Ji-hoon took a deep breath when the pillar of bluish light dropped them onto the damp floor of the dungeon. The stench of mold and overheated stone hit him first, followed by the distant echo of a creature frolicking in some lower corridor. To the side of the oval room, Soo-jin settled her black mane over her warrior's back; the plate armor left her toned thighs and the sensual line of her waist exposed. She looked like a deity from classic tales, a goddess come to the territory of monsters.
Ji-hoon leaned down to brush the dust off her shoulder. "We're back in Seoul," he said with a half-smile, though both knew the portal had placed them in a newly discovered underground dungeon beneath the Gangnam district. Barely a few hours ago they had cleared the first floor, but instead of receiving rewards on the surface, Ji-hoon had insisted on exploring a side gallery. He felt that someone—or something—was waiting for them down there. While he thought, he heard hesitating footsteps.
From the gloom emerged a burly, sweaty adventurer in a beige t-shirt that clung to his belly. He wore notably thick glasses that fogged up with every exhale. His levels were low, barely an amateur who must earn coins by collecting crystals in safe zones. The guy stopped upon seeing the couple, smoothing the shock of brown hair that hung in greasy strands.
Ji-hoon invited him with an open gesture. "Hey, you, come here. There's a private shelter this way." He moved ahead through a narrow tunnel to a blind room with snowy basalt walls. A circle engraved on the floor glowed with golden hieroglyphs; it once served as a resting room for elite explorers. In the center was a gray wool rug and several polished stones used as seats.
The fat man, visibly nervous, nodded while rummaging through his backpack. "My name is Kim Tae-hwan. I only wanted to… collect quartz, sir," he stammered, though his gaze went to Soo-jin's backside when she stood up. Her round ass, bulging against the protective garters, marked a pair of perfect hemispheres under the short leather tunic.
Ji-hoon approached Tae-hwan and placed his fingers on his shoulder, without violence, but firmly. "Do you like what you see?" he whispered into the other's ear, while pointing with his gaze toward the goddess. "My partner needs to relax after the battle. None of my friends should know, but if you want… you can please yourself with that pair of buttocks."
Soo-jin did not flinch. She knew Ji-hoon's desires, his fetish for showing her off, the excitement he felt when other men melted before her figure. She took a step forward, released the belt buckle, and let that piece of leather slide to the floor. Now she wore silver thongs that reflected the dim light, the fabric barely covering her moist folds. "Slowly, don't be rough," she ordered with a soft and authoritative tone.
Tae-hwan blushed visibly. Ji-hoon pulled his neck until he was seated on a low stone; then he knelt Soo-jin between the fat man's splayed legs, placing the goddess in a crouching position, ass in the air. The scent of female excitement filled the chamber. Ji-hoon stepped back, unzipped his combat trousers, and extracted his already hard member. He settled it in his hand, smiling lustfully as he watched the beginner wet his lips when faced with such a sight.
"It has begun, Tae-hwan," Ji-hoon said. "But don't be greedy: only my princess decides if you enter."
Soo-jin rolled her hips forward, brushing the newcomer's face. The fat man took a deep breath and lowered his shorts to his calves. A medium-sized penis appeared, somewhat thick, pale, and dripping at the tip. He reached out a trembling hand toward the goddess, spread her hips, opening her heart-stopping crack; he positioned the head against her shaved sex. Ji-hoon felt the pulses in every millimeter of his penis as he watched that stranger sink his cock into his partner's warm folds. Soo-jin let out a brief, intensely contained moan when the rod pushed and lodged inside.
"Mmm… that's it," she panted without breaking the pose, "but slowly. If you go too fast, you'll pay for it."
Tae-hwan nodded, his glasses fogging up even more. He gasped for air as his waist began to move with a clumsy but steady rhythm, his hands grabbing the goddess's glutes that swayed before his face. Ji-hoon squeezed the base of his penis and began to stroke the length with calculated calm; the wet, enveloping sound of penetration resonated against the walls.
"Do you see it, stud?" he whispered to Tae-hwan, "this is how you fuck a superior woman…". He extended his free hand and gave a soft slap to Soo-jin's buttock, which rose undulating with every thrust. The flesh bounced; the mark seemed to draw a fleeting heart. Ji-hoon then caressed it, sinking his thumb into the crease, brushing the orifice without allowing himself to enter: "Don't touch my ass, only he takes it today." It was the unwritten rule: his goddess's vagina could be used, but the anus would be his, whenever he decided.
