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

by Amanda Clover

  "We will triumph," says Iouna, lying naked beside you, "because of you. She strokes your belly, where the seed of a male deep elf now grows."

  "Because of all four of us," you remind her, pulling her closer. "Sulldark and Tarol will stand together forever."

  Magic and subterfuge may bring you triumph over the superior numbers of the Lakelands. You may lead your kingdoms to prosperity and even greatness. Those are stories for another time. Your adventure is at an end.

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  Special Encounter - Find Another Way Down

  You do not trust that rope dangling over the darkness and you do not want to pester the succubus to chauffeur you down. You walk the precipice, searching for some other way to descend safely into the dark pit below. The ledge overhangs the cliff below, making it impossible for you to get any sort of handhold. You search the walls of the cave several times for any sort of markings.

  You pass by the alcove more than once before you finally take notice. The hole is like the slotted visor of one of your father's knights, but just big enough for your flattened hand. It is between two huge stones, so the location makes it seem natural, but when you lean close you can see markings caused by a chisel. Something carved this into the stone.

  You reach your flattened hand inside. Your fingers brush something soft that moves out of your way. The short contact raises the hairs on your arms and neck. You push deeper, feeling more of whatever is hiding in there being pushed aside. Your fingers collide with something hard and you almost pull your hand out at the unexpected contact. You feel out the object, trying to discern what it might be.

  You decide it is a ring of iron inside, easily big enough for one of your fingers. You slot your finger through it and pull. There follows a distinct ratcheting sound from the opening and the ring gives. You pull more and the ratcheting grows louder. You hear a whine of metal and the ledge rumbles beneath your feet. Motion out of the corner of your vision catches your attention. What you are doing is making something happen in the pit. You keep pulling and the ring slides all the way out on a cylinder of rusty iron. When it clears the opening in the rock, spring-loaded mechanisms pop it open and lock the ring in place.

  You release the ring and walk back to the pit to see what has happened. To your amazement, a rusty iron framework of stairs has been erected from the precipice and apparently descending all the way to the dark-shrouded bottom of the pit.

  "That'll do nicely."

  The stairs are narrow and seemingly supported by a single, folding armature beneath. They protest under your weight as you descend, but the construction seems solid enough. As you make your way down, you detect a foul odor wafting from the bottom of the pit. You also pass more of those dangling ropes. Something about them gives you the creeps and you carefully avoid contact.

  The darkness of the pit gradually gives way as you approach the bottom.

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  Bad Ending - The Alpha's Mate

  "Where are the little ones?" asks Kjall.

  "They have gone to play with Sven and the others," you reply, standing up from the leaves that are your bed within the cave lair of the pack.

  Your breasts are engorged with milk, your nipples enlarged from suckling and hormones, your body still recovering from the birth weeks ago. You draw your hands over your breasts and the wideness of your hips, showing yourself to Kjall. Presenting yourself to him. In some ways, you think birthing your first litter of pups has only enhanced your beauty. You know that Kjall feels the same way.

  "My beauty," he growls, walking towards you in his muscular human form. "Time enough, then, for me to seed you with another litter."

  He wraps you in his comforting arms and you press your softness against his scarred body. Your memories of being a princess, of being trapped in the dungeon, are long past. Now you think and care only for your mate. You love Kjall and he loves you.

  Your kiss is passionate and real. Your tongues intertwine as his hand roughly slides between your thighs. He squeezes and strokes the furry softness of your quim. You are wet for him almost immediately and he slips two fingers into your channel. His thumb strokes your clit and you thrust your hips, working your tight channel onto his fingers. His hard cock presses between you and you slide a hand down to stroke him.

  "Suck it," he growls and you know better than to disobey him.

  Not that you would. As you drop to your knees among the leaves and heft his thick cock in one hand, you do it as much out of lust as because he commands it. Your tongue laps at his cum-heavy bollocks. You stroke him until his cock is leaking precum. You gather that salty oil on your tongue and wrap your soft lips around him. The cave echoes with the moans and slurps of your sucking mouth, punctuated by the occasional rumbling groan from your mate.

  Kjall's hand wind through your golden braids and he pulls your mouth off his cock with a wet pop of suction. You look up at him adoringly, his glistening hardness balanced on your lips.

  "How do you want it, bitch?" he growls, displaying his teeth.

  "On my back," you moan, "but with your beast."

  "Mmmmmm, you like the wolf, my naughty princess?" He shifts before your eyes into his regal lupine form, falling onto his wolf paws and climbing atop your sprawled nakedness. You stroke his furry flanks and run your hands beneath him to stroke the hot flesh of his cock. He licks your face as you guide him to your slick folds.

  You lift your hips to meet him. The position is awkward for him and places you in more control. But you like this position almost as much as when he mounts you. It gives you a chance to prove how much you desire him.

  You thrust yourself onto his cock, holding his body and impaling yourself until his furry belly is against you. The weight of your body rests on your shoulders and the back of your neck as you work your hips and fuck yourself with his lupine fuckmeat. Kjall thrusts too, driving his cock down at an angle into your eager channel.

  "Cum for me," you cry as you feel him beginning to swell.

