18 The baddie I pulled by making her laugh at me...

MARKUS.

Thankfully, though Markus didn't reply, the hob didn't seem to take offense, merely chuckling to herself as she clucked her tongue and taunted him.

"You can refuse, of course; I'm not going to force you. Murder's one thing, but sex is best enjoyed when it's consensual. Besides, you can hide it all you want, but I can literally ‘smell’ how badly you want me."

"N-no, you can't!"

"Yeah, I can," the Hob affirmed, sighing as she did so. "And ignoring that, I can see your little prick already raring to go. You're not fooling anyone but yourself. Still, I am flattered, given how high the chances are that the last thing you see is me eating you alive; I'm honestly shocked you can still get it up…"

"You're going to eat me?" Markus demanded, his tone more outraged than scared, if only for how utterly bizarre the whole situation was playing out.

Honestly, he was getting a lot of weird signals that his brain really didn't know how to process, yet, logically, ‘upset’ felt as though it were a proper place to land.

"I do have a taste for human flesh," she admitted, managing to sound somewhat exasperated by that fact. "And elf, I suppose. It's more a product of my present circumstances than choice, but… I am a monster!" She smiled, those rows of too-white and gleaming teeth coated in a terrifying sheen of glistening saliva.

Markus felt himself shy away from the sight, his clear unease eliciting another light laugh from the dungeon boss, who seemed to be enjoying playing with her food.

Sadly, as the moments lingered and neither of them carried on the conversation, Markus felt himself beginning to worry about the particular phrasing the monster had used when making their deal.

At the moment, he'd been willing to take what he could get, yet the difference between 'will' let you live and 'might' let you live was becoming ever more apparent as she watched him without speaking…

"S-so, about letting me go?" he tried, his erection wilting like a dying flower as the monster just—continued to observe him… "M-maybe more questions then?" he pleaded, not liking how eerily quiet the creature was suddenly being.

"I honestly don't know how I could make it work," the monster confessed. The oppressive weight that had been crushing Markus's chest lifted a fraction as their discourse returned.

"I can—w-well, promise you I absolutely won't be returning here ever again if you let me leave!"

"No doubt... But, you know too much, which is somewhat disappointing as I really sort of enjoyed our little conversation."

"I can do better!" Markus assured, his fists balling with whitened knuckles as he spoke. "I can—can… let's see… use a spell! Y-yes, a spell! A geas! A geas to ensure my word."

"And you can cast something like that?"

"Of course! T-the scroll might be a little hard to get and also quite expensive, but I-I can save up and… no… please no…" he whispered, his words faltering as the monster began drooling, viscous ropes of her expectation and hunger slipping from her plump lips as she regarded him much as a fox might a hen… "I-I can be useful!" he stammered, the mage's worst fears returning to the forefront of his mind.

"I appreciate your willingness to participate, but—"

"I'll fuck you!" Markus blurted, his eyes wide, his mind scrambling to find a possible way out of this very dire situation. "T-that's something you want, right? W-well, I'll put on a show for you! Guzzle stamina potions all night long until I pass out inside of you. I can—can… please you… Go for as long as you want, whatever you desire! Just—please, let me prove I'm worth more alive than as your next meal."

For her part, the nightmare before him seemed to actually consider his proposition, her head tilting slightly in contemplation.

Then, her eyes flowed over his sadly lackluster physique...

His body was thin, at the very least, but not at all muscled given his vocation. Honestly, he'd never regretted becoming a mage more than he had at that particular moment.

And ignoring that he hadn't actually—well, ‘been’ intimate with a woman before, Markus was really banking on the notion that he could figure it all out as he went, assuming he got the chance.

"You're not my usual type," the monster noted with a slight frown, truly giving the idea its due time. "But the groveling is definitely doing something right, so there is ‘that’ going for you…"

Markus latched onto that one word like a dying man clinging to a plank of wood at sea, his entire body shifting until he crawled on hands and knees, all while fervently bobbing his head in the affirmative! "Absolutely! I am your humble servant; anything you desire, I am willing to perform. M-my-lady,” he added, swallowing as he bowed, pressing his forehead to the floor as might a beast-kin to their dominus.

"A lady, am I?" the hob laughed, the smile in her words filling the young man with abject joy. "Okay, I'll bite. Come on, give us a kiss, and show me just how attentive a lover you can be."

"A kiss?" Markus parroted, his tone lost somewhere between frantic terror and manic enthusiasm, his mind spinning with the miserable reality that had become his life, even as he lifted himself to see the Cheshire grin of the hob, who, naturally was displaying many razor-sharp teeth while watching him with far more predatory interest than he really felt comfortable with.

