Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  “Or our mouths,” she suggests.

  I’m almost too shy for my next suggestion, “Or you could use your, um, giant breasts to pleasure him while I tend to his bollocks.”

  “Well!?” snarls Kergel. “What is your offer of this deal?”

  What should I propose to the Kergel?

  Offer the troll the pleasure of our hands

  Offer the troll the pleasure of our mouths

  Offer the troll the pleasure of an elf’s breasts

  Toss Mishanna the sword

  I might be good with a sword, but I’m dangling upside down and don’t know how I would even swing the sword at the ropes binding my ankles. Mishanna is right. I must trust that she knows how to free herself. Something crashes closer through the woods, galvanizing me into action. I fumble with the grip of my sword.

  “Quickly now,” hisses Mishanna. She wiggles her fingers to encourage me and says, “Get it into my hands.”

  I almost drop the sword as the weight of it slips from the sheath and into my grasp. I swing my arm in a careful arc, releasing the sword and letting it fall almost directly into Mishanna’s grasp. The only problem is that it falls blade-first. She reacts quickly, arching her back to avoid being impaled and using the momentum of the falling sword to slice through the ropes tied around her wrists. The blade cuts cleanly through the ropes, freeing her an instant before the tip of the blade is buried in the dirt at her back.

  “Good throw,” says Mishanna. With her hands free, she grabs the sword, brings it over her shoulder, and cuts her legs and ankles free. She leaps to her feet as the monstrous shape crashes through the last line of trees and into the clearing.

  To reveal a wee gnome. A cute, plump little white-bearded gnome with a conical hat and a felt jacket. He has a ruddy face and blue eyes and he rides atop a tan pony with a golden mane. The pony clops into the clearing and the gnome hops out of the saddle to stand atop the stump of a tree. I suppress a laugh as he puffs himself up and wields a walking stick like a prophet signaling to his flock.

  “Greetings! I am Babo!” The gnome shouts. “And you will be my brides!”

  “Gnomes,” mutters Mishanna. “Why did it have to be gnomes? I hate gnomes.”

  “Look at him,” I chuckle. “He’s so tiny! Like a bearded doll!”

  “Keep your horrid little hands away from me,” warns Mishanna, pointing the sword at him. “I know your kind and I will not be the bride of a perverted pipsqueak like you.”

  “Ah, so one of you slipped my snare, eh?” He thumps his walking stick on the tree stump. “No matter! I’ll give you a bop on your pretty head and you’ll come to your senses!”

  I’m more amused than anything. The thought that the gnome could force himself on an elf assassin seems ridiculous. Then Mishanna growls and lunges forward and tries to stab him with my sword. The gnome hops aside with remarkable speed and bangs the sword with his walking stick, nearly knocking it from Mishanna’s grasp. Sent off-balance by his parry, Mishanna stumbles past him and the gnome gives her a hard smack on her jiggling bottom. His pudgy little fingers squeeze her ample rump and Mishanna reacts as if she has been stung by a hornet.

  “Ah! You fiend!” She whirls, regaining her balance and leveling the sword at him again. “Touch me again and I shall remove every one of your horrible fingers! Disgusting!”

  She seems stymied like I have never seen her before. She circles as the gnome spins his walking stick easily in his grasp. Her silvery-white eyes narrow and she calls out, “What should I do, Beatrix?”

  Mishanna has never asked my advice before. Certainly not in the heat of battle. Unfortunately, dangling from my ankles from a tree branch, advice is all I can offer. As she circles so that she is closer to me, I consider her options. The gnome is supernaturally fleet of foot and he seems to think one blow of his stick on Mishanna’s head will stun her. But a gnome isn’t so different from a human. Surely this Babo can be reasoned with.

  Then again, perhaps I don’t want to see him reasoned with at all. I feel a strange tickle between my legs at the thought of Mishanna simply giving in to his desire. It would be quite a sight to see the voluptuous elf surrendering to the wee gnome. Gods, what am I thinking!?

  What should I tell Mishanna to do?

