Beast Nightmare Sexx-Chapter 10: Dungeons of the Capital and Morning Desire
I woke up with a hot, wet, and incredibly tight sensation enveloping me entirely, as if something soft, wet, and alive had decided to pull me out of sleep in the most naughty and direct way possible. My eyes opened slowly and with a start, my still-blurry vision adjusting to the faint, grayish light of the male dormitory filtering through the thick, dusty curtains covering the high windows. And there she was again — Rina, the curvy blonde servant from the previous night and from the madness of the Awakening, kneeling between my spread legs on the narrow, creaking bed. Her long, golden hair tied in a practical ponytail rose and fell in a slow but hungry and dedicated rhythm over my exposed groin.
Fuck, a full morning blowjob with no warning. Her hot mouth working slowly but with insatiable hunger, her soft and agile tongue swirling around the sensitive, swollen head, the tight and rhythmic suction building fast and explosive pressure along my entire cock, veins throbbing as she swallowed deep without gagging. She raised her surprisingly vivid blue eyes, now glazed, to me the instant I woke up, her cheeks slightly bulging from the volume, a naughty and addicted smile shining even with her mouth full and busy.
My body reacted instantly and primally as always — my large hands unconsciously grabbing her soft, silky blonde hair firmly, forcing it deep and mercilessly into her hot, tight throat with a strong, dominant thrust. Thick, hot semen spurted out in long, intense spasms while she swallowed everything without losing a single drop, her throat pulsing and tightening even more to suck out the rest as if it were the most delicious breakfast of her life.
When I finally finished, I fell back onto the hard, thin mattress, breathing heavily and panting, the cold sweat from the night mixing with new heat rising through my entire body, my chest heaving as I stared at the cracked ceiling of the dormitory. Rina slowly pulled her face away from my sweaty groin, licking her thin, pink lips with residual semen glistening on them, a bright, satisfied, and completely addicted smile stamped on her flushed face.
"You’re fully awake now, Awakened Master? Hmm, this thing here works perfectly in the morning too... hot and delicious just like last night the whole time."
Her voice was hoarse and marked from the deep throat use, but full of raw and insatiable hunger that the system mercilessly planted in all partners. I remembered intense flashes of the night after the tea party — her sneaking back into the dark and silent dormitory after the public humiliation, quickly changing out of her simple uniform, her curvy and voluptuous body offering itself again on the narrow bed without hesitation, repeated and brutal sessions yielding high multipliers while I took her hard and without stopping to satisfy the remnants of the random poison, her moans muffled in the pillow so as not to wake the other guys.
"Breakfast is ready downstairs in the common male refectory. Get dressed quickly before it gets cold. Your shirt from yesterday is completely ruined from the tears... you can use this one, I grabbed it from the replacement stock for male servants. It fits perfectly."
She handed me a simple, clean gray shirt, thick but comfortable fabric, before turning and leaving the room with her bare, marked back swaying subtly, her round and fleshy ass visible under the tight service uniform shorts, her long legs limping slightly from the intense use.
I stayed alone in the cramped room for a few minutes, my mind racing as I processed everything again. A fixed secret partner at the academy yielding pure gold — morning acts like this +800 points easily and quickly, daily consumption reduced with her constantly nearby, points now jumping and stabilizing at a safe 8,920 for long days. Extended time giving precious breathing room to survive without immediate desperation. But the risk was fucking high — discovery of the hidden encounters meant total ruin, expulsion, matriarchal judgment. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
I slowly got up from the creaking bed, calmly put on the full academy uniform, the improved sword with ancient ruin claws in the discreet side sheath, basic backpack on my back with cheap mana potions and reinforced rope. Aria reported quietly and invisibly beside me, her mechanical voice only for me: [Personal Airship 55% complete now. Worker robots optimizing production with the rich ambient mana of the central capital. Extra energy accumulated from nighttime and morning acts helped with a significant boost in speed.]
