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

by Amanda Clover

  You cry out as loudly, wordlessly, as a storm of pleasure explodes within you. The muscles of your spasming cunt clamp around Reemek's steel. You fall atop him, kissing him, loving the pleasure that rocks through.

  "Yessss," you cry. "Yessss, your cock is driving me crazy."

  "Cum soon," grunts the orc, between kisses. "I cum hard. Very close."

  Though you are in the throes of your pleasure, you retain a bit of sense. If you allow this beast to spray his seed inside you then you will be lost. Look down at his muscular gray flesh and his savage face, you barely even care. Even if it comes with a heavy price.

  What do you do?

  Pull his cock out

  Beg for it inside you

  Encounter Nine - Plead for your life

  You don't want to die and you definitely don't want to be eaten. With your arms pinned in the lamia's powerful coils, you cannot cast a spell nor can you draw your sword. Your options are limited to what she allows you to say before tightening her coils and crushing out your breath. You know you had better make it good. You had better really grovel.

  "M-majestic lamia," you begin, struggling to get out the words from inside her constricting coils. "I hope only that your mercy matches your beauty."

  She hisses with pleasure.

  "I like this one," she says. "Continue."

  You force yourself to look into her glittering eyes and you continue your groveling.

  "Please, in your heart f-find the room to sp-" Her coils tighten, choking off your words, and then relax. You sputter for air. "Spare my life, Mido. Please. I am trapped here by Madreg too. I have to find my sisters."

  Mido caresses your face, cradling it almost like a lover's in her giant hands. The tears that spill from your eyes are real tears of fear and hopelessness. She rubs her thumb through the trickle and tastes your salty tear.

  "Delicious!" she hisses. "The tears of a doomed princess."

  Your eyes widen in terror, you try to find words but her coils tighten again, squeezing so tight that you can only take tiny, shallow breaths.

  "Oh, but I would never spare a pathetic creature like you," laughs Mido. "No, your veal-sweet meat has clearly been seasoned by your fear. You are going to be delicious."

  She flicks her tongue over your face. Her coils tighten and you feel the painful swelling of blood in your head. You can no longer inhale. Your ribs creak as the lamia looks down at you.

  "Shhhhhhh," she hisses. "It's over now."

  Darkness, mercifully, swallows you up. The lamia does not actually kill you with her coils. She unhinges her jaw and swallows you alive, slurping you into her gullet. You wake briefly inside a hot, dark place that presses wetly against your skin. Thankfully, you slip again into darkness, this time never to awaken again in the belly of the lamia.

  By then, Mido has retreated to her bed, where she curl for a long sleep to digest her meal. It may take days.

  You have been swallowed by the lamia and your adventure is at an end.

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  Encounter Thirteen - "Don't stop!"

  A mischievous smile curls your lips as you look back at Ashara. You rise on your knees just enough so that you can reach a hand back and grab her by one of her horns.

  "Don't you dare stop," you say and pull her face against your ass.

  The succubus smacks your bottom with both hands and laughs as she hungrily buries her face in the softness of your cheeks. Her tongue lashes your tender asshole and you let out a sharp gasp and press your ass back against her face. The naughtiness of what she is doing only enhances your pleasure. Her hot tongue swirls around your wrinkle, making it nice and warm and wet, before she presses the tip of her tongue against your asshole.

  That demonic serpent begins to wriggle past your squeezing ring and into the hot tunnel of your ass. So deep you are shocked by the squirming wetness of it, licking inside you and tasting your raunchy hole. As she tongue-fucks your ass, Ashara's fingers reach around your hip and find your clit. She begins to stimulate your straining bud as the lewd serpent of her tongue works in and out of your precious pucker.

  "Ohhh gods," you cry, throwing back your head. "Ohhhhhh, Ashara, your tongue in my ass... is going to make me..."