  Guard against the gnome

  Use a Finesse Attack against the gnome

  Use a Power Attack against the gnome

  Talk to the gnome

  Tell Mishanna to flee

  Plead for Mishanna to cut me down

  Tell her to surrender meekly to the gnome

  Tell her to surrender eagerly to the gnome

  Offer the troll the pleasure of our mouths

  The thought of sucking on the troll’s massive cock is both revolting and terrifying. How could I possibly even fit such an overgrown thing in my mouth? I suppose I could lick it. Kiss it. Suck on the outside of it. I purse my lips at these thoughts as I stare at Kergel’s massive gnarled cock swaying slightly back and forth. I glance over at Mishanna just as the comely elf wets her lips.

  “Alright, we’ll do things your way,” I say to her. “But you had better save me if he tries to ram that thing down my throat. That would kill me.”

  She gives me the slightest nod of agreement before turning her attention back to the huge troll and his huge cock.

  “Kergel, we offer you pleasure beyond what you could take from us,” says Mishanna, boldly stepping towards him. Her shapely hips swing with each step. I find it hard not to stare at her luscious elf ass, but I manage to focus on Kergel’s cock and follow behind Mishanna. She continues, “We will serve your mighty pillar with our lips and tongues. We will bring you pleasure beyond any you could conceive.”

  “With your mouths?” he asks dubiously. “They are too small.”

  I tend to agree with him, but Mishanna is quick to answer him in her most honey-coated voice. “Oh, but mighty Kergel, we have both been trained in the arts of pleasure. Our warm tongues will slide over every knob and knot of your cock. We will trace the laden vein of your shaft and bring your seed to boil. We will press soft kisses to your dangling stones. We will drive you over the edge with pleasure.”

  By the time she finishes that last word, his cock is fully erect and twitching and we are standing right in front of it. The tip is almost perfectly at mouth level for us as Kergel’s upper body looms above our heads.

  Mishanna runs her fingers over the massive shaft of Kergel’s cock and leans in to press a kiss to the slimy head of his cock. He lets out a rumbling groan as she licks the bulbous ridge beneath his glans. She glances back at me as she runs her long tongue over his cockhead, asking silently with a raised eyebrow, “Do I have to do this alone?”

  No. She doesn’t. I grasp his shaft along with her and lean my face to his tip. We kiss his cockhead together. We lap at his slit and share the taste of the salty slime leaking from his cockhead. His maleness twitches and he rests his huge hands upon us. He puts one hand on hand on Mishanna’s head and the other on my slender back. We moan and kiss and slurp at his cock. Mishanna parts her lips wide, trying to fit it into her mouth, but not quite succeeding. Our tongues meet across his cockhead, dancing together for a moment, washing his foul stink away with our saliva.

  Then Mishanna is moving downward, crouching before him and resting one hand on his knobby leg as she begins nuzzling and lapping at his huge bollocks. Left alone at his cockhead, I take hold of him just beneath this bulging green crown and I begin kissing and slurping at his cock. I treat his fat slit almost like a mouth, wriggling my tongue into it and feeling the spasms of his pleasure around my tongue. The salty flow of his precum is almost overwhelming. It fills my mouth and coats my tongue and drips down my chin and lengthening strands that break loose and fall upon Mishanna. She strokes and slurps at his bollocks, lewdly pleasuring his cum-laden sack.

  “You are witches,” groans Kergel. “You cast a spell upon my cock. I cannot…cannot resist this pleasure.”

  “Oh, no need to re
sist,” I say to him, sliding my tongue over his slit again. “We want you to cum for us, mighty Kergel. Let loose. Drench us in your cum.”

  “Ohhhhhhhhh, this pleasure!” He pushes my head back to his cock and seems like he wants to force his tip into my mouth. Since I rather enjoy having a jaw, I resist him and thrust my tongue back into his slit. This produces a deep groan of ecstasy. His cock begins to twitch and jerk against my body. Mishanna rises suddenly from his bollocks, joining me at his tip. We swirl our tongues together over his slit as his hideous face contorts in ecstasy. He bellows at the moon, “WITCHES!! AHHHHHH!”

  I once had a stable boy call me out to the barn where he was feeding the horses and he threw a bucket of water in my face as I walked through the door. It hit me with such force that it knocked me off my feet.

