Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  “No babies,” I say, poking him with the bolt loaded into the crossbow. “If you don’t want this shot up your nose, you’ll do as I say.”

  Muttering miserably, he complies, gathering up his clothes, tying his rope belt, and clambering onto the bored-looking pony. “I’ll go, but you two won’t make it past the bridge. There’s a troll there and he is going to break your bones and eat your guts. No mercy.”

  Before I can ask him anything more, Babo digs his heels into the flanks of his pony. It whinnies in protest and sets off at a gallop into the woods. I turn my attention back to Mishanna. She has stood up and is look back at her shoulder, staring in disgust at the gnome cum as it drips down her thighs and spreading her buttocks to reveal glistening glimpses of her cum-smeared crack.

  “This was your idea,” she says, her expression accusatory. “Fetch me a handkerchief!”

  I do have one tucked in my trousers. Then again, maybe I could clean her up without any handkerchief. The naughty thought makes my core throb and I realize just how wet I am from watching Babo fuck Mishanna’s luscious ass.

  What should I do?

  Fetch Mishanna a kerchief

  My tongue will do a much better job

  Plead for Mishanna to cut me down

  I need to get down from here! I can’t hang around while Mishanna freaks out about this tiny little gnome.

  “Hey! Mishanna!” I call out to her, wiggling and swinging beneath the branch. She spares a look back at me over her shoulder and gets a smack on her bottom from Babo’s walking stick. The impact cracks like a breaking branch and ripples through her softer flesh. She staggers back, narrowly parrying a leaping attack from the gnome. I cry out in dismay, “No! Oh, no! Stop it! Cut me down so we can even the odds!”

  “He will hit me with his horrid little stick!” cries Mishanna.

  “Damned right, I will!” cackles the gnome. “Going to bonk you both on your pretty heads and stir you up just right! You’ll be barking for my puddin’ pleaser!”

  “Your what?” I furrow my brow at his words. He only cackles more in reply and takes another running jump at Mishanna. She manages to bat him away with a swing of the flat of my sword. Babo goes tumbling into the underbrush and Mishanna seizes the opportunity to run to me and cut me down from the branch.

  “Oof!” I moan, landing hard on my shoulder and neck. She bends down to try to cut me loose, but before she can manage, Babo is back, spanking her rear with two sharp cracks of his walking stick. She staggers past me, fending off his furious swings with growing desperation.

  I begin my own desperate struggle to wriggle out of the ropes tied around my ankles and my left arm. I grunt and strain and twist my arm, finally managing to pull it free. I quickly sit up and untie the knots on my ankles. I heard a loud thump and a cry of alarm from Mishanna. Just as I look up from my ankles, I see the shapely elf trying to get up from her knees.

  “No,” I murmur, but I can do little but watch in horror as Babo cackles triumphantly and thumps Mishanna in the middle of her forehead with his walking stick. There is a loud knocking thump and a puff of violet magic around Mishanna’s head. She turns slowly, her eyes crossed and her head wobbling atop her neck like it might topple off. I call out, “Mishanna? Mishanna are you alright?”

  “Mishanna is it!?” Babo giggles and dances around my dazed companion. “She is just fine! Aren’t you, my lovely?”

  He caresses her ass, squeezing her plush buttock and giving me a lecherous look.

  “Oooooooh,” moans Mishanna, running her hands over her breasts and squeezing them together. “Ooooh, no, I need it. I need it soooo bad.”

  She jerks her hips and sucks on her fingers, looking from me to the gnome with lust-heavy eyes. Babo gives the bandolier covering her left breast a tug, popping it over her nipple and areola, and leans up to suck upon her huge breast. He looks at me as he slurps and licks her bluish nipple. Mishanna moans wantonly, thrusting a hand between her legs to touch her mound.

  I rise to my feet to confront the gnome and end this perverse display. He quickly pops his lips from her breast and leaps towards me, swinging his walking sick. He shouts, “Ah ha! I’ll have you both as my brides!”

  Behind him, Mishanna is fingering herself and playing with her nipples, completely lost in the throes of her lust. She moans and shudders and will clearly offer me no help. I must defeat this damned gnome on my own.

