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

by Amanda Clover

  Xinophus strokes your head as if he is accustomed to having women on their knees. You let your tongue swirl around the tip of his lower cock and wrap your hand around the upper cock. You stroke him as your mouth descends on that lower appendage, taking his hot flesh into your mouth to lick and suck him.

  You bob several times before lifting your mouth and moving to his other cock, switching your hand to his lower. The wide tip and greater length and thickness makes sucking his upper member a bit more difficult, but you are game for the challenge. The more you lick, suck and taste his precum, the more you enjoy the debasing act of pleasuring this monster.

  "Mmmmmm," you moan around him. Your spit soaks his upper cock and drips to his lower. The lewd sounds of your slurping mouth fill the quiet library. Xinophus' clicking grows louder and he takes hold of your head with both of his long-fingered hands. You sweat beneath the heat of his touch. His grip tightens and he moves you from his lower cock back up to his upper.

  "Suck it," he growls and clicks louder. He gags you on his cock, moving your head roughly until his cock pushes into your throat. You spasm around his hot cockflesh, tears of discomfort flowing from your eyes. He does not move or thrust into your mouth, but he roughly moves your head and fucks himself with the wet oval of your mouth.

  A loud clicking accompanies the frantic pulling of your head. His fat cock throbs between your lips. His lower cock thumps against your chin as if flexes in your hand. His seed pumps out in a shocking double geyser, flooding your throat, washing your belly, and spraying your breasts in seed so hot it steams in the cool chamber. You wince, swallowing his thick load, feeling it burn its way down to your belly as you gulp each sweet pump.

  The pain of the nearly-scalding cum is only temporary and the sticky sweetness of it, along with the pungent smell, intensifies your lust. You swallow every drop as the cum drips from your breasts and splatters your thighs.

  Xinophus finally releases his hold on your head. You gasp for air as you pop him from your mouth. The taste and smell of his strange cum is overpowering. It feels like you have been submerged in a lake of his seed.

  "A good start, my pretty," chuckles Xinophus. "You have demonstrated a willingness to serve. It will almost be a shame to give you the serum, but alas, I require it."

  He sits in a high-back chair and leans back as if he is tired, though you see no other signs of fatigue. You are sweaty and still struggling to catch your breath as you rise to your feet. You cross to him wordlessly and settle onto his lap, your bare bottom resting against the heat of his thighs and his twin hardness beneath your fingers.

  "I don't have to be your servant, you know," you murmur, stroking your fingers over his face. "I could be your lover, your consort, your... mate. Use the magic of the maze to your advantage."

  "Breed with you?" He cocks his head curiously to the side and his huge, yellow eyes blink. "Perhaps..."

  Not good enough. Your virgin quim craves his cock. You need him inside you and you will not accept another answer. You lift your hips and guide him to your entrance. The heat of his cock soaks through your slick, velvet lips. You open to him, letting out a groan as his flared cock stretches you wide. You impale yourself onto his hardness, his smaller cock slipping beneath you and riding against the cleavage of your buttocks.

  "My pretty thing," he clicks with pleasure. "You are so soft and lovely."

  The tentacles on his face reach out and caress your heaving breasts. They suddenly wrap tightly around your left breast and pull your titflesh to his hidden mouth. It opens, hard and lipless, and pinches at the tenderness of your nipple. He sucks quite hard, shockingly so and you cry and throw your head back as you bounce up and down on the mindsucker's lap.

  "I'm going to cum," you moan. "Oh, gods, I've never felt anything like this before. Spread... spread my ass."

  Xinophus releases your breasts and blinks as he looks up at you.

  "What is this?"

  "My ass, with your hands! I need your other cock inside me!"

  Understand, the mindsucker reaches back with both hands and spreads your bouncing cheeks. You twist and reach down, seizing hold of his smaller cock and guiding it to your clenched back passage. Fortunately, his cock is so stiff and yet slick with his juices, that on a downward bounce his cockhead catches your tender divot and sinks into your pink anus.

