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

by Amanda Clover

  You climb down into the darkness.

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  Encounter six - Beg for it inside you

  You can't stop now. Damn the consequences, you have to feel it inside you. Your body is a velvet wave of heaving curves atop the straining muscularity of the orc. Your tits sway, your hips work faster and faster as you impale your hungry cunt on his cock.

  "Cum for me," you pant. "Cum...cum inside me!"

  A hot thrill of the taboo races through your body as you commit to your decision. It only heightens your pleasure. You look down into Reemek's yellow eyes and squeeze him desperately with your inner muscles.

  He holds your ass in the rough vice of his gripping hands. He groans and pounds his cock into you. His body arching and his fat pillar driving so deep and so powerfully it nearly throws you off him. Your ass slaps against his thighs. Your breath comes in desperate, overheated gasps.

  "Br...breed me," you gasp, barely holding onto him. "Breed me with your orc seed!"

  He squeezes your ass so tightly it feels as if he might split your cheeks apart. His hugely swollen cock pummels into your clutching cunny and he tenses in your depths. He throbs inside you and the hot gush of his seed floods your virginal womb. He growls savagely and pounds his spurting cock into your depths. Your fertile cove is awash in his cum and you feel the magic of the dungeon wash over you like a baptism of subservient lust.

  "Yes!" you cry. "Yes, my love. My mate! Fill me!"

  In a hot, spurting tide of his cum, your royal cunt is bred by the orc. It triggers another orgasm and you collapse atop him as he drives his length into your creamy channel. Each thrust sends some of his seed spilling out with a lewd sound. You squeeze him with your orgasmic contractions, your body wringing out every drop as if your womb thirsts for him.

  The orc seems to come to his senses. He lifts you off of him and rolls you onto your back, his cock leaving you with an obscene sound. His cum pours out onto your thigh and you reach down and massage the sticky spunk into your tender folds. You lick some from your fingertips and look at him with lust.

  "My love," you cry. "I can feel your pups inside me."

  At first, Reemek does not return the embrace. His scarred face twisting into a scowl.

  "Madreg will be angry," he says and then he turns to you and adds, "but it good."

  He kisses you and you share the overheated afterglow of your orgasms. There is no doubt in your mind that you have made the right choice. The magic of the dungeon has assured that you will be forever devoted to your new mate.

  You pull away from his kiss with a mischievous smile.

  "Let me clean you, my love," you say and you lean across him as he lies on his back. Your tongue mops the salty spunk from the ridges of his glans. Your mouth closes around him and you suck his sweet cum.

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  Encounter Thirteen - Tell Her You Want to Be Pleasured

  "I desire, um, I mean to say, um..." You struggle and finally blurt, "I want to be pleasured."

  "You want me to pleasure you?" chuckles Ashara. "Is that it?"

  "Well, I've read so many things about your kind and how you are master of pleasure."

  "Mmmmm, so is that in addition to all the warnings about how you cannot trust us and how we are dangerous?" She folds her legs beneath herself and rises to better confront you.

  "Y-yes?" you stammer. "I mean no offense, Ashara. I am new at this, at sex, and certainly with a girl."

  "A girl?" laughs Ashara.

  She moves swiftly, tackling you onto the cushions. Her hot body pins you down and she lies atop you, her sensual curves everything you knew them to be. She strokes you golden hair and peers into your eyes as she rests atop the pressed double cushioning of her breasts and your breasts.

  "I might have accepted 'a woman', but even that is not very accurate." Her words caress your face. Her lips slowly descend towards yours. "I am a demoness, one of the higher orders, preferring seduction and subterfuge to violence. And your books are correct, at least partly, in that I am very, very dangerous."

  She kisses you again and there is not a moment of resistance. You open your mouth to her and your tongue rises to meet her sweetness. When your mother spoke of love, when your maids spoke of desires, this is what they meant. Not some gross rutting in a barn or in your marriage bed. In the arms of a succubus. In her mouth, that secret, syrupy heat.

