Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  “Always dangerous,” she frowns. “Let me venture a guess: you want me to wank him between my breasts.”

  “Well, the thought had occurred to me,” I admit.

  “You are obsessed with my bosom, Beatrix,” she mutters. “But very well, I shall give the satyr pleasure with my breasts.”

  “Y-y-you will?” Petr’s eyes go wide, his gaze fixed on the deep valley between Mishanna’s heavy breasts. “I-I mean, it m-m-might work. W-worth a try. I think, um, it could—”

  “Please be quiet,” she says, climbing onto the boulder again and crawling between his furry legs.

  Mishanna drags the dangling weight of her breasts over Petr’s stiff cock, shifting his hardness and making him wince with pleasure. She captures his shaft in the valley between her plump mounds, squeezing him tightly so that only the very tip of his cock is poking out through her cleavage. She shifts atop him, squeezing her breasts with her hands, riding her tits up and down on his cock, and using the semen still oozing out from his first orgasm as plentiful lubricant.

  “Soft,” moans Petr, throwing back his head and smiling up at the golden sunlight. “Oh, it’s like silken pillows. So soft…so soft…”

  Mishanna squints at the sunlight, unhappy to be wanking this satyr off under its itchy rays, but determined to satisfy him so that we can escape.

  “Yes, that’s it, Petr,” I say, leaning beside his ear. “Slide your cock between them. Don’t be shy. Thrust away at those lovely mounds.”

  “Ahhhhh! Yes!” He bucks his hips, plunging his cock between Mishanna’s breasts and rocking her upper body with the force of his strokes. She bounces along with him and gamely continues to wank his hard cock as best she can with him thrusting away between her mounds.

  Petr suddenly grabs my arm with one hand and the side of the boulder with the other and lets out a cry of pleasure that sounds like he is choking. His pink cock – now turned a crimson hue – launches out streams of milky seed that fly almost straight up from between Mishanna’s squeezing breasts. Each spurt that flies upward must return and Mishanna is helpless to escape as satyr cum rains down upon her hair, face, shoulders, and breasts.

  “Oh, heavens,” I murmur, watching Petr decorate Mishanna with his seed. If anything, he seems to be squirting more out than Mishanna was able to extract with her hand. He cums and cums and when he is spent, he sinks back down onto the boulder, shuddering, with his cock still erect and sticking straight up.

  “How can this be?” groans Mishanna, loosening her squeeze around his cock to have a look at his hardness.

  “I-I am truly sorry,” moans Petr, lifting his head to look at the elf dripping with his spunk. “I would open the portal if I could, but the curse is…is highly specific.”

  Mishanna scoops what cum she can from her body with her fingers and shakes it onto the ground beside the boulder. She looks at me and says, “I cannot do this alone, Beatrix, with you merely adding encouragement. We must work together to satisfy this insatiable fool.”

  “We must collaborate,” I agree. “But how?”

  What should we do?

  Squeeze the satyr’s cock between two pairs of breasts

  Give Petr a double handjob

  I will suck Petr until he is satisfied

  With the weight of Petr’s cum still in my tummy and the delicious taste of it on my lips, I know what I must do. This is something I have been preparing for all my adult life. The hard work of being a slut in a town full of unwashed miners and boring older men. Finally confronted with an insatiable and beautiful man – even if he has goat legs – I must unleash all that hard work and practice, drawing on countless tavern, stockroom, and countryside blowjobs.

  “I will deal with him,” I say to Mishanna.

  “Are you certain?” She raises an eyebrow.

  “Watch and learn,” I say and give her a wink.

  That makes her frown, but I am already crawling back between Petr’s furry legs, stroking his thighs and making his cock quiver with anticipation.

  “Relax,” I say to him. “Enjoy this. I’m not stopping until you go soft.”

  “W-what?” His eyes widen as I grasp his cock and slide his hardness into my mouth. I taste the lingering flavor of his cum and moan around his shaft, cradling him and stroking him with my tongue as I begin to suck. I begin on my hands and knees, but my knees are tired and I stretch out flat on the sun-warmed moss, propped on one elbow as bob and slurp on his cock.

  He cums quickly, filling my mouth with that delicious, buttery satyr spunk. I swallow it without hesitation and continue sucking him even as he whimpers with over-sensitivity. My sliding lips chase little trickles of cum down his shaft that disappear into the dark fur of his sheath. My fingers massage the furry satchel of his bollocks.

