Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  Try out the unicorn chair to relax myself

  Try as I might, I can’t stop thinking about that unicorn chair connected to the water wheel. A traveling whore once told me about a duke she had been called to pleasure who kept a chair such as that for his wife. The duke loved his wife, he had explained to the whore, but his cock no longer rose to attention for her. It took a woman more skilled in the craft of pleasure to make his cock stiff and his toes curl and it took the unicorn chair in his bedchamber to make his wife sing with ecstasy.

  Of course, the whore had insisted on trying the chair herself, and she told me it had satisfied her much more thoroughly than anything the duke had attempted.

  I sit up in the bed and toss my dark hair from my face. Mishanna glances over to see why I am stirring.

  “Go back to sleep,” she says huskily.

  “I have not slept at all,” I reply, pulling back the blanket from my bare legs and swinging them out of the bed. “I have been thinking about that damned chair.”

  “Mmmm?” She raises an eyebrow. I gesture to the unicorn chair. “Oh, Beatrix! A chair put here by Zimon to taunt us. You silly girl, go to bed.”

  “Don’t call me a silly girl,” I snap, perhaps a bit sharper than I intended. I bounce out of bed, my blouse hanging halfway over my panties. I approach the chair again, running my finger over the wooden phallus. It is smoothly lacquered though several distinct ridges have been carved into the bulging crown. It is not shaped exactly like a man’s penis, it is shaped better than a man’s penis. Ribbed for a woman’s pleasure without any concern for reproduction or male pleasure.

  I run my fingers over the head of the wooden cock, feeling those distinct ridges and imagining them rubbing across my clit and deep inside me as the cock pumps up and down with the force of the stream outside. I wrap my hand around the shaft of the phallus and give it a push, making it recoil on its movement mechanism. The up and down motion is frictionless, only stopping when it reaches its downward limit and cycling back upward through the hole in the seat of the chair just as easily.

  “I am not helping you with this,” murmurs Mishanna, suddenly standing just over my shoulder.

  “I can manage without your help,” I reply, straightening up. “Though the controls are down by the stone. They would be easier to reach if you were to help me.”

  “We have spent days together trying to avoid monsters that want to thrust their cocks inside us,” she says with a shake of her head. “And we find a peaceful place to spend a few hours and rest and instead you want to put another cock inside you.”

  “Well, specifically,” I say, “that cock. And I think I would actually like your help to put it inside me. You don’t want me to hurt myself switching it on and trying to climb in the chair and stick it in while it’s running, do you?”

  Mishanna looks from the chairs to the control levers several feet away, perhaps imagining me engaging the cogs and then struggling to sit myself on the already-thrusting cock. She lets out a long sigh.

  “Very well,” she says. “I have warned you and you are not dissuaded. I will assist you.”

  I’m already slipping off my panties, stepping out of them and baring my peachy bottom to her as I smile at her over my shoulder. “Thanks, Mishanna. You’re a sweetheart.”

  I climb up onto the small platform upon which the chair is mounted. It creaks under my weight, but seems stable enough. I press the phallus gently down into the seat of the chair so that only half a pinkie’s length of wooden tip is sticking through the hole. I position myself astride the cock and let my velvet lips brush against the tip. It seems bigger than it looked when I was just touching it with my fingers.

  “Ready?” asks Mishanna from the control levers.

  “Now hold on,” I say. “I need to take this slow. Make sure I’m properly lubricated.”

  Mishanna waits expectantly at the controls. I spread my thighs, feeling a bit embarrassed as she watches me lick my fingers and slide them over my folds. I massage the wetness into my lips and stroke my clit. The way Mishanna is looking at me so judgmentally is oddly exciting and helps to coax the nectar out until it is coating my fingers. I feel the familiar warmth and tightness of arousal and I lower my folds against the crown of the lacquered cock. It slides just inside me.

  “A-alright,” I say, grasping the arms of the chair. “Lowest setting, please.”

  She pulls the first lever and the cogs engage with a crisp snap. The millwheel begins to slowly turn and that motion transfers to the phallus as it begins to ride upwards into my pussy. For a moment I think I have made a terrible mistake as it slides deep inside me with no sign of stopping. Am I about to be impaled on this thing? The head of the cock gently brushes against my womb and immediately recoils downward. Apparently, there is some mechanism in the crown that causes the phallus to retreat at the slightest resistance. Fortunately for me.

