You stand slowly and calmly, staring the orc in the eyes as you unbuckle your sword belt and let it drop to your feet. He stops advancing and looks at you with confusion. You raise your hands and kick the sword belt towards him.
"I yield," you say.
A thrill shudders your breasts and up to your shoulders as you speak the words of surrender. You are deciding your own fate, giving yourself over to this orc, and that act of submission excites you further.
"You give up?" The orc's face twists into a tusky smile. "What a good human. You know your place. You want to be bred by me?"
You swallow your doubts, hold his evil gaze, and answer, "Yes."
He steps close, the sour smell of his sweat almost overbearing, his breath hissing through his flared nostrils. He shoves his fingers into your loincloth, pawing at your quim, squeezing you until you let out a cry. He laughs and tears your loincloth away.
"Pretty human. On your knees. Pleasure my shank."
He shoves you to your knees and unbuckles his belt. His loincloth drops and his fat, green cock springs free. You know what he wants and you give it to him, overcoming your revulsion at his musk and running your tongue up the sour length of his shaft. You take him in your mouth. You suck him and look up over his big belly as you bob your mouth on his cock. The more your tongue and lips slurp against him, the greater your desire.
The orc pulls you atop him, dragging your legs over his head and pulling your round bottom and glistening quim onto his face. You let out a satisfied cry as his tongue delves into your aching trench. He slurps at your honey-slick velvet and fucks you with his tongue. His fingertip teases the hot crinkle of your anus. You grind back on his mouth, moaning as you return your lips to the orc's fat, green cock with its bulbous pink tip.
Whatever his savagery, the orc's fat tongue is gentle. It laps at your slit. It dives into your slick channel and he sucks the cum from your throbbing quim. His tongue wets your ass. His finger pushes into your hole and you cry out around his cock. You redouble your efforts, sucking and bobbing on him as your orgasm grows. With a last cry of pleasure, you lift your head and push your pussy back against his tongue as waves of ecstasy ripple through your body.
"Suck!" he growls and continues to lap at your cunt.
You tighten your lips around his cock, slipping them up and down his straining shaft. Your spit soaks down to his balls. You take him to the back of your throat, nearly gagging, and work your fist up and down to the root of his cock.
You feel him tense beneath you. He groans into your pussy and a hot spurt of his cum floods your mouth. You greedily gulp his spewing spunk. You take his cock as deep as you can manage and siphon the pumping cum from his dick. It sticks in your throat and warms your belly. You lick and suck and coax out every drop.
The orc rolls you onto your back and embraces you with unexpected tenderness. He kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth. The taste is unpleasant, but that does little to dim your arousal. Your tongues mingle. You run your tongue against the curve of his tusks. His chainmail-garbed chest rubs against your sensitive nipples.
"You will be comeliest in village," he promises, sucking at the flesh of your shoulder. "All warriors will envy me."
His mouth moves to your breasts. He fondles them with both hands, thumbs stroking your nipples as he licks his way between them. When he sucks at your breast you cry out as the suction pulls half your tender flesh into his mouth. He squeezes and kisses and sucks you until the fat hose of his cock begins to stiffen against your hand.
"Fuck me now," you gasp. "Breeeed me!"
"So eager!" laughs the orc. "Very well human. I fuck you good."
He pushes you onto your back and climbs atop you. His wide body parts your legs. His hardness presses against the velvet flower of your cunt. Your eyes meet. You bite your lip, anticipating the pain, but you are so overheated his huge cock fills you with nothing but pleasure as he thrusts into you.
"Oh, it's huge!" you cry.
"And you so tight. A good fit."
The orc pounds his cock into you, faster and faster, your honeyed quim slicking his shaft as it pumps in and out. The heavy eggs of his balls rest against your tender wrinkle. The tip of his cock prods your cervix. Your breasts shake with each thrust of his cock. Sweat glistens on your bodies. Your mutual heat rises together towards an inferno of ecstasy.
