Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 3

by Amanda Clover

  “You need to go,” growls Benjin, stilling panting like a dog. “My urges are too strong. If you wait, I will need to mate with you. Both of you.”

  I push myself up on my hands and knees. There’s so much cum dripping out of my ass that I can’t leave in this condition.

  “Nellie, I can’t go anywhere like this,” I say, spreading my ass so she has an even better view.

  “Oh, my, that is messy,” she giggles. “How am I supposed to clean that up?”

  A very naughty way occurs to me.

  What do I tell her?

  Tell her to clean me with a strip of cloth!

  Tell her to clean my ass with her tongue!

  The edge of the forest

  Nellie’s glowing globe floats out of the trees and into a clearing. The light reveals a monolithic stone wall that curves away in both directions and reaches a hundred feet or more into the sky. Set in the door is a heavy iron door pitted with rust. The globe hovers next to the entrance and as we join it I see that there is a simple pull-ring handle and massive iron hinges caked in rust.

  “I think we’re supposed to go in there,” I say. There are no markings or design on the door. Like the wall it gives little indication of what lies within.

  Nellie turns back and gives the forest a last look. She sighs and her creamy breasts heave in her bodice.

  “I know it is a lie,” she murmurs. “But it pains me to leave this place behind. It almost felt like we were free.”

  “Pretty, sure, but it’s just another dungeon,” I say. A distant howl serves as a reminder that there is a beast out there somewhere still hungry for our bodies. “Let’s go, Nellie, before the horny furball catches up with us.”

  I grab the pull-ring and tug with all my weight. The door shifts and groans on its hinges. Rust flakes off as the door swings toward us and permits the glowing globe to float inside. The light reveals a stony staircase that plunges deep underground. A cold, dank smell drifts up and I can hear the faint sound of water gurgling beneath us.

  “Not exactly welcoming,” I say, but the werewolf howls again and we hurry through the door. I pull it shut behind us and it closes with a boom that surely alerts any lurking monsters to our presence.

  Nellie leads the way down the stairs, pushing the globe ahead of us with slight gestures of her hand. The air grows cooler and damp as we emerge into a wide room with a low ceiling. The damp, rounded stonework everywhere gives the impression of a dungeon that has been flooded many times. Moss grows on the stones and as we emerge from the stairwell magical torches burst to life.

  “At least I can give this a rest,” says Nellie, snapping her fingers and making the globe disappear. “Oh, look over there! A chest!”

  She points to a large, gilded treasure chest. It looks the sort of thing a pirate captain or a king might keep his most valuable treasure inside. The lid is open slightly and golden light reflects from objects piled inside. Nellie heads straight for it, her huge breasts bouncing up and down as she runs across the room. I move a little more slowly, searching for pressure plates, tripwires, or floors that might give way.

  “Careful!” I shout to her. “Zimon is tricky.”

  Nellie barely seems to hear me as she runs straight up to the treasure chest and falls to her knees. I hear something to my left and whirl to face it. A small black lizard scurries out from a grate in the floor and darts back in again. It doesn’t seem to be a threat. But maybe water will flow out of that grate and flood the whole--

  “Ahhhhh!” Nellie cries out, but her voice is almost instantly muffled. I hear a loud, disgusting slurping sound as I turn back to the chest.

  Nellie’s legs are sticking out from the lid of the chest, kicking frantically. Her boot has fallen off one foot and her dainty toes curl as pink and purple tendrils grab hold of her legs and pull those into the chest as well. The lid slams shut and two baleful red eyes open on the front of the chest’s lid and stare at me. To my shock, the seam of the lid curls into a smile that drips with slime. I can hear Nellie crying out and thumping around inside the chest.

  “What in the name of the gods just happened?” I wonder aloud.

  “What do you think just happened?” The chest asks in a rough voice. “I ate the elf.”

  “You… ate Nellie?” I feel a cold jerk of fear as I stare at the evil chest.

  “Well, she started reaching inside me and I’m hungry, so yeah, I ate her.” When the chest speaks it opens its lid slightly and I can see a translucent pink membrane and things moving around inside it. Nellie is still alive, even if this creature did swallow her whole. “Why don’t you come over here, girlie. I’ll show you my treasure.”

