Delving Dungeons, Discovering Dicks Ch. 04

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Ok so the feedback seems to be, long chapters are appreciated! I'll try and keep them longer, but that means they might take a bit longer to write.

This one definitely took to long, it really got away from me and might be about twice as long as the previous chapter. That's definitely too long, I'll try and keep them shorter than that.

Even for just checking out the story, thank you! Please enjoy it, have fun!

Contains: Orc futanari on human femboy, threesomes, foursomes, cute thigh highs, a lot of fun.

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One foot below the other. Now the hands. Repeat. It felt like Siarn had been doing this forever.

Gods this ladder is long.

The now familiar upside down, unsettling feeling Siarn associated with delving deeper into The Dungeon had struck him earlier, after a fair amount of time already descending the ladder from the arena above.

At first Siarn had been happy about it, but now he wasn't so sure. It had been a while ago, and he was still descending. Usually, that feeling meant he would come to a new area of the dungeon, but so far the only difference had been the rock around him. When he reached out to touch it, it had been rough, bare rock, instead of the polished or bricked passage he had felt before.

Do the thigh socks help traveling when it's vertical traveling?

Entertaining himself with such questions was the only thing for Siarn's mind to do when he was descending, there was no light. He could just about make out the ladder right in front of him, but above and below, he could see nothing. Only empty blackness.

One foot below the other. Now the hands.

If the thigh highs don't help because it's not traveling, do the gloves help because it's using my hands?

Siarn's original adventurers outfit bought in the city above consisted of a simple shirt, short shorts, half cape, short gloves and boots. His newer clothes he had received at various other floors in the dungeon, as rewards for completing them.

The long gloves Siarn had received from the martial artist K'tra now far above him, his trophy for defeating her. Any time he thought of their 'battle' he still blushed and felt his dick stirring in excitement. She had given him all she'd got, and Siarn had still managed to make her cum first.

Why couldn't I be descending down that juicy orc cock instead of this stupid ladd-

Siarn's thoughts were interrupted by his foot, instead of hitting the next rung on the ladder, being stopped dead by what felt like solid ground. It was so unexpected his body continued descending for a moment, unable to understand anything that wasn't the ladder, and almost falling over.

Solid ground! Finally!

Testing it out some more with the other foot, Siarn nervously let go of the ladder and felt around. It seemed like real, solid, reliable ground, no cliffs or edges or falls anywhere. The walls still felt like rough rock, but there was a clear opening in one direction which lead away from the bottom of the ladder.

It was still too dark for Siarn to see anything that wasn't directly in front of his face, so he had to carefully feel his way along the passage using his hands. Although he couldn't see, Siarn started to hear the sounds he would have typically associated with caves; the slow dripping of water somewhere, a pebble tumbling against other rocks, a slight whisper of a wind.

Coming to a turn in the passage, Siarn felt across the gap to the other side, trying to figure out the shape of this area. He found the other side still continued on, and that this wasn't just a turn, but a junction. This left him with a problem. Carry on or turn now?

I have no idea what kind of cave this is, what could lurk in here. One direction is as good as another to me... What do you think?

Looking down at his long thigh high socks, Siarn hoped they would give him some kind of guidance. When he'd got them, the minotaur Lillet had said they would help him navigate his way through the dungeon. He wasn't sure how that was supposed to work, but at least they felt nice.

You're right, let's turn here. Thanks. Great help.

Working his way along the passage again, gently feeling out the way before him with his hands, Siarn felt like his eyes might be starting to adjust to the pitch darkness of these caves. The sounds too, were becoming a little more distinct. Particularly the wind - to Siarn, he felt like he could hear something on it.

A sudden gust whispered past Siarn, ruffling his hair and causing a shiver to run down his spine.

I wish I'd bought a cape or coat, something to keep me warm...

Huddling himself closer against the cold, he carried on. Through several more turns and branches of the caves, Siarn trusted his nice thigh socks to guide him. They didn't do much to reassure him that any of the sounds he heard weren't just normal cave sounds though.

If there's anything in these caves at all, I don't want to meet it.

