The Jewels of the Sunken Palace (Alternate Version)
A Smuthunter Story
One more step… the lights flickered and the shadows danced… one more step closer… he swayed as he moved, lulled by the silent music he felt… the music she danced to… one more step closer to her… the light in her eyes glimmered like… like the…
Her lips were pursed as her hips shifted one way as her stomach rolled the other…
I write to you in haste. We have found the passage below, down through the earth, through the dungeons, and deeper than the deep caves. I have sent as many of our expedition back as I could part with. Both to deliver this letter to you, to and to ensure our discovery is not lost should the worst happen.
The nature of this place is beyond all comprehension; this Under Land is a world of subterranean forests and rivers, a realm of wind and clouds, and even rain. The ceiling, the sky of this place is lit by a roof of stone that glows with the flow of magma or some other force I cannot explain.
I remain here, well provisioned and closing in on the path to the Sunken Palace and its mysteries. We have discovered many signs of the lost city, and more than a few considerable treasures. After shares, I have chosen to send you mine to this point along with this letter and a map. The men I am sending to deliver these to you I have trusted with my life.
If I do not return, know that some unknown hardship or fate has befallen me, and that you my heir may choose to finish this work or take what good it has wrought and honor me as you so see fit.
Your Uncle, Sir Rhyen Dain
The letter came, and so too did the map.
But neither the treasure, nor the men came with it.
It was found by chance in a well-oiled and preserved leather wallet in the bottom of a thick and hard used satchel. The satchel itself had been found in the corner of an old bandit hideout that had been razed by the forces of the Chosen One’s Queen, and sent with care to its rightful recipient, the newly knighted Damien Dain, who like his uncle, was an explorer for the Western Crown.
There was little else in his heart but the wonder for the unknown, the lost, and the legendary. There was much in his life that could have filled that hole, but his youth and daring blinded him to a more practical life, or at least blinded to one that was as dangerous in more predictable ways.
Little wars had bred a larger chaos on the continent.
Even as the Demon King of the Waste was felled by the Chosen One, foes both new and ancient had arisen to disrupt the peace, trade, and almost all manner of travel. In the remnants of the Empire, in those smaller kingdoms that made up the center of the continent had sprung violence.
It was whispered that powerful and manipulative figures seemed to be pulling the strings of this new chaos. Rumors started to flow about maniacal shadows is almost every forest and old ruin, and over the span of a year, fear became the only true currency of the realm.
Sir Damien had long considered lending his arm to more valorous heroism, perhaps chasing the whispers of evil that came from the darkness, or from the far away northern temple now rumored to be ruled by a mysterious and legendary darkness.
It was the travel and the mystery that spoke to his curiosity and wanderlust, not so much the chance for glory and deeds of arms. But all of these dangers demanded a champion of the light, and as fit and daring as he was, Damien was not that kind of hero.
Luckily, being a knight, he knew a few that were; and together with a small train of spelunkers and baggage carriers, he and his band pierced the surface of the world and dove down deep, deeper than the deep caves, the lost dungeons, and into the Under Land his uncle had spoken of.
“This must be a sight for you.” Sir Connor Bane, Damien’s best friend, clapped him on the shoulder as they stood on a plateau under the strange white gold glow that radiated from the roof above.
Damien’s father had died when he was a boy, killed by an enemy spear in a pointless battle, and his mother was distant and cold, then quick to remarry. Her new husband had little use for her lands, and wanted a son of his own. So, Damien’s uncle had adopted him, and made him his heir.
Damien had thought the whole of the exploration had been lost, that the search was fruitless and his uncle’s death had been for naught. But the letter and the map had changed all of that.
“Do you see, yonder,” Sir Hedrick Sparrows, the third of their noble and gallant company, pointed out to a forested valley far in the distance. ‘Those are rain clouds. There is weather down here, weather, and wind, and night and day in this place.”
It had been unnerving to discover this place, unnerving and vindicating beyond belief. “We should make camp here, close to the entrance. Hedrick, take a few of the men and walk the perimeter, don’t scout out too wide, but keep an eye out for water and light a torch now, we don’t know if the lights will suddenly go dark. Connor and I will situate camp.”
