You study the iron doors. There are symbols carved into the stone above them. One seems to be a winged lion. The other a snake with a human head. The symbols are crude, so it is hard to be certain what they mean.
"Which door though?"
"Flame for warmth. You upset. You tired. You should rest. Then we go."
He urges you towards the burning brazier.
"Let me make food, Kirsten. It good. I promise." He tugs on his belt and shows you a stoppered gourd hanging from a length of leather. "Have wine to drink."
There is no indication of which door Camilla took and with your mind still reeling the little goblin might be right. This might be a good place to rest for a bit.
What do you do?
Rest with Yalak
Enter the winged lion door
Enter the human headed snake door
Encounter Ten - Have Fun With Giant Yalak
Your heart beats a little faster and there is a distinctive warmth between your thighs as you admire the new size of Yalak's green and pink goblin cock. You finish examining his minor arm wound and let your hand rest on the lean trunk of his thigh.
"You know," you say, looking up into his red eyes, "that spell can last almost ten minutes. That leaves seven or eight still to go. Want to, um..."
You reach out and tickle your fingertips against the peaking tip of his cock. Yalak jerks with surprise, but he immediately sees the opportunity and reaches down to cradle your back and pull your soft curves against him.
"You like big Yalak?" he laughs, his voice deeper. "Give big Yalak kiss."
"You got it, big guy," you say, sliding your hand beneath his shaft and lift his warm hose of cockflesh. You lean down and plant a gentle kiss on that bulbous tip.
"Yalak mean on lips, but this also good."
You giggle and give his cock another kiss. This time you open your mouth and let your wet tongue slowly slide across the roundness of his glans, over his fat slit, and around his cockhead as you peel back his foreskin. He grows hard quickly with your tongue teasing him and your hand supporting his shaft. His goblin cock swells to well over a foot in length and a thickness that makes you wince just thinking about him opening up either of your holes.
"This is almost too big," you say, hefting him with both hands.
"Not too big," growls Yalak, and he guides your mouth back to his cock.
You open wide for him, his fat glans pressing down your tongue and your lips stretched to allow you to pop his first few inches in your mouth. One hand works his fat shaft while you reach beneath his cock and fondle his dangling stones, your mind fixated on the thought of the geyser of cum they will produce.
Slurping on Yalak's giant fuckmeat is fun, but you want more. You unbelt your sword and untie your loincloth. Yalak murmurs and reaches down to fondle your bare bottom with his big hand.
"Lie down," you tell him. "I want to ride your big cock."
"Kirsten pretty, you stuck in maze if have baby."
"I'm not letting you in here," you say, stroking your quim. "Now lie back and I'll show you."
The goblin thumps down onto the floor and unfolds his long legs. His huge cock, glistening with spit and precum, sticks almost straight up. You sigh, imagining that monster member bursting through your maidenhead and prodding your womb. Yalak's eyes glitter as he watches you climb between his legs and catch his cock with both hands. You bend his giant cock gently towards his belly until it is flat against his belly. You straddle Yalak and sit your hot, furry cleft so your folds are resting against the underside of his shaft.
"Ohhhhh," groans Yalak. "I feel heat."
"Yeah, well, you got me nice and hot." You begin to move your hips, sliding on his cock as you balance your hands on his flat stomach. The lubrication spills from your hot quim, soaking down over Yalak's cock and further lubricating your movement. Your movements atop him press your clit against the underside of his glans. You reach behind your bottom and feel his bollocks already tightening against his root. Your warn him, "Not yet."
"Feel so good," says Yalak, reaching his huge hands up and fondling your tits.
"Yeah? Hold back, I want to feel good too." You ride him faster and faster, racing against his orgasm and the end to your spell. Just as you are sure he's about to explode all over his belly, you feel your pleasure bursting from inside your wet flower. You throw back your head, thrusting your hips down and grinding your quim against Yalak's giant goblin cock. You cry, "Yesssss!"
"Kirsten!" growls Yalak. "Shank feel too good!"
