Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 3

by Amanda Clover

  I never imagined it possible, but we have been bred by the slime. Two broodmares for our gooey lover.

  CONTINUE >

  Clean Nellie’s ass with a piece of my blouse

  I feel a warmth in my cunt and a distinct urge to bury my tongue in Nellie’s creamed ass. I resist the urge and grab hold of my blouse, tearing off a strip of it. I begin carefully mopping the werewolf cum from Nellie’s ass, starting with the splatters on her plump cheeks and working my way to her thighs. Once those are clean, I dip the cloth between her cheeks, scooping out all that slimy spunk and discarding the cloth. The almost overwhelming musk of sex is thick in the air.

  “There you are,” I say, stepping back. “You’re cleanish.”

  “Very kind of you,” says Nellie, pulling her tight-fitting robes back into place.

  I turn my attention to Benjin. He was watching me clean Nellie’s creamy ass and now his attention is on her getting dressed. His red cock is still partly extended from his sheath and his tongue lolls madly from his savage mouth. That intense stare is worrying.

  “We need to go,” I murmur to Nellie. “Hurry it up.”

  Benjin’s ears twitch. His growling voice seems calmed as he says, “You’re right, Beatrix. Nellie. You must leave. I can control my urges… briefly. Soon they will return with overwhelming force. Soon I will have to mate you both.”

  Nellie finishes lacing her robe and we hurry away from the clearing. Even as we’re heading into the forest, I can hear the werewolf beginning to angrily growl.

  “That was intense,” she whispers. “You were tempted by him, weren’t you?”

  “No, not at all,” I lie.

  “I know you were tempted by me,” she giggles, stealing a glance in my direction.

  “Maybe a little,” I say. “But stop talking about it. We need to keep moving.”

  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 Nellie reeking of werewolf spunk, I’m determined to make it out of this illusory realm.

  CONTINUE >

  Tell Nellie to get some sleep

  I wet my lips. This is not the time nor the place for me to act on my desires.

  “We, um, we should get some sleep,” I say to Nellie, looking away from her lust-heavy blue eyes. “You go ahead first. I’ll take first watch.”

  “Oh,” she says, not really concealing her disappointment. “Yes, very well. I will try to rest, though I will probably not sleep.”

  She unrolls one of the bedrolls and finds a flimsy blanket and a stuffed pad for sleeping. I try not to watch the shapely elf settle into bed, the glow of the fire painting her creamy curves an inviting golden-red. She glances at me one last time and then turns onto her side, facing away from me, her back toward the fire. She pulls the flimsy blanket over her body.

  Despite her claim that she would not sleep, Nellie is snoring in what seems like seconds. Her snores grow louder and echo in the empty silence of the cave. If there are any monsters lurking about that were not aware of us before, the steady snoring of the elf will surely alert them to our presence. I sit beside Nellie’s sleeping body and rest my drawn sword across my lap. If anything comes for her out of the darkness beyond the firelight, I will meet it with my blade.

  For a while, I even succeed at keeping watch. I search the darkness and think about all the things I will do to Zimon when I finally have my chance for revenge. Somewhere between picturing him hung upside down with his balls strangulated by a snake and picturing myself covering him with honey to let ants munch on him I think I fell asleep.

  That would explain why I am suddenly dreaming about Gornal Mannersen, one of the richest men in my village of Lesser Crudridge. He probably wasn’t particularly wealthy by the standards of more civilized places, but his velvet coat with gold buttons was enough to set him apart from most in the village. He was a bit fat and not very friendly, but I always admired how well-groomed he seemed when he deigned to stop by our store. In my dream he decides to buy me instead of any merchandise and my father wraps me up in butcher’s paper and carries me out to Gornal’s wagon.

  Once I’m unwrapped back at his house in the hills, he proceeds to undress me and fondle my naked body. In that liquid way of dreams, I am suddenly dressed as a maid and sweeping up his study while he sits by the fire. Gornal pulls me into his lap, against the padding of his belly, and slips his pudgy fingers under my skirt. I moan as he finds my dark-tufted cunt and begins strumming at the hot seam of my pussy.