"A kiss…" he reiterated, nodding as he despairingly eyed the smiling monster who gently tapped at her full and plush lips, using a single taloned finger to emphasise her point.

The young man nodded, accepting his fate…

Backed into the proverbial corner and left with few worthwhile options, what more could he possibly do?

His life had been placed on the table as an ante for a gamble that he wasn't sure was going to work out.

Still, what, pray tell, were his alternatives?

Try to run away?

Laughable!

Markus was as scrawny as he was woefully lacking in stats compared to a tier-one monster that had already proven to be quick on her feet.

Try for something like a fireball?

He'd be squished before he got halfway through the incantation.

Deny her the clear satisfaction she was getting from toying with him as she demanded he place his face right in front of all those pearly choppers?

Well, he'd still die, but at least he'd—heh—maybe, avoid getting eaten alive?

No. Markus wanted to live, and he hadn't yet given up on that desire.

And if he had a chance of doing so, his pride could definitely foot the bill…

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Slowly and with clear apprehension in his every movement, the mage rose from his place in the dirt, breathing deeply as he approached the executioner's block with the earnest hope he'd be spared.

The monster leaned forward with gleeful anticipation, watching him like a self-satisfied kitten as a mouse approached its hiding place.

Markus resolved himself, steeling his courage as he moved into the hob-woman's personal space, avoiding contact as much as he could before, unceremoniously, he pressed his lips against hers while clamping his eyes as tightly as he could!

Several moments passed as he waited, unable to appreciate the monster's supple fullness, instead kneeling stock-still as though he were a statue, doing little more than holding their faces together until bubbling giggles exploded in his ears and the woman pulled away...

There were tears threatening to flow down her cheeks as a belly laugh the likes of which he'd never expected to hear from her filled the air with its uproarious braying!

When he opened his eyes, the monster was doubled over, holding her stomach as she lost all her self-control, seemingly struggling within a spiral of pure comedy that had her utterly debilitated in a way that his spells couldn't have hoped to achieve.

Confused, Markus shifted somewhat uncomfortably, backing away from the large creature, thoughts of escape and sneak attacks or fleeing as fast as he bloody well could, all dying where they'd first risen as the monster cracked a single eye his way.

She paused, her body racking with remnant quakes of chuckles before she broke down once again, descending back into her insane fit of mirth like he was the funniest thing she'd ever seen…

Despite what he might have previously said about it, his pride very much felt wounded by this.

Markus's entire form hunched in on itself with self-deprecating suspicion that, somehow, his attempts to placate her had resulted in—well, his continued survival in the most ‘theoretical’ sense. However, the mocking chortles were not well received…

"And you're still sitting there!" the monster snorted, hardly managing a breath between words as she continued to fight back against the overwhelming force that was her glee. "A-as if," she continued, with a delighted sob. "You still think that whole: 'I'll service you as long as I'm able' bit is even remotely within your abilities!

“Fucking Christ! Oh, dear god, I don't think I've laughed that hard in years... Oooooh boy…" she whispered, taking in a large breath to fight back against the errant giggles while she wiped at her eyes with the back of a hand. "You've no idea! That was—for context, the very worst attempt at being sexy and fascinating that I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing; you're a virgin!"

Her last words hit him in the gut far worse than any fist he'd ever felt. And Markus had been punched quite a lot in his school days...

He'd admittedly never really been the most athletic, popular, wealthy, well-liked, friendly, or… well, the list could go on and on strictly based on the opinions of his former classmates. But still, this felt just a little harsh!

It wasn't his fault, after all, Markus just wasn't really good with people. The young man often finding that he missed many of the ‘social cues’ that were overtly obvious to others.

Yet, he didn't refute her point.

It was true, after all… And following his apparently mortifying display, it would be hard to argue the fact regardless.

"So—what if I am?" he instead demanded, lifting his chin as the monster shook her head with exasperation.

"Nothing, everyone starts like that! But, honestly, what exactly was your plan? To fake it till you made it? Simply praying I'd knock you over and do all the work while you lay beneath me with your hypothetically magical dick?"

"I’m n-not sure what the ‘specifics’ were, but I assumed it couldn't be that hard..."

"It's not," the monster assured him, still fighting back her euphoria, running one of her hands through the wild mane of her dark hair as she pointed at him. "But that kiss! Whew! I don't even remember my first one being so horribly awkward…"

"You're a monster!" Markus fumed, glaring at the creature across from him as his spine rediscovered itself. "I was pretty sure you were going to bite my head off! Of course, it was bloody well awkward!"