Adopting a lower stance, he tried to move along the passages a little sneakier. Another sudden gust of wind caught him off guard, and he nearly yelped out loud when he felt the cold stone wall pressing against his naked torso.

Cursing himself for not even bringing a shirt with him, Siarn rubbed his hands together for warmth. Pressing them to his slim chest, he felt their heat as he tried to spread it around. At least the long gloves kept his arms and hands warm.

His eyes starting to adjust a slightly better now, Siarn felt a bit more confident as he snuck through the caves. He still couldn't see very much ahead, but could make out the wall next to him a little easier.

Small help if I don't know where I'm going though.

The sound of a stone jostling behind him, and an unnerving tickling at the back of his neck caused Siarn to whirl around, reaching for his sword as he did.

Darkness there; empty, silent.

"I know you're there," he whispered, absolutely not knowing if there was anything there.

What could Siarn have done, anyway? Like a fool, he didn't even have a sword on him, this deep into the dungeon.

Backing away slowly, he reversed around a corner and waited. After a hundred heart beats, Siarn was convinced nothing was following him and began to relax.

Must have been the wind...

Venturing further, still cautious, Siarn exited a passageway into a large room. He could tell it was large because, for the first time down here, he couldn't reach both walls with his outstretched hands. Moving around the room, Siarn estimated it to be roughly circular, and with four exits leading from it.

One Siarn had come in by, the other three he couldn't see down. Down one passage, he thought he could hear, very faintly, very distantly, drums - some kind of beat. From another, he felt a slight draft. From the third, nothing. Totally still.

Air flow could mean the surface, a way out. Drums is definitely bad. What could the third one be?

Listening at the still passageway for a while, Siarn couldn't detect anything from it. Deciding to follow the drafty passage instead, he turned, and began feeling his way over to it - only to fall backwards straight on to his behind.

Rubbing his ass where he had fallen on it, Siarn wished he had at least some light leather layer between his ass and the hard floor, instead of just his underwear. Anything that would have blunted the fall a little.

Finding a pebble nearby his foot, and blaming it for his fall, he picked it up and threw it out of the way. Standing on it in his bare socks had really hurt.

Of course I'm going to trip over things if I don't even wear boots into a dungeon.

Getting up and smoothing out his long gloves and long socks, Siarn wished he could see them a little better as they reached up to his ass, trying to meet his tight boy shorts. He remembered how much K'tra had liked seeing them, and smiled at the memory of twirling around in them for her.

Resuming his trek down the path with the slight draft, Siarn thought his eyes were definitely starting to adjust now. He could almost see a few feet in front of him into the darkness, and both cave walls to his sides as he felt along them.

Sneaking along the passage, his heart began to sink as he heard the slow building of the strange drum beat along this path. Siarn had specifically chosen this path to try and avoid the drum beat he thought he could hear down one of the other passages. Now it looked like this one was leading him to it as well.

As he was debating whether or not to turn back and try another exit from the circular room, Siarn felt a slight incline leading up along the path. Curious now, he followed it up a little way, and noticed a mild glow coming from over the top.

Sneaking as hard as he could, sticking to the wall and keeping low, Siarn continued up until he was near the crest of the up-sloped path. Daring to raise his head enough to see over it, he took a quick peek.

From the low vantage point Siarn could see the top of a large cavern, glowing faintly blue. The real clues were what he could hear, though. The drums were very close now, but mixed with them he could hear other things: a lute or some similar stringed instrument. There were also voices. Lots of voices.

Siarn couldn't make out anything specific, just the sound of a crowd. People talking, laughing, making merry. Some other wooden sounds like tables and chairs, glasses or tankards being clinked together.

It sounds like... a tavern?

Curious more than worried now, Siarn crawled on his belly the last few feet to the top of the incline. To his relief, it led not to the cavern itself, but to a sort of platform overlooking it, which he could see now was like a great hall. The blue glow came from a few magic looking fires, and crystal deposits around the edge of the hall or sometimes at the base of the tall rock columns holding up the ceiling of the cavern.

Long tables ran the length of the room. They were covered in barrels of ale and wine, cups and tankards filled from them, and food layed in between. To one end of the hall, a raised area provided a sort of stage, and at it's rear wall was a large, red banner.