  The cock slides down and thrusts in again and this time I savor the sensation of the ridges rubbing first over my clit and then massaging inside my tight channel. “Mmmmmmmmmm!” I moan, tightening my grip on the chair as the wooden cock slides downward and thrusts upward again. The sensation against my clit is uniquely pleasurable. Like a tiny drumbeat against that sensitive bud with each thrust and withdrawal.

  “Faster,” I gasp. “Next lever, please.”

  Mishanna watches with a smile on her face and engages the second lever of the controls. The millwheel continues to turn at the same speed, but the lever changes some sort of gearing beneath the chair and almost instantly the cock doubles in speed. My eyes widen and I barely resist the urge to leap off the thrusting phallus. Not because it hurts, no, far from it. Because it feels so intensely good.

  “Oooooohhhh my gods,” I moan as the drumming on my clit becomes an incessant vibration. My grip tightens on the arms of the chair. I feel like my whole body is shaking to the rubbing of the ridges against my clit and inside my clutching cunt.

  “A pleasant sensation?” Mishanna calls out over the sound of the machinery.

  “P-pleasant isn’t the w-word for it,” I say, squirming on the chair. “In-intense. Ohhhhhh. Oh gods, this is getting me close.”

  No sooner have I spoken of my approaching orgasm than pleasure bursts from my core. I cry out, arching against the back of the chair and pushing downward as the head of the cock repeatedly tickles against my cervix. My inner walls clutch tightly against the ridges buzzing my clit and the tone of the phallus becomes muted by the squeezing of my pussy. I ride the pleasure to a crescendo and back down again, trembling and jerking in the chair, barely resisting the urge to once more leap out.

  “More,” I cry, a glutton for pleasure. “The third lever.”

  “Are you certain?” Mishanna calls out with concern.

  “D-do it,” I command her. My clit is incredibly sensitive. It feels as if it might explode. “Do it before I change my mind.”

  She engages the third lever. There are two loud clicks from beneath me and the seat of the chair suddenly begins to move as the cock thrusts faster. The bare wood slaps against my bottom and bounces me up and down on the cock as the cock twists inside me with every thrust. I grab the armrests of the chair, now hanging on to keep from being bounced out of the chair. It feels like the entire machine has had enough and has decided to fuck me senseless. Before I can fully comprehend all the sensations I am experiencing, another climax roars up from my core.

  “Ahhhhh! Ohhhh gods! Oh, what is…aaaAAHHHHH!” I wail and shake atop the bouncing chair as ecstasy ripples through me. The spasms in my depths are much more intense this time. Each contraction causes my inner walls to squeeze against the thrusting and twisting cock, but I can’t stop it.

  “Fourth,” I cry, still cumming. “I have to know.”

  “May the goddess watch over you,” laughs Mishanna, clearly enjoying my ride atop the machine. She throws the fourth and final lever and my eyes go wide as suddenly warm water gushes inside me. With each thrust of the machine, it pumps out an
other warm gush of liquid, rinsing me out but also stimulating my clit and my most sensitive inner spots. Water drips from my folds and spills through a grate beneath the chair.

  Needless to say, but I’m going to say it anyway, my pneumatically induced, hydrologically enhanced orgasm is the most intense yet. Being repeatedly pumped full of water and fucked at the same time is more than I can stand. My shoulders and abdomen tense, my thighs quake, and, just past the peak, I launch to my feet and leap from the chair. I land awkwardly. Mishanna throws the switches, shutting off the machine, and helps me to my feet. I embrace her tightly, panting, warm water dripping down my thighs.

  “Was it good for you?” I ask, leaning on her soft breasts for support.

  “It was an enjoyable performance,” she says.

  “Want to give it a go and let me work the controls?” I ask, eager to torture her with the various settings.

  “I would rather be cocooned by a blood siphon,” she says, apparently referencing some denizen of the deep I have thankfully never encountered.