  This is what it feels like to have a troll cum in your face. Kergel’s hands on our heads are the only thing that keeps us both from being blasted off our feet. Troll spunk erupts in a frothy geyser, spraying our lips, our chins, up our noses, and into our mouths. I gulp down far too much of it and Mishanna staggers back, sputtering, her face dripping. I manage to keep my hands on his shaft, milking him, finishing out his massive orgasm as we are drenched in his seed.

  Kergel groans again, staggering back and dropping into a sitting position against the wall of the bridge. He looks at us sadly, his erection wilting even as cum continues to drip from the giant hose of his cock.

  “Go,” he rumbles. “Go now, before I change my mind. Before I pin you down and make you my brides.”

  I wipe cum from my face with one hand as I grab Mishanna with my other hand. We run across the bridge. Kergel watches us go, anger contorting his features. I’m not sure if he hates us or himself, but he lets us go and we escape to the far side of the bridge.

  “Follow the path,” says Mishanna, wiping cum from her chin. “We can wash ourselves in the stream once we are away from him.”

  “Right,” I agree, stumbling along the path beside Mishanna and quickly realizing that getting troll cum out of my hair without water will be impossible. Gods, how much of it did I swallow? I can feel it glugging around inside me with each step.

  CONTINUE >

  Demand equal attention

  “You think of me as your servant?” I raise an eyebrow. “No. We’re equals, Mishanna. And if you want me to touch that, ah, rather lovely cock of yours, you’re going to have to admit it.”

  “And if I refuse to admit such nonsense?” She says.

  I make a cock-stroking motion with my hand. “Give it a try, Your Majesty. I’m sure your hand will make almost as good a lover as...mmmphhphhhhm.”

  She shuts me up with a kiss, pulling me into her arms and rubbing that delicate cock of hers against me. Her hands reach around to squeeze the firm peach of my bottom as her tongue invades my mouth in a sensual, dominant kiss. I slip my hands between us, reaching up to cradle her breasts, breaking the kiss to lower my mouth over one of her plump nipples. I give her a hard suck and a nibble, causing her to sharply inhale.

  “You horrible slut,” she laughs. “Are you trying to bite off my nipples?”

  “Mmmmmm!” I pop my lips free and move to the other, sucking even harder and tonguing her nipple. She squeals and grinds her cock between us. I pop my lips free of her other breast and look up at her. “Still waiting for that admission.”

  “Oh, very well, you temptress!” She gives my ass a swat, which stings, but in a way that leaves me craving more. “We are equals. I shall even let you be on top.”

  She takes my hand and pulls me to the bed. We fall together atop the rumpled blankets, kissing and caressing, my fingers finding her sensual curves, but also that intruding hardness between her shapely thighs. I grasp it firmly, working the loose skin over the head and down again. Making her hiss with pleasure like a steamy little kettle.

  “On top, you say?” I ask, turn my bottom to face her as I face her violet cock and its purpling tip.

  “Yes, I did,” she replies, caressing my bottom and trailing her fingers over my face. “Climb atop me then, but be mindful of your knees. My ears stick out.”

  I straddle her face gingerly. It is hard to avoid her pointed ears in this position, by we manage to shift and gently bend her ears in a way that she finds comfortable. She cradles my legs and the roundness of my ass, lifting her face to breathe my naughty scent and nuzzle against the folds of my cunt. I stretch out atop her, my hips against her breasts and my slender body against the hardness and softness of Mishanna’s exquisite form. Her girlish cock is in my face, my hand working the shaft and the tip as it begins to steadily like her glistening precum.

  “Oh, my sweet,” she murmurs behind me and her tongue lashes my folds and the buzzing bud of my clit. She is as deft with her tongue as she is with her crossbow or blade. She fences my clit and parts my folds to taste my honey. She thrusts her tongue into my depths and retreats again to taste the velvet divot of my anus.

  “Oh, by Shudra, you wield a tongue well enough,” I moan, rocking my hips back against her face, but leaning forward to take her cock. Parting my lips. Tasting her salty sweetness. Filling my mouth.

  “Ah! Ahhhhhh!” She cries, her fingers tightening on my bottom. Her tongue thrusts desperately against me. Her hips shake as I begin to suck eagerly upon her hardness.