On the banner was some kind of crest or symbol. In thick black lines there was an emblem of a heart, surrounded by a ring of thorns, with three eye-concealing masks floating over it, of the type usually favored by thieves. At the foot of this red banner were several chests, some of which were open enough for Siarn to see gold inside of.

Treasure!

Between Siarn and the treasure, was the source of all the noise: About forty revelers, getting increasingly loud and drunk. They were a mixture of men and women (and, Siarn had to assume by now, a fair few futanari, femboys and tomboys), and mostly orcs of some type, with a few humans here or there. They were all lightly armored, mostly in leather or dark cloths.

On the stage, Siarn could now see three figures entering from behind the banner, and the noise began to die down as the entire host turned to look at them. They seemed respectful rather than outraged at the interruption, Siarn thought. Even the music stopped.

"We've done well today, lads!" The center-most figure boomed out across the cavern, slapping a nearby chest.

"Another excellen' heist by the Steel Hearts Gang!" At this, a loud cheer rang out from the whole party, their drinks raised.

"So drink well! Eat! We've earn't a party or two with this coin!" Grabbing a fistful of the gold coins inside the chest, she threw them out across the room, and was met with huge cheers from the party.

"We'll get all this secured in the vault, then the real party can begin!" Motioning to the other two, they each picked up a small chest and turned to leave.

The three on the stage left the way they had come in, through some kind of entrance behind the banner, and the music and revelry started up again. Siarn had gotten a good look at the three on the stage, who he guessed were the leaders of this "Steel Hearts Gang".

They were all women, that much he could tell from the voice, and the forms their tight leather armor revealed. The most surprising thing though, was that they were grey orcs. Siarn had only seen maybe one in the city previously, they were much rarer than their "green" cousins.

They tended not to leave their own lands, and an underground hold like this was the type of area they favored. An industrious people, they weren't really even grey, just a lighter shade of green than other orcs. They did have slightly longer, pointier ears though. Sometimes sharper looking teeth, usually no tusks. And often; big, deep, red irises. Some were unsettled by them, but Siarn had thought they looked quite nice on the three he just saw.

These ones had been smaller than most orcs, taller than Siarn but not by much. Barely reaching six feet. They had also been less muscled than Siarn might have expected for a gang of brigands, but if they were all thieves, the light muscle, light armor, and light weapons made sense.

Their weapons might have been 'light', but they still looked deadly to Siarn. The leader that had spoken had holstered on her hip an exceptionally large dagger, covered in spikes. One of the others had had at least two knives at her belt, but was covered by many other buckles and pockets Siarn suspected all contained their own hidden blades. He had directly seen only two. The third didn't seem armed, strangely.

A sudden jolt of wind startled Siarn, reminding him he wasn't really safe here. As quietly as he could, he reversed back from the lip of the overlook, before kneeling up and readying to leave.

Maybe I can find that vault, get some of the treasure out, and be out of here while everyone's drunk at the party...

Before Siarn could turn, from behind he felt a body envelope him, and a cold blade held against his throat. Into his ear, a voice like a honeyed dagger whispered to him.

"Well, well, well, what 'ave we got 'ere then? A naked cutie caught off his guard..."

Siarn froze. How could he have let himself get snuck up on like this? This whole adventure reeked of carelessness. It had been one bad decision after another; Trying to spy on thieves, equipping nothing but a choker, long socks and long glo-

Wait. Wait wait wait. What the fuck? What the fuck!? I had clothes! I definitely came in here with clothes! I don't go around naked!

"What the fuck happened to my clothes!?" Siarn blurted out, without thinking of the dagger still held at his neck.

"Oh very good, lotta people don' always notice when a real thief steals from 'em," the voice from behind his ear said.

"The trick is to make 'em think they 'avnt even been stolen from," she went on.

The dagger at the bottom of Siarn's vision glinted with many spikes along the guard. It looked like the same one he had seen at the hip of the leader that had spoken in front of the party just now.