  "I will pleasure you, princess," purrs Ashara between kisses. "But I warn you that you may never again desire the touch of another man or woman. Is that a price you are willing to pay for ecstasy?"

  "Y-yes," you whisper, peering into the glittering purple of her eyes.

  "Mmmmmm, good girl," she laughs and kisses you to drive you back down onto the bed.

  Her rapturous lips devour you. She lingers at your mouth, teasing with her tongue, tasting you deeply as her hands begin to caress your body. Those hands that never stop moving. That never stop seeking and finding new places on your body to arouse. You moan with disappointment as she breaks her kiss. That disappointment is promptly forgotten as she drags her body lower and her hot, probing tongue begins to explore your breasts.

  "Ohhhhhh, Ashara," you moan, bringing your hands to her silken hair and stroking the curved ridges of her horns.

  The demoness squeezes and shapes your breasts, pressing them together as her long tongue runs over and between them. She teases coils of hot licks around your areolas, drawing each nipple into her mouth and sucking until you arch against her and cry out. Her teeth are wicked and she is eager to torment your sensitive buds, nibbling just hard enough to make you squirm against her.

  You find your first orgasm unexpectedly, grinding yourself against the silken warmth of her thigh as Ashara suckles at your straining nipples. She moves between them, sucking one while she tortures the other with her pinching fingers, pressing her thigh onto the downy gold of your quim.

  "Nnnnnnaaaah!" you gasp, throwing back your head as pleasure radiates through your body. The hot suction of her mouth and her flexing thigh prolong the pulses of orgasm. Your entire body shudder at the peak of your climax and relaxes back onto the bed as your ecstasy begins to recede. "Oh, gods, Ashara. I've never felt such things."

  "And we've only begun," chuckles the succubus as her kiss begins to move beneath your breasts. Her fingers reach your sex first and you open your thighs to her, inviting her to stroke your silky hair and press her fingers against the hot velvet of your cunt. She opens you as her kiss arrives at your mound. Her tongue explores the perimeter of your delicate petals. She blows her hot breath against your clit, teasing it with a brush of her lips before she begins to lick.

  You never imagined anything like Ashara licking your virgin quim. Her fingers are urgent, but respectful of your chastity. Her tongue is ravenous. She tastes and taps your honey. She sucks at the swollen bead of your clit.

  You let out a wordless cry of pleasure, grabbing tight to Ashara's horns and pushing your slick pussy against her tongue. You arch again, grinding against her tongue, fucking against it as she pushes you over the edge. Your ass lifts off the bed and she spares a hand to give you several stinging smacks without relenting on your clit.

  The orgasm stoked by her expert tongue is even more intense than the first. She sucks at your throbbing flesh and it feels as if she is sucking up a piece of you with your juices. That strange sensation only adds to your ecstasy as you cum against her face.

  One orgasm beneath her tongue blossoms into two and then three without pause or a chance to recover. You are still shaking from the release as she eases you back onto the bed. Your fingers slip free of her horns. Your head falls back onto the bed as you try to catch your breath.

  "Gods, Ashara, what have you done to me?"

  "Turn over," growls the succubus.

  "What?" You lift your head and see the lusty intensity in her violet eyes.

  Ashara replies by rolling you over as easily as if you were a doll. You flop onto your tummy and the succubus is on you,
grabbing you beneath your hips and lifting your ass up as your weight rests on your knees and your breasts. You push yourself up on your hands and look back at her.

  "A lovely big bottom, princess," she purrs, her hands gently stroking your buttocks. "Round as a lover's heart and milky white. I'm sure you can feel the pea beneath the mattresses. And what lies between... mmmm... a dainty, pink hole."

  "Stop staring at me like that!" you laugh, flushing with embarrassment as she spreads your ass and leans her face down to you. "I feel like a wild bird you've caught in your cage."

  "Oh, I am admiring you, princess," she says, still caressing your ass and holding you spread to the warmth of her breath. "I prefer to think it more like the perfect pudding, with berries and just the right garnish of sweet cream. Delicious..."