  “Mmmmmhmmm,” I moan, tonguing his tip and looking up at him as he stares down in disbelief. He seems to cum even quicker the second time, crying out hoarsely and thrusting between my lips as he bursts against my throat. I swallow him and suck him, savoring each warm gulp of his seed.

  It is as I am driving him to his third orgasm that I feel hands caressing my thighs and gently spreading my legs. I pop my lips from Petr’s prick and glance over my shoulder as Mishanna strokes the backs of my thighs and presses a kiss to my peachy bottom.

  “What are you doing?” I demand.

  “Keeping busy,” she says, teasing her fingers along my inner thighs and her nails up to my buttocks. Her next kiss tickles her hot breath into my crack and over my pussy. “Do not mind me, Beatrix. Attend to the satyr.”

  “Mmmmhmmm,” I say, turning my attention back to Petr and sliding his cock into my sucking mouth.

  Blowing Petr while Mishanna rakes her nails all over my lower back, my ass, and my thighs and teases me with kisses is going to be hard. But then she starts licking, and I know it’s going to be almost impossible. I moan desperately around Petr’s cock as Mishanna runs her tongue slowly from my clit to my asshole and every point between the two. She gives my clenching hole a slow swirl with her tongue before licking her way back to my clit. She begins focusing her attention there, but not exclusively.

  “Oh w-w-wow,” moans Petr, watching the chain of pleasure from Mishanna to his cock. Apparently, he enjoys what he sees because he cums in my mouth for a third time. I do my best to swallow. Still, his cock is hard, and I am momentarily completely distracted as Mishanna’s tongue drives an orgasm through my body. I whine with pleasure, stuffing Petr’s cock deep into my mouth and letting my cries vibrate over his shaft.

  After my first orgasm, Mishanna begins employing her fingers, pumping them into my soaking slit as she gives my ass long, slow licks until my ring is clenching reflexively and my crack feels very wet. I try to tune out what she is doing to my body and focus on pleasuring Petr. I slurp and bob vigorously on him, massaging his furry bollocks and feeling them tighten up once more.

  His fourth and fifth orgasms follow one right after another, his cum thinning and becoming far less plentiful. He also seems almost agonized by his fifth eruption.

  “M-maybe we can t-take a break?” He suggests.

  “Mmmhmmmnnn,” I refuse him, giving him a moment of tongue-teasing to recover before resuming my deep oral strokes.

  Meanwhile, Mishanna finally stuffs her tongue up my ass. This, combined with her deft fingers, drives me to a second orgasm. It feels so deliciously naughty to have my ass squeezing around her tongue with each spasm of ecstasy. My repeated cries of pleasure as I try to focus on sucking Petr drive him to a sixth orgasm. As I recover, she returns her tongue to my clit and begins fucking my ass with her thumb.

  It’s the seventh orgasm that finally does Petr in. He grabs at the moss and thrusts and squirms in my mouth and when he cums there is almost nothing left. As I swallow those last watery drops, his cock begins to soften.

  And the circle around us begins to glow.

  “It is working!” cries Mishanna, lifting her face from between my legs.

  “Mmmmm,” I
pop my mouth off his cock and see the brightly glowing mouth of the portal replacing the earth within the mushroom circle all around the boulder. It ripples like the surface of a sunlit pond, but there is only light beneath that unearthly water.

  CONTINUE >

  Go for a ride on Babo’s cock

  The grass around Babo glistens with the plentiful droplets of his milky spunk. Yet his wee red cock is still as hard as before. It’s no bigger than my thumb and yet it has an appealing shape with a well-defined tip I can imagine rubbing deliciously against my clit.

  “Oh, mmmmm, I want to feel that little cock,” I murmur. My words cause his maleness to twitch and drip out another pearly droplet that rolls slowly down his stiff shaft.

  “Really?” Mishanna chuckles with disbelief. “Would you even feel it?”

  “I’ve never had one so small,” I say, kicking off my boots and beginning to remove my trousers. Babo’s eyes bulge as he watches me undress and realizes I meant what I said. “Not even the goblins had cocks this small. I want to try it out.”

