Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder

by Amanda Clover

  The heavy rain has turned the jungle muddy. You are on a hill looking down into a valley when a wrong step causes you to lose your footing. You fall onto the muddy ground and go sliding over the edge of the hill. Your heart races as you slide through the jungle growth, faster and faster, slipping towards the valley below with no idea of what awaits.

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  Encounter Fifteen - Call Upon Ashara

  Shut in this cabin with this hulking hunk plays against your strengths of mobility and makes casting the right spell difficult. You need to get past Bjorn and you might just have a skeleton key to unlock that black door he's guarding. You smile at Bjorn as your hand slides down from your breasts and strokes the pink pearl resting in your navel.

  "Ashara," you murmur, "I need your help."

  Something flashes a few feet away bright enough to leave a throbbing after-image in your vision. The cabin fills with a sweet-smelling lavender smoke. Ashara steps from the cloud, her breasts jiggling and a smile spreading across her face as she sees you.

  "Kirsten, hello again." She turns her gaze on Bjorn. "And Bjorn, so good to see you."

  Bjorn growls with anger, baring his gleaming white teeth at Ashara. The succubus walks over to stand hip-to-hip with you and face down the well-built Noorman.

  "Why are you here?" snarls Bjorn.

  "Now, now, big boy," she coos. "I don't appreciate the attitude. We parted on friendly terms."

  "You call that ‘friendly terms?’" He chuckles unhappily. "You left me unconscious, naked, and chained to a tree."

  "Mmmm, yes, that's right." She flutters her lashes at Bjorn. "It was a very exciting night. I remember you calling my name when my quim was milking that big cock of yours. So why are you giving my girl trouble?"

  "Stop lying to her, Ashara. She deserves the truth. There's no way out of this dungeon."

  Ashara's warm arm slides around your shoulder and she pulls you against her breast.

  "Not for you, Bjorn. Not with me." Her fingertips stroke your face. "Kirsten is special, if you hadn't noticed. Madreg needs her for a ritual that he believes will grant him almost unlimited power. I can use that to bring him down. You'll be free. All of us will be free."

  Bjorn seems to take in what Ashara is saying, but after a moment his expression hardens again. He looks from her to you.

  "Who do you believe?" demands Bjorn.

  You shrug off Ashara's embrace and take a step towards Bjorn. You jab a finger into his chiseled chest.

  "I've already picked my side." You actually drive Bjorn back a step with another jab of my finger. "No one else has promised to protect me in this, no one has respected me and trusted me, no one, except Ashara, has given me hope. If that's all a lie... it's one I need to believe."

  "There you have it." Ashara claps her hands together. "Now stop being cruel to the girl and let her through."

  "Madreg is going to take it out on my hide if I do let her pass," growls Bjorn.

  "Mmmmm, angling for a treat?" Ashara's hips swing as she saunters closer to Bjorn. He can't look away from her gently heaving breasts. "I'll make it worth your while."

  "We'll both make it worth your while," you say, leaning your chin on Ashara's shoulder and pressing your tits against her back as you look at Bjorn.

  "I..." He scratches his head and lets out a long breath of air that turns into a laugh. "Alright, Ashara. You and your friend had better make this wor--"

  Bjorn's words trail off as he watches you rise onto the balls of your feet and lock lips with the succubus in a passionate embrace. You and the demoness play it up a bit, rubbing your tits together and moaning loudly as your tongues twist warm and wet around each other. Ashara fondles your ass and you break the kiss, laughing, and bury your face against her neck, licking and sucking at that supple flesh.

  "I already said that you won," complains Bjorn.

  You look into Ashara's mischievous violet eyes and see your lust reflected. She certainly knows how to push your buttons. Laughing, you both turn your attention on Bjorn. It only takes you a few seconds with the help of the succubus to unwrap the burly Noorman from his shirt and trousers. Your hands roam over the tanned muscles of his torso. Ashara gathers up the stiffening hose of his cock and strokes it to full arousal.

