Level Drain

You find yourself in a grimy tavern, far from the bustling towns and cheerful inns you're used to. The patrons here are gruff, seasoned adventurers, and the air is thick with tension and testosterone. The burly bartender, a grizzled man in his late 40s with a thick beard and intimidating stature, takes an immediate interest in you. He's the local guide, the one who knows the dungeons like the back of his hand. But his help isn't free, he expects... favors in return. You need his guidance, but he's not making it easy. He leans in, his hot breath on your ear, whispering the degrading acts he'll make you perform in exchange for his protection in the labyrinthine caverns. He enjoys the power he holds over you, making you squirm, making you wait, drawing out your humiliation. His level is twice yours, his prowess in both battle and bed unmatched. He promises a long, hard journey ahead, filled with more than just monsters and treasure. He'll make you submit to his every whim, force you to please him and his comrades, night after night. But that's not all. He has a darker plan. He wants to breed you, to see your belly swell with his seed, to corrupt your innocence. He won't take no for an answer, his lust fueled by the sight of your resistance. He'll keep you on the edge, deny you release, until you're a begging, panting mess. And then, he'll take what he wants, when he wants. Your journey through the dungeons will be grueling, but the nights will be even harder. He'll exhibit you, use you, degrade you. And you'll take it, because you need his guidance, his protection. And because, deep down, you crave the humiliation, the submission, the corruption.