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

by Amanda Clover

  The fear begins to fade, even the anger, to be replaced by a surprising excitement. You can feel the power of this new body and something has changed in your mind. You no longer feel constrained by the rules of your upbringing. Why should you be? You are a lamia!

  "Isn't it wonderful?" asks Mido, seeing your growing excitement.

  "Yes," you hiss and a serpent's tongue flicks your lips. "Yes, it is wonderful. So much power!"

  She takes your hands and pulls you against her.

  "And together, we will be unstoppable!"

  Mido surprises you with her lips and her cool, soft kiss opens and you cannot help but yield to her powerful embrace. Your tongues intertwine and you taste her in ways you never thought possible. Her hands caress your breasts as her tail begins to wind around you.

  "Ohhhh," you gasp into her kiss. "Mido...what are you doing?"

  "Sisters should get to know each other," she laughs and teases her fangs against your throat. "Now that we are equal."

  Her kiss travels from your slender neck to your breasts. Her tongue lashes against your nipples as her hand presses your pert mounds against her face. She sucks at one nipple and then the other. Your sex is gone, but her fingers find something else just below the point where scales join your human-like flesh. There is an opening there and two of her fingers lip inside you. Her thumb presses atop it and a hard button like your clit begins to rise. This continues to extend, far beyond your clitoris, until a pale pink member is being grasped gently by the lamia's hand.

  "Gods," you moan, looking down at the strange appendage. "What is it?"

  "We are hermaphrodites, my dear," she hisses and licks your flat belly as her mouth descends. "We can fertilize each other's eggs, but we'll require a pretty little human to hatch them in her belly."

  "So that's a...you mean....I've grown...?"

  She giggles at your shock and gives your strange appendage a squeeze.

  "A cock? If you'd like to think of it that way. I prefer to think of it as something special. Here, tell me how this feels..."

  Her lips open and her mouth surrounds the throbbing bundle of nerves. It's as if she has stretched out your clit and multiplied its sensitivity by a factor of ten. The gentle suction of her mouth is exquisite. Her devilish tongue is stroking your length as her wet mouth slurps at you.

  "Gods...is this what...it feels like to be...ohhh...a man?"

  Your serpentine tail coils and flexes on its own and you thrust your hips, pushing your she-cock over the lamia's stroking tongue. The pleasure quickly grows to a maddening tension. Your whole body seems focused into that single organ. Mido looks up at you, a smile on her sucking lips and mischief in her eyes.

  "Aaahhhh!" you cry out and seize her silky green hair in your hands. You thrust your she-cock between her lips and you feel a mighty tremor of pleasure. Your eyes go wide as you feel something squirting out of you. Each throb of ecstasy pumps out another stream of liquid. Mido moans around your spurting snake-cock and she greedily gulps your seed.

  She sucks you until the pleasure becomes something like pain and you roughly push her away from your straining appendage.

  "It's too sensitive," you cry.

  "Well then," she says, lifting her head from your pink protrusion as it begins to shrink back into your scaly abdomen. "I suppose it's my turn."

  "Your turn for what?" you ask, wondering if the lamia is going to make you put her appendage in your mouth.

  You do not have to wait long. Mido wraps her long tail around yours, winding you tightly until you are trapped, face to face, and you feel the cool hardness of her she-cock pressing at your abdomen. You both look down between you as her hand guides the glistening pink organ to your entrance. It slips inside and you gasp at the sensation of being filled by her.

  "Ohh...are you going to...?"

  "Fertilize your egg," she says. "And we'll find it a nice warm home in the next poor girl to wander through my - our - door. Now stop asking questions and kiss me."

  Your lips meet and your tongues mimic the sinuous embrace of your bodies. You moan together and she begins to slither against you. The rhythmic writhing of her serpentine half thrusts her she-cock in and out of your slit. It is a wonderful, probing sensation, though not quite so pleasant as when she took your appendage into her mouth and sucked your seed.