"Yes, cum for me! Cum!" you cry, working your hips furiously and so hard you feel as if you're going to split open against his throbbing cock.
Yalak grabs your ass roughly and thrusts against your quim, grinding even harder onto your pussy as his cock begins to shudder and violently jerk. Incredible streams of yellow-white gobling goo launch from his surging fuckmeat, hosing his belly and chest and splattering from his chiseled muscles to decorate your thighs. Each pump of his cock sends another thrill through your pussy and you fall forward, your tits splattering against his spunk-puddled chest.
Yalak's slime coats your breasts and his aftershocks of pleasure shudder through your glistening quim. You kiss him and taste the salty residue of his cum on his chest.
He begins to shrink with you still atop him and you quickly dismount. He looks almost pitiful, tiny and covered in so much cum, as if she ejaculated his body weight. The two of you clean up as best you can and you approach the iron-banded door out of the room.
"You not want to go that way, pretty Kirsten," says Yalak. "Bone man down there I think. He real bad."
"The bone man? What is he?"
"Bad man. Like dead things." Yalak smiles, revealing his fanged teeth. "I know better way. Secret. I like Kirsten I show you this way."
You don't like how Yalak keeps revealing his secrets one by one to you. Doesn't he trust you? Should you trust him? He reveals a secret door hidden between the stones. It opens into a dark and cool passage. There seems to be a rail track down the middle.
"So where does this go?" you ask uncertainly.
"Take us to Olaf. He good friend." He gestures back to where the manticore is hiding in the darkness. "We go before big monster come back. Olaf give us drink and help us."
You don't see much alternative.
"Alright, Yalak," you say, joining him at the secret door. "Lead the way."
You follow the track for a very long time, sometimes dipping deeper and sometimes crossing wide caverns that howl with subterranean winds. There are branches heading in other directions, but Yalak warns you away and urges you to follow after him.
"Almost there," he says. "Olaf just through here."
You reach a heavy iron door and Yalak begins to pound on it with both fists. After a long stretch of intermittent fist-pounding, the door swings open to reveal a natural chamber lit by gusts of flame and the long shadow of something very strange. Your eyes widen as the door opens fully and reveals the thing standing on the other side.
CONTINUE >
Special Encounter - Surrender
Your despair overwhelms your willingness to fight. With a last cry of hopeless anger, you let go of the flexing rim of the orifice and allow yourself to be pulled inside the creature. The tugging tentacle drags you up into the fleshy prison with a final slurp, your dangling arms and a ribbon of your blond hair are the last parts of you to disappear through the closing entrance.
The rim flexes tightly shut beneath your head. In the throbbing darkness you can feel the creature's heart beating all around you. There is a hiss and you are quickly submerged in warm liquid. Tendrils lining the inner surface of the chamber massage your body like a thousand gentle tongues. You close your eyes. Your loincloth begins to dissolve.
This is no monster that wants to breed with you. This monster is hungry.
Thanks to the sedative properties of the liquid you are drowning in, there is no pain. Darkness comes quickly inside the creature's gut as it feeds
on your flesh. Some hours later, the grotesque mouth opens and a slime-coated sword drops down into the pit below. The muscular tongue extends once more, a dangling invitation to any adventurer foolish enough to mistake it for a rope.
You've come all this way to become a snack. You have perished, your adventure is at an end.
< START OVER | INDEX
Aftermath - Escape to the Wizard's Tower
When you were being tutored, Oriodamus had either come to you or you had visited him at a modest hermitage in the woods not far from the castle. He seemed a very simple man, he dressed in plain robes and his furniture seemed handmade. This is in direct contrast to the location where you appear when the light dissipates from the spell sage's teleportation spell.
"Gods," whispers Jacinda.
Cool wind plucks at your hair and adds a slight chill to your naked body. You and the old wizard stand on the uppermost platform of an incredibly tall tower. At every turn of the compass, you see blue waters and clear skies meeting in a smooth horizon. Leaning over the railing of the platform, you feel a lurch in your stomach as you realize the tower is perched atop a tiny island and that the lush land is hundreds of feet below.
