Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  “Delicious,” he says, smacking his lip. “Some of yours too, please, Beatrix.”

  I put the spoon down and pull my apron aside to reveal my left breast. Of course, it is no match for Mishanna’s huge mound, but my breasts have almost doubled in size since becoming pregnant with Babo’s children. I feed an oft-suckled nipple into the gnome’s mouth and he latches greedily, sucking milk and flicking my tender nipple with his tongue. Each time Babo sucks, it sends a jolt of pleasure crackling through my core and out to my clit. I exchange a look of rapturous pleasure with Mishanna.

  Babo pops his lips free of my breast with a last pop of suction and declares, “Still a bit hungry, but all this tit sucking has got my prick as hard as a skipping stone. Mishanna, bend over this table. Yes, just there. Mmmmmmm. Your ass is looking fine today!”

  He smacks Mishanna’s rear and makes her violet flesh jiggle with each impact. He hops up onto the chair, standing and dropping his trousers. He kicks them out of the way and practically leaps onto Mishanna’s rear, thrusting his cock straight into her glistening quim. Mishanna croons with pleasure as he begins to vigorously fuck her, balancing both hands on her wobbling bottom to keep from falling off her.

  “Feed me more porridge,” he commands me.

  I lift the bowl near his head and feed him spoonfuls of his breakfast as he pounds his cock in and out of Mishanna’s pussy. The smell of sex joins the scents of fresh milk and honey. The table begins to shake with the urgency of Babo’s thrusts.

  “More milk,” he gasps. I stand up – though I bend to keep from hitting the rafters of the tiny house – and present my untouched breast to the gnome. He opens his mouth, moving too vigorously to suckle from my tits. He commands, “Squirt it.”

  I squeeze my breast and shower my beloved Babo with milk. My creamy streams spatter into his open mouth, but also drench his shirt and soak his beard. Some of my milk even splashes onto Mishanna, most of it speckling her ass or dripping down her hip and thigh. She moans with ecstasy, driven to the brink my Babo’s wee cock hammering into her clutching cunt. Babo barks with pleasure, driving into her with intense jabs of his cock.

  “Ah! Here it comes! Here it comes my…my beautiful elfy! AHHHH!” I feel a twinge of jealousy as Babo fills Mishanna with his seed. He finishes with shuddering strokes and draws back his glistening cock with a lewd slurp. I bend over him, taking him eagerly into my mouth and sucking. I am rewarded with a salty-sweet mélange of his cum and Mishanna’s nectar. His cock, as always, remains stiff and eager for pleasure. He rests a hand on my head, smiling as I bob and slurp upon his cock. He laughs, “So eager for it this morning, Beatrix. Mmmmmmmm. You make a persuasive case that you – ahhhhhh – need to be fucked. But I’m afraid I’m all worn out from fucking Mishanna. Her greedy pussy demanded I fuck her hard and now I’m so very tired.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, my love,” I say between lewd slurps on his cock. “I will do all the work. You go relax upon the bed.”

  Babo hops down from the chair and scampers off to the bed the three of us share each night. He rolls onto his back as I climb into bed with him. Mishanna busies herself cleaning up in the kitchen. I have no doubt she will join us when she is done.

  Straddling Babo’s tiny body and guiding his heard cock into the steamy folds of my pregnant pussy is as normal as going to sleep at night or waking up in the morning. The gnome’s desires set the rhythm of my day. His hunger, his lust. I cater to it at every moment. Which is not to say he is an ungenerous lover; to the contrary, his cock gives me pleasure like no man ever has before.

  “OooooooOOOooo,” I croon as I ride atop his cock, bouncing carefully so that my weight collides with him, but I do not crush him under my body. His hard cock rubs deliciously against my clit. No, it is not big, but it is always hard. Always ready for more.

  “Pull both your tits out,” cries Babo, giving my rear a smack with a tiny hand.

  “Yes, of course,” I laugh, pulling my apron between my breasts and allowing my laden tits to bounce and drip as I ride Babo’s cock. “I know how you like to watch them while you fuck me.”

  “Nnnnnnnn!” replies Babo, fucking furiously upward and into my clutching cunt. He thrusts faster and faster, making lewd sounds as he enters me and forcing me to increase my pace atop him. The bed shakes. My tits slap with each bounce and fling droplets of milk all over the bedding.

