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

by Amanda Clover

  The fat eggs of her bollocks tighten against her root. Her cock swells as your orgasm mounts. You arrive at that climax together. You, white hot and throbbing from your clit, pleasure radiating through your arching body as you watch Ashara's contorted pleasure.

  The succubus drops her head back against the cushions and holds her mouth open, tongue flicking the glistening cap of her cock as she wanks herself. Her distaff fuckstaff twitches visibly in her grasp and begins to pop out thick streams of cum. Most of these volleys land against her tongue and spew into her open mouth. A few splatter short, on her chin and cheek, drizzling lavender-tinted spunk down her neck and over her throat. She pops her lips around her cockhead and sucks out every drop as you watch, orgasm slowly ebbing into a relaxing thump of pleasure.

  When it's over, you both laugh and cuddle together. You taste her cum on her lips and share it on your tongue. Your hand finds her manhood gone and you gently stroke the delicate folds of her sex.

  "That was amazing," you murmur.

  "I enjoyed your toe-curling show as well," she says, petting your pussy. "I would love to enjoy it more, but I fear you must be on your way."

  "Already?"

  "Yes," she says as she kisses your shoulder and neck. "Do not fear, sweet princess. Once we have had our revenge on Madreg and Castigoroth, we will have plenty of time for each other and for pleasure."

  You share one last kiss before she squirms from your embrace and crawls out of the bed's canopy. You watch her shapely silhouette moving on the other side of the curtains.

  "Come along, princess," calls Ashara. "I will show you the ring that will allow me to protect you."

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  Encounter Six - Drop down and suck him

  Your thoughts of escape are temporarily forgotten in favor of the hot lust raging your body. All you can think is to repay the orc the pleasure he has given you. His scarred lips meet yours and you are the aggressor, thrusting your tongue and tasting his mouth. You moan as your hand slides over his chiseled abs and wraps around the root of his cock.

  "You like?" he laughs.

  "Very much," you say, stroking him.

  Your lips leave his mouth and arrive at his shoulder. His ragged armor bumps beneath your kiss and you follow down, to his exposed muscles. You arrive at your knees before the orc. You are struck by the length of his gray cock, the reddening pink of his cockhead, and the distinct bowing of his shaft. He has a distinct musk of sex on him. You take him in both hands and wet your lips. Gods, your heart is pounding now.

  "It's so big," you say, almost to yourself.

  Reemek hears you and a gruesome smile spreads across its face. It strokes your hair from your face in an almost tender gesture. You look up at it as you lean your mouth to its cock and give it a slow, lingering lick around its bulging cockhead. You taste a mixture of things there and fight for a moment to not become disgusted. Though you may be inexperienced, there is no denying from taste and smell that this brute has been having his fun with another woman recently.

  It doesn't matter. You part your lips and take him into your mouth. Just the bulging head at first, wetting it down with your spit, sucking gently like a big sweet. Your tongue curls beneath this swollen bell and the orc reacts with a groan. You stroke his length with both hands, bringing your fists up against your lips and very slowly beginning to bob your mouth on him.

  The more you suck, the more your own desire grows. Your princess etiquette long since forgotten, you lose yourself in the act of pleasuring the orc with your mouth. You slurp on him and moan around him. Your hot spit begins to drip down his shaft and slide off his balls in strands that land upon your knees and thighs. You pause only for breath and to massage down to his fat bollocks with your tongue. Even his musky smell there arouses you.

  For his part, Reemek is patient with you. He thrusts gently into your mouth, but never forces your head or barks orders. He seems to sense that you are enjoying yourself and allows you to take your time. Your breath hisses from your nostrils as you suck him hard. Your hands make lewd sounds as you work them up and down the orc's spit-covered shaft. Soon enough, his cock is swollen to bursting and his breathing is growing heavy.

  "So good, pretty human," pants Reemek. "I spill my seed. Very close now."

  You realize that means his semen is about to shoot out from his fleshy spear. You slip your lips from his cock and ponder, quickly, what you should do about that.