  Mishanna does not last more than a dozen bobs of my sucking mouth upon her cock before she cries out, her head dropping back onto the bed as she thrusts her cock to my throat and nearly gags me. A moment later, her cum explodes against my throat and I have no choice but to swallow to keep from choking.

  “MMMmmmmm!” I moan around her cock, gamely slurping and riding my lips up and down her pulsing shaft as spurt after spurt of her hot seed pours into my mouth.

  She begins to shudder and squirm and finally cries out, “Enough! Stop! It is too sensitive!”

  “Mmmmm okay,” I say, lifting my mouth from her cock. I swallow one last time, clearing my mouth of the last traces of her load. “But I’m not getting up yet. You have to make me cum first.”

  “Oooh,” she groans. “Very well. I suppose it is only fair.”

  Her reluctance is belied by the eagerness with which she returns to licking me. She laps and sucks at my clit, burrows her tongue into my clenching pussy, and rubs her thumb against the spit-slicked clench of my asshole. I sit up a little, smothering her beneath my firm bottom, and she seems to lick me with even more relish.

  “That’s it,” I gasp, riding back against her face.

  “Nnnnnhhhnnhnn,” she replies, her tongue never relenting in its attention.

  It’s the sucking that does me in. She gets her lips somehow wrapped around my clit, even when I’m grinding on her face, and sucks my little button until it’s ready to explode. I wail with pleasure and she answers me by popping her thumb into my ass. That is enough to send me crashing over the edge. I cum hard, my nectar spilling onto her face and my tight ring clenching against her thrusting thumb. She sucks my clit and plugs my hole until I give out a last, warbling wail of pleasure and collapse across her.

  She kisses my thighs and my buttocks and gently slides her thumb out of my trembling hole. Her tongue teases across my folds and makes me suck in a sharp breath and arch my butt a little higher. I’m in the afterglow, but I’m not exactly comfortable, because there’s something hard poking against my collarbone.

  “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” I say with a chuckle.

  “Mmmmm, would you mind?” She asks, sitting up a bit and smacking another kiss on my bottom.

  No. I’m tired, but I am not going to pass up the opportunity to be fucked by Mishanna’s new cock.

  I roll off Mishanna and onto my back on the bed, covering my dark-thatched cunt for a moment with one hand as I spread my legs wide. I fix her with my smoldering gaze and slowly uncover my steamy sex.

  “I wouldn’t mind at all,” I say. “Since I’m feeling so…generous.”

  I run my hand over my pussy and spread
my delicate folds to reveal my inner pink. Mishanna is on her knees and between my legs in a moment, gripping and stroking her cock and looking at me as if with new eyes. She smacks the weight of her cock against my clit and teases it around my folds as she wanks it. I gasp with each impact and let out a low, long moan as she rubs at my entrance with her feminine cock.

  “Are you going to tease me with it or fuck me with it?” I ask, biting my lower lip for as I stare up at her.

  She answers me with a thrust, burying the entire length of her cock inside me in a single stroke. I can tell by her expression that it’s almost too much for her and she has to grasp my thighs and steady herself. My inner walls clutch reflexively against her cock and she throws her head back and whimpers like a beaten child.

  “You have no idea what you are doing to me,” she moans.

  “I have some idea,” I laugh, squeezing again. She growls and falls atop me, pinning my arms above my head and kissing me savagely. She moves with the grace of a dancer. Or maybe an elf assassin. Her body undulates like the waves atop the sea, hips and back working, her cock pumping into my pussy and her hairless bollocks slapping gently against my ass.

  Her breath is hot against mine and her kisses flavored with sweet moans of pleasure. Her grip on my hands relaxes and she slides her hands beneath my ass, squeeze me from under my body and holding tight as her strokes intensify.

  And it feels incredible. Like no man that has ever fucked me before. Powerful and yet tender, passionate, almost loving, yet hitting a naughty spot inside me that is stoking my core and driving me towards what I know will be an intense orgasm. I hold her and kiss her just as hungrily as she is kissing me. I squeeze her fat ass in both hands, pulling her deeper with every thrust and squeezing her with my inner muscles.

  “I am close,” she pants, her thrusts intensifying. “What do I do?”