When ancient evil artifacts say you'll be turned into a hellish beast, only a few will ready take hold of it. You decide the forces of evil are so much more fun and you sought all the power you could find. Unsurprisingly, your bargain came with some unforeseen side effects. For one, you were now bound to this dungeon!
Barthos
Strength: 50
Intelligence: 50
Charisma: 10
Agility: 10
Libido: 50
-Skills-
Raid Boss
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You had pictured yourself a powerful evil wizard, holding an artifact of unspeakable evil to conquer player and NPC alike. When you first heard it call out to you your eyes gleamed with opportunity. Using basic spells to control and defeat your opponents had lost its luster. You ventured for days until you came across the ominous looking doorway carved into a mountain. Were it not for the dark whispers from the artifact you'd have dismissed it as some derelict tomb. It didn't take long before you ran into guards to dispatch. They proved tough, but your prize radiated so much power you could feel it wash over you. With each room cleared the environment changed. The rooms became less dusty and more opulent. The dungeon culminated in a large throne room, immense in both height and sheer size. You're surprised no other adventurers had even talked about this place, given that the walls were draped in expensive tapestries and gold.
Atop the richly detailed ornate throne sat your object of desire, a faintly glowing crown. It's evil was unmistakable, the black metal crown featured only a single gem and more spikes than a hedgehog. It seemed almost out of place in the decadent gold-coated throne room. but the power flowing from this item was palpable. You didn't get in here for nothing and without a moment's hesitation about the consequences you lift it up. Already you feel dark energy coursing through you, empowering you. You slowly lower the crown onto your head and.... nothing. You expected to be enveloped in a column of light as the magic surged through you, but not a thing happened. Were you using it wrong? This was a crown, right? You tried to think of another way to 'wear' the thing and suddenly you had an idea. What if it was a really big ring? You hang it from your finger but still the surge of power you're waiting for just does not happen. You try each of your fingers just to be sure, slowly losing your temper. You even try wearing it as an armband to no avail.
Angered by your failure of a trip you are just about ready to throw the crown aside and give up. But the temptation is too strong, you find yourself unable to resist the dark allures held within. Finally you look down to see that the dark energy radiating off the crown has give you quite the tentpole in your robes. Suddenly you look at the crown and realize that in a game called Kinkquest it's well possible you might be holding an ancient evil cock ring. You feel a little dirty just picking it up now, not knowing where it's been. But with all other options eliminated, it's the only way you can think of to tap into the power held within the artifact. You pull open your robes to reveal your boner and hang the crown on it. Immediately it begins to shake, a surge of power bringing you to climax instantly. You're ambushed by the sheer ferocity of your release as the crown shrinks down to fit around your shaft.
Corrupting energies race through you, transforming your body. You feel your strength and health grow immensely, your broadening torso tearing through your robes. You start growing too, doubling in size before looking at your hands. Your decrepit thin fingers grew into meaty hands with nasty-looking claws on them. Your skin began to turn blood-red, almost purple as evil began to overtake you. Most profound was the growth of your libido, you manhood swelling up impressively. You thank the dark powers the artifact grew with you or this would've gotten very painful. Slowly you feel your arcane knowledge dull as new tricks and abilities take center stage. These were far too powerful for mere players to wield, but you'd unlocked them. As you transformed the few remaining scraps of your clothing fell off, allowing your muscular body to grow unabated. When your dark transformation was complete you stood as a hulking testament to the dark forces that corrupted this world. Time to demonstrate to all that your ascension would spell their doom. You walk out of the throne room only for a sharp pain to stop you in your tracks. You look down to see the artifact's spikes turning inwards, poking your throbbing manhood. The pain was so intense you took a step back, the spikes retreating. Above your head a warning flashed.
"Only when ten thousand souls have been fed to the Eye may you leave this chamber."
You fell to your knees, realizing the cost of all this power. You were the new dungeon boss now. Once you had killed enough players you would be allowed to roam freely, wreaking havoc upon a world unprepared for your wrath. And knowing how long it would take to kill ten thousand you knew that wrath would be all that's left for them.
From that day your name and dungeon became known. Inside you would sit in your throne, waiting for those who think themselves brave enough to take you on. Kinkquest allowed players to group up to take on dungeons, scaling their inhabitants to match the number of players. Adventurers could try to take them on all alone or with up to 99 others.
Though the dark powers had locked you out of your spells, you were far from defenseless. Your cum was empowered by the artifact and could drain the life and willpower from any whose skin it touched. Your manhood could now spurt on command and your balls refilled themselves in seconds. Your great strength allowed you to wrestle enemies to a standstill and either beat them to a pulp or just hold them down to shower them in cum. You stood ten feet tall, a formidable opponent for any challenger. But against larger group sizes you became even taller. Your health scaled up accordingly and your attacks gained areas of effect, allowing you to cover sections of the room in sticky, slowing cum. Against huge groups you were gargantuan enough to even swallow adventurers whole with your dick.
Within days of your dungeon opening up to players the first contenders showed up. How many are there?
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