  “Well,” I say, staggering over to my panties and pulling them up my still-trembling legs. “I think I am going to get…a little rest now.”

  I somehow manage to cross the room to the bed and collapse into it before falling into an instant and exhausted sleep. As I slip into that darkness, I distantly hear Mishanna chuckling.

  CONTINUE >

  Serve her meekly

  “Oh, yes, I must serve you,” I moan, dropping to my knees before her. “Forgive my insolence.”

  I prostrate myself before Mishanna and plant soft kisses on her toes and the tops of her feet. She chuckles above me, lifting one foot to rest it on my shoulder while I kiss the other foot.

  “No need to grovel. But while you are down there, why not give my toes a good bath with your tongue? Here…” She holds her foot up before my face.

  I moan pitifully and look up her powerful leg, past her hairless cock and heaving breasts, to her silvery-white eyes. I lean forward, taking three of her toes into my mouth and sucking them. I am her obedient slave. I cannot believe I resisted her for even a moment.

  “Mmmmmmhm,” I whimper around her toes, running my tongue between them and bathing her in my saliva. She shifts her foot against my mouth, feeding her littlest toes into my mouth and causing her big toe to pop free. I lick and suck her filthy foot, tasting the leather of her boot and the sweat between her toes as I lick and suck her clean. When I finish the first foot, she steps it back to the floor and offers me her other foot, which I pleasure and lick just as slavishly.

  “I understand why some among my people keep humans as slaves,” she chuckles. “I always thought it barbaric, but you are so eager to serve when, mmmmm, properly motivated. Oooh. That is good. Suck just the big toe now. Yes, like that, but harder. Oooooh, you are a proper human slut, Beatrix.”

  She pushes my face back with her wet toes. I look up at her heaving breasts and gently bouncing cock. I caress her powerful legs up to her thick thighs.

  “Yes, you know what to do, my sweet,” she purrs, resting a hand on my head and slipping her fingers into my hair. She pulls me towards that delicate pillar, that lovely feminine cock, jutting from her loins.

  “Ohhhhh, Mishanna, it’s as beautiful as you,” I moan, grasping the gently curving shaft with both hands. I nuzzle against her bollocks, her shaft, rubbing her against my upturned face. Her lovely cock even exudes that faint scent of night blooming flowers that clings to Mishanna.

  “Let me feel your tongue on every bit of it,” she softly commands.

  “Nnnnnhhnnnn,” I reply, running my tongue over her bollocks and up her shaft. She cries out with pleasure, clearly not expecting the sensation of my warm tongue sliding over such sensitive flesh. I reach the tip of her cock, my hands working lightly along her shaft, gently working her loose skin, as I run my tongue around the purpling crown of her tip.

  With a wail of surprise, Mishanna cums almost instantly. Her new cock jerks and spurts hot seed into my face, against my tongue and lips.

  “Ohhhhhhh! Goddess!” She cries, thrusting her hips. “It is so intense!”

  “MMMmmmm!” I cry around her cock as she stuffs it into my mouth, pumping her warm, salty-sweet cream into my mouth. I resist the urge to swallow her cum and let it fill my mouth. I keep sucking, draining her load, and then lifting my lips from her cock. I rise slowly to my feet.

  “I never expected such contractions deep inside me,” she gasps, her plump breasts shuddering with the aftershocks of her pleasure. “It felt as if my soul was pouring out of me with each spasm.”

  I favor her with a close-lipped smile and press a kiss to her lips. Her eyes widen as my tongue passes a gooey mass of cum into her mouth.

  “Mmmmmm?” She replies. Then her lids slowly close almost fully and she joins me in the raunchy pleasure of sharing her seed between us. Our tongues swirl and our saliva mingles with her plentiful cum. The salty taste of it is diluted and the slipperiness recedes as we swallow it little by little. I finally pull back from the kiss, trailing a line of cum from a drop that splashed on my face and smeared between us during our embrace. A lick of my tongue across my lips breaks the strand and wipes my mouth clean.

  Her cock has gone partly limp, but our fun has hardly ended. Mishanna has a wicked smile on her face as she guides me to the bed and pushes me onto my back. She crouches beside the bed, pressing feathery kisses to my inner thighs and teasing my dark-thatched quim with her breath. She runs her fingers over my folds and I whine with need and arch my back.