  The slithering, thrusting movement of your bodies makes it a game to keep your lips pressed together. Your breasts slide against each other and your sensitive nipples rub against hers. She holds your shoulders with her hands and your hands find their way to the roundness of Mido's scaly rump. Her muscles work beneath your fingertip as she thrusts in and out of your slit, faster and faster, her pleasure and yours growing towards a strange crescendo.

  "Now," she hisses in your ear. "Sister, you are mine."

  Her orgasm floods your transformed womb, her seed finding the waiting sphere of your egg. The moment her burrowing sperm wriggle through that soft wall, your mind blanks and you feel nothing but love for your inhuman sister.

  "Yessssss!" you hiss. "Mate me! Fertilize my egg, sister!"

  Her giggling laughter and cool tongue flick against your ear as your tensing body milks her for every drop. Your egg has been fertilized and the magic of the dungeon has forever sealed your love to the lamia.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Nine - Accept Mido's offer to carry her egg

  You drink a bit more of the tea and stuff one of those delicious tarts into your mouth, chewing as you consider the lamia's strange offer. You want to continue your journey and rescue your sisters, but you are afraid the task is impossible. Maybe Madreg lied and there isn't even an ending to this dungeon.

  As a princess you had become used to a certain level of luxury and Mido is promising something like that life you thought gone forever. Her quarters are beautiful and stuffed with gold and crimson silk and glowing lanterns. She has prepared a sumptuous feast of sweets for you.

  And she is beautiful. Terrifying, to be sure, but gorgeous. Like a statue of a goddess. If she would be your companion then perhaps you could tolerate this life pampered in her private dungeon.

  "I will do it," you say and you force a smile onto your face. "I will carry your egg."

  Delight appears on Mido's face and she softly promises, "You will not regret your decision."

  She watches patiently as you stuff yourself full of her pastries. She has made them all herself and seems to enjoy watching you eat. She simply drinks her tea and her snakelike tongue occasionally flicks out from between her lips.

  "How long have you been here?" you ask.

  "Many days," is her simple answer.

  "Have others refused your offer?"

  "Several," she says.

  She does not seem to want to answer many of your questions in detail and instead deflects by asking about you. Given the chance, you unleash your full life history on the lamia, including your grandfather, your parents, your sisters and the war with Madreg and his orcs. She listens patiently to all of it and even occasionally asks for greater detail. Finally, she asks a question that catches you by surprise.

  "Are you unclaimed?" she asks.

  "Do you mean, am I engaged?"

  She clarifies by asking, "Are you a virgin, my princess?"

  You almost choke on your tea. It had all been so polite up until that moment, but now you see a lecherous excitement in those bright eyes. Your face is hot with embarrassment and you can feel your nipples stiffen. You lower your teacup form your lips and force yourself to meet the lamia's gaze.

  "Yes," you admit. "Even through this dungeon, I have preserved my chastity."

  "What a treasure you are," she hisses. "Come, you must need to clean yourself after such an arduous journey. I'll heat a bath for you."

  She leaves you to enjoy the pastries and tea while she begins singing in a foreign language and boiling kettles of water. She returns to you after some time, her kimono replaced with a robe of soft, pink cloth that hangs from her per
t breasts and reveals the stiffness of her nipples. She helps you out of your chair and you find that you have managed to stop just short of stuffing yourself like a pig.

  The wooden ofuro tub is huge, being constructed for Mido's size and not your own. The water is steaming hot and you shed your loincloth and slip into the milky surface of the soapy water with a groan of pleasure. All of the grime and shame of your trek through the dungeon begins to soak away from your body. Your soft, glistening breasts break the surface and you let out a deep groan of satisfaction.

  You are used to attendants to your bathing and Mido is very thorough, ladling the soapy water over your shoulders and using a large brown sponge to squeeze the flower-scented soap into your slender neck and your arms.

  "Would you like the full soap treatment?" asks Mido.

  You think about asking what that entails and decide that this serpent woman has not disappointed so far, you might as well indulge this "treatment."

  "Of course," you murmur.

