Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder
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"What's in the next room?" you ask.
"Go," says Lobok. "Find sisters. Good luck."
It's clear he wishes no more discussion. You nod to him and depart through the door he guarded. The hallway beyond is a long and winding corridor that gradually begins to degrade. The crumbling stonework gives way to a natural cave tunnel. You travel for what seems a very long time when you come upon a stone entryway that seems to open up into a large, dark chamber. There is no other way forward. You hear a faint clicking sound within.
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Encounter Ten - Magic
Physically, you are no match for a manticore, but the spell sage Oriodamus taught you many enchantments and conjurations during your studies. You page through this mental spell book as the vicious beast draws closer.
Then you remember a certain school of magic that was poorly understood by the commoners. They believed it to be forbidden by the gods. When you discovered the tome of summoning, you insisted Oriodamus teach you some of its magic. He did, but warned that every being you summon demands a price, and you must be careful what you call to aid you.
With an excited cry, you raise your hand and splay your fingers to cast the spell. It is short, consisting mostly of a name repeated over and over as your magical energy reaches through the ether and finds the being you seek. "Wulfgar! Wulfgar! Wulfgar!"
A scarce instant before the manticore strikes, white light flashes from your fingers, nearly blinding you both and causing the beast to recoil.
When the light fades, a massively-built man with bulging, bronze muscles stands before you. His head is that of a wolf and his golden eyes stare at you with serene intelligence. He holds a double-bladed axe in his massive hands. He is completely nude and his thick, untrimmed cock dangles obscenely between the exquisite cut of his thighs.
"Protect me from the manticore!" you command.
Wulfgar nods very slightly and turns to face the manticore. The winged beast has recovered from his surprise and is advancing again with more caution. His scorpion tail whips angrily. Wulfgar does not hesitate. He lashes out with his hand and seizes the tail, squeezing it beneath the bulging tip and holding it safely out of the way. The manticore rakes its claws down Wulfgar's chest and you hear a grunt of pain from the massive warrior. Then he swings his axe and the combat ends in a gout of dark red blood.
The summoned warrior tosses the severed head of the manticore at your feet. He shakes the blood from his axe and stands before you, waiting for something. A further command? A thank you?
Your eyes return to the dangling length of his magnificent cock. His golden eyes stare at you with growing intensity. His cock visibly twitches.
Do you owe him some repayment? Oriodamus mentioned that every summoning required an offering to the spirit. But what does the wolf-headed brute desire?
What do you do?
Wait to see what Wulfgar desires
Drop to your knees and repay Wulfgar's mighty cock
Special Encounter - Above the Pit
The shaft descends deep into the earthen darkness. Cool air circulates from below, rich with the smell of minerals. The ladder ends in midair, above a floor of slick stones far enough below you that it takes courage to release your hold on the ladder's rungs. You drop into a darkened cavern and gasp as you plunge unexpectedly into a pool of still, clear and ice-cold water. You resurface, gasping, and pull yourself to the rocky edge of a pool.
A tunnel yawns before you. As you wring the water from your loincloth, you detect a faint vibration in the earth and a distant sound of drumming. Driven by mad instinct, you head in the direction of the sound. The beat is faint at first, but as you follow the tunnel you hear a steady, ominous rhythm growing louder with each step. The drumming builds to a mighty roll that sets the whole tunnel to shaking.
The rumbling culminates in a massive crash of stone that fills in the tunnel behind you. There is only one way now, so you continue forward until the cave tunnel opens onto a rocky ledge. You climb out, glad you weren't crushed into paste inside the tunnel. The drumming has stopped. The ledge looks out upon a massive pit within an enormous cavern. The vast space echoes with voices, indistinct, distant, and seeming to originate from every direction.
You can barely see the floor below and the ceiling above is obscured by darkness. The sheer walls do not seem to present a way to climb down. Fortunately, there seems to be some sort of ropes or vines dangling from the ceiling. Maybe they were used by previous climbers. They are brown tinged with red texture and seem thick enough to hold your weight.