  Mishanna says something about the goblins, but I don’t even hear it. Instead, I hear my heartbeat in my ears as I peel off my blouse and saunter naked over to Babo. Am I really going to do this? Am I going to fuck myself with a gnome’s tiny cock? Risk everything for the pleasure of riding gnome dick?

  Yeah, you bet I am.

  Babo groans with delight as I sink down to my knees astride his tiny waist. I spread my knees wide apart to get my dark-thatched quim low enough to brush my lips against the hardness of his cock. I meet his gaze. He’s overwhelmed, staring up at my pale flesh and my pert breasts. I ride my cunny against the underside of his cock, squeezing him between my folds without sliding him inside. I let him feel the warmth and the wetness of my pussy while I grind my clit against his cock.

  “Ooohhh,” I moan, rolling my hips and working up and down his little root. The underside of his tip rubs deliciously against my clit. Babo grasps my hips, moaning and practically drooling as I tease his shaft between my folds. I rise a bit higher on my knees, reach down, and grasp his cock, pulling it upright.

  “Are you certain this is wise?” asks Mishanna, standing beside us and observing.

  “Fuck it, I don’t care,” I moan, riding up slowly, letting Babo’s cock catch my slick lips, and then riding down onto his cock. I cry out and the gnome loudly groans as my hot, tight pussy engulfs the full length of his wee cock. I flex and squeeze around him. His dense thicket of hair tickles my sensitive folds.

  “So hot,” whimpers Babo, squeezing my hips with his wee hands.

  “Yes, it is,” I agree, riding up and down again. His cock is strumming against my clit and stoking my pleasure with each rise and fall of my pussy. I begin to work my hips, faster and faster, my ass rising and falling and my steamy cunt swallowing him to the hilt each time. “Your little cock…ooooOOooohhh…is incredible. It feels so good!”

  “Perfect for pleasing tight pussies!” Babo cries, giving my left buttock a smack as he begins to move beneath me. Even pinned under my body he can thrust quite vigorously up and into my tight cunt. As I realize I’m being fucked by the gnome, my exes flash through my mind, from Zimon, the wizard who condemned me to this place, to Darel, the fisherman with those long fingers, and Termen, the boy I cared for the most with his brave heart and rather disappointing cock. Damn it all if none of them fucked me quite as good as Babo.

  “I’m going to cum,” I say with surprise. “Oh…ohhhh…gods…Mishanna, I’m going to…aaaaAAHHHH!”

  I can’t hold back. I buck hard, riding Babo’s wee cock and grinding my clit against him. I squeeze with my inner walls. Mishanna is saying something, but I’m deaf to her again as blood rushes in my ears and my pleasure explodes through my body.

  Cumming on a gnome’s tiny cock. Pathetic? I mean, sure, you can judge me, but by Shudra nothing has ever felt better. And then I hear Babo let out a whoop of pleasure and I feel his cock throb. There’s no time to think about what is happening as he suddenly and forcefully explodes deep in my tight channel. Gnome seed drenches my womb and with a flash behind my eyes I feel the magic take hold. Babo’s sperm has found my fertile egg with the help of Zimon’s magic.

  My orgasm doubles and triples in force. I feel as if I am crushing Babo’s spurting cock inside me with each spasm of my creamy pussy. Love and lust are one in my heart. I feel fulfillment and a profound sense of understanding as I realize the truth.

  I was sent here by the gods to fuck Babo. I was born to be bred by a gnome. Oh, gods, it feels so good feeling his tiny cock squirting out every drop into my depths.

  “You’ve filled me, Babo,” I cry with joy.

  “And I’ll do it again,” he moans.

  I barely notice as Mishanna mutters something about this being shameful and departs to continue through the woods alone. By the time I realize she has gone, I am slurping on Babo’s cock, adoring him and moaning around his wee hardness.

  “Oh, my sweet,” he giggles as I suck him and lick his bollocks. He cums again quickly, spurting his seed into my mouth. I swallow it without hesitation but lift my mouth with disappointment from his red cock.

  “You’re not going to claim me again?” I ask, pouting.

  “I can go a hundred times in a night,” laughs the gnome. He guides my head back down, pushing my mouth to his cock. I resume sucking his still hard dick as he giggles, “Suck me off a few more times to make up for your treachery. Then I’ll reward you with another fucking.”

