Kinky Temptation

They moved toward the door, Rosalinda stumbling slightly as she struggled to balance both babies. But just before she crossed the threshold, something caught her eye.

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Rosalinda’s stomach turned at the sight, but she had no time to process it. Luna was already through the door, and she hurried to follow.

The room beyond was starkly different from the horrifying birthing chamber. It was a nursery of sorts, the walls still made of living flesh but the atmosphere calmer. Soft, pulsating light emanated from the ceiling.

Standing in the center of the room was a tall, elegant figure. Rosalinda’s breath caught in her throat.

Morgana - the spider queen stood before her in all her imposing glory. In her humanoid form, her upper body was that of a breathtakingly beautiful woman. Her skin was pale and flawless, her curves generous. Six red eyes arranged in three pairs gleamed with an intelligent, motherly warmth as they settled on Rosalinda.

”Is this Mistress’s new breeder?” Morgana asked Luna, her voice smooth and sweet like honey.

”It seemed so,” Luna replied as she began placing the babies on individual beds carved into the flesh walls. Each bed had a soft, fleshy surface that seemed to cradle the infants gently. ”Master ordered to keep her well until she claimed her.”

”You can place them on the beds,” Luna said to Rosalinda, gesturing toward two empty cradles.

”S-sure,” Rosalinda stammered, hurrying to place the two babies in the designated cradles. The flesh beds seemed to mold around them, holding them securely.

Morgana’s curiosity was visibly piqued as she watched the princess work. ”So you understand us?”

”I-I don’t know,” Rosalinda answered nervously, wiping some of the sticky fluid from her face with the back of her hand.

Luna turned from the cradles, her blue eyes bright with interest. ”Do you know why? Besides Master, of course.”

Morgana shook her head, her eight spider legs shifting gracefully behind her. ”I don’t know, either.”

”Can you talk to monsters from the day you were born?” Morgana asked, leaning down slightly to study Rosalinda more closely.

Rosalinda thought hard, her brow furrowing. ”I don’t think so. I interacted with a few monsters before, but I couldn’t understand them until… I was inside this dungeon.”

”So this must be Mistress’s doing then,” Morgana concluded, straightening up again.

”Well, that makes sense,” Luna chirped in, satisfied with the answer.

”She could do that?” Rosalinda asked, genuine confusion in her voice.

Morgana let out a low snicker. ”Who knows? She can do everything.” Her pale hand reached out and traced along Rosalinda’s cheek, which was still slick with white semen.

The spider queen’s touch was surprisingly gentle despite her intimidating presence.

”You need to change, dear. You are drenched,” Morgana observed, her eyes scanning over Rosalinda’s soiled dress with motherly concern.

Rosalinda finally looked down at herself and her eyes went wide. The front of her new dress was completely soaked through with cum and birth fluids, the fabric ruined. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment.

”Here, catch,” Luna said cheerfully as she tossed a new and clean white dress toward Rosalinda.

She fumbled with the white dress when she tried to catch it, her fingers slipping on the smooth fabric. She looked around nervously, hesitating.

”W-where can I change?” Rosalinda asked, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment.

Luna giggled softly as she stroked a baby’s small head. ”It’s fine, we’re all ladies here. You’ll soon be bred by Master soon, so don’t be shy. Go on.”

”B-but…” Rosalinda stammered, but she finally calmed herself down. She took a deep breath and began stripping off her ruined dress.

It fell away, revealing her naked body beneath.

”Would you look at that!” Morgana’s six eyes widened in shock and fascination as they locked onto Rosalinda’s groin.

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”Don’t worry, we understand,” Luna said soothingly. ”You must’ve seen those pink ladies in the breeding room next to us right? They’re called Bloom Mothers. They were all blessed by Master to grow penises.”

”I-is that so?” Rosalinda asked, her voice small and uncertain. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust the dress to better conceal her erection.

”It’s true,” another voice rang out from behind them.

Rosalinda turned to see a figure emerging from the flesh wall nearby.

The shape shifted and coalesced until it solidified into the form of Lyssandra. The dungeon mistress wore her signature black segmented bodysuit, glossy and hugging her curves in a way that made Rosalinda’s blush deepen.

”Master!” Luna shrieked in delight. She instantly sprang to her feet and dashed across the room, launching herself into Lyssandra’s arms.

”It’s only been a day and you already miss me?” Lyssandra chuckled, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman.

”I always miss you,” Luna cooed, burying her face into the valley of Lyssandra’s massive cleavage.

”There, there,” Lyssandra murmured, stroking Luna’s blue hair affectionately. Her eyes lifted from Luna and settled directly on Rosalinda.

”You saw them?” Lyssandra asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

”Y-yeah,” Rosalinda stuttered, ”but about Ysabel… why did you do that?” Her voice trembled, tinged with accusation and betrayal.

Lyssandra’s smile grew knowing, her eyes glinting with mischief. ”She was doing it voluntarily, you know. But you watched it all, didn’t you?”

Rosalinda’s head whipped to the side, her blush spreading like wildfire across her cheeks.

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And now she was trying to blame Lyssandra for doing what Ysabel had begged for? The hypocrisy was ridiculous, even to her own ears.

”N-no,” Rosalinda denied, but the word was so small it barely registered in the air.

Lyssandra smirked, but didn’t press the matter. ”Anyway, I guess you both have to go soon, right?”

”Yes, we have to go back to the palace,” Rosalinda said, remembering her responsibilities with a sinking feeling. ”Or else the royal guards will be dispatched to find us.”

Her time inside this dungeon had been free of everything. No whispers from courtiers, no judgmental gazes from nobles, absolutely no worries about anything else. Just immense pleasure, pure and raw.

Now she had to return to that stifling palace, filled with hypocrisy and expectations. A profound sadness settled in her chest, a longing feeling she hadn’t felt before.

”Don’t worry,” Lyssandra said, her voice smooth as silk. ”I will be visiting the palace soon.”

”Really?” Rosalinda asked, her eyes snapping up to meet Lyssandra’s. Hope flared in them, bright as starlight.

”Of course,” Lyssandra purred. She leaned in close, her breath hot on Rosalinda’s ear. ”I can’t leave my prize unclaimed for too long, now can I, Third Princess of the Kingdom of Indyrge?”

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Lyssandra pulled back slowly, leaving Rosalinda gasping and trembling. ”Something to remember me by until we meet again, little princess,” she whispered against Rosalinda’s swollen lips.