  You can't even get the word out. Mutual waves of ecstasy and powerful contractions ripple out from your tongue-plunged asshole and your finger-fiddled clit. You roll your hips and fuck yourself, your clenching ass, onto Ashara's incredible tongue. Your radiant pleasure unites the two sensations into a single explosion that causes you to shudder with such force that you lose your balance and fall face-down onto the bed, your face buried in the soft cushions and your ass raised and completely at the mercy of the succubus.

  "Mmmmmphmmmph!" you cry into the cushions as the orgasm seems to go on for an eternity.

  The pleasure recedes only when the demoness slithers her tongue out of your twitching hole. She gives your crack a few last licks and you think her anal tricks have reached their end. That's when you feel the soft spade of her tail pressing at your spit-lubed pucker. It pushes into your ass and begins to fill you, thicker and more powerful than the demoness's tongue.

  "What... mphhhh... what... ohhhhhhhh..."

  "Enjoy it, my princess," purrs Ashara. "Enjoy this..."

  Her tongue begins a new assault, lapping at the dew of your folds and battering against your throbbing clit. The twin sensations are soon driving you mad with pleasure. You rock your hips back, fucking yourself onto the demoness's fleshy tail as she deftly licks your juicy slit.

  "Ohhhhh," gasps Ashara. "My tail... really likes you..."

  Her tail is working itself in and out of your ass, stroking against your tender passage and lubricating itself with a warming ooze that spills from the tip of her tail. Ashara's expert tongue brings you to the brink, but it is her devious tail that drives you over the edge this time. It seems to inflate inside you, growing to a man's thickness and curving deep into your bowels. You feel dominated by her plunging tail and you like that. You like surrendering to it and its predatory thrusts.

  It begins to cum inside you and you bite the pillow against your face to stifle the cry as your ass is flood with hot gushes of demonic seed. Or something. You're not entirely certain what is launching into your bowel, but your orgasm eliminates any worries. You push back against her intruding tail and grind your slippery folds against Ashara's tongue.

  "Squeeze it," cries the demoness. "Squeeze my tail with your ass."

  The orgasm does that for you, sending rippling contractions through your body that milk the spurting thickness of her tail. Your ass is fully seeded by the time she withdraws the twitching length of it from your tender pucker.

  You collapse together on the bed. She strokes your bottom and you kiss her breasts and up to her shoulder. You nuzzle against her slender neck.

  "I would stay here forever if you asked me," you admit.

  "I would ask you if I were free," she replies, pulling your lips to hers. "But you are the one chance we both have to escape this place. Then, perhaps, we can be together."

  "The ring?" you ask, remembering her bargain.

  "Yes," she pets your head. "Rest now. Then I will make the ring that will ensure no one and nothing can hurt you again. I will protect you, my sweet princess."

  You lie with Ashara for a long time, your head on her soft breast, breathing her scent and listening to the strange beating of her demonic heart. At last, she helps you to sit up and declares that the time has come for you to leave. She slides off the bed, through the crimson canopy, and beckons for you to join her.

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  Epilogue - The Queen and Her Orcs

  The castle towers have nearly been rebuilt. You found one of father's engineers hiding in a cellar and employed him to repair what he could and rebuild what he could not.

  The mountain and fen orcs have set up a camp across the river from the village of Tarol and were happy to work in the quarry to procure stone. With so many dead from the wa
r, you have been able to give the tribes of Wokan and Reemek large tracts of farmland and abandoned houses. Not all of the human survivors are glad to have the orcs sharing the land, but they learn to tolerate them when fighting breaks out in surrounding cities and nations, yet Tarol remains peaceful. Many of the orcs even join your guard.

  The humans of your kingdom know you have taken Reemek as your lover and that you are pregnant with his children. You make no effort to hide either fact. Bearing Reemek's seed was a very careful decision. It will seal the humans and orcs and encourage more intermingling of the two races. Your sister Heidi, so sweet and innocent, has taken up with one of the mountain orc lieutenants.

  Your coronation is a mere formality. Your authority has been absolute and none of your sisters challenge your right to rule. Suitors come from surrounding countries, but they are impoverished and the men are horrified to see you sitting beside an orc at your banquets.

