Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 3

by Amanda Clover

  She trembles and moans, “Oh, please, Beatrix. I cannot bear this teasing.”

  I run my fingers over her folds, parting her delicate quim just enough to reveal the inner pink. It glistens with her arousal and her inner channel contracts with her excitement.

  “I cannot bear to tease you any longer,” I moan, lunging that last distance and surrendering to my desire to taste her cunt. I tongue her parted folds, my tongue slipping between them and over the sweet entrance of her pussy. I feel the unmistakable hardness of her clit and I direct my attention to that precious bud, licking it and circling it with my tongue.

  “Oooooooh,” croons Nellie, curling her fingers in my hair and pulling me against her steamy cunt. “That is the perfect spot. Oh, yes, just there, Beatrix. You have found my clit.”

  “Mmmmhmmmnnnn,” I agree, alternating between licking her bud of pleasure and pressing soft kisses to it. I catch that tiny bud between my lips and gently suck, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from Nellie. I suck harder and she squirms against my face, smearing more of her sweet nectar on my lips and chin. I push her back down, holding her thighs apart even as I spread her cunt with my other hand.

  There is nothing holding me back now. No reluctance or fear. I tongue her cunt with relish, looking up over her heaving breasts and into her sparkling blue eyes. Those eyes are heavy with pleasure, her hand caressing my shoulders and the back of my head as I lap at her sweet pussy. I pull her shapely thighs over my shoulders and she cries out with delight.

  “Oh, Beatrix, I am so very close,” she cries and arches on the bedroll, thrusting her hot seam against my tongue. Her thighs squeeze around my head and her plush bottom lifts off the ground. I can feel the tension build in her muscles. I suck and lick relentlessly at her clit, each swipe of my tongue seeming to tighten her muscles more until, with a cry that echoes through the darkness, Nellie begins to spasm with pleasure. Her breasts shake and her thighs clench tightly around my head. I suck at her clit, pulsing that suction rhythmically as her juices spill over my lips and chin.

  “Ahhhhh!” Nellie’s cry of pleasure is a prolonged note, vibrating through her body and into mine. She bucks a few times, smearing more of her cum against my face, until finally she relaxes back onto the bedroll.

  I persist, letting her legs slide from my shoulders, but bending them back above her to expose more of her cunt and the pale pink knot of her anus. It glistens with spilled nectar and clenches with aftershocks of her pleasure. I rub it gently with two fingers as I thrust my tongue deep into the hot, quaking folds of her cunt.

  “Beatrix, I am still tender from my peak,” she gasps, jerking with aftershocks. “You do not need to continue.”

  “Yet I do,” I chuckle, lapping slow licks at her clit and gently sliding my two fingers into her cunt. Her inner walls tighten around my digits, squeezing them as she gasps with pleasure. I tongue her cunt with increasing lust, pulling her back from her languid afterglow and towards another climax. I fuck her with two fingers and let my knuckles drum steadily against her wet anus. I lick at her clit, battering it until she begins to writhe against me.

  “Oh, gods, I am… I… ooooOOOOHHH!” She throws back her head, her golden hair tossing on the bedroll as she shakes and shudders. I feel her inner muscles clutching at my fingers and her anus tightening rhythmically against my battering knuckle.

  “Nnnhnnnn,” I encourage her, licking furiously at her clit to prolong and heighten her ecstasy. Her body arches violently and she grabs hold of my head with both hands, pulling me tight against her clit. I suck at her folds and her clit in that moment, causing her to wail in shocked pleasure.

  At last, Nellie collapses, panting and sweat soaked, onto the bedroll. I ease my fingers out of her quaking quim and hold them up to her face. She moans wearily, parting her lips and sucking my cum-smeared digits into her warm mouth. I climb atop her, pulling my fingers out of her mouth with a wet pop and replacing them with a kiss. Her mouth opens eagerly to mine and our tongues twist together in a hot mixture of her sweet cum and our saliva.

  “I love the noises you make when you cum,” I confess against her lips.

  “Do you?” She giggles. “I love it when you make me cum.”

  Her hands caress my body and squeeze my bottom as our tongues meet in another steamy swirl. When I break the kiss it is to admit, “I want to make you cum again, Nellie.”