"Where is this place?" you ask. "The Sunny Sea?"
"Mmmmmm." Oriodamus leans on you for support. "Much farther than that. Come inside, princesses. Let us find you some robes and I will make you tea."
The elegant, brass-finished doors open into a lavish apartment and Oriodamus leads you inside. With each step, he seems to gather strength, as if this place is invigorating him. The doors of a closet open and soft , gossamer robes of various pastel colors drift to you and your sisters. You dress gratefully. The garments are modest in design, but the fabric is like frosted glass, revealing the intimate outlines of your bodies. You chuckle. Oriodamus always was a bit of a pervert.
The spell sage shows you to a parlor with cushioned couches and tables already decorated with appetizing pastries and sandwiches. He brings you tea and juice and sweetened milk. He listens patiently as you each relate the tale of your ordeal. Camilla was drugged and imprisoned in a glass jar by a creature with tentacles for a mouth. Jacinda was impregnated and milked by a slime, her breasts clearly enlarged by the ordeal. Heidi, your youngest sister, is perhaps fortunate that she cannot remember much of what occurred, only that many hands pulled her down to the ground and she was ravished.
You tell your story last, sparing some details but mostly conveying the horror of what you have endured. Your sisters cry and embrace you. Oriodamus looks on sympathetically. After eating, you each retire to a private room and bathe before you all wind up in Jacinda's room, sharing her bed and holding each other.
In the morning, Oriodamus treats you to much the same hospitality. When the opportunity arises, he pulls you aside. You immediately note that he is restored to full vigor.
"Your sisters have asked me about returning to Tarol," he says. "I do not think this is wise, princess. Tarol is in ruins and the majority of Madreg's army will be breaking up and fighting over the territory. I would return Jacinda, Heidi, and Camilla instead to the Lakelands. They were spared the worst of the fighting and they could make a very comfortable life there just trading on their family name."
"You did not mention me," you point out.
"No," says Oriodamus, walking to a window that faces the sea. "I am getting old, Kirsten. I am nearing two-hundred and have perhaps another decade before I must decide whether to pass on to the aura or become something less than a man."
You join him at the window.
"You want me to stay."
"Yes," he says. "There is much I can still teach you. I sense great power in you, Kirsten. You could become a great wizardess and, of course, together we could support your sisters in a very pleasant life in the Lakelands."
Oriodamus takes your hand and strokes your fingers in a way that reminds you of all the inappropriate ways he touched you. He would have you sit on his lap or caress you while he showed you how to position your fingers for a spell.
"Remember when you spanked me for drinking one of your potions?"
"Oh, my," he chuckles. "Yes. Deviltooth. You had those awful fangs for the better part of an afternoon."
"Yes, and you pulled up my skirt and spanked me on my bare bottom." You search him for any regrets. "Don't you think I was a bit old for that?"
"Hmph," he grumps. "A girl needs discipline. But... you are a woman now. No more spankings. More like equals."
"But you will still make me call you master?"
"Well, yes, I am a master wizard after all." He takes your other hand and pulls them both to his lips. He kisses them. "What do you say, my golden flower? Will you stay with me and blossom or go out into the ruins of the northlands and possibly wither?"
What do you desire?
You want to be a great wizardess
You want to be with your sisters
Special Encounter - Suck Olaf and Yank Yalak
Your fingers slip up and down over the precum-slicked shafts of Yalak and Olaf's cocks. All that brandy and all this hot, dripping cockflesh in your grasp is making you especially horny. A moan escapes your lips as you watch the gnome and goblin squirming. Yalak begins to fuck your fist, doing most of the work for you and freeing you up to turn your attention to Olaf.
"You have a nice cock," you blurt, your cheeks burning with the flush of drunken lust. "I want to suck it."
"Be my guest," laughs Olaf. He takes over stroking his cock and wags it invitingly. You know it's bad to want to put his cock in your mouth, being a virgin princess and all, but you frankly don't give a damn at the moment.
