Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  “Cum for me,” I gasp, on he brink myself.

  “Inside? What if…what if the curse works?”

  In that moment, nothing matters but the pleasure of what she is doing. I need it faster and harder. I need it deeper. I need her cum inside me.

  “Don’t care,” I cry, jerking my hips beneath her. “Cum…cum inside me. Please, Mishanna. Fill me with your seed!”

  She quiets my cries with another kiss. I can feel her body tensing atop mine, her buttocks tightening as she thrusts deep. She is going to explode inside me. I know it. Cum inside me and breed my fertile pussy and it will all be over. I’ll belong to Mishanna because of the curse.

  “Mmmmmmm!” I cry, my orgasm exploding at the thought, rippling and squeezing around her.

  “Mmmm!” She cries against my lips. She pulls back suddenly. At the peak of my climax, Mishanna pulls her straining cock from my clutching cunt. And she explodes. As she clears my folds her cock erupts, spurting hot cum up to my breasts, launching ropes over my belly and dribbling onto my mound. I can feel her cum dripping onto me. Covering me. Splashing me. But not impregnating me.

  She is panting above me, her cock still in her hand as I come down from my peak. I look up at her, wide eyed and disbelieving.

  “I almost…you…are you still you?” she asks.

  “Yes,” I moan. “Oh, Mishanna, I’m sorry.”

  “No,” she says, relief washing over her. She flops beside me. “No apologies. I felt it too, Beatrix. I almost let it happen. We must both be more careful.”

  I can’t think of what to say to her. I almost wish she had cum inside me. It would have simplified everything so much. Maybe it would have even set us free from this dungeon.

  “Right,” I finally say and I reach out and take her hand. My fingers twine with hers. We lie together for a long time before she fetches my kerchief and I wipe her cum from my body.

  “Get some sleep,” she says, smiling down at me. “I will keep watch over you.”

  “Alright,” I agree, so weary I can barely lift my head. She leans down and kisses me. Lingering, but chaste. I watch her dress and sit down in the chair across them room. I think about her atop me, her lips on mine, and I hope she is with me in my dreams.

  CONTINUE >

  Attack the troll to save Mishanna

  I cannot stand by and watch Mishanna be brutally claimed by the troll. As she is getting pressed into the ground and pounded by the troll’s massive cock, I creep closer and silently slip my sword from its sheath. Fortunately, Kergel is grunting and growling far too loudly for him to hear me approach. My first swing slices deep into his back, spraying dark green troll blood over my face and blouse. I pull back for another swing as he howls in pain and pulls his huge cock from Mishanna’s stretched pussy. I swing again, taking off his left claw as he turns to confront me. His bloody claw drops into the grass. Mishanna recovers quickly, rolling away from Kergel and towards her discarded equipment.

  “You treacherous bitch!” snarls Kergel. “I will not be denied my bride! I will break you and then turn you both into breeders!”

  He grabs my sword with his right hand as I swing again. He squeezes the blade in his huge fingers and twists it from my grasp, tossing it over his shoulder. I hear it clang against the underside of the bridge. I backpedal, towards the roaring stream, as Kergel comes for me with murder in his black eyes. The wounds I inflicted upon him are already healing. As he advances on me, he scoops to pick up his severed claw, holding it to the stump as flesh knits over the wound.

  “Now you are mine, silly girl,” chuckles the troll, flexing his claw.

  My heels are almost up against the stream, churning and rushing behind me. There is nowhere for me to go. My only escape would be to risk drowning and jump into the stream, which would mean abandoning Mishanna.

  Thunk!

  The sound of the crossbow bolt impacting the troll’s gnarled hide reminds me of when my brother used to fire acorns from his slingshot at my neighbor’s barn back in Lesser Crudridge. The troll turns slowly and I see the bolt sticking out of his lower back.

  “You think that will hurt me?” he chuckles, pulling the bolt from his back and tossing it aside. I see Mishanna, kneeling nude upon the ground, her crossbow still aimed at the troll.

  “No,” she says. “But the tunnel spider venom on the tip has been concentrated from three different species of spider. I would wager one of those is enough to render you unconscious for at least a few minutes.”