  You suck in a breath as the demoness runs her tongue from the outer folds of your pussy, over the tender meridian to the hot, sensitive wrinkle of your clenched hole. You squeeze it tighter against that wet lick and let out a whine as her tongue patrols a circle around your divot. It feels humiliating and wrong and yet so very wonderful to have the succubus licking your ass.

  As if sensing your uncertainty, the lewd demoness lifts her face from your bottom and asks, "Shall I continue, my delicious princess?"

  How do you answer her?

  "Don't stop!"

  "Stop it!"

  Encounter Nine - Refuse to plead for your life

  You do not have many options wrapped up in the powerful coils of the lamia with your arms pinned at your sides. You cannot use your magic. You cannot draw your sword. You can only beg for your life like Mido wants.

  Or you can refuse and die with the dignity of a daughter of the king. Struggling to breathe, you force yourself to remain calm. You meet the lamia's glittering gaze and set your jaw. She hisses and tightens her coils a little more, nearly suffocating you.

  "Plead for your life," she repeats.

  You manage to choke out the word, "Never."

  "Your lassssst chance," she says, her tongue flicking your face. "Beg for me or I will crush the life from you!"

  You set your teeth together and grimace up at her. Darkness edges your vision and you seem to be moving. She seems to be taking you away from the table. It doesn't matter. If this is your end, then you will meet it with dignity.

  "N-never," you grunt, barely audible.

  Mido hears you and the anger disappears from her face like a mask dropping away. The coils unwrap you and you are falling. You land on something very soft and the weight of the lamia's serpentine lower half is weaving between your legs and spreading your thighs apart. You finally come awake as she unties and removes your loincloth.

  "W-what are you doing?" you gasp. "You're not going to..."

  You stare up at the lamia as she sheds her robe and reveals the pale gold of her upper body and her pert breasts capped with green nipples.

  "Eat you?" Mido giggles. "Oh, no, you are far too tough for me to eat. No, my lovely princess, not food, but just right for my egg."

  Before you can refuse, the lamia slithers her cool scales against your quim, rubbing you like a lover with her prehensile lower half. Her hands easily pin your arms to the lamia's bed and though you strain against her grasp it only succeeds in making your breasts heave, drawing attention to the fact that your pink nipples are very erect.

  "Get off...ohhhh...of me," you moan, unable to deny the pleasure of her scales sliding against your sex. You are growing hot and slick beneath her pressing body and as much as you fear her power, you do not want it to stop.

  Something cool and leathery protrudes from her and pressing against your velvet lips. You moan, at first enjoying the sensation, but the lamia pushes and the leathery roundness begins to force its way into your sex. It spreads your lips wide and stretches your virgin channel. You let out a cry of shock and the roundness pushes past your maidenhead with a sharp pluck of pain. It is so big, it feels as if it is tearing you open. You spasm with pain and try to push it back out with your inner muscles, but Mido easily forces it deeper.

  "Yessss," she hisses. "It hurts, I know. But the pain will be over soon and my egg will be resting in your hot little womb."

  Slick inner fluids from the lamia lubricate you as you are brutally penetrated by the egg. It slides into you like fists and collides with your cervix. This tiny opening steeps in the anaesthetizing ejaculations of the lamia for a moment and then you feel the dull pain of your womb being invaded. Your belly bulges as the lamia's egg is forced into your innermost sanctum.

  You do not feel contentment or love like Madreg's spell promised, you feel only pain and the growing fear that you might have been better off being eaten by this evil creature.

  "There we are," gasps Mido. She is breathing heavily and her upper body is sheened with cold sweat from the effort. "Now is the part I think you will enjoy."

  She rears above you and you see the hint of inner pinkness from the slit that gave birth to the egg. It closes among her scales, leaving behind no outer indication except for a small pink bud that seems to be growing.

  "Oh gods, is that..."

