I laugh madly at the realization that there is no escape. No frantic, desperate struggle could free me from this predicament. I am at the mercy of the slime now.
Overlapping tentacles of slime caress my hips and thighs and reach up my back, stroking between my shoulder blades and curling over my shoulders. The slime parts the folds of my pussy and I whimper with pleasure and apprehension. Thin tendrils of slime caress my inner warmth, oozing over my sensitive flesh and seeming to lick and suck gently at my pussy. More slime slides around my body, cradling my dangling breasts. Liquid pressure squeezes and shapes my breasts. Tiny mouths seem to suck at the tender buds of my nipples.
“Oooohhhhh gods,” I moan, quivering with overstimulation. Slime oozes between my buttocks and nuzzles wetly against my anus. A bulging slimy cock presses softly at my cunt. Instead of forcing my pussy wide, it flows like cool water into my cunt, filling me and gently inflating my pussy with liquid pressure. It feels incredible as it begins to move inside me, lessening and increasing that pressure, swelling and diminishing rather than sliding in and out.
“BllllloooooOoooOOoo,” sings the slime, fucking me faster and sucking more intently at my nipples, my clit, and oozing into my ass.
It’s terrifying knowing the way it could so easily melt me down to nothing in seconds, but it feels so good that I can’t dwell on my fears. The slime pours deeper into my ass and plunders my pussy with ever-greater vigor, its body wobbling around my hindquarters as I begin to push back against it. The slurping and sucking sounds are disgusting and yet exciting for their untamed lewdness.
And then I am cumming. With little warning, pleasure bursts through me with such force that I lose my balance. A webbing of slime holds me upright as if I did not slip off my hands. It pumps its liquid length into my pussy and reaches curling tendrils deep into my ass. I howl with pleasure, my hole squeezing around it and almost pinching off the slime’s thrusting tentacles. It bulges back after each contraction to fill me and pour into me, driving me wild with ecstasy.
“Yes!” I cry, surrendering the last of my will to resist. “Oh, gods, yes! Fuck me!”
“Blllooooloooolllloooo!” The slime burbles, its diffuse voice echoing in the watery chamber.
I am in the throes of a second orgasm, begun immediately after the first, when I feel a strange warmth building in the slime’s cocks. They seem to solidify, going from a gelatinous texture to almost rubbery. Suddenly, the cocks throb and the burbling of the slime becomes a high-pitched trilling. Hot slime cum erupts deep into my bowels and floods my pussy.
The curse of the dungeon takes hold. As the slime gushes its seed into my fertile cunt, the magic overwhelms any differences of anatomy and I am impregnated with the slime’s potent seed. In that glorious instant of creation, my fears evaporate and I am filled with love for my slimy mate. I howl as my orgasm ascends to a level I have never before experienced, my pussy and ass clutching desperately at the slime’s spurting cocks.
“YESSSSSSS!” I howl, throwing back my head and arching my back. “Ohhhhh, my love! Breed me! Breed me with your slimy cum!”
“Bllooooooo!” The slime burbles, pumping me full of spunk until it is dripping and frothing from my slime-fucked holes.
I collapse completely into my embrace with the slime, laughing madly at the thought of becoming the slime’s wife. No ceremony or vows. My whole heart belongs to the slime. My body and my soul. I cum again, squeezing his cocks and milking out yet more of his warm cream.
In a daze of pleasure, I feel myself being lifted into the slime’s body. It slides over to the wall and climbs it with ease, sliding up to the ceiling and locating a dark hatch and a hidden passage. It draws me into a small, dark chamber and I realize that this is my lover’s lair. It has brought me here to have its way with me again and again, without risk of interference.
“Yes, my sweet,” I moan as it turns me onto my back and resumes fucking my tender holes. “Oh, yes, I am yours!”
“Bllooooo,” the slime coos as it claims me with its shapeless cocks.
I have never been happier. My destiny is fulfilled. There can be no doubt that I have been bred by the slime.
CONTINUE >
Use a Finesse Attack against the werewolf
I brandish my sword as the werewolf attacks. I offer him no warning. My focus is entirely on using my Finesse Attack skill to outmaneuver and wound the brute. He comes for us and I parry his claws and slash my sword across his side. He snarls and grabs at the wound, blood dripping from his fur. I dart in again, slice my blade into his other side and driving the tip of my sword into his belly.