  He opens his lid wider and gold coins and wands and gems push into view like a kid showing you a mouthful of food. I draw my sword and shout, “Give me back my friend!”

  “Mmmmmmm! No, I don’t think so! She’s delicious! Mmmm! Very ticklish!” I hear a muffled wail from inside the chest. “Come and get her! It’s not so bad. It feels good. Look!”

  The chest opens wide, the treasure sliding out view again and revealing a pink membrane covering a bulging chamber lined with wiggling tentacles. Inside, I see Nellie, covered in slime and stripped naked, writhing in the giant chest as tentacles caress her, tickle her, and rub and her holes. She is struggling, but she doesn’t really seem to be fighting them. She seems to be enjoying them. Her eyes lock with mine through the slimy pink membrane and a flicker of sense seems to pierce the trance of pleasure. She shouts something that is muffled inside the chest. It might be “help me” but it might be “join me.”

  The lid slams closed over the membrane and those red eyes stare at me again.

  “Put down the sword,” growls the chest. “I can’t digest metal.”

  “Digest?” I gasp.

  “Well, yeah, it’s magical digestion. Not gross like how you animals do it. I turn girls into choice bits of treasure. Like this…” A tentacle curls from inside the chest and it’s gripping a delicate wand decorated with a slender nude woman. “Reached in here about a month ago. She was real yummy. We had lots of fun together and now she’s a magic wand. I’ve got swords and helmets, a cloak, and lots of pretty gems.”

  It sounds both horrifying and fascinating. To be devoured by this monster mimicking a chest and turned into treasure is about right for the sort of fate I’d expect to meet in a wizard’s dungeon.

  “You’re not trying to mate with us?” I ask.

  “Oh, sure, that’s fun,” laughs the chest. “Do you want to get felt up? I’m giving it to the elf real good. No reason a pretty human like you can’t join in the fun. C’mon. I don’t bite. Well, I do, but just the once. Chomp! Heh heh heh!”

  I grip my sword tightly, torn about what I can even do to rescue Nellie from this predicament. One thing is certain: if I surrender to this thing, it’s going to eat me. I’ll be trapped inside it and digested into treasure. I shudder at the thought.

  What should I do?

  Keep up my guard as I approach the mimic

  Use a Finesse Attack

  Use a Power Attack

  Talk to the mimic

  Flee from the mimic

  Surrender meekly to the mimic

  Surrender eagerly to the mimic

  Flee from the slime

  I stare at the huge, bubbling bulk of the slime. Its vague face spreads into a smile and it slides towards me.

  “Nellie, run,” I murmur, my sword raised and my heart pounding. “I can’t stop this thing.”

  “W-what?” She whispers, still clinging to my back.

  “RUN!” I shout, sheathing my sword, grabbing her hand, and turning to run. “There has to be a way out of here!”

  We dash for the columns lining the wall of the chamber. The zyggoth is slurping and sliding behind us. The light from Nellie’s floating orb glows through its body, casting strange purple shadows over us.

  “I don’t see anything!” I shout, searching frantically.

  “I can see throu
gh the darkness,” cries Nellie. “There! A staircase!”

  She gives my arm a tug and summons the glowing globe. I see it now, an arched doorway and a staircase winding up into the darkness. She takes the lead. The slime is right on our heels, burbling with annoyance that we seem to be escaping. Tendrils of violet goo reach out for us and I slice them away, allowing us to dash clear of its reach.

  Nellie stumbles and falls to one knee. I lift her up, her breasts bouncing bare of her torn bodice. She looks at me gratefully as we reach the stairs and begin to climb them.

  I can hear wet slurping and slapping against the steps just behind us. A glance back confirms my worst fears as I see the violet mass of slime slosh into the stairwell and begin flowing up the steps. We climb higher and higher. My legs ache and I am desperately out of breath.

  “Just ahead,” cries Nellie. “There! A hallway!”