  True to their words, Reemek and Wokan delved into the dungeon and traveled to the breeding pits, freeing hundreds of humans. Later, Reemek led an expedition that freed hundreds more men being pressed into work gangs by other orc tribes. The resulting refugees and orc tribes have transformed Tarol into one of the most populous and powerful nations in the north.

  Secretly, you form a small group of loyal humans and orcs and you carry out missions to rid the lands of the last remnants of Madreg's army. It is dangerous work, but you find it more rewarding than anything you do in your court, and the sex with Reemek after a battle is incredible.

  Your adventures continue, but this story is at an end!

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  Epilogue - Advisers to the Demon Queen

  As much as you want to watch, you cannot allow your former tutor to have his soul devoured by Ashara. You hiss with disappointment and pull your fingers away from your aching clit. The gorgeous succubus continues to ride atop Oriodamus's lap. The plump perfection of her bottom slaps against his hips and her delicate lavender cunt swallows his cock with each stroke. His fingers seem to dig deeper into her bottom and you watch as his root throbs and he pumps his cum into Ashara's quim.

  "That's it," laughs the succubus, siphoning lavender smoke from your former tutor's lips. "Give me your cum. Don't stop."

  If you don't do something, Ashara will drain his cock and his life. You have to act!

  "Ashara!" you shout, running towards her. "Don't do this! He can be useful to you!"

  "He's an old fool," laughs Ashara. She throws her head back and continues to milk his spurting cock. Her pussy his slurping onto him and his foaming cum is dripping down his withered bollocks. His eyes are already rolled back into his head and his cheeks look particularly sunken. You can't strike her or attempt to hurt her; you love Ashara.

  "I made you!" Your cry of desperation echoes sharply through the cathedral. "We're flesh and blood now, Ashara. Please! Spare him!"

  The succubus rides up and down on his cock a few more times, but her bouncing body slows. With an annoyed snap of her wings and a sigh, Ashara dismounts from Oriodamus's cock with a slurp and a trickle of cum down her thighs. The old man's wet cock bounces and twitches and fires a few more weak streams of his spunk into the air before settling against his heaving belly.

  "Very well, princess," says Ashara. "Do not say I am without mercy. He is yours. Make him useful to me if you wish to keep him alive."

  You nod gratefully and hurry over to your former tutor's side. Ashara turns her attention to other matters.

  "It will be alright," you whisper to Oriodamus, stroking his sweat-matted hair. "Everything will be alright. You'll see."

  In the coming hours and days, you nurse Oriodamus back to health. Ashara frees your sisters from the custody of orcs and allows you to see them before sending them away "for an education." The succubus bends Madreg's generals to her will and prevents the sort of chaos that might have followed the mad wizard's death. Ashara uses her incredible new powers to raise a fortress from the earth built of her own will. It mirrors her beauty and deadliness, with traps at every turn, perfumed moats filled with nymphs, gleaming towers and ramparts patrolled by bird-headed men made from the souls she has consumed.

  "This will be your place," says Ashara, taking the time to show you a suite of several rooms featuring a courtyard, pool, and library. "You and your old man may recover here and join me in the throne room when you are finished."

  You thank her for her generosity. She smiles and lifts you into her arms, her tongue invading your mouth and tasting the depths of your soul. She ravishes you in the pool, on the bed, and in the library. During Oriodamus's recovery, she sometimes calls you to the throne room and pleasures you with her fingers as you stand beside her ornate throne. If you are fortunate, she will raise the ermine hem of her regal gown and allow you to kneel between her gorgeous thighs and pleasure her in return.

  "You are as skilled as a succubus," she moans, squirming her sweet lavender cunt against your tongue. You lap at the honey that flows from her folds and suck at the plump bead of her clit. The rare opportunities to serve your queen are rewarding beyond almost anything.

  Oriodamus recovers after several weeks and much studying and you and the bearded sage join Ashara in the throne room. She excuses her bird headed guards and insists that to trust the old man, he must submit to her.