  What do you do?

  Take his seed in your mouth

  Stroke him onto your face

  Breed your pussy with his cum

  Encounter Seven - Take your pleasure from the nymph

  You hardly entertain the thought of refusing your desires. Your hands naturally find their way to the nymph's shapely breasts. They are soft and cool in your palms, just enough to squeeze and feel her stiff nipples against your grasp. After a moment you feel a wetness in your grasp and a milky gold liquid is gently dribbling from her nipples.

  "Oh, my sap-milk," she moans. "Please, suck it."

  You cannot resist the sweet smell and the delicate curve of her breast. You lower your mouth to her nipple, finding it with your tongue and pressing your lips to her areola as you begin to suck. The nymph cradles you against her bosom as her thick, delicious plant milk spurts across your tongue. It is like a sugared cow's milk, or a creamy honey, you cannot decide. The more you drink of it, the more your body warms and fills with your forbidden desires.

  "Yesss," you gasp, popping your lips from one nipple and kissing your way to the other. "Yes, I want you."

  The nymph pulls away and regards you with her subservient eyes.

  "How would you like me?"

  You answer her with your kiss, traveling down her slender belly as she falls back into the loamy soil and parts her smooth thighs. It is the coolness of her body that seems the strangest, but the taste of her milk is still on your tongue and it motivates you like nothing else. You pull her thighs over your shoulders and bury your face in the delicate, leafy patch of her sex. The flower of her cunt is not so different from your own and has a lovely scent that you inhale deeply.

  "Ohhhh gods," you sigh, lapping at her fleshy slit. "Ohhhh, you are so beautiful everywhere my eye wanders."

  She arches her back and grinds her honeyed flower against your tongue. You use fingers to open her wider and thrust your tongue deep into her hole. Your lip strokes her clit as your tongue delves into that luscious, clutching channel.

  As the nymph's sweet juices drip down your chin, they also spill down the crack of her firm bottom and wet the pale green knot of her anus. You screw a fingertip into that clenching hole and the nymph lets out a pent wail of pleasure. She sits upright, bucking against your face as you tongue-fuck her twitching flower and pump a finger in and out of her botanical bung.

  "Yesss! I'm cumming!" she cries.

  The nymph's supple ass squeezes against your thrusting finger and her pussy clutches at your tongue. Her silky cum pours into your mouth and further wets your lips and chin. Your lust is voracious. You lap at her until she is squirming in the aftermath of her orgasm. Then you lift your head from between her thighs and plants a cum-smeared kiss on her lips. Her tongue is so delicate, like a thick rose petal that curls against your own tongue.

  Your kiss smothers the nymph as you climb her body, finally unable to hold the lip lock as you straddle her chest. You climb higher, covering her beautiful face with your aching haunches. You yank away the soaking loincloth and settle your blond-furred cunt atop her face.

  "You wanted to eat me," you moan. "Have a taste."

  She reaches up with both hands, grabbing your shapely ass and pulling you down even more heavily onto her face. That soft tongue you kissed snakes into your aching groove and taste the hot, slippery essence of your sex. She sucks loudly, drawing on your clit and sending jolts of pleasure arcing through your body. You arch your back and squeal with delight, your breasts heaving as you ride atop the nymph's face.

 
"Mmmmmmphhhmmm." The nymph's moan vibrates against your cunt. Her tongue momentarily withdraws so she can say, "You are succulent and warm."

  "Ohhhh yes," you cry, bouncing against her face again and completely smothering her beauty. "Then devour me, my lovely nymph."

  Her fingers sink into the soft flesh of your ass. You work your hips against the velvet pressure of her tongue, stroking your clit and the length of your sex against her. Her intermittent sucking draws at your clit, driving you faster and faster towards the edge of pleasure. You let her nimble tongue summon your crescendo, throwing your head back and lashing your long hair between your shoulders. Your breasts quiver as tremors of pleasure work through your body. It is as if she is sucking and licking the tangible being of your orgasm, drawing it out and elongating it deftly within your clenching tunnel.

