Chapter 69

It was unlikely there’d be another vein of ore in the cavern, even large as the room was, but Natalie scoured the perimeter regardless. Her teammates were occupied with their own investigations. Beyond the natural resources available—which Jordan picked through to find poisoning herbs—there were other rewards scattered through most ‘big rooms’, the charmingly simple term used for encounters such as the one Natalie’s team had found themselves in. After needing to carve through six difficult encounters, of course they’d been rewarded accordingly. Big rooms offered all sorts of treasures.

Though, not freely. It took some digging around to discover everything. As a general golden rule, the dungeon encouraged elbow grease above most other things.

Except, picking through the stretching stone wall perimeter, Natalie found something she hadn’t expected.

Something she really hadn’t expected.

Though maybe she should have.

Considering her class.

It was a hole in the wall. Except, so much cruder than that description would suggest. A hole of a different sort. Pulsating, dark pink, and situated at exactly waist level, it sat in a secluded section of the cavern. Far away from her teammates, who were, conveniently, on the opposite side of her.

How hadn’t they seen it? They’d passed by it earlier, while Natalie had spent the past twenty minutes mining and collecting ore. Had the dungeon hidden it until she’d been the one to approach? Hardly impossible.

What the hell.

A dungeon pussy. That was, essentially, what Natalie was looking at. Incredulous, Natalie reached forward and ran a finger against the object. Warm, slick, and tight, it was—while not exactly a pussy—an approximation. It lacked appropriate details, but its obvious purpose couldn’t be argued.

No, really. What the hell.

After the brutal, action-packed past several hours, she’d almost forgotten what her class was. Paladin of Lust. Of course she’d run into something like this. The puzzle room had been a reminder, but not in such a visceral way.

She was supposed to fuck it.

She looked around, the thought thrilling through her with surprising intensity. Her teammates were all occupied, a fair distance away. Maybe she didn’t have total privacy, but that could be solved.

She was an illusionist.

Masking herself at Tenet wasn’t a reliable option because of how many people were more advanced in their classes than her. They’d see through her in an instant. And though Liz and Ana were notably better mages, Natalie’s skill in spellcasting seemed to scale on how perverted her intentions were.

And fucking a random hole in the wall?

Well. Perverted, by anyone’s standards.

Her breath came faster, even as she felt disgusted with herself. She was considering this? Was excited by the idea? What was wrong with her?

The lewd hole sat there, pink and wet, pulsing in a rhythmic, oddly entrancing fashion. She shouldn’t be excited at such a strange sight—at a pocket-pussy indented into a stone wall—but she was.

No denying it, then. She was a pervert.

Because she needed to fuck it.

In several meanings of ‘need’. Her desire, but also, because why else would it be there? Maybe she could interpret it as a trap, something to entice her into using it and shortly punishing her for her lust, but Natalie knew, somehow, that wasn’t right. Rather, she needed to satisfy the hole. Fill it up, and earn a reward through doing so. Or if not that specifically, she was supposed to interact with it. It wasn’t a trap.

Though, could she trust that instinct? Traps were intended, by their nature, to be deceptive.

She forced herself to focus, ignoring the arousal that had stirred in her. Maybe she was a pervert, but she was also a delver, first and foremost. She would evaluate danger with a clear head ... however hard doing so was.