  His orgasm flows into your own, spurting lupine cum triggering your climax. You squeeze him with inner waves, milking out the seed that gushes against your cervix and overflows your stuffed channel. You fuck yourself onto him and take his knot, reveling in the fullness, in the intimacy of such a thing. Kjall sometimes lets the others fuck you, but only he is allowed to knot you. His mate. His lover.

  Lost in pleasure, you will not find out for hours that Madreg has stolen two of your pups and killed Sven when he tried to protect them from the wizard. Kjall will reassure you that there will be more, and you will believe him, but you fear you will never forgive yourself for not being there when your pups were taken.

  The rest of your life will be spent in devotion to your mate, Kjall. You do not know if Madreg will ever take more of your pups, but you do know that your adventure is at an end.

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  Encounter Four - Attack

  The bigger they are, the harder they fall! You scramble to your feet. Your sword practically leaps into your hand and a grim smile curls your lips. You're going to take this fat ogre down and mount his head on the wall of the castle.

  The ogre roars when he sees you intend to fight. He rears back with his club and lashes out with his free hand to try to grab you. For that he is rewarded with the point of your sword driving between two fingers into the meat of his hand. He roars in fury and swings the club at you.

  You dance out of the way. Close though, you felt the wind from that club.

  Before he can recover his balance, you dart in and bury your sword in the ogre's bulging thigh. He howls in pain. You try to pull the sword out and it is stuck in his powerful muscles. You let go of your weapon, but it's too late. The ogre catches you with a backhand that sends you flying into the wall. Your head cracks against the stone. You can taste blood and you are dazed.

  The ogre thumps towards you. He leans his face down through the blurry haze that clouds your vision.

  "What wrong, pretty human?
That hurt?"

  "Please," you cry, "come...come...RIGHT THERE!"

  You lash out with your foot and catch the ogre right in his fat nose. You feel a crack of bone under your heel and the ogre lurches back, clutching at his bloody nose. You pull yourself to your feet and search for your sword. There it is, on the floor. The ogre must have thrown it out.

  You manage one step towards your lost blade when the ogre hits you. His fist is like a stone launched from a catapult. You double over it as your air goes out. The jarring blow sends you to the ground. You struggle to breathe.

  "You lose!" roars the ogre. "You be good human when you fucked."

  You never even manage to turn over onto your back. The ogre slams your face down into the floor and drives your knees apart. He tears your loincloth off and a moment later you feel the huge, knobby, ringed tip of his cock against your cunt. He thrusts into you with great fury, the fat apple of his cockhead slamming into your pussy and bursting through the tender wall of your maidenhead. The pain is excruciating as the ogre ruts into your unprepared cunt so hard that his cum-heavy stones slap against your clit.

  "It hurts!" you cry.

  "Good," growls the ogre and he pounds harder, slamming your face into the floor with your big tits mashed beneath you. "Tight pussy. Feel good."

  He relentlessly fucks into you, his weight overbearing and his stench smothering the air your try to breathe. His knobby cock jams in and out of your aching cunt and with each stroke he bottoms out against your cervix with such force that it seems he is crushing your womb. Despite it all, despite the pain and humiliation, you begin to feel pleasure.

  His precum and your juices begin to slick your stuffed channel. His huge cock prods against some inner point of your stuffed channel and you feel a throb of pleasure with each thrust of the ogre's cock. That pleasure grows more and more intense until you are whimpering with pleasure. The ogre does not seem to care if you enjoy his cock or are simply subdued by its size. He fucks into you, his cock making lewd slurps as it works in and out and his balls tightening up against his root.

  "GRaaaaaaaaa! Take my seed, human!"

  Your senses return for one, terrible moment and you realize he is about to pump your full of his monstrous cum. If your kind can breed with his, then you are about to become his slave, and you know it. You try desperately to crawl away. The ogre does not even seem to notice your pitiful attempt to escape his cock.

  He pounds into you and looses a hot flood of his semen into your stuffed channel. His cum bursts out of your pussy, squirting onto the floor and down your thighs with each fresh pump of fertilizing sperm. You enjoy them, after the first your body and mind change. Pain and humiliation become pure pleasure. You cry out in ecstasy as your mate and master, the ogre called Torgo, breeds your fertile royal pussy. Your inner muscles clamp back around his twitching fuck pillar, craving every hot drop you can milk from his stones.

  "Yes! Breed me!" you cry as your mind surrenders to the magic of the dungeon.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Twelve - The Imprisoned Necromancer

  A warm hearth fire casts a chamber in pleasant golden light. There are tables and chairs of fine manufacture, not to mention tapestries depicting ancient battles hung from the stone walls. There is a large library with stuffed chair for reading books and a bed that looks comfortable. There is even a laboratory, visible through an opened door, though this fouls the air with a faint scent of corruption.

  Before you, with a bemused expression, stands a handsome man of perhaps thirty years. He has the long face and high bone structure of old nobility and his dark eyes betray a touch of the fae in his heritage. His pallor is total, so that his skin is almost chalky white with a hint of blue at his lips and a tracery of capillaries visible in his cheeks. He is dressed in a worn dark robe fringed in ermine and on his long fingers are many intricate rings.