  I am only too eager to obey my beloved Babo.

  CONTINUE >

  I need to fuck the satyr

  We have tried everything to satisfy Petr. Everything except for one thing. I don’t need to say it aloud to Mishanna. It hangs in the air like the sweet scent of his cum. It throbs in my loins. That need that I felt the moment I saw the satyr relaxing on the boulder, handsome and carefree, waiting for us. Waiting for me.

  “I must do it,” I say to Mishanna.

  “Beatrix, no,” she says, taking my hand. “It is too risky. We will…we will use our bodies in some other way. We will find a way to satisfy him. I…”

  To find the beautiful elf at a loss for words is somehow worse than her becoming angry with me. I squeeze her hand and then release it.

  “I will be as safe as I can be,” I say. “Trust me. This is the only way.”

  Is it though? I suppose there are other ways, other things we can try, but this is what I have wanted since I heard that flute and saw those golden muscles and those innocent eyes. No monster we have encountered has been so handsome as Petr. Not even the werewolf or the ghost I met commanding the pirate ship.

  But I want this. I don’t need to ask for it. I press past Mishanna and climb onto the mossy boulder. Petr looks at me with curious eyes and a guileless grin on his face.

  “Beatrix?” He says, sitting up on his elbows as I caress his furry legs.

  “Shhhhhh,” I say. “We are going to settle this now, Petr.”

  His cock is as hard as when this began and I am as wet as I have ever been from everything we have done. I grasp his shaft and lock my eyes with his as I climb astride his slender hips and guide his hardness to the dark-thatched mound of my womanhood. My tender folds graze the head of his cock. We both suck in a breath. I stroke him for a moment, letting him experience the soft, silky lips of my cunt. Feeling his hardness against my clit.

  “Touch me,” I say to him and he rests his hands upon my hips. He caresses me there, gently cradles my ass, slips his right hand up my body to cup my left breast. I let out a soft moan, rubbing him against my clit, stroking him, gazing down into his eyes as he toys with my nipple. Mishanna circles beside us, watching with concern. She seems entranced by the sight of me about to risk everything to pleasure this man. If only she understood how badly I needed this too.

  “Oh, Petr,” I whisper. “Try not to cum inside me.”

  “I-I will try,” he says.

  That’s good enough. I slide down onto
him, engulfing his straining cock in the warm folds of my pussy. He fills me as I ride down until I feel his furry sheath tickling against my lips. His cock is perfect. It twitches inside me and Petr lets out a wordless cry, strangled with shock, as if he has just tipped over a cliff and is falling.

  “It’s alright,” I say, beginning a slow ride atop him. My inner walls grip his cock as it twitches again and a shudder runs through the young satyr. I caress his muscular chest. I stroke his cheek and he kisses the palm of my hand. Up and down. Up and down. Magnificent. His first time. His fingers tighten on my breast and on my hips. He thrusts upward, just a little.

  “B-Beatrix,” he moans. “Oh. Ohhhhh.”

  “Beatrix, be careful,” cries Mishanna.

  There is no stopping it. A flood of cum into my pussy. The rapid throbbing of his cock and the warmth spreading inside me. Bursting against my womb as the curse takes hold. My pleasure is like no orgasm I have ever experienced. My core seems to open like the petals of a morning flower beneath a golden sun. I arch atop him, riding hard, milking his spurting cock with each spasm of my pleasure. He takes hold of my hips with both hands, unable to stop, thrusting desperately into my creamy pussy as he seems to cum again and again.

  “No,” moans Mishanna.

  “Yessss!” I cry, exultant, riding the satyr as I am taken by his seed. This is my destiny. To be the bride of a satyr. To finally meet my match in a man who is handsome and tirelessly lusty.

  I fall atop him, kissing him breathlessly, calling his name even as our tongues meet and he holds my ass with both hands. He is still cumming inside me, overflowing my trembling pussy.

  Light is all around us. Sparking and rippling outward from the boulder to the edges of the fairy circle. Mishanna clings to the rock.

  “Go,” I call to her over my shoulder. “Go and find him, Mishanna. This is where I belong.”

  She seems about to say something, but is stopped by the carnal display of my body still moving eagerly atop Petr. She salutes me with one hand and leaps off the boulder, falling into the fairy portal.