by Robin Rhodes
She turned, and there was suddenly a guy in the dungeon with them. He was standing still in the middle of the room. Swords hung on his belt, but he didn't reach for them. He was staring at her and smiling.
If it wasn't for the fact they were trapped in this hellhole, she might have given him a double-take on the street; might have caught eyes with him across the bar a few times.
As it was, she dropped her hand from the glass and said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Aaron."
Her eyebrows pinched. "You're just here? An adventurer? I didn't see you when I first dropped in."
"No. I'm the dungeon. This is my dungeon."
With everything that had happened, and how the drug was still wreaking havoc on her, she didn't have the restraint to think about it logically. She launched herself at him. Discarding her broken wand, she beat his chest with her fists. "You bastard. You killed my friend. You fucking bastard," she shouted, kicking his shins and wishing she had a knife instead of a useless piece of fucking wood that could only heal people, not hurt them.
He grabbed her wrists, and he was much stronger than her.
She was breathing hard, heart pounding. She was scared to look at his face, scared that his eyes would bleed and his mouth would taunt her like Brandon's had.
"Look at me," he said.
She shut her eyes, but she couldn't deny him, and lifted her face to gaze into his eyes. His face was still, like he was weighing her up. She hoped she passed whatever test he was putting her through.
"This is my job," he said, and his voice soothed her. "You were silly enough to come down here in the first place."
She supposed he was right. What else was he supposed to do? Just let them come through and take his loot for free?
Not that they'd found any loot. Or gained much XP. It was a pretty shit dungeon, really.
"How do we get out?" she asked.
He hummed, and raised his hand to cup her under the chin. "I don't think you do."
Chapter Eight
Aaron was having trouble holding himself back.
Elizabeth looked up at him like she'd been waiting for him her entire life. This 50% buff was stronger than he thought. Maybe his base stat was higher than it had looked.
The moment he said she might never leave, she recoiled, though. She slipped away from his grasp and backed away so he couldn't reach her. "What do you mean?" she said. "You can't just keep us here. Just tell us how to get out."
He looked around her at Aiden, who was pressed against the glass with his fists balled, eyeing them both us.
Aaron grinned. He couldn't help himself. Aiden, who had spent the entire dungeon crawl determined to be in charge and to lord over his girlfriend, was stuck on the other side of the glass.
And Aaron was here with Elizabeth.
He'd muttered the incantation before thinking it through.
He activated the Charm spell and expected something to change. He thought he'd feel different, or just know how to talk to people to make them do whatever he wanted, but he felt the same.
"Come here," he said to Elizabeth, who was still scowling at him.
She walked forward, obeying him, but the scowl didn't lift.
"Get on your knees."
Again she followed his instructions, getting on her knees in front of him. Her face was at his crotch and she looked up at him from beneath dark eyelashes.
"And smile at me."
The glare evaporated, and her lips quirked in the other direction, forming a small smile. Her eyes were wide and docile rather than angry.
His heart pounded in his chest and his cock ached where it was straining against his pants.
It was really as simple as that.
For a moment he wasn't sure he could bring himself to do it. It couldn't really be that simple. "Suck my cock."
But she tugged on the laces of his pants and dragged them down his legs without hesitation, freeing his dick and wrapping a hand around it. He stared at the ceiling, breathing deep as she kissed his tip.
Fuck. If he was going to resist blowing his load in this girl's face right away, he was going to have to really keep himself in check. The mana cost on the spell was so high he'd be damned if he wasn't going to get the full thirty minutes of her lips around his cock.
But he wasn't even human anymore, was he? Maybe he didn't need time to recharge anymore.
The temptation of finding out was too much, and he threaded fingers through her hair, giving himself complete control over her. He forced her head forward and thrust his hips at the same time, shoving his cock down her throat until she gagged. His hold on her hair tightened so much it must have been painful, and she was struggling to keep the huge cock he'd given his avatar in her mouth without struggling.
But she did it, because he'd asked her to.
He came down her throat, and she choked, pressing her hand to her face to hide the cum that dribbled down the side of her cheek. Her mascara had run from his assault on her throat, but she still smiled at him from behind her hand, still looked at him with wide eyes, not anger.
It wasn't just that she was docile, though. She bit her bottom lip, brought her hands from her knees just a little closer to her cunt.
She wanted it.
He hadn't told her to want it. He'd only told her to suck his cock.
Sucking his cock had made her horny, and now she was just begging him to fuck her.
His body didn't resist. He was hard again almost immediately.
Then he looked up and saw her boyfriend. He was slamming his fist against the glass, something he'd completely blocked out when she was milking his cock.
Now, though, he smirked.
He still had plenty of time left on his charm to make this work. He was going to make this jealous bastard live out his biggest fear.
He wrapped his hand around Elizabeth's throat, lacing fingers through her hair and tipping her head up to his. "Go and stand by the glass," he said.
She visibly shivered, then stood and followed his instruction. They walked there together, but when she went to face him, Aaron turned her around so she was facing her boyfriend.