  Unfortunately, my sword is well out of reach and I am forced to block the gnome’s first attack with my forearm. The impact is painful and also strangely invigorating, shooting hot jolts through my body as some secondary magic sizzles into my core.

  “You’re not going to win this, girly,” laughs Babo. “Better to stop fighting! I don’t want to give you any bumps or bruises! Ahhh! But I will!”

  He menaces me with his walking stick. I glower at him, but I’m forced to cringe from his fake swings. He laughs at my helplessness. There is no help coming from Mishanna, no reaching my sword, and all I’ve managed to do is untie myself. But I’m not giving up!

  “You little perverted bastard!” I shout. “I’ll boot you into the treetops!”

  I charge at him. Babo bounces like a flea out of my way and lands on my back. I fight to dislodge him, but he laughs and pulls my hair.

  “Got you now, human!” He cackles. “Still not giving up?”

  “I’ll squish your guts!” I cry, practically dislocating my shoulder trying to get him off my back. “Like a bug!”

  “You leave me no choice!” He says.

  Something strikes the top of my skull and makes the sound of the two halves of a coconut being knocked together. Violet magical energy bursts from my head and dissipates an instant later. The pain of being bonked on the head is secondary to the dizzying warmth that spreads through my body. I go cross-eyed for a moment and drop to my knees.

  “Ooooooooo,” I croon.

  Warmth ripples and swirls through my limbs, my thoughts swim, and my body becomes very sensitive. I can feel my nipples rubbing inside my blouse with each breath. I can feel the way my underwear cinches against my swelling petals. The way heat in my core causes my peach to drip with nectar. Oh, gods, I need it. So badly. Cock is the only thing that can quench this fire inside me.

  “Yes, you feel it now,” laughs the gnome, hopping around to stand before me, rubbing at a tiny bulge in his trousers.

  “Ooooo,” is the only reply I can offer. My clothes suddenly feel very warm. I kick off my boots and tear at my blouse. Laces rip and buttons pop free as I expose my heaving breasts and little pink nipples so hard they are hurting with need. I run my fingers over those sensitive buds, shuddering and moaning, “Yes! Ohhhh, yes! Fuck meeee!”

  “You’re even more eager than the elf,” laughs Babo. “A real trove of sluts! Alright then, get those pants off, I’ll give you exactly what you need!”

  Babo drops his trousers as I desperately shuck off my pants and tear off my panties. My dark-thatched cunt is aching to be filled. Babo steps forward, his cock tiny and red, dripping with his precum. I laugh at how small it looks, but I don’t care. Any cock! I need any cock!

  “Fuck meeee!” I repeat, pulling my knees up and spreading my folds with two fingers.

  Babo scampers forward, grabbing the backs of my legs and pushing my knees almost to my heaving breasts as he slides his wee cock into my folds. Ohhh! It’s so good. I can hardly stand the pleasure as his hot little cock pumps in and out of me, tickling my sensitive petals and rubbing against my clit each time he buries his cock inside me. His bollocks, surprisingly big in comparison to his cock, thump and squeeze against the divot of my anus, adding to my perverse pleasure.

  I realize that eagerly being fucked by a gnome with a cock smaller than my thumb and loving every thrust of it might seem strange. That’s okay. You just need to be bonked on the head by Babo’s walking stick to understand how good it feels. He’s a beast! A little rutting animal!

  “Oh, yes, harder! Faster!” I cry, tossing my
dark hair around my head on the grass as Babo pounds my trembling pussy.

  “I want some tooooo,” whines Mishanna, crawling over to join us. She drapes her breasts against Babo’s back and reaches around his tiny body, hand sliding down his plump torso to caress his damp white hairs and the root of his red cock.

  “Yes! Heaven!” Babo cries, thrusting even faster into my pussy. I’m jealous of Mishanna getting to kiss him and caress him while I hold my knees. But then again, I am getting his cock. My feet bounce in the air from each of Babo’s surprisingly forceful strokes. The gnome kisses my deep elf companion over his shoulder, his whole upper body practically swallowed up by her breasts.

  “Ahhh! So good!” I cry, throwing back my head and bucking against him. I seek my own pleasure, unable to resist its lure. My sugary walls tighten around him, gripping him in silky slickness.