  Pleasure sirs in my depths. A pleasure that rises to meet Babo at his peak. We cry out in unison, our bodies joined in perfect harmony as we burst with pleasure together. I feel a faint echo of the particular pleasure of being bred by the gnome as his seed gushes once more against my gravid womb. My inner walls flutter and squeeze around his spurting cock. He holds onto my ass with both hands, bucking and pumping me full until his pleasure is spent.

  I roll beside him onto the bed, out of breath, my body flushed with pleasure. Babo smiles and climbs up to my shoulder to kiss me and stroke my breast. His hand caresses lower, following the slight bulge of my belly. Though I am only weeks away from childbirth, according to Babo, my pregnancy barely shows because of the tiny size of my unborn children.

  “They’ll be coming soon,” he says. “Two lads. I can feel them kicking. And Mishanna, she’s got the girls in her.”

  “Do I now?” Mishanna joins us in bed so that Babo is sandwiched between us.

  “I’m sure of it,” says Babo, sparing a hand for Mishanna’s belly. “It’s always twins with gnomes. And always either two boys or two girls. Never split. I’m sure one of you has boys and the other has girls. I can sense it.”

  I am about to ask about names for the babies when there is a flash of violet light and a puff of smoke at the foot of the bed. The three of us sit up to see a smiling, handsome man with dark hair gone white at the temples. He is dressed in a doublet of red silk and a cloak fringed with exotic fur that shimmers in a rainbow of colors.

  “Zimon!” cries Babo.

  Zimon Fendriss. The wizard who condemned me to this dungeon. The man I should hate for destroying my life and should thank for helping me find Babo, the love of my life. I am conflicted.

  “I will kill you!” Mishanna cries, leaping from the bed to her feet. Zimon quickly casts a spell, causing Mishanna to freeze in midair as if defying gravity and time. Even her hair seems frozen as if in defiance of the currents of air through the house.

  “Don’t you dare harm her,” warns Babo.

  “Only a friendly visit,” says Zimon. “Can’t have myself being throttled by your pet elf assassin.” Zimon smooth his cloak and sits on the edge of the bed. “How are things, Babo? Would you like to leave this place?”

  “You know I would,” says Babo. “But only if I can take my two girls with me.”

  “Ah, there’s the rub,” says ZImon. “Only one girl, Beatrix, is well behaved enough to be released. I can’t go having an assassin hunting for me when I’m out and about.”

  “So what are you saying?” Babo demands. “Youi’re going to kill her.”

  “Oh, nothing like that,” says Zimon. “Maybe leave her frozen for a few decades. Or wipe her mind and then release her. Or just start her back at the beginning of the dungeon.”

  “No,” I cry. “No, you can’t do that to her.”

  Babo places a comforting hand on mine. He looks at Zimon and asks, “Is there no way I can leave and be with the elf?”

  “Afraid not,” says Zimon, picking at a piece of invisible lint on his doublet.

  “Then we will stay,” says Babo.

  “In the dungeon? Here?” Zimon raises an eyebrow and stands from the bed. He looks at Mishanna carefully. “Well, I suppose I do see the appeal. Are you certain about this, Babo?”

  “Yes!” He says, squeezing my hand. “I’ll not leave her behind.”

  “Very well,” says Zimon with a clap of his hands. “Best wishes to you all. Perhaps I’ll send a gift when the babies are born.”

  He disappears in a flash of violet light. A moment later, the spell breaks over Misha
nna and she crashes through the space where Zimon had been standing when he froze her in midair. She looks around furiously and demands, “Where is he?”

  “Gone,” says Babo, patting the bed beside him. “Come back to bed, my love. Let’s enjoy he day together.”

  Mishanna reluctantly returns to the bed. I take her hand and squeeze it, meeting her gaze. We may never escape the dungeon, but we will always have each other. And our Babo, I remember, as I feel his hand squeezing my breast.

  We are his bountiful brides.

  THE END

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  My tongue will do a much better job

  I stare at the sweep of Mishanna’s hips and the plump peach of her bottom as she turns and looks down over her shoulder with disgust at the mess Babo has made of her. Lust burns hot through my core, lust at the way the beautiful elf’s body has been defiled by the gnome. Lust at what I might to do make her pristine once more.

