What Do you Mean All Dungeons are Girls!!!? Enhanced Edition

Delilah stared in horror at the blade sprouting from her lover’s chest. All the heat in her core suddenly turned to ice. Her lover glanced at the blade, seeming unusually calm. In that manner people sometimes had when they were on the verge of death. As her mind caught up, she desperately began channeling a healing spell.

As that bastard Richard suddenly spoke, “What in the Infernal Plains do you think you are doing? SHE’S MINE!!!”

HIS? Delilah glared at him. She’d always wanted to play with Michael. Richard was just the extra. A groan from Michael reminded her of his condition, and she moved forward to try healing him. Only she never had a chance.

A dark look still on Richard’s face, in the same moment she began to move, he viciously twisted the blade and stabbed again with his other blade. A blue box suddenly popped in her vision. She cursed it for the timing.

Delilah cursed again as she glared at Michael’s killer. She was too close to cast a spell quickly and Richard was fairly fast. Still she was a dwarf, she was going to use what she had. Delilah lashed out.

Only for Richard to move out of the way of her strike and lash out with a shallow slash. A notification popped, she only gave it a glance. Cursing it. “You damn bastard! What do you think you are doing!”

“You stupid bitch. You are mine! MINE! Not his! Don’t go spreading those legs for him!”

Quietly she started casting a spell. She needed to beat this bastard quickly, but he was a fast rogue. She wasn’t exactly a melee combatant and that damn poison on his blade was already affecting her. She could feel her movements slowing, as he kept just far enough out of range to avoid a punch. But close enough to dive in, if she tried anything. Best to try and distract this damn traitor. “YOURS? Where on Solkira did you get that idea!? Huh?”

He gave her a look that sent an uncomfortable shudder down her spine. He scoffed, “It’s that damn fiery mane of his isn’t it? Why do all the pretty ones have to go for... HIM!”

Her glare deepened as she listened to him rant. She didn’t feel sorry for him, though. Not after he stabbed Michael. Maybe before, but not now. Feeling her spell was ready, she said, “Bastard! Don’t go deciding things like that!”

Just as she was releasing her spell. He moved. Delilah tried to adjust but the poison dulled her movements, she was too sluggish. A powerful bolt of lightning slammed into the wall, scorching the stone brick walls. As Richard dived in, with a knife. She gasped as another shallow cut struck her. She cursed that, but at least this time there was a flare from her mage shields. She’d time to get them back up, but Richard’s knives had a piercing enchantment. Mentally she cursed this damn bastard of a rogue. She tried to engage him in another round, but she was far too slow in her movements.

Before she knew it, she was helpless. As he felt her up, Delilah shuddered with each touch. It felt slimy and wrong. Nothing at all like how Michael was touching her moments ago. She balked when he roughly inspected her sex. The bastard gave her a nasty look, “Damn sloppy. We’ll have to properly clean you before we can have any real fun.”

In the next motion, he picked her up. Roughly grasping her breasts and playing with them. She glared at him. Promising herself that she would break him the next chance she gets. The paralytic he poisoned her with, wouldn’t last that long. Unfortunately that left her unable to fend his unwanted touching off. As he carried her out of the place, leaving her favorite robe behind in the corridor as well.

Unnoticed by either of them was a younger demon watching them from a corridor. The demon slipped out behind them and gathered the abandoned robe. Carefully folding it, and then disappearing back into a hidden passage. One meant for dungeon residents only. The demon very much disliked what she saw, but there wasn’t anything she could do to help. Not right now. So in the meantime she would keep this safe. Maybe even return it later. As she folded it, she found a couple of interesting items. Yes she was definitely going to keep it safe and maybe get some reward for it later. In addition to Delilah’s stuff she also collected Michael’s discarded items, but most of those she didn’t think would be worth a reward. Given what just happened.

Michael blinked as he, no wait, she stared at her latest notification. She was a girl now. Damn it! Curse that fucking bastard! Who the fuck does that! Her trusty sword was gone. Glancing back, the camp was busy. No one was looking this way. That gave her a moment to think. Michael looked down over her form.