"Please allow me to repay your hospitality," you say, smiling as your face descends to the gnome's lap.
"No repayment necess... ohhhhh..."
Whatever he was trying to say about not needing to pay him back turns into a satisfied groan as you slurp him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around his cock. His salty-sweet precum sheaths his cock like the glaze on a candied plum. You slurp it up and pop your lips up and down over his straining fuckmeat. You bounce your tits on Olaf's legs as your head bobs on his throbbing tool.
"My dear... your mouth is... heaven," he gasps between each pop of your lips over his cockhead.
Yalak eagerly thrusts away at your hand, staring at your slurping blowjob for additional stimulation. If he's jealous, he keeps quiet about it and takes his pleasure from your stroking fingers. It isn't look before the goblin squeals with release and thrust so hard he lifts your hand up several inches. Yellow-tinged streams of goblin spunk fire from his twitching cock and spatter over your shoulder and drip down your back onto your legs and feet.
"Ohhhhh ffffuck," groans Olaf and he fires his thick cumload straight into your slurping mouth. You gulp down his sticky brine, tasting it as it slides down your throat and pumps across your tongue in diminishing gushes. You gather every drop of his load into your mouth and suck it down with a gulp.
Your lips pop free and you give the gnome's shrinking cock a kiss. You look at Yalak and give his prick a kiss too.
"Thanks boys," you say, sliding onto the bench between them. "Give me that brandy. I need another drink."
"You good with hand," pants Yalak, wagging his flaccid cock in his hand.
"Magic with your mouth!" Olaf salutes you with the brandy bottle and passes it over.
You take a long pull of the strong booze and lean back between them.
"I'll give you two a minute to catch your breath," you say, sweeping a sweat-damp lock of hair from your face. "Then we're going again. And I get to cum."
You glance at their cocks, wondering which one you can get hard again quicker.
CONTINUE >
Encounter One - Refuse his offer
Your lips curl in disgust at the thought of willingly taking the orc's cock in your mouth. You are a princess, after all, and your place is not on your knees servicing some brute like a common whore.
"Vile creature!" you shout. "I'll n
ever touch you!"
Grabbing your loincloth and sword belt, you rush past the orc, running for the door. The green skin roars and seizes your wrist as you brush past him. Before you can offer any counter to his powerful grasp, he swings you face-first into the stone wall. Your breasts smash into the cold stone and the air is knocked from your lungs.
"Human bitch!" snarls the orc. "You not give mouth? Then I take. I take ass!"
"Noooo!" you cry.
The orc pins you hard into the wall with a forearm against the back of your neck. He gathers your hands in his other hand and twists them behind your back. He must weigh at least twice what you do and when he presses into you there is no escaping.
"Stupid human bitch," snarls the orc. "Lobok always true to word."
He kicks your feed wide apart and you wail as you hear the awful sound of his belt being undone. You close your eyes, but darkness is no defense for the hot, hard flesh of his cock smacking against the roundness of your bottom.
Lobok spits loudly and you jerk as a hot gob of his saliva lands on your crack and seeps between your cheeks. He guides his cock to your soft buttocks and pushes between them. His cockhead presses against your spit-damp entrance. You clench tight and whine with horror.
"Relax," grunts Lobok. "Relax or hurt you bad with shank."
Relaxing is impossible with his thick cock spreading your ass and his hot, velvet bludgeon pressing against your tender wrinkle. Your gasp of shock becomes a squeal of clenching pain as Lobok skewers your tight asshole with his fat orc dick. The hot, ring-stretching length of his cock sinks into your bowels and you are filled with his throbbing meat.
"So tight," he hisses in your ear. "You like this, human."
He rests heavily against your back and begins to fuck his cock in and out. Your instinct is to clench tightly against the violation, but you fight to relax in the face of the pain. Somehow, perhaps the lusty magic that hangs over this awful labyrinth, you manage to relax. Lobok spits again and his spit lubes the merciless ram of his cock.
Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder Page 77