  He moans against Mishanna’s lips, his fat balls tightening against his root as he joins me in bliss. His cock twitches and spurts and his hot gnome cum floods my fertile human pussy. “I feel it! You’re cumming inside me! You’re breeding me, Babo! My love! My handsome gnome! Fill me with it alllll!”

  The pleasure and passion floods me with Babo’s hot cum. He pumps me full, just as I demand, drenching me with fresh purpose and a unique sense of joy. I adore the gnome. I crave more as I writhe against him.

  “Mmmmmm!” He finally breaks the kiss with Mishanna and looks across my heaving body to my flushed face. His smile fills me with pride. I’ve pleased my beloved Babo! He gently pulls his cock from my creamy pussy and steps back, saying, “You did so good, baby. Now I have to give some to your friend here or she’ll tear me apart.”

  “Yes, please, Babo,” moans Mishanna. “Breed me like you bred Beatrix!”

  “On your knees then,” he says. “Clean her up while I give you what you deserve!”

  “Yes! Oh, yes!” Mishanna cries, crawling between my legs. She pulls my legs over her shoulders and buries her face between my thighs. Her pleasure heavy white eyes gaze up at me as she begins eagerly tonguing my creamy pussy. Each hot lash of her tongue and slurp of her wanton mouth cleans up more of Babo’s plentiful spunk. I cradle her head, moaning with pleasure as Babo moves behind her and begins fucking her. His furious thrusts drive her face against my trembling mound and it’s almost like he is fucking me with Mishanna.

  “That’s it,” I gasp. “Lick deep inside me. Lick up all of Babo’s sweet sperm!”

  Babo spanks Mishanna’s plush rear. All I can see of him is his pointed cap moving and bobbing behind Mishanna’s big bottom as Babo ruts into her pussy.

  Mishanna mewls into my cunt. Babo suddenly cries out, practically climbing onto her ass. I can see his red face and his furrowed brow. He groans as he pumps my elf companion full of his seed. She wails against my cunt, captured forever by the magic of the dungeon and the hot catalyst of the gnome’s seed. Her cries vibrate through me, stimulating my clit until I too am driven over the edge. I buck against Mishanna’s moaning lips and smear my juices all over her nose and chin.

  It’s the most incredible experience of my life and I get to share it with Mishanna. We’ve both been knocked up by the gnome.

  CONTINUE >

  Refuse to become Kergel’s bride

  This troll is huge and vile. Maybe the hugest and vilest monster I have yet encountered. There is no way I am agreeing to be his bride. No way I am letting that enormous, bumpy, warty, overgrown cock wreck my pristine pussy.

  “Absolutely not,” I say, pointing my sword at the troll’s gnarled chest. “I would rather jump into the stream and drown than become the wife of a troll.”

  To my surprise, Kergel’s big, dark eyes seem to well with sadness.

  “And you feel this way too?” asks Kergel, looking to Mishanna.

  “My sentiments are similar,” says Mishanna through gritted teeth. “There will be no wedding dance with you, troll. Go back under your bridge.

  Kergel sighs and sits back on his haunches. His shoulders slump. I would almost feel we had beaten him if he weren’t still blocking the way across the bridge.

  “So lonely,” he mutters just loud enough to be heard, seemingly to himself. “Just need a good wife.” He lifts his gaze and raises his voice, “But if I can’t have a wife, then I’ll at least make a meal out of you two. I don’t want to eat humans, mind you, but I will do it as a last resort.”

  His long nostrils flare and he draws in a deep breath. Mishanna and I ready for his attack as he hefts a savage-looking club with a rounded head. Instead of charging at us, he raises the club over his head and roars, “YOU SHALL NOT CROSS MY BRIDGE!!”

  He looks mad, but at least he’s not coming straight at us. I exchange a quick glance with Mishanna. She looks determined to fight our way through. I’m not so sure about our chances. This troll looks big and trolls, at least the stories I’ve read, are notoriously difficult to kill. We need to be smart.

  What should we do?