  When you finally dismount from her face, your hatred of the nymph is forgotten. You embrace her and kiss her again, this time sharing the sweet taste of your own cum. She pulls you against her and before you can go you slot your quim against hers and grind this tender flesh together. You orgasm in unison and you admire her twisted beauty as your velvet groove flutters once more.

  "You know," she murmurs as you embrace once more. "Your magic wore off some time ago. I don't suppose I can convince you to climb back into one of my pitchers. It will be ever so nice, I promise."

  You stroke the silky leaves of her hair and smile at her.

  "No, I think that appetite will have to go unsatisfied, my lovely fiend," you laugh and kiss her long neck. "I must continue on my way and escape from this maze. My sisters may be depending on me."

  "Sisters?" The delicate greenery of her eyebrows raise. "Do you suppose they might be wandering through the jungle soon?"

  "Please," you pinch her nipple and she gasps. "Please do not eat any other young ladies claiming they are a princess."

  Somehow, you do not believe the nymph's word that she won't. She is truly a monster, a fiend that devours humans, and yet you cannot bring yourself to kill her with your sword or conjure a spell to burn her pitchers. Perhaps she works a charm of her own to prevent that.

  She stands at the edge of her sinister grove of pitchers and watches you depart. You find your way through the moonlit jungle to a clearing. No, something more than a clearing, you have reached the edge of the jungle once more. The walls of the dungeon curve ahead of you, thick with green moss, and the overgrown stones conceal the faint outline of a rectangular door. It is rusty iron, like the door you entered, but you are certain this is not the same door.

  Checking behind you to make sure you have not been followed, you search with your fingers for a latch to open the door. You find a hidden recess and a small mechanism that turn. You hear a clank as the door is unlocked. You pull on the mechanism and, with effort, the thick iron door swings open into the courtyard.

  You step into the dark, rough-hewn tunnel. The door slams shut behind you and you realize there is no way to open it back up. Your eyes adjust slowly to the darkness and you can make out a faint, blue light in the distant tunnel.

  The musty stone gives way to tiles and an actual hallway. A brazier of blue flame burns in the center of an open chamber. You are on your guard, but there does not seem to be a monster here. In fact, it seems many people have made camp in the past beside the blue flame. The tiled walls are covered in graffiti in various languages, but it is too dim to really make it out.

  "Two doors," you say, realizing there are two iron doors set into the graffiti-covered walls on opposite sides of the chamber.

  You study the iron doors by the dim blue flame. There are symbols carved into the stone above them. One seems to be a winged lion. The other a snake with a human head. The symbols are crude, so it is hard to be certain what they mean.

  "Now which door do I take?" you wonder aloud.

  Which door do you enter?

  The door with the human-headed snake

  The door with the winged lion

  Encounter Nine - Parry! You cannot ignore her blade!

  Feint or not, you cannot ignore that huge sword that Mido is swinging at your head. You bring up your short sword and brace for an impact, knowing that it will take every ounce of your strength to overcome her swing. The blade flashes and then disappears from your view. The blow you expected to land against your raised sword never falls.

  Mido's eyes flash triumphantly as she pivots the blade and brings it around from the other side. It is a deceptively quick motion after her slow attack and it speaks to her skilled swordsmanship. You never feel the blade connect. Suddenly you are falling and spinning through the air. You see your bloody body falling away and then you land at your feet.

  Or at least your head lands at your feet.

  You stare in disbelief for a moment before darkness closes in.

  The lamia slithers over and picks up your severed head. She looks into your glassy blue eyes, now empty of life.

  "A pity," she hisses. "We could have had so much more fun. But at least you'll make a snack."

  She unhinges her jaws and begins her feast with your head. You will soon be devoured by the lamia. Your adventure is at an end.