  Mido sheds her robe, revealing the pale golden color of her naked body. Her breasts are proportionally smaller than your own, but because her human half is almost twice as large her breasts are actually bigger. She begins to slowly and sensually soap her breasts and abdomen, spilling the milky water down her slender body and over her scales as she works up a lather. She slips into the water with you, tail first so as not to disturb the surface.

  She pulls you against her like an oversized doll and her soft, soapy breasts rub over your face, your chest and your abdomen. Her hands cradle your buttocks, her fingers working their way into your crack and gently massaging against your tender anus. Her thumbs, long enough to enclose your hips, begin to graze against your clit. You are completely overpowered by her size and strength and yet you feel no fear, only the slippery, soapy caress of her soft curves as she rubs you against them.

  Your pleasure and arousal grows and you begin to moan as her adventurous fingers tease against your most tender spots. She giggles softly and when your face is even with hers she kisses you. It is a soft, fleeting kiss before you are once against pulled over her breasts and mashed into her soapy body.

  "More," you moan. "I want more."

  Mido laughs and slithers out of the tub with you in her arms. She swaddles you in a towel and carries you from the bath to her boudoir. She pushes aside the crimson and golden silks hanging from the bed's canopy as she settles you among the cushions. Her fingers unwrap you and she looks down at you with her intense gaze.

  "You are very beautiful," she murmurs. "A golden-haired treasure. And a virgin. I think you should be prepared for what is to come. Giving you my egg is not an easy thing, but I can help you with that."

  She caresses your face and before you can ask her what she means her lips are on your once more. This time her kiss is more insistent and her serpent's tongue forces its way into your mouth. You yield to her strength and desire, spreading your thighs to her hand and pushing your tongue against Mido's.

  Her fingers caress your freshly-washed slit, opening your delicate flower and massaging your straining bud. You coo against her lips and pull your legs up to grant her better access. Your juices spill out and you begin to thrust against her fingers.

  "Oh, Mido," you cry. "It feels so wonderful."

  "This will hurt," she warns and before you can ask what she means, her inhumanly long fingers push inside you.

  Your maidenhead parts before her thrusting fingers and you gasp as the hot shield of your chastity is spoiled. Your fingers twist in the sheets and you whine, hoping the pain will pass. She watches your pain and lowers her mouth to your breasts.

  Her tongue winds around a nipple, tightly enough to distract you with a secondary pain. Her lips press against your soft titflesh and she sucks so much of your soft flesh into her mouth that you feel her sharp fangs pressing against you.

  "Aaaahhh," you cry, no longer able to separate the pain and pleasure.

  Her fingers begin to move inside you. Her devilish tongue strokes your nipple in the hot suction of her mouth. Almost effortlessly, she forces the first orgasm to rack your body. And then, kissing your lips, another. The third she brings with her tongue, burying it in your hot channel as her fingers work steadily at your clit. A fourth comes as she turns you onto your hands and knees and presses three long fingers into your clenching cunt while her tongue explores your anus.

  The fifth and final orgasm is so intense that you weep, thrusting your downy quim against her mouth and begging for her to "suck my cum!" She laughs at your lewd turn of phrase and slurps at your dripping peach until you collapse with aftershocks of pleasure face down onto the bed.

  "Th-thank you," you gasp. "I have never felt such pleasure before."

  "Now, my sweet princess, comes the difficult part."

  She slithers onto the bed, turning you onto your back and using her serpentine body to pin your thighs open. You gasp as hands push you firmly down onto the bed. Her smooth scales rub tightly against your well-fingered cunt. She bites her lip, seeming to seek some sort of alignment between your bodies and then pressing painfully against your quim. The pressure opens you wide and you feel something, cool and leather, but not yielding, pressing into your body.

  "Wait," you cry. "Wait. It's too big...I..."

  "It will fit," she says and lets out a soft grunt as her inner muscles begin to push the huge egg into your body. Even after all she has done to prepare you, the insertion of the egg is a laborious agony of pushing, allowing your tender young body to adjust to its size, and then pushing again. It stretches you as wide as a newborn, forcing deeper and deeper until the real agony begins.