  "Mmmmmm, I always fancied Noormen," you confess and kiss Bjorn's surprised smile. His mouth yields to your lunging kiss and you press your body against him, shedding sword and loincloth as your tongue spars with Bjorn's. Ashara kisses her way down his chiseled chest and abdomen and moans with delight as she begins to lick and stroke and suck his impressive cock.

  You enjoy the way Bjorn's hands, rough in all the right places, stroke down your back and the way his soft, golden beard rubs against your chin as you kiss him. You would kiss him for hours, but he has a succubus slurping on his cock and you do not intend to let her have all the fun.

  Reluctantly, you break the kiss with him and let your breasts drag down his body as you crouch beside Ashara. She's working his cock deep into her throat and fondling his bollocks. You move her fingers aside and lean down to begin lick and sucking at those cum-heavy stones.

  "God of Luna," cries Bjorn. "Are you certain you aren't both demons?"

  Ashara backs her lips off his cock and answers, "She's a virgin princess. Can you believe it?"

  "Mmmmmphmmm," you laugh, giving his stone a good sucking before popping your lips free as well. "I've learned a few tricks in this dungeon."

  To prove it, you rise higher on your knees and lean in to run your tongue all over his cockhead. Ashara joins you at his swollen tip and your tongues and lips battle for control of Bjorn's straining fuckmeat. He watches you and moans louder and louder and you and Ashara take turns licking all over his cock and sucking on him. You finally manage to fight her off and fill your mouth with his hardness. Your lips tighten around him, your cheeks hollow, and you suck as you bob eagerly on his manhood.

  "Ohhhhh! I'm going to spill my seed."

  "Yes," agrees Ashara. "Spill it in our hot little mouths."

  You pull your lips free from his cock and Ashara's expert hands milk his manhood while you press your cheek against hers. Both of you use your tongues to stimulate his cock and invite his seed.

  "Give it to us," you moan between licks.

  "We're so thirsty for your big wolf load," agrees Ashara.

  You are soon rewarded for your efforts. Bjorn stiffens and lets out a rumbling growl of pleasure. His cock begins to throb and gush thick, creamy ropes of his seed that lash your tongues, spurt into your open mouths, and decorate your faces in a dripping glaze of cum. You both moan with delight and taste the spunk as it lands against your tongues.

  As soon as his flow of milky fuckjuice diminishes, you and Ashara turn your attention to each other and lick and slurp the cum from your faces. You share the gathered seed in a back-and-forth tongue kiss before Ashara decides she wants it and makes a show of gulping it down.

  You look up at Bjorn, intent on asking him if he is satisfied enough to let you pass, but Ashara has other ideas. She buries his cock in her throat and begins sucking him again. He moans loudly, obviously even more taken aback than you by the demoness's sudden intensity. For several seconds she works his member through his sensitivity and then pulls off his cock with a gasp. It's just as hard as it was before his orgasm.

  "A little trick," she says. "Because I want to fuck. How about you, princess?"

  "You know I can't, but I'd love to watch."

  It's Bjorn's turn to laugh as he picks you up in his arms.

  "Oh, you're going to do a bit more than watch," declares the Noorman. He kisses your breasts, sucks your nipples, and finishes with a long, deep kiss that pulls you to the floor beside the warmth of the stove. You lie partially atop him, your breasts against his muscles as Ashara mounts his cock and begins to ride him. Bjorn groans into your lips and pulls back to say, "Mount my face, princess."

  An offer you cannot refuse! You climb atop him with your back to Ashara
and then decide to turn around, showing him your bottom so that you can watch the lovely succubus riding his fat cock. Bjorn pulls your ass down onto his face, smothering himself and moaning as his nose slots into you crack and his tongue presses into our wet folds. He's so enthusiastic, sniffing and licking your sex, that you fear he is going to claim your maidenhead with his tongue.

  Fortunately, he realizes you are a true virgin and directs his attention to your clit, which drives you mad. You ride atop his face with vigor to match Ashara's undulating hips as she bounces on Bjorn's throbbing pillar.

  "Kiss me," moans the succubus, and you lean together, kissing passionately and a bit sloppily as you both ride atop Bjorn.