  “Again? You are greedy.” She laughs. “But, mmmmm, I suppose. If you let me make you cum as well.”

  “How can I refuse that?” I whisper and kiss her again, our passion stoking the heat of our embrace.

  Nellie turns me onto my back and climbs atop me. She squats above my face, presenting the raunchy sight of her wet cunt to me only a finger’s width above my face. I take hold of her thighs and pull her downward, smothering me in her sweet elven scent and smearing myself with her nectar. She giggles atop me, her weight shifting as she stretches her soft body across mine. Her fingers caress my hot folds and send a tremor of pleasure into my core. I answer that pleasure by greedily tonguing her hot cunt, pressing my tongue deep into that slippery channel and letting her nectar spill into my mouth and down my cheeks.

  I lick her and suck her wantonly. I lose myself beneath the plush weight of her creamy ass, my tongue burrowing deep into her pussy as I breathe the hot air of her loins. It is so exciting and dirty that I cannot stop. The more I lick, the more Nellie licks me. She fucks me with her fingers and tickles my clit with her tongue. Soon, our pleasure is joined in a mutual dance, rising together and falling together and rising again. I cry out into her cunt, my ecstasy vibrating into those sugary folds as she wails against me, her tongue battering against my clit.

  I can feel it coming. I hold tightly to her as if she might somehow separate from me in that moment of ecstasy. I thrust my tongue deep into her clutching channel and call her name. The weight of her ass smothers me and I savor it, buried beneath that creamy flesh as I lick with abandon. My pleasure bursts from my core in powerful spasms. I feel that same pleasure echoed in Nellie, her pussy twitching around my tongue and her body tightening atop me. We cum together, in perfect unison, my orgasm seeming to flow through my body and into her.

  It is a glorious respite, no matter how brief, from the reality of our imprisonment. For those moments, pressed together and cumming, we are truly free. Flying above everything together.

  But it must end. Panting, still shuddering, she finally rolls off me. We are sweaty and dazed from our incredible climax. I crawl into an embrace beside the fire, caressing her and kissing her, my firm body pressed against her soft, ample curves.

  “Promise me you will escape this place, Beatrix,” she murmurs against me.

  “I promise,” I say, kissing her softly. “With you. We will escape together.”

  She holds me against her and we pull a flimsy blanket over us both. I kiss her a few more times before she nuzzles against my pert breasts, her silky blonde hair spilling over my body. I stroke her head and seemingly in moments she is snoring against me. I smile and my sleep comes almost as easily.

  I awake to the cold and the dark. The fire has gone out and Nellie has rolled off the bedroll, taking the blanket with her. I sit up, suddenly feeling watched, and pull my knees against my chest. I search the darkness. The faintest glow of the embers in the fire illuminate something glittering in the dark near one of the columns against the wall of the cave.

  It moves.

  I jerk back and shake, gasping. I scramble over to Nellie until she is awake.

  “Something was here,” I explain.

  “What was it?” She asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

  “I don’t know,” I say, squinting at the darkness. “It might be gone now.”

  She conjures a glowing orb and we watch together as it floats over to the column. It illuminates a patch of stones that are wet and glistening. Was that it? Just liquid? But why is it wet there?

  “Maybe I imagined it,” I say. “But we need to get dressed
. We need to keep going.”

  “Yes,” agrees Nellie. “We must leave this place. Together.”

  “Together,” I agree, exchanging a meaningful look with the beautiful elf. A smile flickers on her face. A rasping sound from somewhere in the darkness wipes it away. We gather our things, such as they are, and search the darkness around us.

  “There,” I say. “A door. That must be the way out.”

  The light drifts ahead and reveals a simple wooden door with rusty hinges. It stands slightly open.

  I take the lead as we set off through this mysterious door.

  CONTINUE >

  Offer to suck the werewolf’s cock

  “I will do it,” I say, trying not to stare at his raunchy red cock. “I will pleasure you with my mouth.”

  “Yes?” Benjin growls uncertainly. “Put your sword away. Go back into my cabin.”