He stays atop you, inside you, long after his cum has stopped flowing and his cock has begun to soften.
"Do not fear my soft, pink human," he says. "I will not give you to another or sell you to a slaver. You are too pretty. You smell too good. You will be mine forever and you will grow fat with many pups. Is that what you desire?"
"Yes!" you cry, even as you know that your newfound love for the orc is in part because of the spells that that bastard sorcerer has cast over the labyrinth.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Eight - Fuck him with your muddy tits
You know exactly what you want to do with your muddy "milkbubs." You crawl on your hands and knees and the goblin climbs atop a log. His bony fingers tangle in his loincloth and he pulls it off, exposing his hairless groin and the pinkish-green of his cock. It's no longer than your finger, maybe a little thicker, with a slightly bulbous tip and a slit leaking with clear liquid.
The goblin wraps his hand around it and stroke it slowly while looking at your mud-smeared breasts. He waggles his cock in your face, teasing it as if he might push it into your mouth.
"You suck out seed from shank?" he asks, finally brushing the tip against your lips.
"I have something better in mind," you say, rising higher on your knees.
You lift your slippery breasts in your hands, crushing them together and pressing them against the goblin's cock. He lets out a whine of pleasure, almost like a dog, as you push and squeeze him between your mud-slicked tits. You ride down his cock until your breasts mash against his thighs and then slip back up, completely swallowing the goblin's finger-length fucktool in your tight cleavage.
"Ohhhh, pretty human," moans the goblin. "Never feel milkbub like this."
"And I've never even seen a goblin's prick before," you giggle.
You roll your hips and slither the warm cushions of your tits up and down the goblin's hardness. Your hands keep your breasts tightly pressed around him and your nipples drag against his thighs. The goblin pants with pleasure and begins to thrust his cock into the warm valley between your tits. You pause only once, to slap more lubricating mud between your tits, before returning to wanking him in that lusciously soft vice.
"Ohhhh shank feel so good," moans the goblin. "Make my seed come out!"
The mud on your breasts makes lewd slurping sounds as you slide faster and faster on the straining goblin's cock. Despite all the lubrication, the friction warms your chest. You tuck your chin to look down and watch the goblin's cock popping from between your squeezed breasts on each stroke.
"Aaaaaiiiieee!" cries the little beast.
His cockhead, colored almost crimson, suddenly throbs and lashes your chest and chin with a white rope of pungent cum. You slow your movements, pressing more tightly with your breasts as you wank his cock between them. Hot cum pumps out, most of it sliding back down between your tits, but some of its decorating your neck and the tops of your muddy breasts. You squeeze him between your tits until he lets out a little yelp and pulls back.
"Have I proved that I'm serious?" you ask, admiring the mixture of mud and goblin cum now smeared all over and between your breasts.
"Yes," pants the goblin. "Yalak believe you now."
Yalak seems to steady himself. He is still out of breath and his cock is still dripping with the last drops of his semen, but at least he no longer looks like he is about to topple over.
"Must breed you," he says. "Make sure you belong Yalak."
"You want to possess me?" you ask.
"Yes," says the goblin. "So only Yalak get. Not whole tribe."
You think you understand. If Yala
k is the one who seeds your quim, you will be spared the indignity of being humped by the whole lot of his brethren. The fact that this bargain is a relief is a guilty reminder of just how far you have fallen by surrendering to the goblin.
"Shall I lie back?" you ask, rubbing between your thighs and feeling your aroused heat.
"You on top," says the goblin. "Watch milkbubs. Like see them go up and down."
Of course, the little beasty has already fallen for your ample bosom. He wants to let you do all the work and enjoy the added benefit of watching your breasts jiggle. Lucky for the little beasty, you are just aroused enough to do it.
Yalak does not resist as you push him onto his back. You let your filthy tits drag over his cock and stroke him with your hand as you look into his inhuman eyes. He gasps with pleasure and humps against your fingers.
"Horny little devil," you whisper. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," cries the goblin. "Put on shank."