It should have killed him, but in the glow of the moonlight I can see the wounds closing on his flesh. He snarls with fury, charging me again. Nellie cries out as the werewolf bashes through my guard and sends me sprawling on the ground. He turns to Nellie, intent on grabbing her, but I drive my sword up and into his belly.
“Run!” I cry. “Get out of here, Nellie!”
She cries out in despair and flees into the woods. There is no escape for me. The werewolf rips the sword from my grasp and tosses it aside. He stands over me, the wounds closing, his eyes wild with rage and his obscene cock twitching above me.
“Now I will mate with you,” he snarls. “Now you will be mine!”
There is nothing I can do to stop him. I shout and beat against him harmlessly with my arms. He snaps his jaws around my throat, promising to tear it out as his breath steams over my face. I stop my fighting and whimper helplessly as the werewolf tears off my blouse. He licks and snuffles warmly against my breasts, his hot tongue sliding over my stiff nipples. His furry body moves lower and he roughly tears off my trousers, bursting buttons and seems in his eagerness to expose my cunt.
Am I afraid? Yeah, you bet. Am I also turned on? Yeah, not denying it. Not like I want to be fucked by a werewolf, but he is a pretty good-looking werewolf. And being at his mercy is exciting in a way that being pounded by an orc or something would never have been exciting.
He thrusts his muzzle between my bare thighs, his breath snorting against my cunt as his tongue laps at my slit. I know he can taste my arousal. He could probably smell it in his cabin with that lupine nose of his. He licks me and I whimper with pleasure, parting my thighs wider to him. His hot tongue slips past my folds, into my channel. He tastes my inner heat again and again, licking like a thirsty dog at his bowl of water.
“Ohhh, Benjin,” I moan.
“Sweet cunt,” he growls. “Ready for mating.”
I’m not proud to say that I turn over onto my hands and knees willingly. I’m beaten, alright? Do I have to keep fighting? At a certain point, I want to enjoy being fucked by the werewolf.
He keeps licking me with my face pressed down on the cold ground and my pale, peachy bottom raised up for him. His tongue bathes my pussy and slides into my crack to tease my ass. I whimper at being licked by the beast, but each lash of his tongue sends another thrill racing into my core.
He mounts me almost suddenly. His powerful clawed hands push down on my shoulders as he rams his cock against my slick pussy. A slight turn of my hips and the alignment is perfect, his cock plunges deep into my pussy, stretching me wide around his bestial length. It feels so strange, so unnatural and wrong, to be smothered by the furry weight of the werewolf, to have his hot breath against my neck, and his hot, slippery cock plunging into my pussy. I tell myself that he is a man, not a beast, but then he begins growls and nipping at my neck and it is hard to deny the immediate reality.
“So long since I have felt a woman,” he snarls. “I will fill you with my seed, Beatrix. I will give you my pups. And you will be my bitch.”
“Y-yes,” I moan, arching my back beneath his furry weight. “Oh, gods, yes. Fill me with your pups, Benjin.”
His cock pounds into me as I surrender to the pleasure of it. He is relentless, a hot, throbbing piston inside me, working me and churning me towards a powerful climax. I can feel it tightening in my core. My gasps of pleas
ure joining his rutting growls. My fingertips sinking into the soft earth beneath me. Gods, I am being fucked by a werewolf and it feels so good!
“AWwwwwOOOOOoooo!” He howls above me, his cock swelling massively at its root. That fleshy bulge pushes into my cunt, widening me to a shocking degree and plugging me with a bulge as if both of his testicles are being shoved inside me. My eyes widen as I realize what it is: his knot. Like a bitch being tied to her mate, Benjin is knotting me with his throbbing cock.
He howls again, even louder than before, and his cock jerks inside me. A moment later, verging on my climax, I feel the hot rush of his seed against my aching womb. He pumps his seed into my pussy and pleasure like nothing I have ever experienced overtakes any fears or taboos. The magic of the dungeon takes hold in an instant, new life conceived in my womb and new pleasure bursting through me. I howl in my own way, singing with pleasure, gasping, “My love! Breed me!”
