"MMmmmmmhmmm!" you cry with pleasure as you continue to slurp the goblin's hard fucktool.
Suddenly, Yalak forces your head up and pushes you roughly onto your back. You let out a gasp of surprise. Before you can voice an objection, he is over your face, pushing his cockmeat back between your lips as he mounts your mouth like a randy dog. He holds your head with both hands and thrusts into your mouth in a frenzy of lust.
"Aaaahhhh! So good! Make seed!"
The hot thrusting between your lips only makes you enjoy it more. You love the obscene feel of his cock pumping and out of your mouth, his claws holding your head in place as he covers your face with his skinny body. The first twitch of his cock is accompanied by a shrill squeal of pleasure from the goblin.
Hot, salty-sweet goblin cum spurts against the back of your throat. It arrives in your mouth in throbbing waves, gushed out and gulped down as fast as his twitching balls can deliver his hot spunk over your tongue. Yalak's thrusts slow and your sucking resumes. You siphon out every delicious drop of goblin cum until he has been completely satisfied.
He leaves his cock in your mouth, leaning back so you can breathe more freely but letting you continue to suck him while your fingers furiously stroke your clit. Your orgasm is nearly screamed into the pacifying cock between your lips and the intensity of your pleasure has you hollowing your cheeks around the wee goblin's fading fucklength.
He finally goes soft and pops free of your mouth's suction. You let your head fall back, moaning and thrusting against your fingers as you luxuriate in the last of your orgasm.
When your pleasure has receded into a warm pool of bliss, you pull Yalak down beside you again and wrap him in your arms. He seems small once more, not dominating you by fucking your face. You kiss his head and he nuzzles against your breasts. The glowing embers of the fire color you both in orange warmth.
"Sleepy time now," says Yalak. "Milkbubs good pillow."
"The best," you agree, cradling him there as you drift off to sleep with the goblin in your arms.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Ten - Drop to your knees and repay Wulfgar's mighty cock
After a moment of consideration, a naughty smile quirks your full lips. Wolf head or not, you have an idea that this mighty warrior with the big cock has the same desires as most males. Sexual pleasure ought to repay him. You've been surrounded by such depravity, it would be nice to indulge in a little of your own.
"Mighty warrior of the beyond," you coo. "I have no money or jewels to repay your heroic deed. But I do have something to offer you..."
You caress and lift your ample breasts and stride towards the blood-spattered warrior. He regards you with his golden wolf eyes, standing motionless with the big axe in his fist and that thick, luscious cock dangling between his legs. You admire his chiseled physique and his bronzed skin, wondering if your father's knights had looked so fit without their armor.
The smell of leather and fur, sweat and blood clings to Wulfgar and fills your nostrils. You touch the hard ladder of his abdomen and slip your fingers lower, to his dense pelt of pubic hair and the thick hose of his cock.
"Is this what you want?" you ask and bite your lip coquettishly. "Would that please you?"
He cocks his head as he looks down at you, but he does not speak. You sink slowly to your knees, your pulse quickening as you inhale the musk of his loins and take in the veined detail of his cock with its pink head peeking from beneath his foreskin. You take hold of his shaft in both hands, finding it warm and heavy. You give it a squeeze and it twitches in your grasp.
"Gods," you murmur as your lust swells in your loins. "You are magnificent."
You lift Wulfgar's cock in both hands, skinning it back and admiring the glossy redness of his tip. The scent of his male arousal is intoxicating to you. You pull his cock against your breasts, squeezing it between them and rubbing your soft mounds up and down his shaft. You massage him with both hands - for both hands are necessary with such an impressive member - and you let drool fall from your lips to wet his manhood. You stroke the wetness down his throbbing length and then press your breasts around him again.
"Ohhh, so warm," you moan. "Do you like this? Do you like the way my soft breasts feel around your cock?"