  Guard against the troll as we cross the bridge

  Use a Finesse Attack to defeat the troll

  Use a Power Attack to crush the troll

  Talk to the troll

  Flee past the troll

  Trust Mishanna to distract him

  Surrender meekly to the troll

  Surrender eagerly to the troll

  Squeeze the satyr’s cock between two pairs of breasts

  Mishanna looks at me expectantly, but my eyes are drawn to her heaving bosom. Her plump, soft breasts are much bigger than mine, but I have a nice pair as well. Never any complaints from the lads that have gotten their hands under my blouse back in Lesser Crudridge. Maybe I can’t make a big cock disappear between my tits like Mishanna, but I can give a cock a good wank with my breasts. It’s a gift. And working with Mishanna? Why, we might be unstoppable!

  I lean over to her and whisper in one pointed ear, “Let’s try squeezing him between us. He won’t be able to stay hard with both of us wanking him dry with our tits.”

  “Oh, yes, that might work,” she says, turn to me and pressing her breasts lightly against mine. My mounds are firm and high and hers are quite pert despite their size. Her nipples are much fatter than mine and her buds bend when she rubs them across the sensitive pebbles of my nipples.

  I’m not sure why, but I lean over and kiss her as we’re squeezing our breasts together. It is a short kiss, but our tongues do meet, and Petr, observing this lesbian lip lock, lets out a deep groan of desire. Mishanna pulls away, though a strand of saliva connects us for a moment longer.

  “Perhaps we should remain focused,” she says, a blush in her cheeks.

  I feel hot all over and I desperately want to kiss her again. To melt my tongue against hers and run my fingers over her fat nipples.

  “Mmm, right,” I say, reluctantly turning my attention back to Petr.

  But once I see that handsome cock of his and his excited expression, my mind is back on the task of pleasuring him and finally defeating his libido. We crawl onto the boulder and over his legs. I grasp his cock and Mishanna and I both drag our breasts against his hardness. My hand works his shaft as her heavy breasts engulf him, then mine, cradling him and rubbing against his cock as it leaks precum.

  “He gets so very warm,” I muse, glancing over at Petr as I stroke him between my breasts and Mishanna’s mounds. It takes some squirming, but we manage to capture his upright cock between Mishanna’s breasts and mine pressing tightly against hers. Of course, this puts our faces close together, giggling and cooing, panting sweetly up at the satyr as we stroke him amongst our breasts. I cannot help but kiss Mishanna again. Moaning softly as her lips part. As our tongues meet.

  “Oooohhhhhh, you’re kissing each other,” moans Petr.

  “Mmmmm,” agrees Mishanna, her lips locked to mine and her tongue darting devilishly into my mouth. My tongue wrestles with hers as my hand pumps up and down the precum-smeared length of Petr’s cock. We move our bodies to squeeze our breasts around his hardness.

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p; “I c-c-can’t…can’t…can’t….AAAAAAHHH!” He arches and thrusts between our breasts, pushing the red cap of his cockhead through Mishanna’s cleavage. Cum bursts from his throbbing tip and splashes against Mishanna’s chin. She leans back just enough so that the next spurt of Petr’s seed splashes me right on my lips. A moment later, we are kissing again, sharing that sweet, buttery satyr cum on our tongues. Petr continues to gush his seed mostly onto Mishanna’s breasts, but quickly smeared onto mine as we press together around his cock.

  We kiss and press together, sharing that flavor of satyr cum until it has been diluted by our saliva. When Mishanna pulls back from his cock, I lean down and lick the cum from her breasts, savoring it as I lap it up from her cleavage and suck it softly from her fat nipples. She does the same for me, cleaning me with obvious relish before returning for one last, lingering kiss.

  Petr watches all this in apparent disbelief. His cock still obstinately hard and twitching with need.

  “It did not work,” observes Mishanna.

  “Oh, it worked well enough,” I gasp, running my hand between my legs and feeling the heat of my steamy cunt under my fingers.

  “No, you silly slut,” she chuckles. “Not well enough to open he portal. He is still as hard as steel. We must try something else.”

  “We need to wear him out,” I say. “There was a bit less cum that time. Did you notice? Whatever we try, we can’t stop until he is completely drained.”

  “Y-yes,” moans Petr, nodding excitedly. “Yes. That might work. D-d-drain me.”

  “We might continue with this,” suggests Mishanna, wetting her lips and looking at me through fluttering lashes. “Pleasuring him with our breasts until he goes soft.”

  “Or I could let him have what he really wants,” I suggest, playing with the folds of my aching cunt. “That…that cock…”