  “Oh, my dear,” he purrs against my slender neck. “I will work you so hard. I will work you every night until you can hardly hold your eyes open. Your thighs will shake when you see me as you think of my cock.”

  “Yes, Gornal,” I cry, squirming against the large lump in his trousers.

  He pulls down the front of my peasant dress and my pert breasts are exposed. His fat hands encircle my mounds and squeeze them. His ringed fingers pluck at my nipples. I hiss with pleasure, arching against him as he plays with my sensitive buds. When I turn to kiss him, he is not Gornal Mannerson at all, but Zimon Fendriss.

  The bearded wizard gives me a cocky smile and tweaks my nipples.

  “Did you really think you can escape me, even in your dreams?” He laughs. “Oh, no, I’ll have my way with you whenever I want, Beatrix.”

  I cry out as he throws me from his lap and onto my hands and knees. I am not on the floor but in the bed in the inn where he first took me. He climbs behind me, my skirt raised, my underclothes pulled aside. He rests one hand on my creamy bottom and grips his cock with the other as he feeds it into my wet, aching pussy. I howl with a mixture of pleasure and anger as Zimon, the man who betrayed me, begins to fuck me.

  “You bastard,” I gasp.

  “True enough,” he laughs and smacks my firm rump. “Perhaps one day you’ll manage to escape my dungeon, my sweet. Then we will be reunited, and I will make you into my maid. You could be of some use in my laboratory and quite helpful, mmmmm, in my bed.”

  “I’ll kill you,” I promise, even as he pounds my pussy with his stiff cock and sends pleasure rippling into my core.

  “I rather doubt that, young lady,” laughs Zimon. He wets his thumb and massages it against my anus as he continues to plunder my shuddering quim. I want to fight him, to slap him and scream at him, but even in my dreams he has almost complete power over me. I whimper with pleasure, lowering my face to the bedding as he thrusts into my clutching cunt and rubs the rim of my clenched ass.

  “That’s it,” he murmurs, pushing his thumb into my ass. “You want to cum, don’t you, Beatrix?”

  “No,” I moan, even as another wave of pleasure ripples through me. I cry out, my asshole clenching tighter and my pussy gripping his thrusting cock.

  “Yes, I’m afraid I have you on the brink,” he says, his slender hips slapping against my firm rear. “And… mmmmmm… I am afraid there you shall remain!”

  Just as I am about to cum, the damned wizard pulls his twitching cock from my pussy. I wail with dismay, infuriated at what he is doing, my empty cunt clutching at nothing. When I look back at him over my shoulder, he is gone.

  I awaken with a start. The fire is dead and it is very cold and very dark. Nellie is still snoring, her soft body curled against mine. I search the darkness around us and I have the skin-crawling impression that we are being watched.

  “Wake up,” I say to Nellie and shake her until she sits up. “Something is watching us. We need light and we need to get moving.”

  She nods and croaks out the words to her illumination spell. A glowing globe materializes into the darkness. I point out one of the columns on the wall we are facing.

  “Over there,” I whisper. Nellie sends the globe drifting in that
direction. There is nothing there.

  No, not nothing. There is a faint shimmer of liquid on the floor. It catches the light and sparkles slightly. I almost get up to investigate the liquid when I notice a door at the very edge of the light.

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

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

  I help Nellie to her feet. We gather our things, such as they are, and set off through this mysterious door.

  CONTINUE >

  Tell Nellie to use her magic on the werewolf

  “Nellie, I need your help on this one,” I whisper as we back away from the snarling werewolf “Do you have any magic that you can use?”

  “I might,” she says. “Can you keep him busy for a moment?”

  I step towards the werewolf, brandishing my sword. I can hear Nellie beginning to softly chant behind me as I advanced on the snarling brute.

  “You must want to be fucked!” He taunts, readying his claws to meet my blade. I take wide, wild swings at him, forcing him back, but not really threatening him. He manages to grab my sword, but I wrench it out of his hand, cutting his clawed hand. He winces in pain, shakes his maimed hand, and the wound fades to nothing. “Sharp sword. I will wear it on my hip once you are mine!”