  You know Oriodamus hates Ashara, but at your pleading, he does kneel before her and buries his tongue in her pretty flower. She gives him only a taste of that intoxicating nectar before peeling his robes back with magic and sliding onto his cock. He has been charmed by her completely. You join them in forging a bond of pleasure and servitude. You taste the old spell sage's cum on Ashara's quim and he tastes your breasts with a sloppy tongue and moans of abject lust.

  "You will serve as my advisers," she says, after you've exhausted yourselves. She reclines with you among the cushions and blows lavender smoke from a spiced hookah. "The northlands belong to me and tomorrow I turn to the south. I expect the kings and queens of these lands to join me. If they do not, you will devise strategies to see them punished with a minimum of suffering to their people."

  "Yes, my queen," you and Oriodamus both agree.

  Your time apart from Ashara is spent studying magic with Oriodamus. Your mutual adoration for the succubus colors your new relationship with your former tutor. It is not unusual for the sweet-smelling air of Ashara's castle to get the better of you in the midst of a lesson.

  "That's enough reading," Oriodamus will declare.

  You will nod, close the book, and raise the hem of dress or slip off your robe. His cock will rise with vigor and you will throw your bodies at one another like two young lovers. It is not uncommon for the old wizard to spend his seed inside you three or four times in an afternoon, though he often prefers to paint his cum across your breasts or even allow you to milk it onto his belly and then lick it up. He is just as eager to pleasure you, sometimes even thrusting his fingers into you or using his magic to pleasure you while you are still studying.

  "I thought of you as an uncle once," you admit to him, after a particularly vigorous bout of sex. You stroke the gray hair of his chest and trace a circle around one of his nipples. He looks at you with drooping eyes and gives you a kindly smile that you often see when he is pleased with your research.

  "You may still think of me as your uncle, Kirsten. These are new times. The taboos that shackled mankind are being shattered by Ashara. There is no law to prevent a father from loving his daughter or an uncle from loving his niece. All love is good. All pleasure is acceptable." He kisses you sweetly and you draw him closer. Despite all you have already done, his cock begins to stiffen against you.

  "A new age is upon us," you gasp, working his cock beneath your fingers. "Free of all... limitations."

  You roll him onto his back and climb atop him, guiding his hardness into your already-creamy pussy. You groan together as your bodies are joined and you communicate with Oriodamus in the most pure way possible. Witho
ut words. Only with pleasure.

  Ashara's campaign into the south begins with diplomacy and very nearly ends there in victory. Those rulers fool enough to visit her court are instantly won over her by charm and power. Emissaries are dazed by pleasures and leave as converts to her cause. Only a few kingdoms hold out and among those only the religious fanatics of Shaddobar represent any threat at all to Ashara's rule.

  The queen calls you into her court in a rare meeting with her generals. You recognize Reemek, the orc that captured you, along with a number of other orc and human commanders. There are less human leaders. There is a five-headed, black-fleshed demon called Yvlek, a pale necromancer, a serpent-bodied giantess, and a tentacle-mouthed mindsucker. These various commanders, many of them freed from Madreg's dungeon, work harmoniously despite their obvious differences.

  The demon queen listens patiently as her generals offer her various possible strategies for defeating Shaddobar's armies and sieging their fortifications. Some of these plans require brute force, others revolve around subterfuge, but none of them promise much chance of success without a long and bloody campaign. Ashara may be a goddess of depravity, but death and destruction are contrary to her goals.

  Ashara finally turns her attention to you and Oriodamus. You step forward onto the jeweled mural of her victory over Castigoroth - something only she and her demon warriors witnessed personally - and bow respectfully.

  "Please, no formalities, Kirsten." She gestures with a wave of the hand. "Tell me you have something less brutal than these warriors."

  "Before the peoples of Shaddobar believed in their one god, they believed in several of the old gods." You unfold a parchment with an illustration of a temple in Shaddobar. "One of the old gods they abandoned was Cylexus, the veiled mother."