The Fate of Hedrick
The tall grass parted, spread by two pale hands, and Sir Hedrick found himself staring into pale, translucent blue eyes, eyes the color of the real sky so many miles above, so many miles away.
She had elfin ears, pointed, and larges, they stuck out from her mane of deep green hair, and a golden crown sat atop her head, adored in the center with a large white diamond. Soft, pale lips turned into a smile, and her body started to shift.
Through the grass Hedrick only say her upper half: those pale arms that were wrapped in golden bracelets and bangles, with one arm adorned only by a gold snake with ruby eyes that twisted up to her elbow, and her considerable breasts, as large as his head and supported by a bra of gold and silk, that was also bedecked with golden chains and dangling gems of all colors and sizes.
She did not speak to him, nor did he speak to her, instead, they stared into each other’s eyes as her torso started to shift and her hands rose to her eyes. When her fingers closed and her body moved, the sight of those bouncing, massive breasts caught his eye, and as her hips started to shift from side to side, Hedrick became enthralled by her dance.
The way she moved, the way she shifted, there were stories of dancers able to move like this back on the surface, but they were in distant lands and had not graced his eyes. Now though, he stared in awe as her head and shoulders started to sway, and her breasts started to bounce in a different pattern. As the gold of her bangles clanked and jingled, he could almost hear or at least imagine the silent music of her dance…
He wanted to speak, he wanted to move, he wanted to back away as she started to sway closer to him, but what he wanted more was to move with her, to follow the sway of her bouncing breasts and the serpentine motion of her body, loose, fluid, and truly hypnotic.
Somewhere behind him in the small copse of trees, they’d found a spring, and the others were gathering water and collecting deadfall for the camp. Somehow this place could support plant life even with the absence of the sun.
But that didn’t matter now.
His eyes had not left her breasts, and as they came closer, the up and down motion of them had made Hedrick aroused. His blood was flowing though his body was still as a statue. His breath was sharper, though he had not made a single move. And while he was in a dangerous place full of unknown perils, all he wanted to do was watch and follow her.
He started to mimic hers swaying back and forth, mirroring the direction of her head and shoulders, all while the soft bounce of her massive breasts continued.
His eyes were drawn up though, to her lips as she pursed them together as though she were about to kiss him, even though she was still more than an extended sword’s length away. He watched, dumbstruck as she spit something at him, something green…
That struck his face, his eyes, and even his mouth. As it connected with him, Sir Hedrick felt a wave of numbing, electric pleasure throb through his body. He gasped as the weakness spread, powerlessness and pleasure flowing through his body as one,
He stumbled forwards, not backwards, and raised a trembling hand to wipe away the stickiness on his face, and as his fingers slid past his eyes, he was staring deep into hers, watching her pupils change from those of a person’s to those of a serpent’s.
“Look,” her voice was soft, deadly soft and smooth as the creamy skin of her breasts, “look down, sink down brave one, down into the warmth of my breasts. Come to my embrace, step into my arms, and rest your head on my breasts. You are weary and wanting, weak and lusting, join me in my dance, join with me in my grasp.”
“This is suspect Damien, you know something is off here.”
The glow in the roof had dimmed considerably by the time the return party had departed.
“I do.” Damien nodded, “But I also know we just found an underground world more impossible than any magic we’ve heard or seen in our lives or in any accounting. Something spooked Hedrick, something spooked the rest of them out there too. But Hedrick’s been more talk than deed for as long as we’ve known him, and he’ll probably talk himself into turning back around.”
“But if he doesn’t?”
“Then we’ve lost half our number. And if that’s what’s happened, then well, if you were me Connor, what would you do?”
“I’d get a good night’s sleep, take my turn at watch, and then tomorrow I’d make my way out to explore and do what I came here for.”
Later that night, as Connor walked the perimeter of the camp, checking in with the men and checking their defenses, he saw the flicker of something out at the edge of the firelight.
It was a glimmer of color, a flash of something blue, and as he narrowed his eyes to see what it may have been, another color sparkled out in the dark, then another. Blue became purple, then green, then yellow, and on and on in no more time than the blink of an eye.
He felt the world pass him by in a rainbow of electric color, and then it was gone, blinked away into the darkness, but something lingered there, some phantom image that had burned itself into his eyes.