  "Ohhhhhhh, yesss!" you wail as your orgasm rushes over you. Spasms rocks your body and you bounce violently up and down on the mindsucker's twin cocks, briefly wondering if a male mindsucker could be the perfect organism to pleasure a human woman. The ridges, gods, the ridges! And that flared tip pressing against your throbbing inner spot!

  Xinophus lets out a long, loud tear of clicks and his grasp tightens on your bouncing buttocks. Your eyes go wide as suddenly a hot rush of his cum is pumping into your channel and your bowels. The moment his boiling cum strikes your womb, hot and uncomfortable as it is, you feel a sudden wave of love.

  "Oh, Xinophus," you cry. "My love. My sweet, sweet love! Fill me with your cum! Fill me with every burning drop!"

  You fall forward onto him, tilting his head up as he splays his tentacles and reveals his horrifying mouth. You are not frightened. Your lips press to his feeding beak and your tongue slips into that foul tunnel. Your inner muscles squeeze him again and again, wringing out the hot milk of his potent cum.

  You finally collapse together. You, breathless, and Xinophus, trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. His twin cocks finally retreat and slips out from your leaking holes. Your heart is filled with love. There can be no question that you bred and now devoted to one of the most evil species of creatures to ever stalk the land.

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  Special Encounter - Suck Them Both

  Wanking a couple of monster cocks, or at least one monster cock and one gnome cock, gives you a naughty thrill that settles between your legs. You enjoy watching Yalak and Olaf squirm as your hands gently abuse their straining cocks. But you want more. That brandy has awakened a proper whore in you and you're getting greedy.

  "Stand up, boys," you say.

  They obey immediately, rising from the bench to either side of you with your hands still wrapped around their cocks. You pull them closer by their dripping willies and get those musky members close to your face. You have to lean down a little as you press their tips almost together and run your tongue between them, tasting the slight difference between their precum.

  "Ohhhh, lass," groans Olaf. "That tongue... is sent by heaven..."

  "Sent by a pervert wizard," you correct, and give Yalak a swirling lick with your tongue. You pause in your licking to examine their glistening cocks. "Alright, boys. First one to cum gets my mouth. Second gets my tits. Fair enough?"

  "Shank spill seed in mouthhhh," squeals Yalak, hopping from foot to foot with glee.

  "I'll take whatever you're offering, my golden-haired lovely," says Olaf.

  You slurp Olaf's savory fuckmeat first, taking him to the hilt, until his modest cock is prodding the back of your throat. Your hand stays busy with Yalak's cock and you soon pop Olaf from your lips and suck the goblin to the base of his straining spunktool. You moan as you move back and forth between them, stroking one while you suck the other. Looking up into their eyes as your tongue cradles their cock and your lips slide wetly from bollocks to bulging tip.

  "Pretty Kirsten," squeals Yalak. "Spill seed!"

  "Mmmmmmhmmm," you moan around him, tightening your lips and bobbing quickly. He grunts and paints your tongue with his hot seed. You let his thick, salty load of goblin cum fill your mouth and show it to him before swallowing.

  "Your turn," you murmur and slurp Olaf's cock back into your mouth. It takes a little more work to set off the burly gnome. He lets out a deep groan of pleasure and rests one hand on your head. You suck him until you feel the first through and scattering of spunk on your tongue. You pull your lips free, wanking him and directing the hot lash of his cum ropes onto your ample chest. Gnome goo glazes your tits, war
m and thick, oozing between them and dangling in milky icicles from your nipples.

  "Gods of stone," laughs Olaf as you squeeze the last drops from his cock onto your tits. "You are quite a woman."

  "Thank you," you say, releasing his cock to smear his cum into your tits while both of them watch. You take your time, making your breasts glisten evenly with cock cream before you push between them and sit your pretty bottom on the bench. "Pass me the brandy. I need a mouth freshener."

  You slosh the bottle and take a long pull of the strong liquor. You pass the drink to Yalak.

  "So, are you boys ready for more?"