Wulfgar does not answer. He only watches as you writhe and slide your pressed tits against his swollen cock. He must be enjoying it some or he would not have gotten so hard between your breasts. Glistening droplets of precum soon begin to well up from his cock and you smear the oily liquid over his bulging glans and down his hot shaft.
Unable to resist, you lift his cock from between your breasts and plant kisses along the underside of its shaft. You can feel Wulfgar's pulse against your lips and the sweaty, manly scent of his bollocks draws your kiss lower. You find his cum-heavy balls with your mouth, laving them with your tongue and suckling gently on them as your hands continue to massage the warrior's length.
Your tongue begins a long journey from Wulfgar's bollocks back up his shaft, trailing over his swollen shaft and up to the tip. You taste the salt of his precum as your mouth engulfs his bulging tip. You look up at him, caressing his muscular abdomen with one hand as you begin to bob on the end of his cock.
You want to please him, so you go beyond your comfort, stretching your lips around him and taking him to the back of your throat. You gag and swallow and his fat cockhead pops into your throat.
Tears flow from your eyes and you shudder at the effort, but you do not let him slip free from your swallowing throat. You stroke his length with your hand and massage him with your throat, bobbing slightly and forcing yourself to take him. He snorts above you, the only warning that your efforts are about to be rewarded. You can feel him swelling in your hands.
You are about to make the wolf-headed warrior cum. Can you handle his seed in your mouth?
What do you do?
Swallow Wulfgar's seed
Lift your mouth and stroke his cock
Encounter Nine - "Bread dough"
"There could be only one answer to your riddle," you say with confidence. "Bread dough."
Mido's satisfied smile drops into a frown.
"Correct," she says, pronouncing the word with restrained hostility. "You and your sister share a talent for riddles."
"Show me to the door," you say, getting up from the table.
"Now, now," she places her hands on your shoulders and gently tries to push you back down into your chair. "Let us enjoy this feast I have prepared and perhaps revisit the issue of my egg, which needs a lovely, warm body to--"
"No," you snap and push her hands away. "We had an agreement and I answered your silly riddle. Now show me to the door."
Mido rears up on her serpentine body and for a moment you think she is going to lash out at you. Her lips pinch into a line that slowly curves up into a cold smile.
"Very well," says the lamia. "I keep my word. Follow me."
She slithers back past the table laden with all its sweet pastries and disappears behind the paper screen. You follow her, entering a bedchamber of silk and gold and glowing candles that create an atmosphere so lush you nearly flop down on the bed for sleep. The lamia ignores your wandering eyes and slithers behind the bed.
"Here it is," says Mido, gesturing to a small, black door banded with iron. "I harbor no ill will to you, my dear. I hope you understand that I do only what I must to survive and escape this place."
"As do I," you say, resting your hand on your sword. "Now I must find my sisters."
"May you succeed." Mido bends down and opens the latch of the door. It opens into darkness, but you feel the pleasant warmth continue into that tunnel.
You manage to take one step through the door before you lose your footing in the pitch black passage. You slide rapidly down a narrow ramp of stone. Behind you, Mido's huge head appears in the doorway and she looks on with concern as you slide away from her.
"Best of luck!" she calls.
You try to grab onto the sid
es of the stone walls as they rush past. It's no use, wherever you are falling, you are going to reach your destination.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fifteen - Magic
Facing four werewolves is certainly a difficult position, but Oriodamus instructed you on calm and clarity in the midst of the most dangerous situation. He used to force you to balance eggs on your head when casting a spell. If the egg fell from your head then the old goat would give you a spanking. He seemed to relish those spanking. They served their purpose for you.
"I'm not your bitch," you snarl at the alpha werewolf.
Taking a deep breath, you splay your fingers and summon the words for one of your most powerful fire-based spells. The alphas sees that you are casting and leaps at you, but he is too late.
The wall of fire rises from the ground in an instant, roaring hot and reaching ten feet into the air and twenty feet in either direction. The alpha is singed and two of the other werewolves are driving back by the flames.