  The slime is not far behind us as we emerge from the stairwell and into a long hallway. There is a heavy door at the end of the hall, but the door is behind an iron gate. As I run towards it, my food depresses a hidden panel in the floor. My full body weight presses down on the panel and the gate begins to rise. I step off the panel and the gate crashes down again in an instant.

  “It’s a pressure plate,” cries Nellie. “The gate is opened by a pressure plate.”

  The slime is filling the hallway behind us, spreading its oozing body wide so that it can obstruct the entire passage. There is no going back. I realize the meaning of the pressure plate activation for the gate: one of us will have to stay behind to hold the gate open for the other person.

  “I might be able to wedge my sword into the plate and hold it open so… so…” The gate clatters up as I struggle to hold it down with my sword, but I can already see that it won’t work. There is no gap between the depressed plate and the wall of the depression beneath it. I can’t even work the tip of my sword between the two.

  Nellie’s soft hands cradle my face. She makes me lift my gaze and look into her blue eyes.

  “It’s almost here, Beatrix,” she whispers, a smile forming on her lips. “Go. Go and I will stand on the plate.”

  “No, Nellie,” I say.

  “You saved my life,” she says, her eyes wet with emotion. “Let me save yours. I will stand on the plate. You go through.”

  My heart aches at her sincerity. There is no time to convince her, no time to debate. The slime is almost upon us. I must either agree or take her place and push her through the gate.

  “Bloooo!” The slime calls, seeming to taunt us as it approaches.

  “Go,” says Nellie, squeezing my hands.

  What should I do?

  Reluctantly let Nellie stand on the pressure plate to open the gate

  Stand on the plate and hold the gate open for Nellie

  Flee from the werewolf

  “Run, Nellie,” I whisper, holding my sword up. “Run!”

  “I am not leaving you, Beatrix!” She cries.

  “Go! I will catch up to you!” I say, brandishing my sword as I stare down the approaching werewolf.

  Thankfully, Nellie heeds my advice, letting go of my shoulder and running behind me. I hear her splashing across the stream and running for the woods behind us.

  “She won’t get far,” snarls the werewolf. “I will chase her down and tear off her clothes. I will pin her to floor of the forest and fuck my pups into her elf cunt!”

  “Not very nice,” I say, edging away from him. He charges at me and I dodge out of his path, rolling on the ground and almost losing my grip on my sword in the process. As I come to my feet, I sheath my sword and I run. I do not look back.

  It takes me a moment to realize that I am running in entirely the wrong direction. Nellie is nowhere to be seen. I want to call out to her, find my way to her, but I do not dare reveal my location to the werewolf. Sometimes he seems to be snarling only a few paces away from me and others he seems to be in the distance, howling into the night.

  Without warning, he crashes through the trees in front of me, leaves and twigs clinging to his furry body. His eyes are wild, his tongue lolling from his jaws, and his lewd red cock jutting from his bestial sheath. I cannot help but notice that it is dripping wet and oozing drops of white cum.

  “Your turn, Beatrix,” he growls.

  “What do you mean?” I cry.

  “I’ve already given pups to the elf,” he snarls with laughter. “Now I give them to you!”

  I turn to run in the opposite direction, fear and despair surging inside me, but it is far too late for that. Benjin is on me in a single leap, knocking me to the ground. He bites the back of my neck, his jaws closing just enough to let me know he could he rip out my spine. His clawed hands tears at my blouse and shred my trousers. In seconds, I am naked and whimpering, on my hands and knees with the werewolf’s furry body pressing down against my back.

  Worse than the fear or the pain of his raking claws is the lust. Gods, but my pussy is throbbing at the thought of being mounted. I want it in the dirtiest way possible. I want to be fucked by a werewolf. He holds the backs of my legs and snorts and sniffs at my cunt and my ass. It is humiliating right up until he begins to lick my pussy and ass with his long, warm, flexible tongue.

  “Delicious,” he growls, sliding his warm tongue over my folds and into my crack. He licks me again and again, until I am whimpering and trembling with need. My thighs quake and my fingertips tighten in the soft earth. “You want this, Beatrix. Admit it.”

  “No,” I whimper. “No, I want you to stop.”

