Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  “Mmmmmmmm,” I moan, biting my lower lip as we slide his hot cock into the valley between our smushed cheeks. His slippery hardness grazes my asshole, his bulging tip no doubt rubbing Mishanna just as intimately. We slide down on him until we are crouching just above his hips and his cock is sticking up obscenely from between our pressed posteriors.

  “It is a big one,” says Mishanna, admiring Petr’s cock over her shoulder.

  “Ready?” I ask her.

  “Yes, let us vanquish this goat!” She laughs.

  Sharing a cock between butts is certainly something I’ve never tried before, but bouncing and sliding up and down on Petr’s cock is surprisingly fun. Yes, I said it. Fun. I am enjoying myself as I rub my ass on the satyr’s hardness. He is grinning like a fool as he watches us bouncing and sliding up and down.

  “Ohhhhh, yeaaaahhh vanquish me,” moans Petr, daring to rest a hand under each of our bottoms. He squeezes my right buttock and Mishanna’s left.

  I’ll admit, it is difficult to keep up with Mishanna’s fluid movements as she rocks her hips and crouches low. Her thick thighs are packing some powerful muscles, because she is making this look effortless and it is killing my legs.

  Fortunately for my legs, I don’t have to keep it up very long. Petr gives my ass a hard squeeze and thrusts upward, driving his cock between our squeezing cracks. His purple cockhead pops from between our crushing buttocks and explodes in a fountain of cum.

  “Ahhh!” I cry as spunk splashes on my lower back. Hot satyr seed splatters my buttocks and begins dripping and gushing down my crack. It is a raunchy sensation having his cum all over and between our buttocks. We squish and squeeze him between us as he gasps and sinks back down onto the boulder.

  “What a mess,” I laugh, looking back at my spunk speckled rump.

  “Quite,” agrees Mishanna, reaching back to spread her cheeks and flash her blue-tinted pucker drenched in cream. She releases her cheeks and those supple mounds wobble back into place as she turns her attention to Petr. “And this one still has not been satisfied.”

  “He did cum less this time,” I say, doing what I can to clean myself.

  “Barely,” scoffs Mishanna. “We must find some way to satisfy him once and for all, even if we must drain him completely.”

  “Maybe there is only one way,” I say, imagining Petr’s hard cock sliding into my aching cunt. I know it would be dangerous, but after fooling around with him so much it almost seems worth the risk.

  “Oh, there is more than one way left to us,” says Mishanna, sliding two fingers into her crack and gently tapping the divot of her anus.

  “Oh, yes, right,” I say. That would satisfy him, but would it satisfy me? Or Mishanna?

  “I will do whatever you wish,” says Petr, perhaps sensing the opportunity. He smiles and strokes Mishanna’s bottom with one hand and mine with the other. “I really want to, um, you know, help both of you out.”

  “I am sure,” says Mishanna with a roll of her eyes.

  What should I do?

  I need to fuck the satyr

  Let the satyr fuck my ass

  Tell Mishanna to let the satyr fuck her ass

  Beg Babo to stop

  “No, please,” I cry, twisting and fighting against the ropes as Babo squeezes my breasts through my blouse. His awful little fingers pinch and prod my tender flesh. He stops fondling my breasts and lets out a cackle of delight as he uses both hands to knead between my legs.

  “So soft in all the right places,” chortles the gnome. “You’re reluctant, I understand. I’m a gnome. You’re a human. What do I know about pleasure? So much! So much, my pretty girl!”

  He somehow flicks my clit through my trousers and underwear, sending a jolt of unexpected pleasure crackling to my core. I wail in desperation, shaking as I struggle helplessly against the ropes. I try to push him away with my free hand, but that strains the ropes on the rest of my body and causes my left arm to twist painfully.

  “Don’t hurt yourself, my dear,” laughs Babo as he pulls open my blouse and exposes my heaving breasts. “Oh, my, creamy as can be! Look at these now. Just, mmmm, big enough to suck!”

  He falls upon me, squeezing my breasts with both hands as his hot tongue slides over my mounds and flicks from one nipple and back to the other. His beard tickles against me and his pointed cap keeps falling in his eyes as his noisily slurps at my nipples.