"Oh, you've got no idea!" the hob chuckled. "You were like this close to it," so saying, she lifted a thumb and forefinger to display the tiniest little space between them, her grin returning full force with the gesture. "I was absolutely about to eat you, willingness to be my bottom or not; you really just weren't doing it for me.

“But congratulations! You made me laugh so hard I actually don't want to kill you anymore… It would be almost too cruel given how strong the stray puppy vibes are…"

A hand reached out to gather Markus's cheek, the hob pinching and jiggling his face like he were some cute baby as she did so, her claws leaving somewhat deep red furrows in his skin when she departed. "Oh, sorry… wow, you're just—heh, so weak…" she muttered, looking at him as though she really couldn't believe his flesh could part so easily.

Markus was frozen, his body stiff as though he were a tiny animal hoping a hunter didn't see it, even as the killer knocked an arrow with grim resolve.

He wasn't sure how to react to having his cheek pinched as it had been so often by his grandmother and aunt, regardless of the wounds...

Worse? the effect was so much more potent as he watched the large woman suck the blood from her fingers as though testing his taste.

From the terrifying nod of approval his ‘flavor’ apparently received, Markus was deeply concerned he wasn't yet out of the fire.

Still, when the huge and intimidating beauty rose and wandered off toward Lisa's body, he felt, for the first time, a sense of immense relief as the light at the end of the tunnel finally offered a small glimmer.

"I guess I'll let you go…" she half grumbled and half whined as though it were the hardest decision of her life, the beast kneeling down as though to quickly rummage through his companion's belongings, then heading back to Alicia to do the same.

"But, there will be conditions," she announced curtly, looting his party members as though their roles, in some bizarre twist of fate, were utterly reversed… "First, you can't tell a soul about what you've seen here," she began. "I don't feel like this should be obvious, but I will find out if you spill the beans.

“You're not the first I've released back into the wild, and despite what you might think, we do have connections in the outside world. If I hear that you betray my trust, I'll come for you… and not in the way you'd expect.

“Second. You're leaving your valuables with me. Additionally," she whispered, turning to approach him before looming over Markus, her cruel smile as lovely as it was terrifying, "you will be forced to wear this—"

The monster produced a strange silver chain from ‘somewhere’ Markus hadn't noticed, the hob-goblin leaning down to drape the cool silver over his neck…

At once, he could swear he felt its alien and evil magic seep into his skin! His mind immediately racing as it determined that ‘this’ was to be his collar.

The dungeon's insurance of his good behavior…

A threat as much as it was his salvation.

He shivered as he touched the glittering links while the hob nodded with satisfaction, letting out a long sigh before, suddenly, Markus felt his head pulled toward her with a domineering hand, his lips abruptly crushed against the monster's own!

His mouth was invaded by a slimy and overwhelming foe that wrestled his tongue into quick submission, forcing the young man into a rapid surrender which, bizarrely, led to the most intriguing series of soft and playful flicks and tickles, all of it causing Markus's entire body to gently melt…

The powerful and barbaric scent of the monster filled him, capturing his very being beneath its full-bodied and hedonistically heady aroma.

The passion, the foreign pleasure, the confusion!

In no time at all, the young mage lost himself in the massive body that was crowding him with her primitive savagery, all as she marked him with her syrupy fluids, her not unwelcome invasion causing his mind to dissolve into her exquisite warmth.

At once, the world fell away as he gave in to the nightmare's seduction, his manhood flexing and pressing hard into the muscled thigh that was splitting his legs as though he were the woman and not the other way around.

When Markus was finally released from the dreamlike stupor he'd welcomed with open arms, his eyes caught a glimmering trail of their unholy union as it stretched between their departing lips, shining in the firelight to maintain their connection before, with a lascivious lick, the large monster collected it with her tongue and swallowed without blinking.

Then, she grabbed his cock and balls, squeezing with all the delicate care of a lover's caress, her laughing eyes boring into him as he shuddered, leaning against her powerful arm while she toyed with him, purring in his ear.

"They'll never believe you," she promised, shifting her grip to begin stroking his engorged shaft, and he, unable to resist, shivered in her clutches, something ‘building’ within himself at a glorious and divinely inspired pace! "And, you'll never be able to forget about me…"

Her tongue glided from chin to temple as she tasted him with a growling hunger!

Yet, right as he felt lights begin to dance in his vision, his body tensing while teetering upon an unspeakable precipice unlike anything he'd ever experienced, darkness flashed like the strike of lightning and, before he could realize what had happened, consciousness had already faded away…