He walked out of the circle of light, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Did you come back?”
There was another flash of electric blue at the edge of his vision, and he spun to face it, his blade half drawn.
Then he stopped.
Something horrible filled his vision, but not for long.
Warm sticky pleasure started to flow through his face, leaving his lips numb and his sense of direction confused. Something was trickling down his neck and the darkness was crowding him.
“Let’s not look at that shall we,” a slinky, feminine voice was slithering in his ear with long s’s that were starting to constrict his thoughts.
“Look at me, I’m a much nicer sight for you, yes.” He couldn’t make out the new form in front of him, not until little candle flames of color started to twinkle and dance, cascading along golden chains and bangles, illuminating and outlining a beautiful and buxom figure.
The lights were dancing, and every flicker was a disorienting strike to Connor’s diminishing ability to think. “Be still now Connor, be still and silent”
Soft lips kissed him in the darkness, and he felt massive breasts pressing into his chest as that mysterious voice slithered its words into his ear, “Come with me my darling thing.”
He felt something strong curl around his body, and as he felt himself being pulled along, the fire behind him grew more distant and the world grew oppressively silent.
Free from the assault of the flashing lights, but drunk on whatever toxic chemical bliss his captor had exposed him to, the horror Connor had seen returned to him in an ethereal fashion.
He had seen Hedrick.
The flat, empty skin of his friend had been there at his feet, the man’s clothes and armor were there as well, all as one piece, paper thin, and crumbling to dust before his eyes… eyes… serpentine scintillating eyes looking into his as delicate hands loosened his trousers while soft cooing shushing sounds wrapped around him again. He gasped with pleasure, and grunted with hunger as his cock slid inside her.
“Yes, my prey, my pet, my little mouse, give yourself to me.”
The Keeper of the Jewels
“Down here,” Damien scrambled down the trail, doing his best to keep up with his friend.
Connor had woken Damien early with news of a promising discovery.
The valley near the edge of their camp was more than just rock, it was the half buried remains of stone structures that were either built into the walls of the valley, or if the legends of a kingdom pulled down into the earth were as true as they seemed, they valley was made up of these lost structures.
Connor looked like he hadn’t slept well. He was pale, and the skin around his eyes, and his jaw seemed both too tight and too loose, but he’d been energetic and vital enough to suggest the two of them explore while the remaining members of their band foraged and fortified the camp.
“Damn it Connor,” Damien laughed as he made it to the bottom of the valley, “where are you?”
The valley was wider than it looked like from above, and the glowing ceiling’s golden light had made the large pool of water at Damien’s feet look like solid ground from above.
On the other side of the pool, flanked by two columns of white worked stone was what had to have once been a gate.
“In here Damien, you won’t believe what’s in here,” Connor’s voice echoed out from that yawing opening, and Damien rolled his eyes before starting to trudge around the edge of the pool.
As he stepped into the shadows of the cave, he heard the thin crackling sound of dry leaves under his boots and looked down. There was something brown at his feet, and whatever it was it crumbled to dust.
“Connor,” he paused as he walked deeper into the darkness, away from the almost daylight glow of the underground world, “Connor?”
A flicker of multicolored candle flames started to dance to life in front of him, and their glow dimmed into a vibrant rainbow of shimmering light, outlining a beautiful buxom elf woman with long green hair who was adorned in all manner of jewelry, including a golden crown with a large white diamond in its center.
She was dressed like a dancer, her long flowing skits of layered silk and satin disappeared into the darkness, but Damien could hardly look away from the shimmering glow of mystical light that did little more than illuminate the gargantuan heft of her breasts.
“Ah, Damien is it, it’s so nice to meet you, welcome,” she moved her hands across her face with a flourish, “to my home.”
Behind him, the pool of water started to ripple with unseen and unheard waves of sound, and in front of him, the mysterious woman started to dance.
“You’ve come so far to see so much, won’t you come to me, won’t you come closer, and look upon what you’re finally so close to?”
Her hips shifted back and forth, while her torso moved in the opposite direction, all while her wrists moved in circles causing her rings and bracelets to shimmer, their glowing gems joining in her dance.