  “Back inside?” I feel my guts twist with fear. I would be easy prey for him in the confines of his cabin. “Only if you sit down for this. I will only go back inside if you are sitting.”

  He growls, but lopes back to the cabin, throws open the door, and sits down in a wooden chair beside the fire. I follow him into the cabin, my sword sheathed, but my nerves on edge. Nellie is close behind me.

  Benjin’s position in the chair is rather awkward with his inverted knees. His legs stick out straight from the chair and it is more like he is kneeling on it. With his human upper body proportions, it looks almost like a human in a wolf costume has sat upon a wolf. It would be a comical sight were it not for the glistening red cock jutting from his fur and the teeth that could tear my throat out.

  “Pleasure me,” he growls.

  I take a short length of string out of my pocket, pull my dark hair back into a ponytail, and tie the string around it. I take a deep breath, trying to pretend I cannot smell Benjin’s bestial musk under the smoky smell of the burning wood in the hearth.

  I get down on my knees in front of the werewolf and rest my hands on his furry legs. He growls, watching me closely as I run my tongue over the blunt crown of his cock. The taste and scent of him are strange and beastly. I close my eyes to try to deny what I am doing, but it only seems to make things more intense as I engulf his cock in my mouth. He whines softly, like a dog, and I whimper around him, sliding his warm cock to he back of my throat.

  With Nellie standing close by, watching me intently, I begin to suck Benjin’s red cock. The cabin fills with the sound of my slurping and moaning, interrupted occasionally by a growl or whine of pleasure from the werewolf or a loud crack of wood in the fire. I reach a hand between his legs and massage his furry stones. My spit washes away some of his beastly taste, but soon I begin to taste salty-sweet precum smearing my tongue. I suck bob faster and slurp harder on his cock.

  A part of me hates this and wants it over with as quickly as possible.

  Another part of me, perhaps the dominant part, is eager to feel his cum shooting into my mouth. What will it taste like? Should I swallow it or spit it out?

  “Oh, gods,” moans Nellie, clutching a hand to her breasts and watching raptly as I suck the werewolf’s cock.

  The more I slide my mouth on his hot, twitching length, the more I begin to feel something swelling beneath my stroking fingers. At first I think I’m imagining it, but then I move my hands for a moment and look down to see a growing bulge at the root of the werewolf’s cock. It is almost as if his bollocks have slid up and into his shaft, but this bulge does not feel like that exactly. I keep sucking, my spit sliding down his cock to coat this new protrusion. I caress the bulge with my fingers and realize what it is: his knot.

  Almost the instant I have that realization, Benjin howls loudly and Nellie lets out a cry of surprise. A moment later, his cock erupts into my mouth. Gods, but I try to keep up with it. Pump after pump of hot werewolf spunk gushes into my mouth, salty and thick and hot. I swallow, I gulp, I force down the massive quantity of slimy liquid, but I still can’t keep up. It pours out around his throbbing red cock and coats my fingers in frothy white. I suckle him until I feel the very last twitch of pleasure in his maleness and then slowly lifting my mouth.

  I look up at Benjin as his cum pours down my chin and drips onto the floorboards. I pant to catch my breath.

  “Go,” he growls, looking down at me. “Go now. Before I change my mind. Before my lust returns.”

  I nod and wipe my face on the sleeve of my blouse. His musk clings to me, but there is no time to clean up. Nellie, looking flushed and aroused, follows me out of the cabin and into the night.

  “That was intense,” she whispers. “What did it taste like?”

  “Werewolf cum,” I say, grabbing her hand. “We need to go.”

  An angry howl from the cabin provides additional motivation. We run for it, crashing into the forest behind the trees. I pray that I do not hear the snarling werewolf in pursuit.

  After a while of running, the woods darken as clouds cover the moon. Nellie conjures one of her glowing orbs to lead the way through the dark forest. I should be afraid, but with a heavy bellyful of werewolf spunk, I’m determined to make it out of this illusory realm.

  CONTINUE >

  Guard against the slime

  “Stay behind me!” I shout, standing up and shield Nellie from the advancing slime. A pseudopod quests closer and I slam my sword down. It passes easily through the slimy goo and clangs against the tile floor. My blade severs this jiggling lump of slime, but the pseudopod simply reaches out to this portion of its body and rejoins the pieces with a slurp.

