Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  I lean over him and run my tongue across his cockhead. He whines with pleasure, his cock twitching and drooling salty-sweet precum onto my tongue. I’m almost sure he is about to cum, but his whining subsides as I engulf him into my sucking mouth. I pop my lips over his fat tip and slide down his shaft, taking him to my throat and almost gagging myself. I slide back to his tip just as Mishanna joins me, her tongue darting out to lap at Petr’s cock as I lift my mouth from his cock. Mishanna tongue darts all over his cockhead and flicks at his slit.

  “I thought we were going to share,” I tease her. She makes room, kissing and licking one side of his cockhead as I do the same to the other. In moments, our mouths are meeting. My kiss spreads to Mishanna; her tongue slides over his cockhead and into my mouth

  “Mmmm, he is delicious,” she purrs, licking and slurping at his tip in between kisses. I almost want the kisses more, but then I point his cock towards me and slide my mouth down onto it, reclaiming that delicious precum as I bob several times on Petr’s twitching hardness.

  “Ohhhhhhh, s-so good,” moans Petr, resting one hand on my head and the other on Mishanna’s head. I trade possession of Petr’s cock back and forth with the elf. Whenever it seems he is about to explode, we pull back and exchange a long, sloppy kiss that makes Petr whimper with need. He thrusts against my fingers and tries to slide his cock back into my mouth and then Mishanna’s. He only succeeds in smearing precum on our faces.

  “He intends to make himself explode,” says Mishanna. “I suppose we must yield to his demands.”

  “Mmmmhmmmm,” I agree, already turning my head, engulfing his cock, slurping him down nearly to his root. His fur tickles my lips and his cock begins to throb. I pull up, gasping, and Mishanna takes my place, sucking him to the base of his cock.

  “AAAahhhh!” he cries, his fingers digging against my scalp. I lick his shaft as Mishanna sucks on his tip. I feel the tremor and then the powerful twitching as he begins to spurt his seed into Mishanna’s mouth. She pops free, cum splashing her lips, and I take her place. I gasp with lust as I go down on him, taking his hard cock until he’s pumping his seed against my tonsils. I let all that thick, sweet cum fill my mouth. He realizes he is nearly gagging me and relinquishes his hold on the back of my head. “Haha, oh, sorry. G-got a big carried away.”

  “Mmm, so good,” says Mishanna, making eye contact with me. “Let me taste yours.”

  We kiss and I press the remains of Petr’s load into her mouth. The rich, sweet, slimy cream pours from my mouth to hers and back again. Our tongues dance in that raunchy swap until my pussy is aching.

  “Delicious,” I say, but I give Petr’s cock a shake to remind her of that matter at hand. “But Petr is still as hard as ever.”

  “S-sorry again,” says Petr. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  “It would require years of careful study and gruesome torture to accurately determine that,” says Mishanna, smiling with evident amusement. Her words startle Petr and he swallows hard and averts his gaze.

  “So what are you thinking?” I ask, knowing that she is joking even if she is generally way more evil than me.

  “Perhaps if I take him deeper,” says Mishanna. “Into the throat.”

  Imagining Mishanna gulping down the satyr’s cock certainly gives me a warm feeling between my legs. But it also makes me a little jealous. Why should she get to handle him?

  “I could keep sucking him until he won’t cum anymore,” I suggest.

  “Also possible,” says Mishanna. “You are a very slutty human. But what if he does not stop ejaculating?”

  “In that case this has all been futile,” I say.

  “But delicious,” interjects Petr. “I heard you say it w-w-was delicious.”

  “Maybe what he really needs,” I say, ignoring Petr and lowering my voice so only Mishanna can hear, “is that one thing we aren’t supposed to give him. And maybe I should give it to him.”

  Mishanna frowns at that. The satyr looks at me with pleading eyes as I consider his fate. And maybe mine.

  What should I do?

  I need to fuck the satyr

  I will suck Petr until he is satisfied

  Tell Mishanna to let Petr fuck her throat

  Surrender meekly to the troll

  “Look at the size of it,” I murmur. My jaw is clenched and my gaze is fixed on the massive gray-green troll blocking our path across the bridge.

  “He is very large,” agrees Mishanna. A hint of fear edges the usually fearless elf’s voice. “What will we do?”