On the other hand, blindly grabbing things and then risking that it will not break seems like a good way to fall to your death. You lean forward and look down at the floor of the pit some hundred or more feet below in the darkness. Your stomach tightens at the sight and you imagine hurtling to the ground.
Maybe there is another way down.
What do you do?
Climb down using the rope
Search for another way down
Encounter One - Take it in your mouth
You have had success with your mouth so far, you resolve to continue to the end, even if it means tasting the orc's seed in your mouth. You close your eyes and focus on the act. The hot orc flesh fills your mouth. Your spit drips down his shaft and onto his balls.
"Yessssss!" groans Lobok.
The orc's sounds of pleasure encourage you more. You suck faster, slipping your lips over his glans and back down again as your hand continues to work his fat shaft. You hollow your cheeks and pop your lips around his bulging tip.
Suddenly, hot liquid jets into your mouth. You wince as it catches you in the throat and you have to swallow it to clear your airway. It is thick and bitter and followed a moment later by more.
Above you, Lobok groans loudly. His cock throbs between your lips, each twitch accompanied by another thick gush of his seed. It fills your mouth, coats your tongue and, with effort, you swallow it all down. The bitter brew of his loins fills your belly and makes your throat feel all tacky.
You lift your lips from Lobok's cock and, due to your own desire, you decide to lick him clean. Your tongue finds pearly drops. While you lick and kiss the orc's slowly deflating cock you stifle your cries of pleasure and finish yourself off with your fingers. Your orgasm shudders through your body, jiggling your breasts. You bury your cries of pleasure against Lobok's balls, licking at them and tasting his salty sweat.
You finally lift your flushed face from his loins, gasping from air as your body recovers from your intense orgasm. You look up at the orc, so tempted to simply surrender to him that the words very nearly burst from your mouth. You realize that playing with pleasure in the maze is a dangerous game.
"Had a deal," you choke out.
"Yes, we did princess," says Lobok.
He helps you to your feet and returns your loincloth and sword belt. As you dress, the big orc walks over to one of the wall sconces and brings back a guttering torch. He pushes it into your hands.
"Next room dark," he says. "This help."
"What's in the next room?" you ask.
"Go," says Lobok. "Find sisters. Good luck."
It's clear he wishes no more discussion. You nod to him and depart through the door he guarded. The hallway beyond is a long and winding corridor that gradually begins to degrade. The crumbling stonework gives way to a natural cave tunnel. You travel for what seems a very long time when you come upon a stone entryway that seems to open up into a large, dark chamber. There is no other way forward. You hear a faint clicking sound within.
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Special Encounter - Magic hands to stroke you both
You scoot away from the goblin, sitting up and raising your knees with your thighs apart. You look at the goblin and see Yalak's attention is focused on your cloth-draped mound. His hand toys with his straining hardness beneath his own loincloth.
"How about a little magic?" you suggest.
"Kirsten magic scary," says Yalak.
Mage Grasp is one of the very first spells you learned from the old spell sage Oriodamus. It is considered a utility cantrip, simple and especially useful to work in a laboratory, without the unpredictability of conjuring an actual spirit. The hands are barely visible as you summon them into existence, just a shimmering shape in the air over your shoulders.
You give Yalak a mischievous smile and slide a pair of the magic hands down over your breasts. Your flesh looks as if it is pressed against glass in the shape of two hands. The pressure is delicious, warm and tingling as it caresses down the ample curves of your breast, molding them with invisible fingers and momentarily pressing your nipples into your areolas. You gasp as the pressure slides lower, magic fingers massaging your slender tummy and pressing your thighs wider apart.
"Magic!" cries Yalak, fear edging the word, but his attention still fixed on your body.
"Calm yourself," you purr. "This is the good sort of magic. Just watch."