Soo-jin let out a snort to disguise a stronger gasp. Her glutes contracted as she received the penis repeatedly, while her thighs trembled. The fat adventurer's body made a friction noise against the rug; the guy moaned, sweaty and passionate, but followed the instruction, molding the rhythm to the control the goddess exerted by squeezing her vagina.
Ji-hoon masturbated with more intensity, the pre-seminal fluid shining under the bluish lights. "Here," he ordered the stranger, "take her hand." He stepped forward, guiding Tae-hwan's palm until it closed over Soo-jin's fine, long hands, the fingers of a consummate archer. "Now kiss her," he added in that serene tone that hid a foul torrent of lust.
Soo-jin raised her face toward the excavated ceiling. Tae-hwan leaned in and joined his lips with hers; she opened just slightly, letting the other's tongue get lost in a provocative suck. At the same time, she lowered her pelvis to tighten the cavity over the hot rod, and the fat man responded with a soft arch that hit her internal spot. The goddess let out a whispered, almost musical moan, letting escape the first spasmodic orgasm that twisted her abdomen without warning.
Ji-hoon almost came as he noticed Soo-jin's body shaking, but he held back. He breathed deeply, squeezing the glans as if asking for patience. "Good, good… don't come yet, pig," he said through his teeth. "My queen still needs more."
When Soo-jin regained her breath, she pushed her right leg back, moving her waist away from the youth and releasing the dripping penis. His member pulsed with evident need, but she had no intention of letting him finish so quickly. "Did you want us to try another position?" she asked mischievously. Before receiving an answer, she pushed off with her upper limbs and, with great agility, pinned him on his back against the polished stone. Then she mounted the novice, placing her soaked cunt directly over the erect phallus, sinking down again with a long moan.
The room fell into a frozen silence broken only by sharp breaths. The goddess began the swaying from above; her waist turned and sank, her backside rose only to crash later against the fat pubis, causing a patter that resonated like a drum. Tae-hwan howled, unable to manage to touch anything other than the woman's hips; his hands were lost in the sweat of Soo-jin's back. Ji-hoon watched them both with a hurried eye, his right hand working his flesh without rest while his left caressed the enormous backside that rose and fell—that same ass he had kissed a thousand times—feeling like the master of the situation and, at the same time, surrendered to a humiliating frenzy.
The goddess gathered her rhythm, the swaying accelerated; the fat man's body trembled and his eyes bulged behind the thick lenses of his glasses. Ji-hoon knew the stranger was on the edge; the flush on Tae-hwan's face betrayed the urgency. Soo-jin provoked him even more, squeezing the canal, closing the walls while leaning forward, spraying his lips with tongue and saliva. The image of his girlfriend so open, governing the ejaculation of a perfect stranger, took Ji-hoon's breath to the limit: his cock lashed in the palm that squeezed it.
"Inside…," Tae-hwan pleaded, barely coherent. Soo-jin stopped, looked at him provocatively, and without a word, sank down one last time, devouring half his length until his body arched and released an agonizing grunt. Visible pulses traveled through the buried penis: the semen erupted in thick spurts inside the goddess, every beat deep inside the wet cave. Ji-hoon clenched his teeth, also holding back his own spurt about to burst, holding on for the reward of continuing to watch.
The post-orgasmic stillness fell heavy. Soo-jin remained seated on the fat man, her sex still pulsing against the other's flaccid base, her bunny dripping onto the stone. Ji-hoon knelt beside them, ran an index finger along the inner edge of his girlfriend's thigh, and collected the first creamy drop escaping from her crotch. He brought it to his tongue, a vicious eye fixed on Tae-hwan: "You'll keep the secret, right?". The poor man nodded after removing his glasses to wipe the fog, still unable to regain his breath.
Soo-jin stood up lazily, the stream of white semen sliding against her perineum to the rug; she grabbed Ji-hoon's shoulder, gave him a brief kiss on the lips, and murmured: "You haven't come yet." Her gaze announced that the encounter was far from over. Ji-hoon moved the wet fabric of the fat man's pants aside, checking that the penis was trembling, in full softening, stained with fluids. Then he looked at Soo-jin without answering, while the question of how far she wanted to go that whole night in the dungeon throbbed in his temples.
In the gloom, the golden circle on the floor continued to shine with a life of its own, as if it also expected a second round of that dirty game between goddess, husband, and stranger.