  Perhaps it is simply luck or perhaps it is a bit of Ashara's power, but the three of you seem to arrive simultaneously at the point of climax. You sit bolt upright on Bjorn's face, jerking your hips and grinding against his tongue as he moans loudly beneath you. There can be no doubt he is similarly on the brink as he desperately thrusts his hips and pushes his cock into Ashara's hungry cunt. The succubus cries loudly, grasping her breasts so tightly the soft flesh squeezes between her fingers.

  You throw back your head, crying out loudly as a toe-curling orgasm rocks your body. You ride rough atop Bjorn's tongue, grinding down onto him and spilling your juices into his mouth. His grip on your ass tightens and his body arches as he thrusts into Ashara and spills his cum. The succubus grabs her own tail and desperately sucks on the flattened tip as she bounces up and down on him. The fleshy tail muffles her orgasmic screaming.

  Your chain of lust breaks apart in the aftermath of your orgasms. You and Ashara roll off of Bjorn and curl together laughing and trying to catch your breath. Bjorn sits up slowly, his face red and his hair drenched with sweat.

  "I've... I've never cum that hard," he admits.

  "See," laughs Ashara. "Worth your while. Now she can go."

  "She can go," agrees Bjorn.

  You prop yourself up on your elbows. Gods, Ashara is beautiful. You look from her violet eyes and take in her voluptuous body, her plump tits and puffy areolas with her juicy nipples, her muscular abdomen and that delicate lavender-tinted flower of a pussy. It glistens wetly and a trickle of white cum spills out from her folds. You suddenly feel the urge to stay a bit longer.

  "What are you looking at?" Ashara asks with an incredulous smile on her face. "You'd better get going."

  What do you do?

  Stay a little longer

  Get going

  Encounter Three - Wait

  Knowing that ropers are stationary, or very nearly so, means you can safely approach them as long as you stay out of reach of its long tentacles. Hopefully. To be safe you decide that remaining hidden and observing its behavior would allow you to come up with a plan of attack and identify the limits of its reach.

  You creep behind the columns, moving closer, but still keeping many paces between you and the roper. That huge eye must have excellent eyesight even in the darkness, so you stay as out of sight as possible. The creature may be stationary, but it is far from motionless.

  Seemingly unaware that you are observing, it launches thin tendrils into the darkness almost constantly. Like a frog's tongue, these sticky gray appendages lash at insects and rats and reel them into the huge mouth of the roper. They seem to be weapons, while its much larger main tentacles have a shorter reach, but are strong enough to overturn the stones of a fallen column and root out a nest of cave crustaceans.

  Moving to within striking distance won't be easy, but maybe if you attack it from behind you can pull it off.

  You are studying the way it can pivot its body, twisting in an arc from left and right, when you hear a click behind you. You whip your head around just in time to see a horrifically familiar sight. The scarab launches itself at you and seizes you from behind. Its powerful limbs pin your arms to your sides and longer claws pinch into the soft flesh of your breasts. Crouched behind a column, the impact knocks you forward onto your knees and your breasts and face collide painfully with the stone floor.

  "No!" you cry as you feel a sudden sting on the back of your thigh. The beetle's venom weakens your body and your mind. The pain ebbs into a daze of comfort as the creature's foul stinger stabs into the pink velvet of your virgin cunt. It pierces your maidenhead with a pinch and drives deeper, widening you against its segmented wedge as it drives its tip to your cervix.

  The roper has taken notice of you. Still out of its reach, it narrows its single eye and hisses with anger.

  "Come closer human!"

  "Help," you moan, futilely.

  Another beetle scurries into the chamber. You lift your head even with its red eyes and it leaps upon your back. The curving softness of its abdomen blots out your sight and your mouth is suddenly invaded by the bitter wedge of its breeding cock. You gag against its thrusting tip and it pushes deeper, bulging your throat and beginning to fuck between your stretched lips.

  "Stupid human!" rages the roper. "You feed me for days. Now you are scarab mother."

  No! you wail inside your mind as you see yourself beside the wailing woman, body fat with the vile offspring of this unnatural union with the scarabs. The peristaltic push of eggs into your womb intensifies your horror, but such fears are scoured from your mind as the first waves of scarab cum pump into your egg-stuffed womb and bathe the marble-sized eggs in fertilizing sperm.