  You look at their limp pricks and wonder what you'll have to do to wake them up again. Maybe it's the brandy, maybe it's your bellyful of cum, but you are looking forward to the challenge.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Five - Magic

  The slime does not have bones and the only organ you see within it looks to be of a similar gelatinous consistency to the rest of it. Attacking with your sword seems as if it would be futile. That does not mean you are defenseless. Liquid may snuff out a flame, true, but a sufficiently hot fire will boil a liquid. Surely not even this primitive creature could survive such an attack.

  Your magic tutor, Oriodamus, taught you that fire can be shaped and it can be compressed. You begin to speak the words and conjure a flame into your hand as you watch the slime slowly spreading out around the bath chamber. The slime seems to sense the light and begins to curiously move closer, sending out glistening pseudopodia that reach for your feet. You ignore them and continue casting. The fire becomes brighter and brighter, it swirls and condenses.

  Creeping tendrils of slime touch your toes. They begin to slip up your feet.

  "Burn," you whisper and release the spinning sphere.

  It hurtles across the chamber into the central mass of the slime. The burning orb punches into the gelatinous body with hardly a ripple. For a moment, you think your spell has failed and then you see the fire spinning inside the slime's body. Faster and faster. The slime begins to recoil from you. It folds in on itself trying desperately to extinguish the fire burning within itself.

  The slime begin to vibrate. Bubbles form beneath its surface. When they reach the outer layer they burst in pops of steam. You hear a shrill whistle of escaping heat. Your spell explodes, scattering sizzling pieces of slime around the room. You yelp as some scorches your raises arms and your breasts, but you wipe them off before they can do any harm.

  The main organ of the slime is deflated. The gelatin scattered about the room is not moving except to slide down the walls and pool naturally on the floor.

  You take a deep breath, hoping there are not more of these slimes, and you enter the drainage pipe. It is large enough for you to walk at a crouch. You make your way deeper and reach an iron cistern. There is a hatch on one side of the cistern that might be a way out, but it seems unimportant when you see what else is in the room.

  "Jacinda!" you cry as you jump down into the cistern and rush to your sister's side.

  "Kir-Kirsten? Is that you?"

  She lifts her head and seems to try to focus on you, her eyes rolling as if she is in the depths of a terrible fever. Your beautiful sister is naked and covered in sweat and the residue of the slime. She is a few years older than you and her body was more voluptuous, but now it has exploded into the full ripeness of motherhood.

  Your sister's breasts have grown huge and rest atop the bloated roundness of her belly. Her distended nipples are each covered by a hand-sized slime that clings to her breast. The green slimelings are cloudy with her milk as they nurse from her bosom.

  "Gods, what has this thing done to you?" you ask, crouching down beside her.

  There is a lewd slurp and she moans, apparently in pleasure, as another slime begins to emerge from your sister's swollen mound. Its wriggling tendrils emerge first and it begins to climb out of her sex and slither up her belly towards her breasts.

  "They...they are my babies," she moans. "Don't take them from me."

  "Are they hurting you?"

  "Noooo," she moans. "Please. Leave me."

  In her condition, you see no way to take her with you. She should be safe, so long as these little beasties do not grow large enough to harm her.

  "The slime is dead," you say. "I will come back for you, sister."

  "Leave me," she repeats and drops her head back against the rusty wall of the cistern. She brings her hands up to cradle her gooey offspring against her swollen breasts.

  You climb out through the hatch and seal it lightly behind you. The space you are in is the tightest you have yet encountered.

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  Encounter Thirteen - Give Her Something Else

  You moan as Ashara teases your clit with her expert fingers. You squirm and gasp and want nothing more than to submit your body to the gorgeous demoness. Her body presses down on you. Her lips travel from your neck to your ear.

  "I know you want it," she purrs.

  "I do," you agree, "but your plans..."

  "Yes, a worthy sacrifice."

  "My sisters," you continue.

  "You will find other sisters. You will be a mother." Her fingers press at your folds. They slip delicately into your hot channel. "You will escape this place."

  "Can't leave them," you sigh. You shake the haze from your mind. You look into her violet eyes, emotion welling to meet your desire. "You can have me a different way."