  “If I had known how much sucking cock would excite you I would have quaffed that potion sooner,” giggles Mishanna, teasing her fingers over my clit. “You are soaking wet.”

  “Ohhhhh, only your cock,” I say. “It’s beautiful.”

  “Like the rest of me,” she says, and gives me a slow lick along the honeyed groove of my pussy. I suck in a breath as her tongue finds my clit, then her lips, then she sucks at my tiny bud, sending pleasure crackling to my core. She reaches one hand up my body, her violet flesh contrasting with my pale white as her fingers pinch my left nipple, adding to the sensations jolting through me.

  I don’t cum as quickly as she did, but her deft tongue and gently thrusting fingers drive me to the brink in record time. She turns me over, lifting the firm peach of my bottom. I look at her over my shoulder as she climbs onto the bed behind me.

  “What are you…oh!” My question is abandoned as I feel her hard cock rubbing against my slit. “Are you going to put it in?” It’s a hopeful question. I lower my upper body to the bed to present myself fully to Mishanna’s new cock.

  “That is my intent,” she says, teasing her cock up and down my folds. “But I may have to pull out quickly. I still have not, mmmmm, acclimated to the sensations I am feeling.”

  “I understand,” I moan. “Even a single thrust will be heaven.”

  I’m not wrong. Her first thrust fills me and the slight curve of her cock causes the head to hit a spot inside me that no man has ever found before. I cry out, my fingers twisting in the sheets. Mishanna gasps, slowly pulling back before ramming in hard enough to slap her hips against me. It takes two more strokes of her magnificent cock to drive me over the edge.

  “Oh! Ohhhhh! Mishanna!” I cry, pushing back, my pussy swallowing up her hardness and squeezing it tightly with my clutching contractions. She manages three more quick strokes, pulling out with a sharp cry and explodes all over my back and down the crack of my ass. I continue to buck my hips and shudder, my orgasm intense, but not quite fulfilled as she rubs her spurting cock against me and empties her load.

  We collapse together on the bed. Kissing. Gently caressing. I want more, but she pushes my hand away from her flaccid cock.

  “Too sensitive,” she says hoarsely. “I see now that men are in a constant state of almost agony and need. But I now understand their lack of stamina as well. I cannot go again.”

  “Please,” I pout.

  “No,” she
says, kissing my forehead. “Sleep for you, little Beatrix. I will keep watch.”

  Despite my need for more of that lovely cock, I obey her and pull the blanket up to my chin. She gives me one more kiss, letting her lips linger against mine, before striding nude over to her lookout and taking her seat. I watch her for a while, amused as she occasionally becomes distracted by touching her flaccid cock, but soon I drift off to sleep. Hopefully to dream of what more I might do with my beautiful elf companion and her lovely cock.

  CONTINUE >

  Babo’s bride

  The house is too small for me. I must crouch and duck to enter through the door and if I sit up too quickly in bed my head hits the beam of the roof. Standing while making supper is entirely out of the question. I spend most of my time indoors on my knees or on my back.

  I think Babo prefers me on my back. Even on my knees I remind him how much bigger than him I am. Which my sweet gnome husband seems to dislike even when we are making love. Which is almost constantly with his unflagging cock and rampant gnome libido.

  “Oh, my love,” I gasp as he sucks at my laden breasts and fills his belly with my milk. He murmurs a reply that vibrates through my nipple and he resumes sucking. So very greedy.

  I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my pregnant belly. He has told me that gnomes take about six months to give birth and it’s always twins. While my belly has certainly grown, it has not grown nearly as much as it would have in over five months if I were pregnant by a human. My breasts, on the other hand, have swollen to more than twice their size, my nipples thickening from the same motherly hormones that now fill my plump mounds with milk.

  Babo pops his lips free of my nipple and smacks his lips. He gazes at me with love-filled eyes and I caress the wispy hair atop his head.

  “As sweet as ever, my lovely Beatrix,” chuckles Babo. “A good sweet treat. But my tummy is still rumbling from all the apple picking I did today. Why don’t you make me a lunch?”