Good sign. Flying independence approaching fast — my own base in the skies, total escape from this oppressive academy.
The day after the humiliating tea party was completely dedicated to the official adventurers guild — a mandatory and traditional course for all academy students, noble or commoner, to "experience the real suffering that our ancestors faced on the frontiers." Formal registration as a beginner adventurer, practical exploration of the famous underground dungeon of the capital to earn extra coins by selling mana crystals or smaller dropped items. Poor peripheral men like me went in droves on these extended weekends, grinding for hours to pay for expensive tea parties, mandatory gifts for the heiresses, or simply to survive without becoming debtors.
I joined the large, noisy group of first-years at the academy’s main gate at dawn — mostly male from poor backgrounds like mine, with typical basic beginner adventurer equipment: patched light armor with weak mana plates, rusty swords or simple training spears, worn-out backpacks with cheap healing potions and thick rope for climbing. Rich noblewomen went in small, protected groups with personal Awakened guards or their own luxurious airships, laughing loudly at our misery.
Daniel and Raymond quickly found me in the sweaty, anxious crowd, their faces tired and marked after yesterday’s humiliating party in the suspended garden.
"Fuck, Shade, did you survive the public dance with the scholarship student Olivia in one piece? Marie destroyed you badly in front of everyone, the laughter didn’t stop."
I laughed cynically and bitterly, bumping shoulders with them.
"I survived as always. And you two? Did your mediocre invitations get accepted or rejected to your faces?"
They shrugged in defeated synchronization. Our entire group followed the large collective airship from the guild to the entrance of the capital’s dungeon — a famous and ancient underground labyrinth at the base of the massive central island, with initial levels full of weak and predictable beasts for novices to farm basic mana crystals or smaller sellable items.
Arriving at the imposing entrance — a heavy enchanted stone gate guarded by veteran guild adventurers checking registrations and equipment — I felt completely out of place as always. My poor, patched equipment compared to the rich nobles with shining mana armor and gleaming enchanted weapons, but as a defective Divine-rank Awakened, at least I had the raw advantage of strength and subtle regeneration.
"I can’t believe Daniel and Raymond convinced me to come along on this whole shit. Complete idiots. Not that I wouldn’t have come alone anyway, to get sellable items and level up in the guild."
I muttered quietly to myself, sword firm in my hand. The dungeon was a real and concrete chance — mana crystals to sell for good coins, rare lost relics hidden in side rooms, practical experience to rise in adventurer rank and perhaps attract a less sadistic patroness.
The group descended the wide, dark stairs in a line, the damp, cold air heavy with ancient mold hitting hard in the face, blue mana torches illuminating walls covered in faint glowing moss and faded runes. Initial beasts appeared quickly on the first levels — giant, slow but venomous mana larvae crawling from the shadows, their thick carapaces shining.
Combat began chaotic and disorganized — poor peripheral men grinding at the front like human shields, taking venomous hits to protect the scholarship students behind who farmed mana safely. I advanced straight ahead with sword in hand, cutting through the thick, resistant carapace of a larger larva, the blade sinking deep with Awakened strength, green venom spurting but not affecting me thanks to subtle regeneration.
Exhaustion came quickly in my muscles, pain throbbing in my arms from repeated strikes, but immense satisfaction from killing — the larva falling and dissolving into pure mana, its crystalline core shining in the center for loot.
A larger larva fell under my final blow, its body convulsing before exploding into mana dust. Exultant despite the overall pain — no rare special item dropped, but good crystals in the core worth decent coins.
I quickly assessed the situation on the level: the group scattered in mild panic, some wounded groaning from venom, deeper beasts awakening with the noise, command chain completely broken, novices fleeing in the wrong directions.
Staying together was surviving — I had to shout orders to regroup.
But desire whispered low and treacherous in my veins — a wounded scholarship student nearby groaning, my eyes on her triggering the naughty interface.
Points were safe for now, but the eternal hunger was growing.
It was only the real beginning. The Second Nightmare strong at night.