  "Hello there," he says with some surprise. "I did not expect Vardak to return from the ossuary pile with something so...alive."

  The mad old man bows his head and drops to a knee.

  "Master, I found her fallen from above. She is warm, not cold. Does Madreg test us?"

  "Rise, my little worm," he waves Vardak to his feet with a gesture of his hand, though the man's dark eyes never leave you. "Let her speak for herself. Who are you? Why are you here?"

  "A trap...a trap door in the manticore's lair opened into a tunnel. I fell down it and I arrived here." You cover your breasts in the presence of this man, as if he might judge your nudity. "My name is Princess Kirsten Sungbaard. Madreg's orcs captured me and he threw me into this prison to be...um...to have my..."

  "It is quite alright," says the man. "He sends women here to be either breeders or prey. He is a beast with no humanity. My dear, please. Sit down. Have something to eat."

  The man gestures to his table and a small, but appetizing plate of food, including black bread and something in sauce that looks to be chicken. There are even pale root vegetables, boiled and unsalted, but still palatable. Your mouth waters and out of the corner of your eye you see Vardak licking his lips.

  But you won't be lulled into a sense of security so easily. There are villains of all kinds inhabiting this dungeon and this man might be another.

  "What do they call you?" you boldly ask. "Who are you?"

  "They?" He rolls one of the vegetables between his thumb and finger and then returns it to his plate. "I suspect there is no one to speak of me. I have been imprisoned here for a very long time. My name is Telemas the Pale, though I suspect I am even paler now than when I earned that name. I was one of the generals of King Xivius. I fought at the battle of Shadow's--"

  "Shadow's Fall," you say. "I learned of it in my studies. But...that was a century or more ago. How can you still be young?"

  "There are ways." Telemas shrugs as if the truth of the matter would be of little interest. "What is important is that you and I share a common enemy. One who usurped my power here and one who cast you into this dungeon as less than a slave."

  Telemas comes closer. He reaches out a hand to touch your face and you feel the cold emanating from his flesh. You shrink away.

  "What are you doing?"

  "I can help you escape. I can make you a general in command of a legion to defeat Madreg. Or, if you'd prefer, my queen." His smile is far from reassuring. "All you must do is die."

  Telemas' black eyes seem to peer into your soul. Vardak looks up at you expectantly. You suspect you know what Telemas intends. He must be a necromancer and he must want to turn you into one of his minions, whether his sexual plaything or the commander of his undead warriors.

  What do you do?

  WAIT

  PARLEY

  ATTACK

  MAGIC

  SURRENDER

  Encounter Thirteen - Keep Wanking Her Cock

  You employ your other hand to grip and stroke Ashara's slippery shaft. You work steadily from the root that joins with her pale flesh to the glistening, bulbous tip that leaks an increasing flow of precum. The wet sounds of your wanking becomes downright obscene, fingers slurping over her turgid flesh. Your touch traces every bulge and throbbing vein in the demoness's swollen cock.

  "You have no idea," gasps Ashara, "how good this feels. Your hands are so soft."

  "Not as soft as my sisters' hands," you counter. "At least I've worked a sword in my day."

  "You must... ooohh... introduce me to your sisters." Ashara thrusts her hips, fucking her cock into your doubled fists. "Perhaps all of you at once. Hands together. Mmmmmm..."

  "I'm not good enough?" you ask, arching an eyebrow.

  "Well, there is always room for... mmmm... improvement, I've found."

  "Improvement?"

  You stare at the purple fruit of her cockhead caught by your squeezing, stroking hands and you lean down and flick your tongue through her gathering juices. She hisses with pleasure. You lick again, tasting the precum that glazes her swollen glans. Sweet and with an exotic note that prickles
at your tongue. It's delicious! You run your tongue around her cockhead, gathering more and savoring her juices as your hands continue to wank her cock.

  "Your mouth," moans Ashara. "Please... ohhhh... suck it."

  She rocks her hips forward, thrusting that huge cock through your grasp and riding your tongue to your lips. You pull back, but the sweetness of her precum leaves you wanting more.

  What do you do?

  Suck her cock

  Finish her with your hand

  Encounter Sixteen - Keep Your Wits

  The hot, throbbing thrust of Madreg's slick demon cock is nearly enough to drive you mad with pleasure. Nearly. You hold fast to the embers of your hatred for the mad wizard. To your knowledge of all the things he has done to your kingdom, to your family, and to you. All this suffering must be repaid. Though your body aches for pleasure, your mind remains clear about the true goal: revenge.

  "Oh, Madreg," you moan. "Your cock feels so good."

  "I knew you would like it, my princess. My bride. Mmmmmm!" He thrusts harder into you and leans over you, his weight slamming his hips down and skewering your pussy deep on the swollen length of his cock.

  The long, blackish serpent of his tongue slithers out of his mouth and teases over your lips. You open your mouth in a moan of pleasure, inviting his kiss. He takes the opportunity and slides his foul tongue into your mouth. All of that evil on his thin lips, on his curling tongue, and his yellow eyes staring down onto you. His cock is on the brink. At any moment, he might fill you with his cursed seed.