You hold his cock steady as you straddle him. You wonder if he knows that you are a virgin. That you are surrendering you are surrendering your very worth to him as a marriageable princess. Your quim aches for his cock. Perhaps the magic of the dungeon is working on your desires or perhaps you have always, deep down, wanted to ride the cock of a little monster like Yalak.
"Ohhhh," you moan, teasing him against your slick groove. "Here we...ahhhh!"
You slide down onto him, impaling your maidenhead on the slick hardness of Yalak's cock. It is a sharp pain that dulls quickly to a throb. You begin to move atop him, your wet channel becoming deliciously hot as you move.
Your breasts heave with each twitch of your hips and slap of your bodies. Yalak reaches up and squeezes your tits in his hands. The soft flesh mashes between his fingers. The jutting pink of your hard nipples cap your quivering breasts.
"Soooo pretty!" moans Yalak. "Pretty body so warm. Make Yalak seed again."
You move faster and faster, briefly lost in your own pleasure as you ride the goblin towards your orgasm. You are aware that his little cock is swelling, that his ridges are brushing against your clit more and more, but you are in the throes of ecstasy when you feel his cum erupt. It is a liquid head and pressure inside you. Your tight quim squeezes against his throbs and suddenly, without further warning, you feel an overwhelming rush of ecstasy.
"Yessss!" you cry. "Seed my cunt, my master! My love! Fill me with your seed!"
Your milking cunt spasms around him, your orgasm prolonged by the mind-controlling pleasure of your submission. You love the goblin and you know, in that instant, that you will always be with him.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fifteen - You Want His Cock In Your Ass
There really was no choice at all. Put a supernatural wolf cock in your mouth or get your bottom mounted by a human stud like Bjorn. Why would you ever choose an animal when you have a sweet hunk of man meat dangling right in front of you? What would Ashara do?
"Alright, Bjorn," you say, reaching to your sword belt and beginning to unbuckle it. "You can have me from behind. But be gentle. I'm very... tight."
You drop the sword belt to your feet with a thump and follow with the loincloth, exposing yourself completely to the huge Noorman. A smile curves his lips and he steps towards you, already pulling off his shirt. You dance back from him, turn, and walk over to his chair. You lean over the back of it, resting your elbows on the oiled wood and allow your tits to hang over the chair. With your feet spread wide apart, your pussy and ass are both lewdly exposed.
"Is this what you want?" You look back at him over your shoulder and smack your shapely ass.
"You know it is! What a lovely rump!"
Bjorn laughs and strips out of his trousers as he comes towards you. Gods, his cock is huge! Thick and not even fully erect as he takes it in his hand and strokes it to skin back the head. You thought you were showing him how you could take charge, but as the chiseled blond giant steps up behind your naked body, your heart is hammering and you're afraid of that cock.
"B-be gentle," you say, looking back at him.
"Of course," he says, stroking your bottom with both hands, spreading your cheeks and trailing his fingers over the inner curve of your cleft. "Let me get you warmed up."
He puts two fingers into his mouth and they come back out glistening wet. You watch as he lowers his dripping fingers to your ass. You look away as those warm, wet digits make contact with your tender divot. He spreads the wetness onto your clenched asshole and begins to rub his fingers around your rim. It feels good. Then he begins to push, working his fingers into your ass, and it hurts a little. He overcomes your clench and those fingers slide into your hot asshole.
"Nnnnnnaaaa," you cry out softly.
"You are tight," says Bjorn, working his fingers slowly in and out. He spits loudly into your crack and gathers the saliva on his thrusting fingers. The discomfort you felt initially begins to fade as his fingers work in and out. He strokes the softness of your ass with his other hand. "That's it. Relax for me. Push back onto my fingers and show me what feels good."
You push back onto his fingers, feeling your little asshole opening as you take him to the base of each digit. You work your hips and thrust back and forward, taking him, and learning to enjoy the sensation. You shift your arm beneath your body and reach a hand between your thighs to touch your clit.