The fourth werewolf attacks from the roof of the cabin. You see him leaping just in time and roll out of his path. His momentum carries him into the roaring wall of flame. He is ignited as he passes through the fire and runs off, burning, into the woods.
The spell won't last long. You seize the opportunity and turn to the cabin door. Thank the gods, it is open. You pull it wide and nearly throw yourself through it. You close it and bar it behind you before you even look at the inside of the cabin.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fourteen - Accept Olaf's Offer
The idea of giving birth to a gnome's children would have been a joke. Something from one of the bedtime stories your nanny used to read to you. "The Princess Who Married a Gnome." You almost laugh just imagining your sorry fate as a storybook with pictures of you creeping through a dungeon only to give yourself up to an awful little gnome who lived inside a giant suit of armor.
"What are you smiling about?" asks Olaf.
"Nothing," you say, your mirth dying as soon as you return to your squalid reality. "Very well, gnome. I accept your offer. I will be your wife."
"You know what this means?"
"Yes!" you growl. "I know it. I hate you for it. But even after this torture you have put me through, I hate you that little bit less than being eaten alive by a roper or having my brain sucked out by some other monster. And I'll not let you give me up to the orcs. Enough with the damned orc."
"So... you accept?" He seems bewildered that you have.
"Unshackle me from this table and my chastity is yours to claim, gnome."
"Yes. Yes!" Almost giddy, he scurries about the table, removing the shackles that have been biting into your ankles and wrists. You massage the tender flesh as you sit up. Olaf looks at you and wets his lips. He runs a hand down his long, white beard and over his potbelly to stroke his cock through his trousers. "I suppose you should lie back and--"
"No," you say. "From behind. I don't want to look at you while you do it."
"Right, of course. Sorry. On your knees beside the rack then and lean over it. I'll move the stool."
It is far from a romantic arrangement. You kneel on the cold, greasy stones of the floor and sprawl your upper body onto the rack. The woods is still damp from your torture and feels unpleasantly pulpy beneath your breasts. You do not look back as Olaf scoots his stool behind you. His hands caress your bare bottom. He spreads your cheeks and runs his little fingers over your quim. He repulses you. No better than the other brutes in this dungeon.
You are about to shout at him to do it and get it over with when you feel a warm pressure against your slit. His hot breath caresses your folds as he begins to lap at your slit. His tongue is talented. His face presses against the generous curve of your backside.
"Wh-what are you doing?" you whimper, unprepared to deal with pleasure.
His answer is muffled against your slick folds. His tongue soothes the soreness and reawakens your lust. You bite your lip to suppress a whimper as he lashes his tongue against your clit. However you may hate him, his skill with his tongue is undeniable. He swirls it around and around your straining bud and soon has you whimpering and on the brink of another orgasm.
He chooses that moment to stop and leave you wanting more. You look back over your shoulder and see that Olaf is climbing onto the stool to stand behind your freshly lubricate pussy and the seemingly gigantic roundness of your ass. His miniature hands grip your fleshy cheeks and he squeezes them as he presses the hard tip of his cock to your entrance.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way," he says. "But even after everything that has happened to you, Kirsten, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
You try to formulate a rebuke. Olaf's cock interrupts your thoughts about anything other than the sudden thrust into your virgin channel and the pang of your maidenhead breaking under his onslaught. And then the pain is over, receding to a dull throb as the gnome thrusts into you and works his cock in and out. The bulbous tip massages your tight inner walls. The length of him does not feel huge, but reaches a satisfying depth in your freshly-claimed tunnel.
"Gods of stone," groans Olaf, "you are as hot and tight as a steam gasket. Dunno how long I can last in yer furnace, love."
"Do it," you gasp. But the truth is you want it to last. You can feel your orgasm rising and you want to cum one last time before your mind is lost to the magic of the dungeon.
Olaf's grip tights on your bottom. His belly collides loudly with your cheeks, sending jiggling impacts through your lower half. His cock seems to swell inside you. His bulging tip prods your inner walls.