  “You horrible little beast!” I cry. “Please! Please stop this! Oh, you’re sucking so hard! Ohhhhh it hurts!”

  Not entirely true. His swirling tongue and hot mouth sucking eagerly at my breasts feels good, in theory, but it’s a horrible little trap-setting pervert doing the sucking so I am not enjoying it. He starts to jam a hand down my trousers and I begin to moan, “Please, stop. Please. Pleeease.”

  Tears stream down my cheeks as I feel his horrible gnome hand crawling into my panties and his little sausage fingers stroking my clit.

  “Gods help me,” I cry.

  My despair evidently gets to Babo, who curses and hops up to his feet. I can see his wee cock straining at his trousers. He looks down at me with annoyance.

  “You’re ruining it! Bah! I’ll go for the elf instead. I like a plentiful woman better anyway!”

  He steps over me and walks over to Mishanna, who begins cursing at Babo in her elven tongue. This does nothing to deter the gnome, who uses Mishanna’s badly ensnared state to take full advantage. I watch, sniffling, as Babo unbuckles her belts and bandoliers. Mishanna’s huge breasts fall free and the gnome cackles with delight, squeezing them and burying his bearded face between them.

  Mishanna begins moaning in horror, her white eyes wide and staring at Babo’s fingers as they almost disappear into her plump mounds. He moves from one teat to the other, squeezing each against his face and sucking hungrily at her fat nipples. She moans and quivers, evidently disgusted by what is happening, but too proud to be reduced to crying and pleading like me.

  Her disgust only seems to encourage Babo. He cackles with glee, pushing her face and breasts down to the ground and her ass and bound hands high behind her. I cannot look away as he strips off the straps covering the lower half of Mishanna’s voluptuous body, exposing her creamy violet bottom, the velvet divot of her anus, and the hot, glistening furrow of her sex.

  “So juicy and so much to enjoy! Ah, like a landscape of loveliness! I love you thick elves so much!” Babo claps his hands on Mishanna’s buttocks, making them wobble with the force of his little hands. Mishanna moans with disgust, but she is so thoroughly bound there is nothing she can do to stop Babo.

  The gnome revels in Mishanna’s helplessness, throwing himself against her plush rear and practically disappearing into her crack. He knocks the hat from his own head as he presses his face between her cheeks, loudly sniffing at her ass and her cunt and lavishing long licks upon both. She moans and curses at him in elvish. I watch him tongue the pale blue wrinkle of her asshole and stuff all five fingers of one wee hand into her glistening pussy. He fucks her with his hand, clenching it into a fist and making her moan with pleasure as he licks her crack.

  The disgusted sounds Mishanna has been making become soft moans of what I can only assume is pleasure. It almost sounds like she’s starting to want what the gnome is doing. I’m ashamed to say that the lewd sounds of her folds parting against his wee fist and his tongue lashing her clenching star stir my lust. I almost regret pleading for him to leave me.

  “Yes, you like Babo,” giggles the gnome, only intensifying his licking and fist fucking.

  “Mmmmmmm noooo,” moans Mishanna, fighting the pleasure. A moment later she breaks and wails to the treetops, “Ohhhhhhhh goddess of the deep! Ahhhhh! I’m cumming!”

  Babo tongues her and fists her until her thighs are shaking and she is mewling like a frightened puppy. He lifts his face from her plump bottom, wiping his dripping beard on the back of his hand. He hops up, unbuckles his belt, and thrusts his tiny and very red cock into Mishanna’s dripping p
each. Mishanna moans softly, as if she barely feels his cock, but she certainly feels his vigorous thrusts a moment later. The wee gnome slides his little cock in and out of her elf pussy, slapping his hips against her and plundering her with ease.

  “So warm!” He moans. “Sloppy! I made you all sloppy! Ohhhhhh, yes, elves are good! You like Babo now, don’t you?”

  He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead spanking her ass with his awful little hand and humping her like a beast. She is many times bigger than Babo, but helpless and bent so low that he can just reach his hips to pump his cock into her from behind. He grips the creamy cushions of her rear tighter and tighter, his fingers practically disappearing into her soft flesh as he rides her ample rump to his ecstasy.