  “Handkerchief,” she reminds me, snapping her fingers and holding out her hands.

  “No,” I say, walking towards her in a daze, my mind resolved to clean her properly. She looks at me over her shoulder with surprise as I drop to my knees in the soft grass behind her. I caress her slender waist, my fingers following the curves of her hips and my thumbs resting on the plush mounds of her buttocks

  “No?” She looks down at me. “What are you doing, Beatrix? Get up…oohhhh…”

  Her words trail off in a surprised murmur of pleasure as I run my tongue from the back of her left knee up the back of her thigh tracing a rivulet of salty spunk up her leg. I lick again and again, cleaning he trails of cum slowly dripping down her leg. It is a filthy taste. Revolting. Foul-smelling. And I crave more, licking it from the back of her other leg, up her thigh, towards the blushing folds of her cunt and the hot, half-hidden divot of her anus.

  “You astonish me,” laughs Mishanna. “I had no idea you were such a piglet. To lap up the seed of a gnome from my legs. Will you also lick what has dripped over my flower? What oozes from within my ass?”

  “Yessss,” I cry, licking closer and closer to the steamy mound of her cunt. Submissive pleasure burns through my body as I gasp, “I will lick up every drop! I will, nnnnnaaa, clean you with my tongue!”

  “Yes, you will,” she says, reaching back and cradling the back of my head. “Yes, you owe it to me after what you made me do with the gnome. Go on then. Lick, my little piglet.”

  A glistening, grayish-white strand of cum dangles from the mound of Mishanna’s pussy. I catch it on my tongue and lick my way up to her cunt, savoring the way her sweetness mingles with the vile saltiness of the gnome’s seed. She bend over, grasping the trunk of a nearby tree and pushing her ample ass into my face. My nose is thrust into her crack, breathing the musk of sex and spunk as I lick her petals and between them, tasting her sweet, pure core, unsullied by the gnome’s wee cock.

  “Oooooohhhh, yes, you dirty, dirty girl,” cries Mishanna with each lash of my tongue. “Do not miss a drop! I must be – ooooooOOOooo – absolutely clean. You owe it to me!”

  I part the luscious peach of Mishanna’s elf ass and run my tongue into her crack. She begins to pleasure herself with her fingers as I lave her bluish clench with relish. Her pucker tenses and squeezes out more of the gnome’s milky spunk. Hot and salty and incredibly nasty, is drips against my tongue. I rim her delicate ring, tonguing those velvety folds and lapping up every race of seed.

  “Your tongue soothes me so well,” she cries. “Oh, yes, keep licking me there! Just there! You will send me over the edge!”

  “Mmmmnnnnnhnnhnn!” I reply, tonguing wantonly at her spit-soaked asshole. Her ample wrinkle squeezes tightly even as I lash my tongue against it.

  Mishanna sings with pleasure, muttering in her elven language before crying out, “I am cummmmming!

  She bucks her hips and smothers me in the warm softness of her plump posterior. I only lick her more fervently, licking and eating her here until she finally relaxes her hold on the back of my head. She turns and stands slowly, lifting me higher on my knees and leaning over to kiss me on the lips. Our tongues swirl in that molten kiss. She shares the sweetness on her fingers with me and I lick her digits clean. I share the saltiness lingering on my tongue from tasting the gnome’s cum.

  I want more, but when I lean in for another kiss, Mishanna braces her hand against my shoulder to stop me.

  “We should continue on,” she gasps. “Before the gnome returns with friends.”

  “We could rest for a bit,” I suggest. “Find a—”

  “Later,” she says, stepping back. “We will have a chance later. Once we cross that bridge.”

  I want to throw Mishanna to the grass and pleasure her with my tongue. I want her to do the same to me. Right now. But I see the sense in her words. We must reach and cross that bridge before the gnome can somehow send a warning to the troll.

  “I understand,” I say. We straighten ourselves up and set off down the path through the forest. We no longer bother to keep to the shadows or avoid the path itself, but Mishanna does step from shade to shade of the overhanging trees to avoid the discomfort of the most direct sunlight.

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  Offer to give him a hanging blowjob

  Babo is getting the better of Mishanna. The gnome might just bonk her on the head with his walking stick if I don’t act quickly. Could that stick really be magical? Could it be dangerous? I’m not going to take that chance. Sucking off an old, cackling gnome while hanging upside down isn’t exactly topping my list of fun things to do, but it would be preferable to being bred by the gnome.