"You fucking bastard," Aiden shouted. His fists were doing nothing to the glass. It was unbreakable without weapons far above Aiden's level. "Let her go, you cunt. What did you do to her? What did you fucking do to her?"
Aaron stuck his hand down her panties from behind, feeling the slickness between her thighs.
"I didn't do anything. Can't you see she wants it?"
Chapter Nine
Aiden's fist was bleeding, but he didn't stop pounding against the glass.
Elizabeth's face was opposite his. She gazed straight into his eyes, but she couldn't have seen him. She couldn't have a face glazed over with pleasure if she could have seen him.
Aaron's hand dipped inside her panties and rubbed her, and Aiden was close to breaking his knuckles as he punched the glass. Whatever that fucking bastard had done to her, he hoped she couldn't remember it afterwards.
Aiden was going to kill him.
He was going to kill the cunt as soon as he figured out how to get the glass to disappear. This guy was the dungeon master, though. He wasn't going to have made it easy.
Aiden shut his eyes, racking his spell book for something that might help. He was only level fucking one and nothing he had was useful. He was good for killing level one creatures in dungeons, not killing the actual dungeon.
He threw every spell he could at the glass, but nothing happened.
Nothing happened on his side, anyway. Aaron had pulled Elizabeth's panties down, baring everything to him. She was bracing herself against the glass, bending over and presenting herself to him, ass in the air.
Aiden didn't know what else to do. He didn't know how to cope with this. He'd used all his energy. He'd tried everything.
But he couldn't look away.
Aaron wrapped a hand around his cock and
then spanked Elizabeth's ass cheek. She moaned.
She'd never let him do anything like that. The amount of times he'd told her he wanted to try something different and she'd shook her head and told him she wasn't comfortable with having her hair pulled, and now she was getting horny because this bastard had spanked her.
"Have you ever fucked her ass?" Aaron asked, pulling her cheeks apart and placing his cock between them. "She looks tight."
"You bastard," Aiden shouted, resuming his kicking and punching of the glass. "I'll kill you. When I get my hands around your fucking throat you are going to die."
Aaron just laughed. He cared more about where he was pressing his dick against Elizabeth's ass—the ass Aiden had never been allowed to touch—than Aiden's shouting.
The smile on Aaron's face was malicious when he tightened his grip on Elizabeth's hips and entered her in one long stroke. She cried out, her expression breaking for a second and tears spilling down her face. She didn't complain, though. She never asked him to stop.
Aaron spanked her again, and she jumped.
"Fuck, that ass is so tight," he said as he fucked her deep.
Elizabeth whimpered. But somewhere in her eyes he could see pleasure. It wasn't all pain. Some part of her enjoyed it, and it made Aiden sick. He'd wanted that. He'd wanted to hold her down and make her take his cock in her ass, he'd wanted to wrap his hand around her throat and watch her gasp for breath.
But no, when he'd asked, Elizabeth hadn't wanted that. She'd been scared of trying something new. Hadn't wanted to demean herself.
But this guy had just gone straight in there. Balls deep in her asshole and she hadn't given a fuck. She'd cried, but not said a word. When Aiden had gotten carried away and started fucking her mouth instead of letting her dictate the pace, she'd gotten in a huff with him for days, but not this guy. This guy could make her gag and she was spreading her legs for him.
Now she was really starting to enjoy it, too. The tears were gone. She stood on her tiptoes to make sure this cunt behind her got complete access to her. She moaned with each thrust, biting her lip and screwing her eyes shut.
Aiden hated that he was getting hard.
Watching her like that, even if it was when someone else was fucking her and she was ignoring him, it still made him hard.
He was going to kill both of them.
Aaron wrapped his hand through her hair, dragging her head up so she was facing him. "Look at him," Aaron said. "Look at him and tell him how much you want me."
"I want you," she said, gazing straight into Aiden's eyes. "I want you, Aaron."
Aiden punched the glass again and turned around. He couldn't do it. He couldn't watch anymore.
He hated that Aaron could see he was hard even though jerking himself off was the last thing on his mind right now. He couldn't take seeing the woman he'd spent the last four years of his life with being fucked up the ass by this bastard who'd gotten his hands on some kind of charm spell that was doing all the work for him.
He heard Aaron spank her again and curled his fist, but refused to turn around,
And then he heard the hiss of something burning, and Elizabeth's scream.
Chapter Ten
Elizabeth was so close. Her body was on fire with pain and pleasure and she was so very close to falling over the edge into oblivion. She didn't know why, though. She knew, in the back of her mind, that this was strange. Sure, she might have always wondered what it would really feel like to be dominated like this, to be used without consideration of how she was feeling, but she'd never dared go through with it.
She'd been so ashamed of wondering it in the first place she'd reacted strongly against trying anything kinky whenever Aiden had mentioned it.
But this man had just asked, and she'd just given.
And she didn't give a fuck because she was so close to her climax that nothing else mattered.
Then the pain in her ass increased tenfold.
