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Quiquan, desperate and filled with the pulsating delights of the orgasmic rune trap, reaches out for the legs of the female intruder. She grips around the hoofed leg, squeezing her tight. “W… who are… you?”

The female intruder yanks her leg free with little effort, thanks to the stimulating distractions of the magic on the floor. She smirks and turns towards her partner. “I don’t see any problem introducing ourselves, do you?”

The male nuzzles up to her, rubbing his hooved hands over her shoulders. “Tik Tik would surely learn about us anyway. She’s a smart woman, not as smart as you, of course,” he adds, punctuating his affirmation with a kiss on his partner’s cheek.

She places a mechanical glove on her chest and says. “We are Lerato and Lovemore, dik-dik dungeon delvers.”

“As for why we’re here,” Lovemore says, stepping away from his beloved Lerato, “You’ll find out soon enough. Now, then,” He pulls a piece of parchment from his robes, which he examines. “It seems the stairway is the easiest way to access the higher levels, my deer. We shouldn’t have much trouble ascending them. No traps for the next floor.”

“Then, by all means, love, you lead the way,” Lerato motions him forward with a leading bow.

“Oh, if you insist,” he titters, his hooves clopping against the floor's stonework.

Whimpering in her magically enhanced climax, Asuka crawls, trying to get to them. “Please, you can’t… Lady Tik Tik… is a kind soul.”

Lerato stops, her glove tightening into a fist.

Lovemore stops on the first few steps and reaches a hoof out to his lover. “Please, don’t listen to them.”

Lerato takes a deep breath and grasps her lover’s hand. She follows him up until they are side-by-side, ascending the staircase.

They make their way up nearly to the second floor's landing when a rope noose falls from the darkness, latching onto Lerato by the horn and tightening up.

Lovemore whirls around, staring wide-eyed. Down the stairs stands Seppel, holding onto the rope and staring up at them with a burning intensity in the old kobold’s gaze.

Lerato falls almost as if in slow motion, her glove reaching out, fingers brushing against her Love’s hoof tips as she loses her footing.

The eloquent and elegant Lovemore leaps over her, his majestic form flipping high above her gaze, replacing the fear and vertigo with love and admiration.

From his hoof sparks a blade of magical energy, which he quickly swings to sever the connection between the rope and his lover. When she falls, it is into his waiting hand, though he does not take his eyes off the kobold beneath him.

“You, sir, have made an enemy this day,” says Lovemore, pointing his magical blade at the aged kobold. “Prepare yourself to di-ah?”

Lerato peppers Lovemore with little kisses over his cheek, even smushing his glasses out of place as she embraces him and praises her hero.

“My dee-er,” he whines. “I’m trying to be bad-ass here.”

“But you’re always bad-ass,” she says, “because you’re my hero.”

He snorts, dissipating his sword with a flick of his wrist. “It's Best to tend to your comrades, elder one, or else they may just pass out from overstimulation.”

Seppel narrows his eyes, gripping the cut rope tightly in his calloused hands. He steps one foot on the stairs when Asuka howls in another of the orgasms triggered by the trap. He grits his teeth and looks back toward his allies.

“Don’t worry, Ol’ Seppel’s comin’ for ya!” He shouts, disappearing back into the entrance chamber.

Up on the stairs, Lerato snickers, patting her hubby on the shoulder, and return to her ascent. “More like they’re the ones cumming, right, Love?”

“Right, you are, my deer.”

Once they reach the top of the stairway, they stand in front of the ornate doors, and Lerato kneels in front of them, tapping on the lock with a metal stick.

Lovemore scratches his head as he pours over the parchment. “There are more defenses here than our intel suggested.”

“Not to worry. As long as we’re together, we can handle anything that lizard has in store. Ah, ha! It’s like she wants people to open this door!”

Lerato pulls out a simple set of lock-picking tools that she inserts into the opening, jingling around with precision and care before she catches the mechanism just right.

The lock quicks and the door slowly swivels outward with a satisfying groan.

“You certainly are an expert with your hands,” Lovemore says, folding up the parchment and stashing it away.

“Glad you give me lots of practice,” she flirts back.

From the outside, the two antelope poke their heads through to the next chamber, Lerato below and Lovemore with his chin resting between his horns. When he peers left, she gazes right, and when she searches right, he observes left.

“What wonders have we here, my dear,” Lovemore coos, opening the door fully.

“What treasures, indeed, Love,” Lerato responds, standing on the opposite side of the door.

Before them is the grand bathing chamber of Tik Tik, commissioned by the finest artisans of the Grand Caravan. It includes opulent statues of figures of all races and genders pouring warm water and soothing oils into various basins and tubs.

“Oh, if only we had the time to indulge ourselves,” Says Lerato, stepping onto the evenly tiled surface.

“How about I treat you to a spa day after this? After we’re done, we’re going to need it. And we’ll be able to go anywhere.”

The lounging pools' steamy air and welcoming atmosphere abruptly ended when the door slammed. When the two whirled around, brandishing a massive hammer and the gleaming blade of magic.

“You two were making a lot of noise,” the voice echoes throughout the chamber. “All while I’m trying to set up my study session.”

Forming in the door from the thin layer of slime that covered the cracks of the tile is Eshere, frowning.

“Was facing the sex jelly on your bingo card, Love?” Lerato asks.

“No, but it was certainly on my wish list, my deer,” Lovemore adds, sneering.