  Ashara raises an eyebrow. A curious smile curls her perfect lips. You reach down and take hold of her hand. You open your legs and guide her slick fingers lower, pressing them against the hot clench of your ass.

  "I accept your alternative," growls Ashara and she dives her lips against your, smothering your cry of surprise with her tongue.

  She kneels between your thighs, playing her fingers around the rim of your anus as she kisses you. She brings those fingers up to her mouth and looks into your eyes as she runs her tongue over them and coats them liberally in her saliva. You moan and turn your hips, giving her better access to your pink pucker as she presses her fingers inside. They slip into you, opening you and widening your back passage to prepare the way for her huge cock.

  "So very tight," she says, arching over you to kiss you again. "I'll take this very slow."

  You nod your agreement, unable to find words to answer her as she fucks two fingers into your delicate hole. After a moment she adds a third. You feel at first as if you are going to burst. You whine against her kiss, drinking in the sweetness of her mouth and relaxing yourself around her fingers. She adds a fourth digit and you whine in discomfort. She leans back and drools a long strand of spit from her lips to splatter against your anus. The saliva further lubricates her fingers, opening you enough to take her fat cock.

  It seems dangerously enormous as she lines it up against your gaped divot. The blunt tip, glazed with her juices, presses against your slowly-closing hole.

  "This will hurt at first," she warns. "But that pain is what sweetens the pleasure to follow."

  She takes hold of your legs, pushing your knees up towards your breasts as she drives her cock into your ass. The pain is a hot dagger inside you. Tears spring to your eyes and you experience such pain that you cannot breathe for a moment. You suck in a gasp, blinking away your tears and seeing through them as she looks at you sympathetically.

  The succubus kneels above you, holding your legs up and skewering your ass on her cock. Her hot meat fills you, her breasts providing cushions for your legs as she leans her weight into you and drives deep into your ass. She is well lubricated. She is careful. The pain is intense, but it does begin to fade as she works her cock in and out of your tender pucker.

  "When you cum," she breathes, "I will give you my seed. However you would have it, my sweet princess. It is not a gift I often bestow."

  You can only nod your head and blink away more tears. Your breathing is returning to normal as Ashara begins to fuck you faster. Her precum slic
ks your asshole. Her huge cock swells inside you as she plunges in and out. The force of her thrusts makes your breasts sway and your feet bounce in the air above you. Her face is serene and beautiful. Her intoxicating scent relaxes you into a dreamlike state where the last of your discomfort recedes into a cotton around you and your pleasure begins to grow.

  "I feel it," murmurs Ashara. "Building inside you. Prodded by my cock thrusting into your tight ass."

  "Yes," you agree, feeling the truth in her words. The pleasure stirs, deep inside your sex. A heat and pressure that builds with every stroke of Ashara's cock into your ass until you are trembling with ecstasy. You close your eyes and feel the pressure building. You call out, "Ashara!"

  Your orgasm blossoms within you, unfolding in throbbing waves of force that ripple from your uterus to your curling toes. You forget to breathe as these shockwaves work through your flesh. Your ass squeezes against Ashara's thrusting cock as she times he strokes perfectly to draw out your pleasure. You cum a second time, the orgasm somehow overlapping with the first so that for an instant you are actually cumming twice.

  "My seed is ready for you," gasps Ashara, resuming a more forceful thrusting into your stretched ass. "I have so much for you, my sweet princess. How would you like it?"

  Still reeling from your double orgasms, you struggle to make sense of her question. You look at her bleary-eyed, your body shuddering with each slam of her huge cock into your ass. You see an edginess in Ashara's violet eyes that tells you that you must decide quickly.

  How do you want the succubus to cum?

  Inside your ass

  In your mouth

  Special Encounter - Put a stop to this right now

  You are not about to let this old fool have his way with you like some dead girl that fell onto this grim pile of skeletons. You grab the man's wrists and push his hands away. He looks at you with bug-eyed surprise and you shove him onto the pile as you get up and step away from him.