  As soon as the first egg is fertilized your mind is lost to the magic of the labyrinth. You moan around the cock in your throat, swallowing against it and sucking eagerly as it pumps your belly full of cum. You fuck back against the rutting scarab, coaxing more seed from its twitching segments.

  More of the beetles emerge from the darkness. Your ass is invaded. Another takes a turn at your pussy and you find yourself willingly sucking the next to mount your face. They cum again and again until your holes are stretched wide and oozing with frothy streams of beetle cum.

  When they have satiated their lust, the beetles drag your cum-slicked body back out of the roper's lair and up the tunnel to their own. Their breeding slave laughs hysterically at the sight of you.

  "Welcome back, whore!" she cackles. "You will be a good breeder."

  "Yesss," you moan. "I will breed again and again."

  As the beetles begin to secrete their brown slime and stick you to the floor of the cave, you think you can already feel the eggs in your womb beginning to squirm. The thought makes you smile.

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  Encounter Five - Appeal to the slime's mercy

  If it has understood what you've been saying, perhaps you can appeal to this rude bit of jelly's sense of decency. Still kicking your legs as they are drawn into the cool weight of its jiggling body, you raise your voice and try to speak calmly.

  "I believe there has been some mistake," you say. "I am only trying to leave. I am not a meal."

  The slime's gooey tendrils lash out and wrap around your arms. You gasp as the cool liquid pours up your thighs and slips into your loincloth. It feels almost pleasant against your quim, but you have no time to enjoy the sensation as you are dragged up to the waist into the slime's body. The tendrils continue ever upwards, slithering over your breasts, coating them and squeezing against them.

  "Ooohh, now that's fresh," you cry. "Let me go this instant. We can chat about it like reasonable creatures and I'm sure you will find...pthhhhhh...mphhhhhmmm!!"

  Your words are finally silenced as the slime pours into and over your mouth. It tastes awful and its rubbery thickness is too tough for you to bite through. The slime encases your entire body. You see the world through an ever-darkening sheath of green as you are sucked into the slime's main bulk.

  Your eyes widen as you realize there are no allowances for you to breathe. You scream and a bubble forms around your mouth. It detaches from your face and drifts to the surface of the slime. Your loincloth dissolves. Your naked, thrashing body feels pleasantly warm as darkness closes in around you.

  Fortunatel
y, you cannot live without air. It's a merciful death compared to what you might have experienced as your body slowly digested inside the slime. When it has reduced you down to nothing but a few corroded buckles and your sword, it expels these onto the floor and begins to search for something else to eat.

  You've ended your adventure as nothing more than nourishment to a slime.

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  Encounter Thirteen - Give Her a Back Massage

  "When I was a proper princess, I used to take lessons in formal riding and jumping," you say as you rise to your knees.

  Ashara lazily pets her pussy. She purrs, "I bet you looked magnificent in a saddle. Your back ramrod straight and those lovely tits bouncing with the canter. Did you have a riding corset?"

  "Yes, as I said, I was a proper princess before all this," you laugh and climb beside her. "But that is beside the point. On a hot day, I worked up a good lather and was quite sore. Fortunately, I had a maid by the name of Caila, a lovely Kornasi girl, who drew a bath and after gave me incredible massages."

  Ashara rolls onto her side, teasing her glistening fingers over one of your nipples.

  "And you've mastered this technique?"

  "Yes, I believe I have," you reply. "Do you have any bath oil?"

  "Of course, what good succubus does have a full complement of perfumes, powders and lotions?" She rolls away from you and slips a hand under a particularly large cushion. She returns with a stoppered pink bottle filled with thick oil. She passes you the oil and rolls onto her tummy, stretching out and kicking up one of her legs at the knee. She rests high on her elbows to accommodate her enormous breasts.

  "What a sight you are," you murmur, taking in the faintly lavender-tinted paleness of her curvy body, narrow waist, wide hips and round ass. Her shapely thighs are splayed a few inches and you can see the glistening furrow of her cunt.