Soon I would impact upon her, the foolish Master Sorceress of this wicked dungeon. The thought of it made my supreme rod swell in anticipation under the tiny loincloth I wore merely as a gesture of modesty.

Behind me, on the countless floors of this dungeon laid the devastated and dominated servants of the evil ruler. Lowly goblins, the quick undead, demons with delusions of grandeur - all of them had broken under the power of my mighty phallus.

I rushed through the final chambers, eager to catch my prey when I came upon it. A chest! A splendid chest with all the wonders of the mortal world inside it! Nay, I jest; for in truth I saw the wicked Mimic for what it was. A brutal creature that fed upon the avarice and vice of our mortal flesh. I stopped my onslaught to look at it. The Mimic was a terrible foe, to be sure. For me, an easy opponent to dispatch but still... My impeccable vision locked on the huge keyhole of the Greed Beast. It... It was a challenge to be sure.

I approached the Mimic, and let my loincloth fall. My massive penis, big as the forearm of a lesser man, closed on the immobile Mimic until I were mere inches away from its keyhole.

As if thunder struck, I pushed my full manhood inside the Beast. The sensation - smooth as velvet, yet coarse as Dragon's hide! And the suction! By thine nine gods the suction was out of this world!

The cruel creature began to buck and fight beneath me as it realized what was about to happen. I grabbed it with the two slabs that was my hands, it was time for this buck to be broken.

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