  “Venom…venom…you…gggrrrrRRKKKLLLK!” The troll grabs at his chest and drops to his knees, foaming at his mouth as he seems to choke on blood. Dark green oozes from his eyes and nostrils. It is a grisly way to die, but of course a troll is unlikely to be slain by venom.

  He topples over into the grass. His still-hard cock bending beneath him at a seemingly painful angle. I hasten past him to Mishanna’s side.

  “Are you alright?” I ask, helping her to her feed.

  “A bit, ah, strained,” she says, smiling wanly. “But I am alive. Watch him while I dress. Chop off his head and throw it into the river if he starts to move.”

  He twitches and gurgles but does not move otherwise. Mishanna cleans off the worst of the filth on her body and pulls on her costume of leather straps. Once the last belt has been cinched into place, she looks none the worse for wear. Even her silken hair falls perfectly into place.

  We hasten out from under the bridge and follow the path upstream along the stream’s edge. We have traveled perhaps half of an hour into the night, when Mishanna suddenly turns to me and wraps her slender fingers around my throat. I try to twist away from her grasp. She tightens her grip, threatening to cut off my windpipe.

  “I like you, Beatrix,” she whispers, her lips close to mine and her voice cold and dangerous. “That is the only reason I have not killed you. But you used me as a distraction and then entertained yourself while I was forced to degrade myself for that troll.”

  “Couldn’t…couldn’t help myself,” I croak. “You were…too…sexy.”

  “Mmmm?” She lessens her grip on my throat. “I suppose that is possible. I will not warn you again. Next time I will take my revenge.”

  She releases my throat and continues down the path like she didn’t just threaten to kill me. I rub my neck, mutter a curse, and follow along behind her.

  CONTINUE >

  Tell her to surrender eagerly to the gnome

  Babo swings his walking stick with the speed of a practiced warrior, aggressively pressing the attack on his Mishanna and driving her back step-by-jiggling-step. She cries out, angry and yet horrified by him, parrying and dodging his attack with a desperation I have never seen from the shapely elf before. It’s a matchup that makes my imagination run wild.

  I cannot help but picture the gnome triumphant, peeling off Mishanna’s tight bandoliers and straps, revealing her plump bottom and large breasts. Gods, help me, I want to see more. I want to see the bearded pervert crawling all over her and having his way with her.

  I want him to have his way with me as well.

  “Stop it,” I call out to Mishanna. “Stop fighting him. Surrender!”

  “What?” She hesitates and is almost bonked on the head by Babo. He gives her a smack on the bottom with his staff and he cries out and stumbles closer to me. “I shall not yield to this tiny terror!”

  “C’mon, sweetcakes!” Babo chuckles, trying to smack her bottom again. She manages to parry and dance backwards, even closer to me, her breasts nearly bursting from her bandoliers and her ample buttocks jiggling with each step.

  “He can fuck us both,” I moan. “I want to be bred by the gnome. You would look so wonderful with your belly swelling with his children.”

  “Ah, I like this human!” Babo laughs, swing his walking sick again and again, herding Mishanna closer to me.

  “I bet he’ll tie us up and play with our bodies,” I say. “Wouldn’t that feel nice?”

  “M-maybe,” says Mishanna, confused a
nd conflicted. “But what about those creepy little hands?”

  “Oh, they’ll touch us everywhere,” I moan, feeling lust burning in my loins. “Why, I bet he could fit a whole arm inside us. Imagine how that would feel! Wiggling around, caressing us inside our bodies with his fingers!”

  “Ohhhhhh, it is vile,” moans Mishanna, holding my sword close to her chest as she considers what I am describing. But I see her doubt playing out of her face. She shudders and suddenly casts my sword down upon he ground. “Very well. I surrender.”

  “What?” Babo looks from Mishanna to me as I smile at him. He struggles to believe his good fortunate. “Really? Ho ho! I win!” He dances a merry jig, hopping from foot to foot and spinning his walking stick like a baton. “Go on, pick up that sword and cut your friend loose! Then both of you, get over here and pleasure my wiggler!”

  He hops up on a tree stump and unties his rope belt to drop his trousers. I see a glimpse of his cock before my view is blocked by Mishanna. She cuts me loose and I drop into her arms. As we turn to face Babo, we both burst out laughing at the sight of his naked lower body, hairy legs, huge bollocks (for a gnome anyway) and a red cock no bigger than my thumb. Maybe even smaller.