  “Ohhhhh! Babo is going to cum!” The gnome throws back his head, his conical hat falling off his balding pate. “Ohhhh! Take my cream, my lovely elf pastry!”

  “Yessssss!” cries Mishanna, her tone changing and her voice growing deeper as he breeds her fertile pussy. Babo thrusts again and again until I can see the cum dripping from her folds. He steps back, his wee red cock still red and glistening with Mishanna’s nectar and his spunk. I can see Mishanna’s thighs quivering and her parted pussy oozing with gnome goo. She moans appreciatively, “Oh, Babo, thank you! I love you, my great gnome trapper! You have bred me so well!”

  “Yes, I have,” agrees Babo, patting her bottom.

  He seems to free her from her bonds with two quick tugs of the rope. Mishanna turns and embraces the gnome, showering him with kisses and squeezing his face into her cleavage. Babo laughs and pushes her away as she tries to grab his cock.

  “Later, elf,” he says, giving one of her bluish nipples a tweak. He turns to me, his eyes twinkling and his still-hard little cock twitching. “Now it’s your turn, human. Help me, elf. Make her relax.”

  “No, please, Mishanna,” I cry, but it’s to no avail. Having been bred by Babo, she is smitten with the awful little gnome. I confess, my heart is not even in it any longer after watching Babo pleasuring Mishanna. I do not struggle as Mishanna unties and undresses me. When I offer the slightest protest, she smothers my words with a hot, sweet kiss, leaning over my shoulder to lock lips with me as she cushions my head against her breasts.

  “You’re pretty too,” says Babo. “I think I like the elf more, but I have a thing for sharp-eared girls. Hee hee!”

  With those words, Babo pushes my legs apart and climbs between them. I hardly feel his cock slide past my folds, but then he begins furiously pumping his wee little cock into my pussy. His hips slap against mine and his already ruddy face grows redder by the moment. Mishanna reaches around me and massages my breasts, gently teasing my nipples with her fingers and kissing my slender neck as I watch the gnome grunting and thrusting. His red cock disappears and reappears with each thrust, faster and faster, until I feel his meager meat swelling inside me.

  “Yes! Oh, yes! Are you ready for Babo’s seed?” He giggles. “It’s okay! You’ll like it!”

  “Do it, Babo,” I moan helplessly. There’s no point fighting it. I moan, “Cum inside me, Babo. Breed me with your awful spunk!”

  “Ohhhhhhh! Don’t mind if I do!” He buries his thumb-sized cock in my clutching cunt and I feel the first hot spurt of his seed.

  Pleasure explodes from my core with such force that it momentarily steals my breath. I arch against Mishanna, thrusting my pussy onto his cock as he fills me with gush after gush of his hot gnome cream. My orgasmic bliss is magnified by the pleasure of being bred. Of finding my purpose. Of being forever wed to the father of my children.

  “Yes, Babo, yes!” I wail. “Use my pussy! Fill my womb! Ahhhh it’s so good!”

  I wrap my arms around him, kissing him passionately as he continues to fuck my creamy cunt. I adore him and wrap my legs around him to pull him deeper. I have been knocked up by the gnome and I couldn’t be happier about it!

  CONTINUE >

  Encourage Mishanna to drink the potion

  I try to go to sleep, but I can’t stop thinking about that hucow milk potion that Mishanna created on the last level of the dungeon. She mentioned it being powerful but was so tantalizingly vague about the effects that my curiosity overwhelms my fatigue.

  “I have to know,” I croak, lifting my head from the pillow.

  “Hmm? You are still awake?” She walks over to the bed and strokes a lock of hair from my face. “What is it you must know, Beatrix?”

  “The potion,” I say, gesturing to the pouch on her side. “I saw you take it out and look at it. I have to know what it does.”

  “Oh, well, such potions are unstable,” she says, taking it gingerly out of the pouch. “There are four or five doses in this vial. Each could produce a different effect.”

  “But wat sort of effect?” I ask, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed to face her.

  “It could make me grow stronger and taller,” she says. “It could make me grow horns or make my breasts swell. It could do other things to me. It is hard to say with certainty. But the effect will be powerful because of the distillation and it will last for several hours.”