  It’s a good question. I picture a dozen scenarios that involve us being torn apart or knocked senseless and brutally defiled by the troll. The only other option is for one of us to give Kergel what he is demanding and become his wife. But which of us? And how is that fair to the one who sacrifices everything?

  “I’m with you until the end, Mishanna,” I say. “But I fear this is the end. We can’t beat this thing. There is only one possibility here: we give up.”

  “Surrender?” She sounds angry and afraid. “You know what he will do to us.”

  “We do as he demands,” I say, lowering my sword. “We do whatever he wants. And we live. Are you with me?”

  I hold out my hand to Mishanna. She stares for a moment, then sheaths her weapon and slowly reaches out to take my hand.

  “I am with you.”

  “What are you doing?” bellows Kergel.

  I step towards him, my heart pounding, my hand still clasped by Mishanna.

  “We surrender,” I shout. “You win, Kergel.”

  “Both?” He looks at us both and sees us holding hands. A jagged smile spreads across his hideous face. “Yes! I accept! Two beauties at once! I am lucky indeed. Come here, my lovelies. Let me see you. Let me touch you.”

  Kergel is very gentle with us, at least at first. He takes our weapons and circles us slowly, first admiring us with his giant black eyes and then stroking our hair and faces. He teases a finger over Mishanna’s bust, hooking his digit into the bandoliers that preserve her modesty and revealing the edges of her areolas. I expect him to tear open this leather web of straps, but he lets it spring back into place.

  “Come with me,” he says to us. “Under the bridge. Let us be comfortable. Let us be together.”

  We have no choice. We obey him, climbing down with the giant troll and into his crude nest beneath the stone arch of the bridge. The sound of rushing water is loud and our voices are muffled as he undresses us with gentle plucks at our clothing. He peels off Mishanna’s leathers first, freeing her breasts and exposing her plump bottom. His snakelike tongue lolls from his mouth dripping with his stinking saliva. He runs his fingers over her, barely touching her violet flesh before stepping back and turning his attention to me.

  “Yours is much more delicate,” says Kergel, stroking my blouse. “If I undress you, I fear this flimsy garment will be destroyed.”

  I begin unbuttoning my blouse, my breasts quivering and pale in the moonlight as they are slowly revealed. The troll opens and closes his fingers like scissors as he waits impatiently for me to undress. I remove the blouse and look up at him, squeezing my arms against my breasts and trying not to shiver.

  “All of it,” he commands.

  I whimper as I strip off my boots, pants, and underwear. The troll’s fanged smile spreads and his prehensile tongue licks at the rim of his lipless mouth. He walks around me, dragging his black nails over my quivering flesh and causing me to shudder and gasp. I can see Mishanna’s silver eyes in the shadows nearby as she watches me being touched by the troll. I cannot tell if she is sympathetic or angry that this is our fate.

  “Sweet and pure,” growls the troll. “I will taste you both!”

  He presses us side-by-side against the wall of the bridge our faces and breasts against the cold stone as he steps behind us. I can see his hand on Mishanna’s back, stroking down to her buttocks as I feel his hand doing the same to me. He leans lower, his breath hot, his stink wa
fting from behind us. I moan as his tongue drags over my thighs and brushes against the soft folds of my pussy. He parts my flower and his tongue slithers inside me, warm and wet, burrowing deeper until his tongue is licking at the cusp of my womb.

  “Ohhhhhh gods,” I hiss. He slurps at me and squeezes my bottom. His thumb massages the tight ring of my anus as he licks deep into my core. I feel his spit mingling with my juices and dripping from my folds. The humiliating pleasure is the worst part. The troll licks me until I cum, whimpering and digging my fingers between the bricks of the bridge. Pushing back against his monstrous face and squeezing my sugary walls around his squirming tongue.

  At last, he pulls his tongue from inside me with a lewd slurping sound and rises in the shadows. I slide down the wall to my knees, shaking with aftershocks and completely humiliated by my pleasure.

  “As sweet as I expected!” The troll laughs and runs his tongue around the rim of his mouth. “Now to taste the elf!”