  “Oh dear,” laughs Mishanna, wiping at tears from her eyes.

  “That’s a tiny morsel,” I say, leaning against her. “I wonder if it’s enough to satisfy us?”

  Babo is undeterred. He jumps up and down, his cock flipping and flapping, and he command us, “On your knees, giggling sluts! Fill your mouth with my cock!”

  I’m a step ahead of Mishanna, slipping out of my blouse as I cross to Babo and dropping to my knees before the triumphant gnome. I grasp his wee cock and look up at him over the swell of his belly as I begin licking his red tip and stroking him against my tongue. I taste the salty tang of his precum, already oozing from the head of his cock. He rests a hand on the back of my head, pulling me onto his hardness until he almost fills my mouth.

  Yeah, sure, I have his whole cock in my mouth to the point that his balls are pressing against my chin and my nose is pressed into his thick white pubic hair. But his cock does feel bigger when it’s tickling the back of my throat.

  “Ohhhh, yes, you humans are such sluts,” groans Babo. “Get over here, elfy. On your knees. Don’t you want a taste?”

  I see Mishanna has completely undressed as she kneels beside me. Her blueish nipples are stiff and plump capping her large and yet youthfully pert breasts. She shifts closer to me, on her knees, her body warm and soft against mine. Babo pulls his cock from my lips trailing saliva and precum and he thrusts his hard little prick into Mishanna’s face.

  “Suck it, elfy,” he commands, wagging his cock up and down with a hand on his root.

  “You’re horrible,” she says, even as she leans forward and slurps his wee cock into her mouth. I rest my hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to bob on him. This elicits a weird moaning laugh from Babo as he is amused and pleasured at the same time.

  “Play with her milkers,” he says to me. “Yes, that’s it, squeeze those big elf cream bags. Ohhhhhh. Oh, yes. Squeeze them. Oh, I’ll put my cock between those soon enough. Ohhhhh, elfy, you suck me so well. You really want it don’t you. Ahhhhh!”

  “Mmmmmphh!” Mishanna jerks, trying to pull her head up from Babo’s cock. He holds her head down with both hands, thrusting into her mouth as he cums.

  “Ohhh, that’s good, take it all, elfy,” he groans, his hips slowing. “Don’t be a piggy. Give some to the human.”

  Mishanna pulls off his cock, gnome cum dripping from her lips and down her chin. She looks at me with sad eyes, her humiliation complete as she opens her mouth and shows me all the milky white gnome spunk covering her tongue. Babo doesn’t need to tell me what to do. Still fondling Mishanna’s breasts with both hands, I lean my lips to hers, kissing her passionately and sliding my tongue over the salty slime of Babo’s thick load. Her disgust fades quickly as we kiss and swap the gnome’s cum back and forth until it is so diluted with our saliva that it is easy to swallow down.

  I pull away from her, our lips briefly connected by a trail of saliva, and I gaze into Mishanna’s silvery white eyes. She is flushed with desire and I feel it hot on my body as well. I need more. We both turn to Babo and the gnome giggles and wanks his still-hard red cock in our faces.

  “Ready for some more?” He laughs, smearing it over my lips and the Mishanna’s face. “Ready to get pumped full of babies?”

  “Ohhhhhhh,” moans Mishanna with dismay.

  “Oh, yes,” I gasp, my cunt aching to be fucked.

  “You first then, human,” he says. “Stick your ass up over here by the stump. Oh, that’s it, look at that nice firm rump! Mmmmmmm! Nice pelt on you as well! Now then…”

  He steadies himself with both hands on my raised ass and guides his hard cock to the hot folds of my quim. I suck in a breath as he slides into my aching channel. His cock is so tiny, it does not stretch me much, but it does rub delightfully inside me and his bollocks thump against my clit.

  “OoooOOOooo,” I croon as he begins to rut vigorously into my tight folds. Being fucked by a gnome should make me feel pitiful, but all that matters to me in the moment is how good it feels. I hear a squelching nearby and I look up to see Mishanna lost in pleasure, fingering herself with three digits and using a finger of her other hand to toy with her anus. The sight of my companion so lost in self-pleasure is nearly enough to make me cum.

  “Don’t worry, elfy, I’ll save some of my spunk for you,” laughs Babo, loudly bouncing his hips against my thighs as he pounds his wee cock into my pussy.