  “It is still coming,” cries Nellie.

  “Back away,” I say, chopping another hunk off the slime. “Towards the columns there.”

  We back away as the slime pursues us with tendrils. These grow increasingly narrow and elongated as it flattens its body and begins to slide around us. Much of it is moving in the shadows to our sides, encircling us as I hack at tendrils and it backs us up against the wall. We press between the columns and the tendrils, so extended that they are no thicker than my finger, retreat into the shadows. Nellie’s orb is so far above us that I see only faint glistening from the slime in the darkness.

  “Where is it?” Nellie asks, clinging to my back and peering over my shoulder. “Did it depart?”

  “I don’t thinks so,” I say, squinting at the darkness. “Bring your orb lower so I can see better.”

  “Oh, right,” she says, waving her hand and causing the light orb to descend towards us. As it reveals the chamber and the tiled floor with greater clarity, I have a moment of relief as the zyggoth seems to be gone.

  “No sign of it,” I say, sheathing my sword. I step away from Nellie and turn to face her, a smile on my face. As I turn, ready to boast about my swordsmanship, I realize that the slime is clinging to the column above us, its entire violet bulk stuck to the wall in a bulging mass.

  I don’t even have a chance to scream. The slime drops atop us, slamming us both down to the ground and covering us in a cool, sticky mass of goo. The slime covers every part of us, but retreats from our faces as if the zyggoth knows we need to breathe. I press against the slime and my hands stretch and thin the violet membrane over my body. I cannot break through its shapeless flesh and it presses down against me with a force of its own.

  “Oh, gods, it is melting my clothing,” whimpers Nellie.

  I feel a tingling against my skin as well and realize my blouse and my trousers are dissolving into nothing. The slime forces apart my legs and disintegrates my panties, cool slime sliding over my bare pussy. I moan as the slime tightens against my limbs and caresses my breasts. It feels as if two mouths are closing on my breasts, engulfing my nipples and beginning to suck. Pleasure crackles through my body and I gasp against my will.

  “It’s… it’s sucking my breasts. Ohhhhh, gods, my pussy too. I can’t… can’t get out, Nellie.” I wail, twisting and turning inside the slime, but barely shifting my position. Slimy tongues flick at my pussy, clit, and anus. They tickle
my sensitive holes and open my folds for the spongy tip of its cockhead.

  “Bllooooo,” it sings, pushing its cock into my aching pussy. It’s big, but also soft, spreading me painlessly as it pours into my hot channel. Nellie manages to turn onto her hands and knees. I can see through the slime’s translucent body that the shapeless creature is sucking her fat nipples and plundering her pussy with a gooey cock.

  “Oh, Beatrix, it feels so good,” she moans, shaking and jerking with her body engulfed by slime.

  “Yes, it’s so good,” I laugh as my pleasure builds. I feel insane. The pleasure is growing with each slimy suck and each flick of a tendril at my tender holes. Its slime cock is pumping in and out of me, filling me with one stroke and leaving me empty as it pulls back. A second gooey cock invades my ass, swirling and twisting into my tight hole as the slime burbles excitedly.

  “Blloooooo! Bloooooo!”

  “Ohhhh, yes, give it to me, you gooey brute,” cries Nellie, pushing back against the slime’s cocks with pleasure on her blushing face.

  It’s horrifying and yet wonderful. I buck my hips, at the mercy of the slime as it plunders my trembling holes. My pleasure rises to a peak and I howl in perfect concert with Nellie, our climaxes united inside the gurgling, slurping body of the slime. At that moment, caught in the throes of my toe-curling pleasure, I feel a gush of warmth from the slime’s cool flesh. The moment this spurt splashes against my womb I see light exploding in my vision. I feel a new pleasure and a sense of elation I had never imagined as the curse of the dungeon takes hold.

  “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me full of your cum!” I cry, bucking my hips.

  “Make your slime babies inside me!” Nellie howls, fucking back against the spurting slime cock. “Fill me with your slimy spawn!”

  “Blooooo!” The slime burbles happily.