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  Encounter Six - Take him out and escape

  You're not about to give this brute a kiss. He is the one who captured you and brought you to Madreg. It's his fault you're in this predicament. You blame this sick dungeon for your lust and resolve to finish off Reemek if given the chance. You keep an enticing look on your face. You even caress one of your breasts and tease the nipple with your fingertips.

  "I like," he says. "Give you shank now."

  He starts towards you and you draw your sword in a flash. His snarl of lust turns to anger. He reaches for the wicked blade he wears on his belt. You lunge at him, driving the sword for his chest. He brings up his guard and the blade pierces the leathers on his forearm and bicep, carving into the muscle beneath. Blood spatters your blade, but the blow is far from mortal.

  "Good try, bitch," snarls Reemek, his sword in his hand now. "Maybe I fuck you, maybe I cut your head off. Then I fuck you."

  "Try it," you snap back, your heart hammering in your ears and adrenaline in your blood.

  You are a naked girl, barely grown to womanhood, trained on a sword, but much smaller than the orc. Reemek is powerfully built, armored, and clearly a hardened veteran. He has also beaten you once before.

  But what Reemek does not have is magic. While his eyes are focused on your blade and your movements, your lips are forming the command words for a spell and your off hand, held at your side, begins to gather your magical power. Reemek drives you back with his powerful blows, forcing you into the wall with impacts that you can barely block and that almost jar the spell from your lips.

  "Now it's finished," he says. "Put sword down. I not kill you. Last chance."

  You toss the sword aside.

  "You're right," you say. "I can't beat you."

  The orc smiles triumphantly. You throw at your hand and speak the last command word. A dozen stones fire from your fingertips as if launched by a powder gun of the Kriegsrealm. Most of the stones miss the orc. Several strike his chest and belly, thumping loudly into his armor and leaving obvious bruises on his body. One stone strikes him directly in the forehead. His eyes roll back and he drops straight into a heap and flops backward.

  "You picked the wrong princess to try to rape," you say to him, collecting your sword.

  You search the orc's unconscious body. There is some healing paste and a few sticks of salted meat. You quickly chew that down and swallow it with some of the mineral-rich water in the skin on his hip. It's some relief at least.

  You look at Reemek and consider finishing him off with your blade. As much as you hate him and everything he has done to you, he is just a cog in Madreg's terrible machine, and there is no honor killing an unconscious foe. You climb out of the pit and skirt the sound of moaning coming from the darkness. You head for where you don't hear it,
reasoning that must be the door out of the huge, dark chamber. Your intuition proves correct. You open the heavy iron door and step cautiously through and into the night air.

  You are facing a lush jungle. For a moment, your heart soars with the thought that you might have reached the exit from this terrible dungeon. Alas, the curvature of the dungeon wall behind you suggests a vast, round courtyard and the height of those walls precludes any escape. You will have to venture into the jungle and try to find an exit.

  You set off, feeling more confident in yourself than you have since setting foot in the dungeon.

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  Encounter Eleven - Suck him

  You reluctantly sink to your knees before the dark flesh of the mindsucker. Xinophus' eyes rotate and watch you as you look up at him. His tentacles wriggle with anticipation.

  You grasp his twin cocks, one in each hand, and gently begin to stroke him. They are extremely warm to the touch, even warmer than his hands, and liquid drips from them almost immediately. You lean your head down, inhaling his strangely sweet smell and slowly extending your tongue. You lick the head of the mindsucker's uppermost cock. The flared tip bends gently against your tongue and Xinophus lets out a long click of pleasure.

  "Is that good, master?" you ask, flicking your tongue around and over his cockhead. The sweet juice leaking out grows your lust.

  "Yes, you are very good, pretty girl. Prove to me that you deserve the blessing of my seed."

  Your mind is repelled, but your body is warm at the thought of this strange creature's cum. You give his upper cock another flick of your tongue and then move to his lower, smaller cock. You run your tongue over the ribbed length of his manhood, and trace from the curved underside up to the more human-like blunted tip.