Lost in an unknown temple, an adventurous filly would brave through its dangers and erotic traps. Would she expertly escape untouched and tell the tale? Or would Daring Do’s first escapade be something she’d never be able to publish?
They were covered in a sheen of wetness. Thin ropes of liquid hung between several of the tentacles like some kind of lewd holiday decoration. “Heh,” she chuckled to herself as she looked at those tips and guessed what they were going to do if they managed to catch her.
They are going to innocently tickle her hooves senseless, right?
The tease was almost worse than anything else right now. Did it know that this was what she wanted? Was it just choosing to make her wait?
Ancient ruins (and especially ancient traps inside those ruins) can be very patient... (They have to be, considering how "often" visitory are coming.)
Daring had been curious what this would have felt like compared to that goo, but she didn’t expect this at all. The tentacle itself was much firmer, and instead of rippling inside her, vibrating, and giving her those weird inside tickles till she finally gushed, these moved. Their thrusts in and out, sliding along her walls was such a strange sensation, but in some instinct filled part of her mind, felt completely right.
What does the expert say? Which "trap" is the better one so far?
They are going to innocently tickle her hooves senseless, right?
Ancient ruins (and especially ancient traps inside those ruins) can be very patient...
(They have to be, considering how "often" visitory are coming.)
What does the expert say? Which "trap" is the better one so far?
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Oh, they're going to tickle her. Not innocently though.