  His clawed fingers massage my pussy, spreading it as he strokes the bud of my clit. I cannot stop myself from moaning with pleasure.

  “Turn over,” he says.

  “W-what?” I gasp. “Please, do not make me turn over.”

  “On your back,” he snarls, his anger sending a cold lash of fear up my back. “You will look upon me as I defile you with my seed.”

  His powerful hands roll me onto my back. I could fight him, but I lie there on my back, my creamy thighs parted, pink pussy on display, and my breasts covered in pine-needles as they heave with each breath I take.

  “The elf didn’t fight much either,” chuckles Benjin, the words thick on his lupine tongue.

  “Is…is she alright?” I gasp, trying not to stare at his red cock jutting over me.

  “Better,” says the werewolf. “She has been bred. She knows the true happiness of being my bitch.”

  He thrusts his cock into my slick pussy, the blunt tip forcing past my lips and the slippery length of it stretching my inner walls. He is huge and it feels incredible. I moan, writhing on the ground beneath him as he leans his face close to mine. I shut my eyes as his steamy breath wafts in my face and his huge cock begins furiously thrusts into my tight pussy.

  It is nothing like being fucked by a man. His hips move like he is a machine, thrusting relentlessly into my pussy, each stroke so deep that I can feel the furry cuff of his sheath rubbing against the lips of my cunt. His tongue lashes my lips and chin, licking me like an excited dog. When I open my mouth to say something, to beg him to stop (or maybe beg him for more) his tongue slides into my mouth. Now that is weird, I’ll admit, but it feels so hot with his cock pounding into my pussy that I just go with it. I’m kissing a werewolf. Swapping slobber, as my gross cousin used to say about his girlfriends.

  “Ohhhh, it’s so big, Benjin,” I cry against his tongue.

  “It is about… mmmmm… to get bigger,” he growls. I feel it a moment later, pushing at my already-stretched cuntlips. His cock is swelling, bulging, pushing into my pussy. He forces the bulge past my stretched folds and plugs me with the fat, throbbing root of his cock.

  His knot, I realize. He is knotting me like a dog with its bitch. It’s depraved and strange and almost painful I am stretched so wide.

  Then his cock begins to twitch and Benjin throws back his lupine head and howls. His cock pumps into my aching pussy, spurting his hot sperm against my fertile womb. I
n an instant, the magic of the dungeon works, and my life is forever changed. The gushes of the werewolf’s hot seed pour into me and impregnate me and my ecstasy explodes from that union. My inner walls clamp around him and I wrap my arms and legs around his powerful furry body.

  “Yes! Oh, yes, my love!” I cry, joy filling me as I cum harder than I have ever cum before. “Fill me, Benjin! Fill me with your seed! Breed my human pussy!”

  “AWWWWOOOOOO!” He howls again, slamming and sloshing his cock into my creamy pussy until his spunk has filled me completely.

  I understand it all. My fears and anger fade away and I realize my destiny. I was trapped in this dungeon to become the bitch to a werewolf. I have never been happier.

  CONTINUE >

  Pleasure her golden cunt with my tongue

  There is nothing quite like the pleasure of a good tonguing and I intend to show Nellie that I know my way around her fluffy golden elf cunt. Our lips are so perfect together that I hesitate to break the kiss. I whisper against her mouth, “I have to taste you.”

  “Oh, Beatrix,” she moans, pulling away from me to rest her weight on her braced arms. Her huge breasts shift and spread as she leans her shoulders back. She looks at me with heavy eyes, parts her shapely thighs, and says, “Please. Let me feel your tongue.”

  I do not know if I am inclined to prefer women to men. It is not a thought that had occurred to me before I met Nellie. Whatever my proclivities, I am smitten by the sight of the beautiful elf and her blushing, blonde-tufted cunt. I crawl between her shapely thighs, caressing her supple flesh and lowering my face to her dewy petals. Her scent is sweet and fresh despite all we have been through. I breathe it in, savoring her as I brush my lips against Nellie’s delicate folds. She cries out softly, stroking my head with her hand and watching me rub a teasing kiss against her quim.