said, "Deal."