You are something of a master of this particular spell. You practiced its uses more than once in the comfort of your bedchamber in the castle. Now, the spectral fingers slip into your loincloth, seeking the knot that holds it taut against your aching mound. The magic hands unwind the cloth and pull it away, exposing the downy blond hair and pink furrow of your delicate quim. Moisture beads at your velvet petals. With a push of your will, the fingers spread your cunt to Yalak's gaze. Spectral fingers press against your clit and strum insistently.
"Ohhhhhh," you cry, squirming your bottom on the tiles until you've turned your hip.
At your will, more hands descend from the ether, holding your thighs and spreading the cheeks of your bottom. Tingling fingertips press at your pink rosebud. One digit and then another invades your tender clench and you gasp and thrust your hips, grinding against the magic fingers already stroking your clit. The effect of the magic fingers is not unlike having your body opened with wands of glass, allowing Yalak to see into the hot, pink holes as the magic hands hasten your carnal pleasure.
As your ecstasy mounts with the steady stroking of the mostly-invisible hands, you watch the goblin through your pleasure-heavy eyes. He is rubbing at the mound of his cock through his loincloth and you think it is only fair that he join in the fun. With a wave of your fingers, two more hands manifest by the firelight. You slip them past Yalak's grasp and begin untying the leather cords that hold his loincloth in place.
"Magic on me?" He looks down at his lap as his loincloth is opened and his hard little goblin cock springs free. The pinkish tip glistens with precum and the you drag the spectral touch over his swollen cap. His cock flexes in response and he cries, "Tingling!"
"Yes, it will tingle a bit," you moan and scoot closer to Yalak. Your feet are almost resting each other as you face one another in the firelight. "Trust me. These hands will bring you nothing but pleasure."
The tense goblin seems to relax. He forces a smile on his thin lipped face and leans back, resting his weight on his hands.
"Okay, pretty, you do hand."
His nerves are still obvious, but he looks down at his proud little goblin prick and seems to wait for your intimate touch. You begin by gently fondling his bollocks with your magic touch. The nearly invisible fingers caress and shift those cum-heavy stones. You squeeze them very gently, eliciting a gasp from the goblin. You quickly engage two more of the hands, continuing to stroke his tender pouch as these tease his tip and smear the glistening precum around and over the darkening bulge of his cockhead.
The magic hands have all but stopped manipulating you as your attention is focused, for the moment, on pleasuring Yalak. You grip his cock with a magic hand, squeezing it and stroking him so that his rigid flesh seems to gently deform against the shimmering air. The stroking hand makes a lewd, wet slurp with each precum-wet stroke. His cock tugs up and down with the motion.
"Ohhhhhh," cries the goblin. "So soft...cool...like wet. Shank feel good, pretty Kirsten."
"Oh, yes, your hard goblin shank is so warm beneath those magic hands," you coo. "They'll go up and down and squeeze you until your seed comes out."
Yalak whimpers, his head falling back as he surrenders to the sensations of pleasure your magic hands are giving him. You establishing a lewd rhythm of stroking and squeezing and fondling his bollocks, allowing you to return at least a little of your attention to your own pleasure. The fingers up your bottom and those stroking your clit begin to move again. The last pair of spectral hands manifest on your breasts, plucking at your nipples and shaping your breasts against their invisible pressure.
The sounds of the working hands grow louder as you and Yalak both begin to pant and sigh and squirm against their touch. Your breasts heave in their spectral grasp. Your cunt leaks its honey against the fingers pushing deliciously in and out of your ass. The hands stroking Yalak's cock have taken on a milky appearance as his precum is churned to an almost frothy consistency by their constant stimulation. The obscene liquid smears them and gives them a more tangible presence.
"Aahhhhh, ohh, Yalak," you cry, thrusting against your magic fingers. "I'm so very close. I can feel the heat of my climax."
"I make seed!" agrees Yalak. "Kirsten! Ohhhh pretty magic human!"