The gnome, red-faced and straining, chokes out, "I'm cumming!"
Your freshly-plucked flower is so tight that you can feel his cock throb. A moment passes and it throbs again and floods your waiting channel with his hot seed. The magic of the maze hastens conception. You let out a cry as Olaf's pleasure triggers your orgasm. Waves of love and happiness wash over you. Olaf is everything. You adore him. You will always love him.
"Oh, yes, Olaf!" you cry, fucking back against him and milking his spurting cock. "Thank you! Thank you for this beautiful moment!"
You fuck yourself senseless on his magnificent cock. He groans for you to stop, but you only half here him as you continue to impale your cum-stuffed quim on his gnome fuckstick. You churn his first load to a lewd froth and your clenching gutter sucks another load out of him in short order. You reach a new pinnacle of pleasure as Olaf fires inside you again.
"No more," he groans. "It's too sensitive."
He pulls his cock from your cumloaded quim with a slurp. You immediately turn and begin to roughly suck his cock, moaning with lust and devotion as you suckle is salty spunk-smeared shaft. He tries weakly to push you away, but all you can think about is making him cum again and again. You love him so much. You can't wait to have his children.
CONTINUE >
Special Encounter - Surrender your ass to him
Your lust has grown to dangerous levels and only having the goblin inside you will satisfy your twisted desires. There is no time to wonder what has happened to you, once a proper princess, as you kiss Yalak again and roughly squeeze his cock.
"I need you," you gasp against his lips. "I need you to...fuck me. My..."
You know there is only one possibility to satisfy your needs and avoid the fate of the dungeon. It is a shameful act, degrading you further, but you see no other way and once you have imagined it, you desire no alternative.
"Fuck my ass," you moan.
The goblin's beady eyes widen with surprise. Before he can answer, you are on your hands and knees for him. He caresses your ass, mesmerized by the soft paleness of it. You wet two fingers in your mouth and reach back to stroke your tender clench. You press insistently at your own hole, face burning with the heat of lust as your ass finally yields to your pressing fingers. Your spit-slicked digit slips into your hot hole and you and Yalak both let out a moan.
"So pretty," murmurs the gobli
n. He takes his cock out of his loincloth and grips it by its root. It twitches with his excitement and a strand of clear precum drips from the bobbing tip. "I mount small hole. Yes. You want?"
"I want very much," you cry, slipping your fingers out of your ass and slumping forward onto the tiles. Your weight rests on your breasts and shoulders. Your cheek presses against the cool tile. You can seem him over your shoulder, face in moving shadow from the fire as he stands behind the round heart-shape of your bottom and looks down at your stretched hole.
You experience a pang of guilt and shame, though after what you have endured already in this dungeon you thought yourself beyond such feelings. You imagine your mother watching you as the goblin steps up behind her and strokes his prick. You can almost see the contempt on her face as you - her precious daughter - willingly offers her ass to a lowly creature like a goblin. And yet, such a fantasy of shame only adds to your need.
"Fuck me," you moan to Yalak. "Mount my ass. Hold nothing back."
You are surprised as you see the face of the previously mild-mannered goblin suddenly twist into a snarl of aggression. He grips your ass with one clawed hand, so tightly that his claws sting against your flesh, and you feel his bulbous tip against your tender hole. He thrusts and with a sharp pain he overcomes your muscles and his very hot cock pushes into your tight passage. He fills you in a stroke, his bollocks banging against your slick cunt.
"Aaaarrrr!" he growls. "Human ass loves goblin shank. I fuck it good. I hold nothing back."
"Yes," you cry as he begins to pound his dick into you. "Yes! Fuck my human ass. I deserve it. I deserve...ohhh...to be fucked by that goblin cock."
He squeals with pleasure as his cock pounds to the root into your ass. His scrawny thighs slap against the soft cushion of your bottom. He leans over your back, holding your ass with both hands, spreading you wider and pushing as deep as his hot cockmeat can reach.
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