  "AAAAahhhh!" you scream as Mido begins to force the egg into your womb.

  "Let darkness take you," she hisses. "You do not need to feel this. Let yourself slip away."

  You heed her words, allowing the pain to recede into a sleepless darkness. You are unconscious and dreaming that you are aboard a ship in rough seas. The storm tosses you here and there and you see, by the flashes of lightning, that the dark waves are filled with sea serpents. One of them, with a grotesque parody of Mido's face, finally overturns your ship and swallows you up.

  When you finally awaken, you are not certain how much time has passed, but your belly is distended with the egg. It is a strange pressure inside you, completely filling and stretching your womb. An aftershock of pain surprises you and you let out a cry of pain.

  Mido is by your side in a moment, hissing in your ear and placing a cool cloth on your forehead.

  "You've done very well," she says. "When you have recovered, I will fertilize the egg."

  Of course, that is the reason why you are not rapturously in love with Mido. The magic of Madreg's dungeon will not work on your mind unless you are impregnated, and inserting the egg into your womb was only half of the struggle.

  "Will it...hurt like this?" you wonder.

  "Oh, no, sweet princess. It will feel wonderful."

  You spend several days of recovering. The most painful day is actually the one after the implantation. Your stretched channel is screaming sore and your womb feels as if someone has kicked it with a steel-shod boot. You sweat and groan from the constant aching. Mido tends to you like a sick child, bringing you more tea and soothing balms which she spreads onto your belly and your pained sex.

  By the third day you are able to get up from the bed and Mido bathes you tenderly. By the fourth, she spends the evening massaging you and teasing you with her fingers and tongue. You cannot resist her touch and you arch your back and beg for her kiss upon your tender folds.

  "Tonight," she says. "My tongue will soothe your sex. Tomorrow you will feel my seed."

  You can only nod your head in a haze of pleasure as Mido's agile tongue propels you to new heights of ecstasy. You grip her silken green hair and watch the hypnotic motion of her serpentine body as her licks lash your clit and delve into your clutching tunnel. You are not certain of night and day in this windowless gilded prison, but you
know that long hours are spent with your thighs clenching in climax against the lamia's pretty face.

  Exhausted, you sleep in her coils as she strokes your head. You are awakened by the smell of incense and the warmth of dozens of candles bathing your naked body in golden light. Mido looms over you, over the bed, gently swaying from side to side on the scaled pedestal of her lower body. Her green nipples stand out from her pert breasts and her eyes are ravishing your body.

  Her hand is holding something, just below her human-fleshed abdomen, emerging from above the slit that released her egg. Your eyes widen as you understand the shape of it and the scrawl of dark veins up the glistening, pale pink of its length.

  "You have a...a..."

  "If you would like to think of it as a cock, that would suffice," she hisses and slithers onto the bed. "Now, my beloved princess, spread your thighs and those pretty petals."

  By now, you have no desire to resist the lamia. You actually smile at her as you lift your knees and spread your thighs wide. You smooth your fingers over your golden down and part the delicate velvet of your lower lips. You stroke the bud of your clit as you watch her bringing that strange and wonderful appendage closer.

  Mido looks into your eyes as her she-cock enters you, cool and yielding and yet rigid enough to plunge, inch-by-inch, to the cusp of your womb. For the first time since you have known the lamia, she seems at a loss for words, the expression on her pretty face melting into one of stunned pleasure.

  "So warm," she finally manages and she begins to slowly move, thrusting into you and sliding almost back out again. "It is a furnace. A cauldron. Your heat is incredible."

  "Oh, Mido," you gasp. "Claim me. Claim my body."

  "Yesssssssss," she hisses. "Your warm, human body will be mine. It will belong to our child."

  Her tail coils all around you and she wraps you up. Her arms cradle your back and she lifts you so that you are being moved atop her cock. You breasts heave and jiggle with each thrust and her muscular body lends a serpentine rhythm to her thrusts.