“You seem to know me, but I don’t know you.” Damien felt tense, adrenaline was surging through his body, and he knew he’d walked into danger.
“I do know you Sir Damien Dane, knight explorer and treasure seeker. Your friends have told me much of you, and you can call me what I am, a dancer, nothing more. Just a dancing girl who has endured, and now, being the last living soul in this kingdom, I wear its treasures.”
Her breasts bounced, their heft jiggling as they did, and the various gems and jewels that hung over and between them cast and inviting sparkle.
She giggled, “look upon them as you always desired to.”
Damien felt something brushing up against him, something that was lingering on his skin, something with a beat, the beat she was dancing to. It was intoxicating, and Damien felt the urge to move, but he’d never been much of a dancer.
“Are those truly them?” He couched his voice in stoic disbelief, but he feared that the sight of her luscious breasts bouncing before his eyes would betray his curiosity; a curiosity that was winning out over his fear.
“They are,” those two words resonated in his ears as though they were sung, and her shoulders were shifting and rolling, Her arms out wide, and the more her enormous breasts bounced in the glow of the gems, the harder it was becoming for Damien not to just stare at them. “Come closer and look.”
He almost did, but the sensation felt like it would have been someone else walking towards her, someone else listening to her, and he laughed. It wasn’t at her, but at himself. There were stories abound, rumors and whispers of powerful female creatures at work all over the continent, beguiling their victims, and making puppets out of others. They were witches, and demon queens, and spider women from the depths of history as forgotten as this place was.
Damien couldn’t help but laugh, but it was short lived.
“You’re a strong soul aren’t you? Not only promising, not only bright in spirit, but your will is strong. Your desires,” her musical slithering voice that was starting to constrict him, starting to apply coercive mental pressure to him that he’d never felt before, “are very strong too. If only you desired me as you desire these gems.”
There was a promise in her words that he saw in the shift of her body and the bounce of her chest. There was a promise in her words that made the gems glow and start to flicker, causing a cascade of scintillating light to dance over her heaving breasts. All around him the air was alive with her, and as she moved the silent music swirled around him.
“You soul is strong, your will is strong, whatever you put your mind to, you can become single minded Damien, single minded and focused beyond reason.”
Those words sounded right, and it was odd to agree with the mysterious dancing girl, but it felt nice. It felt nice to watch her tits moving, to feel the music she was moving to, to feel connected to her, and to see the truth, the proof of his quest and his uncle’s…
He’d taken a shuffling step forward as his mind wandered into agreeing with her, and then out of that soft space between her breasts as his uncle returned to his mind. He blinked and felt distant for a moment.
Her lips were starting to pucker as thought she were about to blow him a kiss, but stopped, “What’s troubling you my sweet brave one?”
“You’re, you’re enchanting me aren’t you?” He took a step backwards, slowly, and started to take another when she smiled, fanned her fingers over her breasts, and as they moved away, her silk and gold top somehow fell away.
“You flatter me, but if you’re feeling charmed and enchanted by me, you only compliment my dancing. I have danced for many, and even for the king and the queen here, and they too found themselves bewitched by what they saw, though I was different then. Tell me,” her naked breasts jiggled in pure captivating majesty as she shot her hips from side to side, “is the thought of being compelled to the point of transfixed obsession becoming your single minded desire now?”
Damien tried to make sense of what she was saying, but the words were noises that he was having difficulty separating from the music that he felt on his skin and in his ears. She was moving to it with such effortless perfection that even her speech seemed to be part of her dance, like she was singing with the music, and maybe, just maybe if those massive jumbling tits weren’t lulling his eyes into a loose glassy stare, then maybe he could find a way to answer her.
She smiled, “You’re finally hearing the music, listen to the music and come to me Damien.”
“Come to me Damien,” her body was twisting, shifting, slithering from side to side like a…
Her pupils shifted in a blink of glowing blue light, becoming reptilian, like a snake…
That shed’s it’s skin…
“Come to me Damien”
That has a forked tongue like the one that flicked out over her lips before she spat something at him.
Something that splattered on the sleeve of his upraised arm.
“Aaargh,” he snarled and drew his sword, then moved to set upon her.