  “Several…hours,” I say, imagining Mishanna’s already huge breasts growing to match the cow girl from the previous level.

  “You want me to try it,” she says, realizing my intentions. “To test and then invite me into the bed, is that it?”

  “Well, um,” my face reddens, “the thought had crossed my mind.”

  “I suppose it would be wise to test the potion in a safe location,” she says, popping open the stopper and giving the vial a sniff. “Mmmmm. Very well. I will take the potion and risk my very body for this experiment. But you must promise me something.”

  “Anything,” I say, fluttering my lashes and rising to my feet.

  “When the change is completed, you will not be afraid.” She strokes my cheek again. “You will be a brave girl.”

  “I will…I will do my best,” I reply, gazing into her silvery eyes.

  She rests her fingers on my cheek a moment longer, then takes a step back and tilts the potion to her lips. I watch her gulp down a measure of the swirling pink liquid. She smacks her lips and returns the stopper to the vial. She surprises me by undressing quickly, as if the change might tear through her costume at any moment. I undress along with her, but take a moment to savor her jiggling curves and her otherwise toned physique. Incredible how her breasts can be so plump and her bottom so plush and yet her abdomen is firm and chiseled with muscles.

  “I feel it,” she says, looking down at her body. “Like fire spreading through my belly. Reaching…down. Towards my…ooooOOOH!”

  Her clit begins to swell suddenly, elongating like a finger reaching from inside her. The delicate petals of her flower knit shut. She groans and her hips jerk. Her folds bulge outward with two distinct stones forming beneath the soft satchel they form.

  “Bollocks,” I curse, watching her stones drop within their newly made sack. Her clit begins to widen and swell. The tip bulges into a crown. The hood of her clit stretches and slides over the tip of her cock, creating a foreskin half peeled back from the tip of her pale violet erection. She gasps, her breasts heaving as she stares down in amazement at the large cock that has formed from her mound. It is strangely both masculine and entirely feminine. Powerful and delicate.

  “Well, that is new,” she laughs, staring down at her new cock. She brushes her fingers over the tip, gripping it gently and pulling back the foreskin. She groans and shudders with apparent pleasure. “Very sensitive. I…”

  “Can I touch it?” I ask excitedly.

  I don’t wait for her to give me permission. I step closer, wrapping my hand around her new cock as I lean in and plant a kiss on her lips. She sucks in a surprised breath as I stroke her supple shaft and I slip my tongue past her lips and into the sweetness of her mouth.

  “Mmmmmmm,” she moans, embracing me and kissing me back, her tongue against mine and her cock stiff in my hand. She
cradles my firm bottom in both hands. I keep wanking her cock, letting it rub against my thigh and feeling the first hint of precum smearing against me.

  “If you keep doing that, something will eventually happen,” she purrs against my lips.

  “I think that’s the idea,” I giggle and smack her with another short kiss. “Mmm. You said the potion lasts hours?”

  “Based on the potency, yes, it should last until morning,” she says, glancing at the moon through one of the mill’s windows. “Why, did you plan on serving your queen’s new cock?”

  “Oh, serve you? Is that how it is?” I laugh, taking a step back. She gives me a smack and a squeeze on my bottom.

  “That is how it is, Beatrix,” she says. “You know you must serve me. It is your duty.”

  Of course, it’s ridiculous that Mishanna would expect me to pleasure her like some concubine. Ridiculous or not, the thought of doing exactly that makes my pussy throb with need. The comely elf smiles knowingly, watching me consider her words even as I continue to shuffle my hand on her shaft.

  What should I do?

  Serve her meekly

  Serve her eagerly

  Demand equal attention

  Tell Mishanna to try using her breasts to satisfy the satyr

  A hand is obviously not enough to satisfy Petr’s perfect cock. His willy is still as stiff as a fleshy dagger and oozing out cum from being well-flogged by Mishanna’s hand. But perhaps a good wanking is exactly what he still needs. If a soft, supple titfuck might drain the satyr to his satisfaction, well, Mishanna is far better equipped to pleasure him.

  Mishanna catches me staring at her plump bust, still glistening with traces of Petr’s seed, and whispers, “Why are you looking at my breasts like that?”

  “I was thinking,” I say.