  He bounds towards me again as I ready to repel another attack. I hear Nellie’s chanting rise behind me. She steps beside me and thrusts her hands out. A huge flaming orb launches from her hands, flung just short of the werewolf. It lands on the ground and bursts into a splatter of lame that causes the werewolf to recoil.

  “Begone, foul beast!” Shouts Nellie, thrusting her hands towards the werewolf and launch another fireball in his direction. He snarls and retreats as this burst of fire lands where he was standing, spreading shimmering flames across the ground like spilled pitch. He dances away from them as a third fireball manifests in Nellie’s hands.

  Yelping, terrified, the werewolf retreats. He runs across the stream as the third fireball sails in his direction and bursts in midair, showering more flames across the night. He lets out a howl of terror and bolts for the woods. Once he is gone, Nellie lowers her hands and slumps into my arms. The flames that seemed to be spreading across the clearing fade away like a snuffed lantern.

  “It was an illusion for this illusory chamber,” whispers the elf. “The best I could muster.”

  “It did well enough to convince him,” I say, supporting her shapely body on my arm. “Come, let’s get out of here before he realizes it was fake and decides to return.”

  We hurry into the woods, Nellie leaning heavily against me as we run through the moonlit trees. Clouds come and cover the moon and Nellie is forced to conjure one of her glowing orbs to light the way for us. I am not sure where Benjin has gone, if he is even still pursuing us, but

  I call on Nellie to help. She uses magic to startle the were wolf. Blasts again and again like fireballs. It's all just an illusion. She slumps into my arms and I hold her up. Come on, we need to get moving. He'll be back.

  Somewhere, this illusion ends and we can escape this moonlit forest.

  CONTINUE >

  Pleasure the mimic’s cock tentacle

  I stare at the mimic’s purple tentacle tipped with a juicy cock swaying slightly back and forth in front of my face. It’s so thick and perfectly formed, with a fleshy fringe around the crown and those bulging rings around the shaft. As I stare, another fat bead of precum oozes to the tip and drips slowly onto the floor like honey. My heart pounds in my chest as the faint musky sweetness of the cock wafts under my nose. I take a step closer and reach out a hand for it.

  “Yes,” murmurs the mimic. “Yes, that’s it. Touch it. You must feel it under your fingers to believe it is real.”

  I brush my fingers against his cock, sliding them over the slippery head and down the shaft. The bumps at the root of the cock portion of the tentacle throb and pulse with vibration under my touch.

  “Oh!” I cry out.

  “Yes, imagine how good that will feel inside you,” says the mimic.

  “I am only going to use my hand,” I say, tighten my grip on the cock’s slimy shaft. “That will be enough to get Nellie out, right?”

  “Yes, I suppose,” says the chest. “If that’s all you will give me, then I accept.”

  “Y-yes,” I say, feeling a strange warmth spreading through my fingers and palm as I wank his cock. “My, um, my hand only. My… why do I feel so hot?”

  “I don’t know,” says the mimic. “Perhaps you should remove some of your clothing. Here, let me help you, sweetheart.”

  Two of the mimic’s pink tentacles slither up my legs over my trousers and begin deftly unbuttoning my blouse. He is so gentle and careful that I don’t worry about what he is doing. I am focused on the way his cock buzzes at the base and throbs as I run my fingers over his ribbed shaft. More of his precum drips from the tip. I catch some of it with my thumb, smearing it around his cockhead.

  “There we are,” murmurs the mimic as he finishes unbuttoning my blouse and eases it gently from my shoulders. I release his cock to slip out of my tattered top.

  “You were hiding these from me,” chuckles the mimic, his tentacles gently caressing my pert breasts.

  The slimy tips of his tentacles flick against my straining buds like a pair of tongues.

  I whimper with pleasure and realize the heat I felt in my hands has spread all the way up my arms and into my body. My face is deeply flushed and my pussy… gods, my pussy is aching with need. I squirm from foot to foot, my thighs clenched tight, trying to keep my focus on pleasuring his cock. It’s so thick. So wet with precum. If wonder what that would taste like in my mouth. I lean closer and closer, breathing that sweet musk.