  I am thankful I cannot see what he does to Mishanna in the darkness beside me. She is much louder, howling and moaning, cursing in her language, slapping her naked flesh against the stones. The troll moves atop her and I can tell by her wails of pain that he is fucking her. He grunts and groans in the shadows. Mishanna whines at first and then goes silent but for her loud breathing. I shake with each slap of flesh as their bodies collide with a furious rhythm.

  “My seed!” bellows the troll. “My seed will fill your belly! Take it!”

  Mishanna howls sharply and I am not sure if it is pleasure or pain I am hearing until she cries, “Yes! My love! My beloved mate!”

  The curse. She has been taken by the curse. I sit up, realizing that the same fate awaits me. I start to crawl towards the moonlight. Kergel’s arms emerge from the darkness behind me, grabbing me by my legs and pulling me back into the shadows. Mishanna is there, stinking of sweat and troll cum, pulling my face against her soft breasts and hugging me tight.

  “Let me go!” I cry, panicking. “Please! I don’t want this!”

  “Shhhhhhhh,” she says. “It’s so much better like this!”

  The troll takes me with a sudden thrust, plunging his massive cock into my human body. It feels as if I will burst at the seams or explode completely. He holds my slender waist and Mishanna kisses me and squeezes my face against her warm breasts. When I try to cry out in pain, she feeds a nipple into my mouth. I suck. Gods, help me, it is all I can do.

  The troll pounds me furiously with his giant cock. I feel each knot and bump, my clit throbbing and my cunt aching as if it might burst. I suck and suck and smother myself against Mishanna’s breasts. Tears of pain fall down my cheeks. The troll’s rough hips slap against me as he plunders my pussy with relentless force.

  With a bellow that echoes from the underside of the bridge, the troll’s cock explodes inside me, flooding my cunt with his monstrous seed. The moment that hot tide washes against my womb, I feel the magic of the dungeon take hold. Discomfort becomes pleasure and pleasure becomes ecstasy. So much troll cum flooding into me and overflowing my stretched pussy. Splattering between my knees on the ground. Joy bursts within me as I know that I am bred.

  I lift my face from Mishanna’s breasts, crying, “Yes! Ohhh thank you, Kergel! It feels so good!”

  “It does!” Mishanna happily agrees, pulling me into a kiss. Our mouths melt together and I moan into the kiss as our tongues dance. Kergel slows his strokes and I push back against him, squelching his cock inside me, eager to continue the ecstasy of being filled by troll cock.

  Of being fucked.

  Of being mated by the troll.

  CONTINUE >

  It is time to leave

  I enjoyed watching Mishanna take her revenge from the gnome by going for a ride on his wee face. I might even enjoy doing something similar. But we do not have time for such nonsense. We do not know when night might fall or what other evils might lurk in this wood. Seeking pleasure with the defeated gnome seems like an indulgence.

  My core throbs, hungry for pleasure, like my belly growling. I ignore it.

  “We need to go,” I say to Mishanna. “No more of this foolishness. Babo has learned his lesson. Haven’t you, Babo?”

  “I could learn a few more,” suggests the gnome, idly wanking his tiny cock as he sits in the grass.

  “You can learn them by yourself,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

  “Hmmmmm.” Mishanna teases my shoulder with her fingers as she brushes past me. She has a strange satiated look, like a cat on the edge of sleep as it basks in sunlight. “Yes, let us continue our journey. Farewell, gnome. You were not so bad as I had assumed.”

  “And you were delicious, elfy!” cries Babo, hopping to his feet. “But beware. If you’re going to follow that path, you’re going to come to a bridge across the rapids. The bridge is guarded by a troll. A big, mean, very hungry troll. He won’t be as nice as I was.”

  “Thanks for the warning,” I say, not sure if Babo is really warning us or trying to scare us into staying with him.

  “We can manage,” adds Mishanna.

  We set off along the dirt road through the forest. It is overgrown enough that the sunlight does not bother Mishanna. We might as well walk out in the open otherwise since creeping through the shadows is what nearly caused us to become pleasure slaves to Babo.

  “You missed a golden opportunity,” says Mishanna, leading the way a pace ahead of me. “I have always despised gnomes, but that one had a way with his tongue that will stay with me. Mmmmm.”

  “Ha!” I exclaim with laughter. “Listen to you, Mishanna. You sound as if you want to go back and let him have his way with you.”