  It slides out from her body, glistening pink and covered in the dark threads of capillaries. It has a slight curve to it and a shape that reminds you of some of the animals you have seen aroused at your family's farm. Perhaps the long, slender protrusion of a boar searching for a sow although the thing growing form Mido's serpentine lower half is a lighter color. And longer.

  "You may call it what you like," says Mido, swaying on her coils and making the protrusion gently swing back and forth. "I do not require a mate to reproduce and this is the means by which I will sow my seed in your body."

  After the violation of the egg, you can only gasp as Mido moves between your thighs again and presses the cool, slick flesh of your cock against your entrance. You expect it to hurt, but instead, the she-cock penetrates you easily, filling your stretched channel with the lamia's inhuman fuckflesh. She stares down into you and begins to move rhythmically atop you, sliding her cock out and then pushing it back in.

  "Your hot sex is unbearable," cries Mido. "Do your males spill their seed instantly?"

  "I...ohh...I do not know," you whimper. "I was a virgin."

  Mido laughs again, shaking her flushed face as she propels her she-cock in and out of your tender cunt. The movement of her slithering tail reminds you of the sea. You let your head fall back onto the soft cushions and you can almost hear the ocean. You realize your pleasure is rising, through the pain, like a whale surface from the deep.

  "Yes," you moan. "Yes. Here it comes."

  "Ohhhhh...you like it?" Mido leans in and kisses your neck. Her tongue flicks at your ear. "Cum for me, little princess. Let me feel...ahh...let me feel you squeeze my cock."

  Your toes curl and your fingers twist in the sheets beneath you. You look up at the beautiful lamia and her mocking smile is sweet for at least that perfect moment. You thrust yourself against her, impaling yourself so fully that you feel her she-cock at the tender rim of your stretched cervix. Pleasure spasms within you in that instant and your inner muscles clutch at Mido's thrusting cock. She lets out her own wail of pleasure, triggered by the force and heat of your climax, and you feel her seed burst deep inside you.

  She thrusts and gushes her seed into your cunt, a pressurized baptismal that flows into your egg-filled womb and enraptures you with love for your serpent mate. Tears of love fall from your eyes.

  "Oh, yes, Mido!" you cry. "Yes! My love, cum for me."

  She comes in a great quantity, her seed spilling out of your stuffed quim and dripping silky down the crack of your ass. Her thrusts continue, frothy fuckjuice slopping out of your cunt as she continues to baste the egg inside you, too lost in her own throes of pleasure to care that the deed has been done.

  "My love," you cry, quaking beneath her and knowing, more clearly than anything else, that you will always love the lamia.

  In the days that follow you grow fat with her egg.
She feeds you a steady diet of pastries and you grow fat and pampered. You lust after her constantly, your desires so intense that even when you simply want to suckle at her inhuman cock she seems perversely annoyed.

  "I should have eaten you when I had the chance," becomes a familiar refrain.

  You don't get your feelings hurt and soon enough you have coaxed your beloved lamia mate into letting you wrap your legs around her and ride atop her bucking coils to a satisfying mutual orgasm or two. You do not know how long it will take you to give birth or even if you will survive the process, but you know you will be happy.

  You also know that your adventure is at an end.

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  Encounter Five - Attack

  You're not about to let some spilled jam get in the way of your freedom. You loose a ripping roar and draw your sword. You charge at the slime's gelatinous body. It trembles as you approach, no doubt in fear at your mighty swing.

  "You ate my sister!" you shout.

  Your sword hacks into the slime, slicing open jiggling wedges again and again. The slime does not recoil from your attacks. In fact, it suddenly surges around your legs. It spurts out in a gooey eruption that wraps around the blade of your sword and yanks it from your hands.

  "Give that back!" you cry and try to reach it back.

  Cool slime surges from the main bulk and wraps around your legs. It slips up past your knees and along your inner thighs with shocking speed. You try to pull away, try to extract your legs, but you barely even stretch the slime up from the stones. The faintly glowing green oozes into the loincloth and your eyes widen as you feel it at your quim.

  "What are you...ahhhhhhh!"