It was weird looking down to see breasts, and further down she found that sure enough, she had a pussy. One with lovely fat lips and no hair. Her boobs didn’t feel too heavy, but they were big enough that she could tell they were there. They were plump with large areolas and pink little nipples. Her skin was a creamy tan, and as she looked it seemed fresh. Unmarred. An old scar across her belly and chest was completely gone. Michael blinked at that. Her scars were gone and so were most of her muscles. She was still fit, but not as well built as she used to be.

Then she heard footsteps. Looking up, she spotted Richard coming up out of the tunnel leading into the dungeon. She quickly cast around and found a rock. Before positioning herself to the side. She didn’t have her trusty sword, and that bastard was clearly having his way with Delilah. Seeing that made her blood boil.

Part of her wanted to just charge the bastard and give him a piece of her mind, but instead she waited. Even as the sight disgusted her. A moment later Richard was where she wanted him. She charged, her fiery hair flowing behind her. Rock in hand. Richard didn’t even see it coming. Delilah tumbled to the ground, as she pinned the bastard to the ground. Her rock coming down.

He chuckled, only to catch her mid-swing. Richard leered at her naked chest, “nice view!”

Michael gasped in pain, as she was suddenly slammed against the ground. A firm painful grip on her wrist forcing her to drop the rock. “You know Michael you make a very cute girl.”

She glared at him, “Backstabbing bastard! How would you like it if I stabbed you in the back!” She finished by spitting in his face. 

As he manhandled her, he worked his dick free. An odd feeling formed in the pit of her stomach as she realized what he was about to do. She shouted. Only to be punched in the throat. As she was wheezing for breath. He forced his instrument into her pussy. She gasped as in one swift movement it pierced her newfound hymen. Yet that pain came with a different feeling. One she very much didn’t like. He began to move.

Ivy glared at the dungeon spirit. The offending projection was still playing its... questionable content. Now it had gone from murder during sex, to clear and unequivocal rape. Something very much not suited to the eyes of a young kid. Sure, Ivy knew her daughter had a past life. Not that she knew much about it. The topic hadn’t come up often, and Ivy wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. She had tried practicing a conversation with herself, several times. Only nothing seemed right. How does one talk to their daughter about a past life anyway? She knew people could have them, but it was so rare for someone to actually remember one. More often than not having the memory of a previous life was a boon or curse granted by a god.

“Well?”

“In my defense,” she gestured at the screen, “I didn’t expect someone to use my curse that way. I’m not exactly happy about it.”

Asarya interjected, “He’s such a brute. That’s no way to play with a girl. Can I kill him?”

Misaki gave her a look, “Please don’t. He doesn’t deserve the mercy of death. The kind of bastard that would literally backstab his comrade and then rape them? They deserve to suffer.”

Lily shifted under her hands, “Um... Mother, not that I don’t appreciate your concern, but could you stop holding my face so tight?”

“Sure, sure. Once Misaki dispels her scrying spell.”

“It’s not a scrying spell and sadly I’ll be stuck watching that. Distasteful bastard. Go do that somewhere else. Will you?”

Asarya sighed, “In that case I will go deal with him.”

Lily said, “Wait, isn’t that guy much higher leveled than you?”

“Just a few but he is a little busy. A couple of well placed spells...”

Misaki interjected, “Thankfully that won’t be needed.”

Ivy looked back to the projection. To see a few people quickly moving onto the platform. One of which quickly drew her attention. He was large, and powerful. Outfitted in expensive looking armor and equipped with a blade that looked practical, durable, and was clearly imbued with a number of enchantments. Something that would no doubt be worth a lot of gold. He didn’t even use it, as he ripped that traitor off the poor girl. Easily disarming him in the same swift motion. Another person, carrying an ax, pulled out some ropes and helped tie him up. As a third patted him down. A pair of young women, one of which was completely naked, knelt down to check out the two young women.

Asarya watched it for a moment. “Glad to see that was resolved.” she glanced back at Ivy. “Anyway, I’m quite happy to see that you finally decided to stop wearing clothes.”

Ivy turned red a little and gave her a look. “What, it’s not the time for that!”