  “Go on then, little one,” growls the chest. “I can tell you want it in your mouth. Suck it. I don’t mind.”

  “Th-thank you,” I moan, parting my lips and gratefully slurping the mimic’s fat cock into my mouth. The moment I taste its sweet pre, my mind is gone. All I can do is suck and bob on his fat cock, nursing on it like a hungry tot one moment and sliding furiously up and down the next. My spit drips from my chin. My tongue flicks his oozing cockhead.

  “That’s good, sweetheart,” he growls. “Ain’t no reason you can’t have some more pleasure too.”

  The tentacles squeezing my breasts and flicking at my nipples are driving me wild with lust. I’m not ready for more, but that doesn’t stop the mimic. A quartet of pink tentacles slide into my trousers and another unbuckles my sword belt and unbuttons my trousers. I gasp around the mimic’s delicious cock as I feel those tentacles pulling aside my panties. A moment later, three of them are wriggling into my steamy pussy. A fourth begins to steadily rub my clit. The pleasure is excruciating. It shoots into my core and seems to pulse from my clit to my nipples in electric jolts. I muffle my cries of pleasure by sucking harder and more vigorously.

  “Oh, yes, baby,” chuckles the mimic. “You know how to please me. Don’t stop. Keep suckin’ for me. Get it. Get it. Yes! YESSSS!”

  I am in the throes of my orgasm, shaking as I am fucked deep by his thrusting tentacles. My cunt is dripping with his slime and my body is afire with the lust of that venomous ooze. A part of me knows I have lost already, that I am beaten, but I am having too much fun to care.

  “Cumming for youuuuu!” He roars and his cock explodes into my mouth. It thrusts down my throat and pumps his cum into my gulping gullet. The warmth and heaviness of it pumps into my belly. I cum again as I am swallowing and being mouth-fucked. More tentacles push into my pussy and invade my ass. There is no pain, only a steady river of slimy pleasure as the tentacles plunder my body and mimic spunk drips down my chin.

  “Mmmmmmmmm,” I moan around him, my eyes rolling back in my head.

  “Oh, you’re drunk on it, ain’t you? Well, I have a nice, warm place for you to rest. Come along, my dear.”

  Without pulling his cock from
my mouth or his tentacles from my pussy and ass, he drags me across the stone floor. The lid to the mimic opens, the membrane parts, and I am drawn by his tentacles into the warm, soft insides of his body. Nellie is there, writhing against me. Kissing me and stroking me, gasping with pleasure as I join her in being violated by more cocks and more tentacles.

  The slime pumps into my body. The warmth spreads as I begin to slowly melt inside the mimic. The lid closes above me as I begin to cum again.

  CONTINUE >

  Surrender meekly to the slime

  My grip loosens on my sword. How can I fight a giant wobbling jelly? This is a hopeless battle and I’m tired of facing off against these monsters.

  “Go,” I say to Nellie.

  “W-what?” She steps back from me. “No, Beatrix, we must—”

  “GO!” I shout. “It’s over!”

  She says something else, but I can hear her backing away from me and turning to run. That’s all that matters. I toss my sword aside with a clang and walk towards the slime. It’s gelatinous bulk towers above me as its slimy pseudopodia flow over my boots like a tide. There is a soft hiss and the slime melts away my boots. I half expect to see my feet being stripped down to the bones, but as the violet slime pours over my feet and begins to move up my legs, it is cool and gentle.

  It dissolves my trousers as it climbs my legs. Tentacles of slime reach out and begin dissolving my blouse. I moan at the cool slime contacts bare flesh. The slime’s crude face smiles at me and it burbles with pleasure.

  “BllloooooOOOoooo,” it coos as it strips me down to my panties and wraps me up in slimy tentacles. It turns me gently onto my hands and knees, the weight of the slime lifting and positioning me into the submissive position. I moan as cool slime soaks through my panties, eating the last scrap of cloth away from my flesh and tickling the crack of my ass and the warm furrow of my cunt.