  “Ooohhh yes, fuck me,” I moan, relishing the shame of it all. “Please, Babo, give me a baby.”

  “Oh, you poor girl,” he giggles. “Of course. Ahhh! And here it comes! AhhhhhhhHHH!”

  I watch him over my shoulder, his cheeks rosy and his eyes rolling with pleasure as he pounds as deep as he can into my clutching cunt. His wee fingers tighten on my ass and his hips slap hard into me. Suddenly, his cock throbs, and a hot stream of his seed seems to pass through my body and reach into my very core. There is a white-hot explosion of pleasure, like a tenfold climax, as the magic of Zimon’s dungeon causes the gnome’s sperm to instantly find my fertile womb. Pleasure ripples through me in waves. I sing out, fingers sinking into the soft earth as I push back against Babo, skewering myself on his spurting cock.

  “Yes, you feel it!” He laughs, spanking my rear. “Oh, good girl! Some more for you, ahhhh, take every drop in that pretty pink peach!”

  “Ohhhh, thank you, Babo, my love,” I moan. “It feels incredible.”

  “Yes, yes, but I have to save some for your friend,” he says and I feel a cold twinge in my tummy as he slides his cock from my creamy folds. He hops down from the stump and scampers over to Mishanna. She embraces him and kisses him and spreads her ample thighs wide for his wee body. His cock is still hard and he thrusts into her straight away.

  “Ohhhhhhhhh,” moans Mishanna, tossing her blue-black hair across her face. “Oh, to be seeded by a gnome. It is the ultimate shame. My clan would exile me for such a stain upon my honor.”

  “No need to worry,” groans Babo. “You’ll be happy here with your new husband. Me. Babo!”

  He thrusts triumphantly into her, looking back at me and winking as he pounds into Mishanna’s pussy. It isn’t long before she is panting and wailing, rolling her hips beneath him with her eagerness to be bred by the gnome. I move beside her, kissing her and stroking her breast. Watching jealously as Babo’s cock pistons into her blue-lipped pussy.

  “Here it comes!” cries Babo. “Oh, I’m going to knock you up good and turn you into a proper milker, elfy! Ahhhhhhh!”

  She sings such a beautiful song as she cums. She seems almost to be praying in elven. I kiss the words from her lips and our tongues meet and intertwine. Babo’s eager strokes into her pussy take on a raunchy wet sound as his plentiful cream drips from her folds.

  Mishanna and I hav
e been bred by the gnome. There is no going back now, not that we would want to leave our beloved Babo’s side.

  CONTINUE >

  The life of a troll’s wife

  Each day begins in the arms of the troll I love. I nestle against him, warmed by his woody body and soothed by the steady rumbling of his snore. I rise before dawn, fishing in the nearby stream or checking the snares I have set for rabbits and squirrels. Some mornings, Kergel rises early and goes foraging for the maple apples that grow high in the trees. If he brings back a lot of apples, I will cook a compote for him to have with roasted fish or rabbit stew.

  Kergel is voracious, but the food I make for him is not his only appetite. Some mornings, he splays me out about the boulder we use for our suppers and dines upon my cunt, his long tongue slipping deep inside me as he plays with my nipples. Lately, I have begun to leak milk from my breasts. It makes sense considering my belly has grown enormously in only five months. I seems as if I am pregnant with quadruplets, but Kergel assures me that trolls are only born one at a time.

  “More,” he explains, “and the mother would not survive.”

  I wear little more than a loincloth and my skin is golden brown after months in the sun. Sometimes the sun is directly above us as I crouch before Kergel on our bridge and pleasure his cock with my hands and eager mouth. I have learned to open my mouth wide enough to fit his cock past my lips. Rhythmic sucking and stroking his shaft always produces a heavy load, which I drink to overflowing. Even after he has cum, I lick him clean, and often he hardens again and takes me right there on the bridge. One morning, my mouth was so inviting that Kergel came twice down my throat. I didn’t need any supper that night!

  Every evening, the troll builds a large fire. He hates fire, but he knows it warms me and he learned to tolerate it. He knows he will be rewarded for his kindness. I ride him like I am a horse breaker on the back of a wild stallion. He hardly needs to move as I slide my pussy up and down his straining cock.