The faint glow of moss lit tumnel stretched ahead like the throat of some sleeping beast.
Aria- The red haired warrior tomboy, stood at the front, one hand resting casually on the pommel of one of her twin short sword. Her other hand scratching casually at the back of her neck. Her crimson hair was cut short and choppy, wild strands framing a sharp, face with bright green eyes full of cocky fire.
Her leather-and-steel armor hugged a lean, athletic build — small but firm B-cup breasts pressed flat beneath the metal breastplate, toned abs completely exposed in the midriff cut-out, powerful thighs and a tight, rounded ass on full display beneath the short armored skirt. She moved with the easy swagger of someone who lived for a fight, looking far more excited than cautious.
"Oi, Mira. Stop shaking like a wet kitten." Aria called over her shoulder, grinning wide enough to show teeth. "It's just a baby dungeon. I'll cleave anything that moves, grab the loot and we'll be drinking in the tavern by sundown. You'll have enough coin to buy that fancy stuff you keep mooning about."
Behind her stood Mira — the petite, shy healer — drowning in an oversized starry blue hat whose wide brim drooped low, half-hiding the nervous flush on her freckled cheeks. Her bright orange hair exploded in soft, bouncy curls that framed her round, baby-faced features and huge, anxious amber eyes.
She wore flowing blue-white robes that hung loosely on her tiny frame — modest A-cup breasts barely making an impression, narrow hips and a small, perky butt hidden beneath the heavy fabric that dragged slightly along the stone floor.
"B-but... Dungeons are dungeons." Mira mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. "What if something jumps out? What if there's blood? Or poison? Or... Or worse?"
Aria barked a laugh and slapped the smaller girl lightly on thr back. Hard enough to make her hat wooble dangerously. "Then I'll kill it twice as fast! Relax shortstack. I have got your squishy little ass covered."
A step behind them stood Elara — the busty, serene mage — watching the exchange with a gentle, almost motherly smile.
Her long brown hair was elegantly braided with delicate golden vines, framing a soft, heart-shaped face with warm hazel eyes and full, inviting lips.
Her voluptuous figure strained against the deep emerald-green robes: heavy, overflowing G-cup breasts pushed up and together by the low, scooped neckline, the intricate golden embroidery doing nothing to hide the generous swell or the faint outline of thick nipples beneath the thin silk. Wide, childbearing hips flared dramatically, the robe clinging to the dramatic curve of her waist before draping over a thick, plush ass that swayed hypnotically with every step. She carried a tall, ornate staff of polished wood resting lightly against one shoulder, its emerald tip glowing softly.
Elara stepped forward and placed a warm, reassuring hand on Mira's shoulder, squeezing gently.
"Mira, sweetheart," she said, voice smooth and soothing like honey over warm milk, "this is a low-ranked dungeon. Barely registered. The guild board listed it as 'F-class threat' at most. The only things that spawn here are weak slimes, maybe a few level 1–2 goblins or cave bats at the very deepest. Nothing that can actually hurt us if we stay together."
Mira peeked up from beneath her enormous hat, big amber eyes still wide. "R-really? No… no big monsters?"
Elara's smile widened, soft and comforting. "Really. Think of it as a training run. We clear the first floor, grab whatever meager loot is lying around, and leave before dinner. You'll be fine. We all will."
Aria snorted, already turning toward the tunnel with a cocky swagger. "See? Even Miss 'I-read-every-tome-in-the-library' says it's safe. Now let's move before the loot gets bored and walks away on its own."
She took the first bold step inside, boots echoing confidently.
Mira swallowed hard, glanced up at Elara for one last bit of courage, then scurried after Aria.
Elara followed last, still smiling softly… though her eyes lingered curiously on the strange, sweet scent drifting deeper into the cave.
Something about it made her thick thighs press together involuntarily, a faint shiver running up her spine before she shook it off.
None of them noticed the faint shimmer of pink-purple light flickering along the ceiling.
None of them heard the soft, delighted purr of a succubus already watching from the shadows.
Lilia's tail flicked once, eagerly.
*Three fresh, ripe little humans… one cocky little tomboy, one trembling baby bunny, and one walking fertility goddess… Master is going to love breaking them.*
The hunt had begun.
The three girls had barely made it twenty paces into the first winding corridor when the air thickened.
A sweet, heady perfume rolled over them like warm silk.
Mira's steps faltered first. Her cheeks flushed bright pink beneath her freckles.
"U-um… do you smell that?" she whispered. "It's… nice. Too nice."
Aria frowned, sniffing the air aggressively. "Yeah… kinda like… flowers? And… something else." She shook her head, trying to clear it. "Whatever. Probably just some weird moss."
Elara's brows furrowed slightly. Her heavy breasts rose and fell a little faster, traitorously stiff nipples now visibly tenting the thin silk of her robes.
She opened her mouth to warn them—
But the shadows moved.
And a voice like warm sin slithered into their ears.
"Welcome, little darlings~"
Lilia stepped gracefully into the faint moss-light, hips rolling obscenely, black latex straps gleaming wetly under the glow, massive J-cup breasts heaving and barely contained, thick ropes of glowing cum still slowly dripping down her crimson thighs from her earlier marathon breeding.
Her tail lashed playfully once.
Her eyes — burning with sharp, intelligent, predatory lust — locked onto the trio like a predator sizing up a feast.
"Master's been waiting for fresh toys…"
Aria's swords were out in an instant, crossed in front of her in a perfect guard stance.
Mira squeaked and ducked behind Elara's voluptuous frame, nearly disappearing into the taller woman's robes.
Elara raised her staff, emerald light flaring protectively—
But Lilia only smiled wider, letting her Charm Aura pulse outward in a slow, irresistible wave.
The sweet scent thickened into something molten and inescapable.
And between their legs… all three felt the first traitorous, shameful bloom of slick, throbbing heat.
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END OF CHAPTER : 6 : THE FIRST PREY – THREE LITTLE LAMBS ENTER THE DENN!
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