  “Hey, Babo,” I call out, twisting by my ankles beneath the branch.

  “What is it, human?” He asks, driving Mishanna past me as she desperately parries more attacks from his walking stick.

  “I’ve always wanted to suck a gnome’s cock,” I say, trying to sound like I mean it. “How about it? Give me what I want and leave Mishanna alone.”

  “You? Suck on my…ha! I knew it!” He bounds over to me, practically hopping up and down. “It’s the beard, isn’t it? Babes like you dig the beard.”

  “Or the pointy hat,” I say. “Very fetching. Now get your cock out and hen you can let us go.”

  “Yeah, yeah, sure,” he says, untying the rope holding up his rousers. “Let you go.”

  He seems more intent on stuffing his prick into my mouth than negotiating our release. My hope is that Mishanna can use the time I am buying her to ensure he will agree to release us. I’m about to signal her when Babo drops his trousers and I am suddenly unable to think of anything other than his teeny tiny cock. I’s so little and red. Surrounded by his thick white pubes, it looks like a strawberry sticking out o a pile of whipped cream.

  “Oh, wow,” I say, failing to restrain a snort of laughter as I add, “It’s so big!”

  It’s smaller than my thumb and already glistening with precum, probably from Babo’s battle with Mishanna in her costume that leaves little to a perverted gnome’s imagination. Babo slackens the rope tying my ankles and allows me to drop lower, until the top of my head is almost touching the grass. He steps up to my face, his cock bobbing towards my lips.

  “I cannot believe you are doing this,” moans Mishanna, covering her eyes with her splayed fingers.

  “Open wide, human,” chuckles Babo, his cock twitching and his balls jiggling only a finger’s width from the tip of my nose. “And you had better suck me good. No teeth!”

  “No teeth,” I agree, opening wide and sticking out my tongue.

  The musky scent of his cock wafts into my nostrils, which are quickly covered by the softness of his bollocks mashing against me. His cock slips right into my mouth, warm and stiff, and I begin to suck even as he thrusts as deep as he can. Not, thankfully, deep enough to gag me. His cock doesn’t reach that far.

  “Mmmmm!” I protest Babo begins to fuck my mouth.

  “Oh, yes, that’s good,” he groans. “I can
feel that vibrating up my balls. Ohhhh. Suck it just like that. You’re a good girl. Good human.”

  He takes hold of the ropes binding my arm and shoulder and he uses my dangling predicament to swing me as he thrusts between the soft oval of my lips.

  “MMpphhhm! Mpphmm!” I protest softly with each swing of his bollocks against my nose and each thrust of his stiff little cock into my mouth. Despite my unhappiness with being at his mercy, I continue to suck him, trying to get him off as quickly as possible.

  “Ooooooh, that’s right, get into it,” laughs Babo. “Oh, you’re a good slut. Yes. Let’s see these tits. Damned laces! Ah, there we are. Oh, a little pinch for your nips!”

  He pinches and plays with my nipples and kneads my breasts one-handed as he continues to swing me with his other hand. The white hairs on his balls keep going up my nose, tickling and itching horribly, and I hate that I keep glimpsing Mishanna watching me with disgust. So she was losing a fight with a gnome using my sword and now she’s acting like I’m the fool for slurping on his greasy cock. Well, maybe I am, but at least I’m doing something to get us out of here.

  “Mmmmmph!” I shout at her, my eyes watering from being unable to itch my nose.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” groans Babo, thrusting faster and harder into my mouth. “Oh, you wan it, don’t you? You want all that cum on your pretty human face?”

  “Mmmmm!” I tell him, clearly not wanting it all over my face.

  “You’ll get it too,” he groans. “Then I’ll fuck your friend. Ohhh. Ohhhh that’s it. Here it comes! Ahhhhhhh!”

  Babo’s hot seed bursts into my mouth with such force that it squirts up my nose and comes bubbling out of my nostrils in a burning rush. I moan with disgust just as he pulls out, grabbing hold of his red cock, wanking it, and spurting his seed onto my lips, my chin, my cheeks, and dripping “up” my face and onto my forehead and eyebrows.