Snakes would paralyze their foes with fear and indecision, making them wait to try and act, and then acting faster than they could. Damien was no mouse, though her charms had indeed left him on the very edge of just such a fate.
His blade came down hard on the snake bangle that wrapped round her arm, and her other hand bolted out to grab him by the back of the neck and pull. His forward moment carried his face into her breasts and now that he was too close to use his blade for anything, she used her other arm to secure her hug.
Damien felt her hand on the back of his head, pushing his face into her massive, impossibly soft cleavage, then start to stroke his hair, ”Soft as sleep, and sinking slumber, submit and succumb, it’s time to surrender.”
He thrashed around, but she continued to chant, and those words became the music, which became a web of sticky confused exhaustion that was wrapping around him.
Under Her Spell
”Soft as sleep, and sinking slumber, submit and succumb, it’s time to surrender.”
His body was going limp as his face was pressed into her breasts. He was feeling drained, or being absorbed somehow just from contact with her skin, and as his sword fell from his hand, something strong started to coil around his legs. As it did, she twisted and elevated herself, so that her breasts were above him, and she put her hands on his shoulders.
“Oh Damien, look up, look upon them, look at my breasts, my hypnotic, compelling breasts. They seduced my king and his queen. They beguiled the minds of all who saw me dance, and it was supposed to be a cruel joke to make them so much larger when I was cursed and transformed, but their massive size has only ever served me well in this form.”
She stuck a finger between her lips, then rubbed her nipple with it, “Soon you will be given a proper kiss from me, but for now here is a taste.”
Her fingers were in his hair now, and she tilted his head back. Damien felt soft inside, and quiet behind his eyes. It seemed like either her strength was growing, or his was diminishing, and as she gave his hair the slightest pull and he felt the thrill of that forceful action mixed with the overwhelmingly enthralling power of her breasts mixed her words, Damien couldn’t help but suck on her sticky nipple as she pressed it against his lips.
”Soft as sleep, and sinking slumber, submit and succumb, it’s time to surrender.” She stroked his head as he kissed and sucked, and felt his body tinge with a numb, pleasurable intoxication. “Kiss and suck now sweet one, there is no escape, there is nothing else.”
Damien’s arms were heavy, his body was weak and clumsy, but his hands found their way to her breasts and he couldn’t stop himself from exploring the masses of flesh that were her breasts.
Softer than anything before this moment, softer even than the stroke of her fingers through his hair, she brushed his cheek, led his lips away form her nipple, and kissed him.
Damien’s lips were tingling with the same numbness that had worked its way through him, and as his lips were parted by her, she kissed him harder, and released her venom in that long and sensual moment.
The last of his strength ebbed, the last of his control faded, and his body turned to clay in her embrace.
She stripped him naked as thought she were playing with a doll, and then laid him flat on his back, his cock upright, his eyes open and seeing nothing more than her beauty and the flickering candle-like glow of her gems.
She slid over him, and took him inside her, and with a slowness that would torture a mind and body that were not so enthralled and dominated, she started to milk his cock, moaning as she pleased herself on him over and over again.
Damien looked up, and in between flashes of pleasure he had moments of clarity and awareness. He was numb and warm, drunk with pleasure and on the verge of ecstasy, but as he looked up at her and the hypnotic sway of her breasts, bouncing as she danced on him, Damien did not think of what had befallen him, he only thought of how gorgeous she was.
The longer it went on, the harder, thicker, he became and the more he released in incomplete and tantalizing spurts. With every little burst, the brighter the diamond in her crown glowed, and the more overwhelming her breasts became.
Them the diamond burst into white light and he knew nothing but a brief moment of pleasure that stretched onwards into infinity, as she pulled his essence from his flesh and then took his skin to wear as his own.
A few short hours later the rest of the expedition had packed up and started their march back to the surface. Their bags were heavy with gold that Damien had brought them, telling them all that he couldn’t ask any of them to risk more as he set out to find Connor.
He told them not to worry, but asked that if neither he not Connor returned to the surface, to not let this discovery fade from knowledge.
None of them would see the skin fall away and wither into dust, nor would they see the vibrant sapphire hanging between her breasts glowing with the life energy of their leader.