At the last moment, you give the stroking hands a small command with your mind and they shift the angle on Yalak's cock. The tip is now aimed at you and you scoot closer, legs almost interlocked with his and your bodies close enough you can feel the heat and smell the raunchy scent of sex from him.
"Cummming!" cries the goblin.
You match his cry with wordless pleasure, your mouth falling open in a soft "O" as you release the hot wave of ecstasy, squeezing against the fingers in your ass and fluttering your soaking slit. Hot seed erupts from the goblin's cock, sailing in a gooey rope across the firelit distance and spattering against your heaving breasts.
The warm, sticky spew quickly slops your tits and belly and finishes by decorating your pink quim with his hot, goblin release. The hands massage the filthy goblin seed into your glistening tits and your cunt. Fortunately, none pollutes your depths and you avoid losing your mind to the magic of the dungeon.
The hands crackle and disappear and you sit up, embracing the panting goblin and holding his face against your bosom. You turn his little head and plant another kiss on his lips. You are both sweaty and exhausted from the intensity of the encounter and both basking in the warmth, as pure as the firelight, that seems to hold your bodies.
Tangled together like two normal lovers, you caress his pointed ear and look into his beady eyes.
"So, have you changed your opinion of magic?"
He chuckles and nuzzles against your breast, kissing your hard nipple.
"I too tired to think," he murmurs. "Need sleep."
"Yes," you agree, pulling his head against the pillow of your breast. "Sleep sounds just right."
With the goblin already snoring against you, the darkness of sleep quickly envelops your mind.
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Encounter Fifteen - Parley
Facing down three hulking werewolves, with another behind you, doesn't give you much hope of survival or escape. You know you can't take them in a fight and a spell that is going to solve this problem does not spring to mind. That leaves you with one weapon remaining.
"Wait!" you shout. "Let's talk about this."
"Talk?" growls the leader of the werewolves. "The bitch wants to flap her pretty lips. Alright, bitch."
He shifts before your eyes, his thick pelt receding into tanned, battle-scarred flesh. His snout retreats and his eyes shift from red to clear blue. He is a muscular Noorman with a mane of sandy blond hair and a thick blond beard. His torso and arms are covered in primitive tattoos. His thick human cock dangles between his muscular thighs.
"Talk," he says, a growl still in his stony voice. "It won't change anything."
/> You hold up your hands, taking a step away from him as he comes towards you. The werewolves close in past their leader, sniffing at your hindquarters and snapping at one another.
"W-what is your name?"
"Kjall the Blooded," he replies. "Does the bitch have a name?"
"Kirsten... Kirsten Sungbaard."
"Means nothing," he says, coming closer again and forcing you back.
"I just want to be on my way. Pass through here. There has to be a way out."
"There is a hole in that cabin," says Kjall. "Behind the black door. We'll let you go in there. But you've got to do something for my pack."
Before you answer, one of the wolfmen gooses your bottom with its snout. You yelp and dance forward, almost into Kjall's muscular arms. Behind you, the three werewolves are showing their huge red cocks fully engorged and sticking up from their furry sheaths.
"What do you want?" you ask Kjall, suspecting what his desire might be.
"One deal, bitch. Suck their cocks, drink the seed of their loins, and then I'll fuck your ass." His smile shows gleaming white teeth and enlarged canines. "Take the deal or we'll take more from you. You're a bitch. It's all you deserve."
You look from one beast to the next. Their cocks are huge and shaped like the cocks you've seen jutting from beneath excited dogs. This will not be pleasant.
What do you do?
Accept Kjall's offer
Refuse him and prepare to fight
Encounter Fifteen - Cast a Spell On Him
You do not want to hurt Bjorn, but he is preventing you from continuing your journey. There's no talking your way past him. You splay your fingers as subtly as possible. Bjorn notices and tries to reach out and grab hold of your wrist to prevent your casting. You step back, quickly, and speak the words for the simple and yet powerful spell.