She hadn't thought anything would top the agony of Aaron first ramming his cock into her asshole, but her left ass cheek exploded in pain. It was so bad she screamed, the arms she was supporting herself with buckling against the glass. She bent over double, crying.
Vaguely, behind her, she heard Aaron groaning as he reached his climax, spilling deep inside her ass.
She reached for her wand, but it was broken. She whimpered when Aaron ran his fingers over the burning ass cheek.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Stand up," he said.
Her response was more sluggish than it had been, but she still obeyed. She looked up at him. He wiped the tears away from her face. "You did well," he said, and brushed his lips against her forehead. "And you're mine now, so I'll take care of you."
Aiden had his face pressed to the glass, and his eyes stung with tears, but none had fallen. She knew how much he'd been punching the glass, but there wasn't even a dent in it.
Aaron wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side. He was warm, and she stood closer, accepting his body heat. The pain in her ass was subsiding a little from the initial shock.
Aiden said, "I'm going to kill you."
Aaron replied, "Yeah. We'll see."
Elizabeth looked between them, and her brain was a fog. She knew Aiden was her boyfriend, but Aaron's hold was so warm and secure she didn't care that she was embracing him in front of Aiden. Aaron made her feel safe. His thumb was brushing against her shoulder in a reassuring motion, distracting her from the residual hallucinations and body high. He was keeping her grounded.
Aiden put his palm against the glass, and Elizabeth longed to reach out for it, but for some reason she didn't. Aiden looked crestfallen, and Aaron satisfied.
"She stays here," Aaron said. "She is my slave now."
His reassuring thumb motions on her shoulder continued.
Aiden kicked the glass. "You're fucked."
Aaron hadn't bothered to put his cock away, and gestured to it now. "Yeah. Damn right I am. Look, I'm done with you. It's time to get my Elizabeth settled in her new home. I'll maybe see you again next time I bother to come down here. Maybe we'll fuck in front of you again. I can think of plenty of things I can convince her to do that you haven't been able to."
He took her face in his hand, angling it toward him. She stared into his eyes, a docile smile on her lips. He kissed her, and she returned it. It was only brief, but she was already slick between the thighs again.
"I'm glad I got to give you something to relive while you're stuck down here," Aaron said. "But I'm done with you. Have a good night's sleep."
After retying his breeches, Aaron led her away, and something at the back of her mind begged her to struggle. It begged to remember how badly her ass was stinging and how much she loved her boyfriend, but that part wasn't winning. The part which craved Aaron's heated touch forced her forward. It made her go with him through a secret door that revealed itself at his request and out of the glass chamber she'd fallen into.
Away from Aiden, and into Aaron's control forever.
Chapter Eleven
Aiden slumped against the glass, on his knees as he watched Elizabeth walk away.
Whatever spell that bastard had cast on her, it was powerful. Much more powerful than his shit fireball spell. He cast that at the glass now for good measure, even though he'd tried it five times already to no avail.
He was useless against the stuff.
He had no choice but to watch Elizabeth walk away. Her stupid fucking ass bare in those boy shorts that had ridden up to reveal everything. The brand Aaron had burned into her skin. AD. Right there on her skin.
As if he could fuck her again having to see that bastard's mark every time. Aaron had won. The bastard had won.
They disappeared through a door on the other side of the glass. Aiden sank to the ground then, pressing his forehead against his knees and resisting the urge to slam his head into them in frustration.
He couldn't lose like this.
The first dungeon he'd tried to tackle and it had gone this disastrously. He'd had the perfect party, according to everyone he knew with any game knowledge. Tank, DPS and healer. He was supposed to be set.
And yet this cunt with his dungeon had completely fucked him over. Killed one, enslaved another, trapped the final in a seemingly impenetrable prison.
Aiden wasn't having it.
He pushed himself to his feet and shoved the images of Elizabeth on the edge of orgasm to the back of his mind. She didn't matter right now. He was doing this to help her in the long-term.
He had to get out of this place. Now was the time. While that bastard was distracted with Elizabeth, he could find out how to escape this prison. There had to be a way, didn't there? It wasn't fair if the dungeon could just lock you in. There had to be a way out.
Walking along the edge of the room and feeling the wall, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. It was stone rather than dirt or metal, but he touched each and every individual stone and didn't find anything amiss. The trapdoor he'd fallen into the pit from was too far above his head to reach without a boost.
Rubbing his forehead, he shut his eyes and searched his in-built codex which now existed in his brain. His arsenal of offensive spells was disappointingly small, but his utility spells were extensive.
He'd picked this stupid fucking class of mage, there had to be something he could do with it.
He was literally magic.
That had to be helpful.
He tried a number of spells, most of them claiming to blast through things, but nothing was successful.
The knowledge that Elizabeth was probably being fucked by that bastard upstairs kept him going, though. He refused to be here when Aaron came back down and decided it was time to keep rubbing it in Aiden's face that Elizabeth wasn't his anymore.
Maybe there was a sneakier approach he could take.