  “Mmmmm. Perhaps the other way around.” She says, glancing at me and winking. “I am only asserting that you missed your chance to experience a gnome’s skill with his tongue.”

  “I didn’t miss anything,” I say, letting my eyes roam over her shapely body. “I just like to watch.”

  CONTINUE >

  The troll’s brides

  My bare bottom rests upon the woody thigh of Kergel. I lean my head back against his shoulder, my bare breasts tanned and heavy with milk resting upon the enormous swell of my pregnant belly. Only five months into my pregnancy and it feels as if I have quadruplets inside me. I coo happily as the sun warms my body and lovingly stroke the flaccid shaft of my beloved mate’s cock. He grunts, squeezing my right breast idly and causing milk to dribble out over his fingers.

  Kergel’s monstrously handsome face is turned towards Mishanna, who is sitting upon his other thigh. She is just as fat and pregnant as me, full of his child, kissing him noisily as her elf tongue swirls against the slimy serpent of Kergel’s prehensile appendage. She moans happily, squeezing her body against him and causing milk to spray from her nipples and drip down his massive body following the gaps between bark-like plates of flesh. The huge troll has half his body sitting in the shadow under the bridge, shielding Mishanna from the worst of the sunlight that makes her skin break out in rashes. He idly kneads the plump expanse of Mishanna’s ass with his hand.

  In the five months since we have been bound to Kergel, he has grown almost as fat as we, gorging at every opportunity on the fine stews and roasts I make him from the meat and fish Mishanna gathers from the abundantly stocked land. The extra weight suits him, though it sometimes crushes against my troll-filled belly when he takes me for the night. My well-used cunt twinges at the thought. My beloved Kergel fucked us both before dawn, bent over by the stream, but I crave more of him.

  “Mmmmmmm,” moans Mishanna, her kisses growing more heated. I feel Kergel’s cock stiffening beneath my fingers and chuckle. I slide off the troll’s lap and down to my knees between his knobby legs. He spreads his thighs wider, sensing my intent, though he remains fully focused on Mishanna’s luscious body and her passionate kisses.

  I think I know how to get his attention. Something Mishanna hasn’t quite figured out how to do yet. While Mishanna is sharing her sloppy kiss with
Kergel, I drape the heavy hose of his cock over my shoulder and begin licking the apples of his bollocks. He groans against Mishanna’s lips, squeezing her ass with both huge hands. I tongue and slurp on his stones, treating them like hard candy sweets before licking my way up his cock, tracing the bumps and gnarls, until I reach his massive cockhead.

  I press a kiss to his tip, flicking my tongue into the salty slime oozing from his slit. I tease him a bit, earning a glance out of the corner of his eyes. Then I open my mouth for him, wider than Mishanna has been able to manage, and I ease his cockhead into my mouth. Drool drips down my chin and my jaw is at the creaking limit of my body, but I manage to work his cock to the back of my throat, my lips just past his cockhead, closing around his shaft as I begin to suck.

  “Ooooohhhhhh, Beatrix,” moans Kergel, finally turning his attention to me. “When you do that…I am reminded of how much I love you.”

  “NNnnnnnnnggggkkkkk,” is he only answer I can give him, my eyes watering as my taut lips flex with my rhythmic sucking. I run my hands up and down the straining shaft of his cock.

  “Save some for me,” giggles Mishanna, sliding off Kergel’s lap.

  She pets his cock and dips beneath his shaft to take up her place kissing and tonguing his tightening balls. Kergel rests a clawed hand on my head, stroking my hair appreciatively as I suck and stroke his cock. I work my hands faster and faster, feeling that familiar swelling and tasting the increased flow of his pre that signals he is about to unload.

  “Mmmmmm!” I cry around him, gazing up adoringly at my beloved mate.

  “Yes,” he groans, his voice rumbling through his massive body. “Oh, yes, my love. Here it comes!”

  His cock bucks so hard in my grasp that it nearly pops free of my lips. I suck harder and I am rewarded with a gush of cum so massive it pumps into my sinuses and down my throat and out around his shaft all at once. I gurgle around him, gulping to keep from gagging, sucking to keep from spitting. His cock jerks and pulses again and again, pouring his cum down my throat and dripping out of my mouth in long strands that splatter onto my breasts.