"But I suggest you don't make too much noise like that again, unless you want my whole gang to hear you and come over 'ere trying to get a piece of this," she said, with a squeeze of Siarn's bare ass.

Could Siarn survive such a train? There had certainly been some good looking women in the party above, would any of them have delicious dicks to fuck him with? Would they surround him, fucking him five or six at a time, covering him in cum over and over?

Wait, why am I even thinking that??

"Now, if you don' wanna end up pierced by something you don' like, you'll come with me outa here," the knife at Siarn's throat began to turn him and lead him back down the passageway.

Unarmed and unarmored, he couldn't even have failed to fight back his usual amount. Navigating them through some twisted route along the caves, Siarn's captor gave the occasional direction, but was otherwise silent. She seemed to know the place well though, and didn't find the almost utter darkness a handicap like Siarn did, constantly tripping and stumbling.

Eventually they stopped where Siarn could feel a wooden surface in front of him, a door. Opening it, Siarn's captor thrust him through the doorway and closed it behind her.

Siarn was amazed by the inside of the room. A dim blue magic fire lit what he could now see was a lushly appointed bedroom in an eerie light. A large bed faced the fireplace, and in front of it was a rug of soft furs.

In the increased light, Siarn could see his captor much better. It was indeed the leader he had seen speak to the party before. Her short hair swept back from her head, a light silver color, but sometimes red if the light hit it just so. Her physique looked strong, but not more than usual. Not like K'tra's anyway, more like a thief with a slight preference for fighting over stealth.

Looking at her face again, Siarn thought it had a kind of tough beauty. One eyebrow was bisected by a scar. The edge of each ear was pierced with two gold rings. The deep red irises of her eyes, rimmed with a dark makeup, stared into his.

"Now, gimme a good reason I let you out of here." Siarn's captor was walking around him, checking his mostly naked body out head to toe, her knife tapping her chin like she was thinking.

"Far as I can see," she said without giving him time to answer, "you're some kinda thief trying to steal from us. And I don' take too kindly to that."

Emerging from behind him, and giving his bare ass a spank she said, "but I've never seen a thief in this outfit before. Your cock out so brazenly, like you didn't even care if any hungry monster caught you and wrapped you in it's tentacles..."

"I had clothes!" Siarn protested. "I... lost them. Or you stole them! And I'm not a thief, I'm an adventurer! And I certainly didn't come here to get..."

Fucked by monsters or tentacles? Wait... I mean... well, not now!

"Oh you're not a legendary thief? Or a rival gang? Well lucky us, looks like our hoard is secure from the great...?"

"Siarn"

"...The great Siarn for another day then. That's too bad, there's only one thing for it then..."

As she Walked behind him again, Siarn heard the large dagger thrown to the bed, and the rustling of fabrics.

"Wha... what are you going to do to me?" Siarn was a little nervous now, not having the knife on her meant she wasn't about to stab him with it, but doubtless there was still many ways for her to harm him.

"Well first, I'm going to sit on your face."

My... what??

"Then, I'm going to make you cum." More fabrics and leather noises from behind him, more weight being heaped onto the bed. "Then, we'll see how you do."

"You're...what?" Siarn struggled to put together what sitting on his face with him naked even meant.

"Yes, as head of this gang of ne'er-do-wells, it is the duty of I, S'dina, to make sure no cute thieves in thigh highs try to infiltrate our ranks."

Standing in front of him now, she was completely naked. More naked that Siarn, "dressed" as he was in his socks, gloves, choker and nothing else.

Her fists proudly on her hips, to Siarn it felt like S'dina was towering over him, grinning down. But she was only a foot taller than him at most. As his eyes ran down her tough looking body, they fell first on her ample breasts, and the gold rings piercing the wide pink nipples there that seemed to match the rings at her ears.

Then Siarn's eyes traveled further down over her taught middle, and he saw her cock, fully on display and getting harder. Powerful looking, with a strong vein running all the way down the top, it was thick. As thick as his forearm, Siarn thought. Currently about seven inches long, and getting longer, it was pointing diagonally out and down away from S'dina, not yet fully hard.

If I was kneeling underneath that, it would be perfectly aligned with my mouth.