"That's good," says Bjorn. "Good girl. Are you ready for the real thing?"
"Yes," you say, feeling less certain than you sound.
Bjorn gently withdraws his fingers from our ass and walks around to the front of the chair. His cock is hard and even bigger than before. He strokes it and brings it up to your face.
"Suck it a little," he says. "Get it wet."
That wasn't part of the deal, but you see his point and lean your head down over the back of the chair so he can raise his cock to your mouth. You run your tongue all over the tip, tasting his salty precum and his surprisingly clean cockmeat. You let your mouth fill with saliva and as you engulf his tip you bathe him in a thick wash of spit. Your saliva drools down his shaft as you gently bob your mouth on his cock. You strum your clit as you suck him. He pulls his hardness away just as you are beginning to enjoy him in your mouth.
His cock pops free of your lips and you let out a whimper of disappointment. His hand traces along your side and back around to your ass as Bjorn steps behind you.
"Relax now," his voice rumbles. He spreads your ass with the fingers of one hand. A moment later his hardness is against your lubricated hole, wet and warm, like a huge tongue pressing firmly between your cheeks. The pressure grows steadily.
"Too big," you moan.
"No," he says, pushing harder. Your ass stretches to allow his huge cock inside and he slides into your tender pink pucker. You open around his fat shaft and his hardness fills your aching depths. As he begins to thrust steadily into you, that pain recedes and is replaced by the warmth and pressure of his cock.
Bjorn seems to know your limits and he pushes you right to the edge of discomfort. He drives harder and harder into you, his body slapping against your ass and his cock plunging deep into your stretched hole. Your head bounces with each stroke and more than once the chair scoots and you have to slightly reposition yourself. He takes hold of your hips, pumping his cock into you, giving it to you hard as you furiously stroke your clit.
"I'm going to cum," you realize aloud.
"Cum for me then," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Cum for this big cock."
Wordless pleasure escapes your lips as you let yourself go. No fear. No pain. Just the hot pleasure of your orgasm, radiating from your clitoris to the clenching ring of your ass. You decide that you love his cock, at least a bit, and love the way it feels plunging into your ass. He pulls it out of you and spits again to add to the lubrication.
His grip tightens on your hips. You can feel him getting bigger, stretching you wider. He leans into you and you push back into him, slamming your ass against his hi
ps and impale yourself onto that hard cock. The feel of his orgasm is a throbbing, accompanied by pressure and fullness as his hot load gushes into your ass. He pulls out as he is still cumming, draw his cock into his hand and firing the last gooey spurts of his seed onto your stretched hole and dripping down your wet quim.
"God of Luna," groans Bjorn. "Your ass is incredible. I could spend a hundred loads into you, until I have only blood."
"A lovely image," you say, massaging his cum into your ass. "How about you hand me a wet cloth to clean this up?"
"I cannot convince you to stay," he says, stroking his cock invitingly.
"No," you look away, lest he succeed. "My sisters are still in this dungeon, as I have said. I am sorry you may be punished by Madreg, but I cannot remain here with you."
A resigned expression comes over Bjorn's handsome face and he fetches you a cold, wet rag to clean yourself with. You dress and make your way to the black door. He heaves it open and steps aside, showing you the darkened room.
"Good luck to you, Kirsten," he says.
You embrace him and give him a kiss.
"To you as well," you reply.
You step into the room and into almost total darkness. The floor is rocky and strewn with tiny pebbles that roll beneath your feet. There is a single round entrance cut into this stone floor, smooth and perfect, and from within you can hear a howling wind. There is the start of an iron ladder bolted into the curved shaft. You do not want to go back down, into the underworld of Madreg's dungeon, but you see no alternative.
You climb down into the darkness.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Eight - The Goblin Hunter
You are making your way through the jungle, trying to avoid thorns and the giant centipedes you have seen slithering like red snakes in the undergrowth, when you hear a soft singing. You stop immediately, crouching behind a ropy tree as you listen.
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