His knot ties us together long after he has inseminated me. I cum several times on it until it begins to slip out of me. He sniffs and licks my well-fucked cunt, no doubt aware of how he has mated me so thoroughly. I am his now and I lie there, quaking with aftershocks, my ass in the air as his silky spunk trickles out of my pussy.
“Now I will find your friend,” growls Benjin. “Two mates are better than one mate.”
He bounds off into the night, leaving me whimpering with the realization that I have been bred by the werewolf. With any luck, Nellie will soon join me in Benjin’s pack.
CONTINUE >
Give Nellie a kiss
I lean in and press my lips to Nellie’s. Her eyes widen, but the beautiful elf doesn’t pull away. Her lashes flutter and her eyelids slowly lower as she moans against my lips. Her mouth opens and her tongue slips out to meet mine.
“Oh, Beatrix,” she gasps between us. “I thought you might never do that.”
The wine certainly helps to lower my inhibitions. A woman expressing her desire for another woman was something forbidden to me by the priests in my village of Lesser Crudridge. Most of them would have also advised against associating with elves. But as I kiss the beautiful elf again, my lips melting to hers and my tongue answering her every stroke, I understand that those old clerics were fools. This kiss is pure and true. There is nothing blasphemous about tasting the sweetness of Nellie’s lips against mine.
The heat builds between us, burning hotter than the fire. Our tongues swirl and we moan and melt our hungry mouths together. A kiss is not enough and we both know it. I want more of her and she wants more of me.
Her body presses against mine, her breasts squeezing in her robe so tightly that it seems as if they will burst from her robe. I stroke her face and let my hand fall to those creamy mounds. I untie the laces of her costume and free her plush breasts. Her robe opens and those heavy hillocks of pale flesh drop free. They are so lusciously plump and her pink nipples thick and standing at attention.
“Oh, Beatrix,” she moans as I tease my fingertips over her mounds. She reaches for my blouse and I do not resist her as I cradle and gently mold her warm, soft flesh in my hands. Her nimble fingers free my pert breasts and we gasp in unison as I press my small, sensitive nipples against her much larger pink buds.
“You showed me the way,” I gasp between kisses. “The last time we had a chance to rest.”
“You took to it naturally,” she giggles, swaying her shoulders from side to side to drag her fat nipples back and forth against my tender pebbles.
“I was afraid that the gods might punish me,” I gasp, sliding my fingers down from her plush breasts to her shapely thighs. “I thought it was wrong.”
“It isn’t,” she whispers and catches me with another steamy kiss. Her tongue slips and swirls into my mouth and stokes the building heat in my core. My pussy aches with need, but I pull away from her luscious kiss.
“I want to repay the pleasure, Nellie,” I murmur, looking earnestly into her eyes.
“There is no reason you should not be pleasured as well,” she says. “Let us enjoy one another.”
Her fluttering lashes and lust-heavy eyes are as persuasive as her breathless tone. I know she is eager for my body, her fingers carefully plucking at my nipples tell me as much. I kiss her again and burrow my fingers into the bottom half of her unusual garment. It is taut against her mound and threaded between her buttocks. She lifts high on her knees to allow me to slide it down from her round hips and out from the soft valley of her rear. I glimpse her pale blonde hair and the pink of her cunt glistening faintly in the firelight. I peel the garment down her thighs and to her knees. She falls back a bit awkwardly onto her bottom and takes off her boots and the green lower half of her robe, kicking her plump legs into the air as she does.
“It is only fair if you are naked as well, Beatrix,” she purrs, rolling onto her hands and knees and crawling towards me again.
I rise to my feet, watching the shapely elf and her sway hips, creamy ass, and dangling breasts. She looks up at me as she turns, showing off her body to me. I unbuckle my belt and slide my worn trousers down my long, slender legs. I gasp softly as the steamy air of my arousal meets the cool breeze flowing through the cave. My silky hair cannot hide the glistening folds of my cunt. I turn, stripping off my trousers and giving Nellie a cheeky view of the firm, round globes of my ass.
We sit down on one of the bedrolls by the fire. Her eyes flicker in the flames, her pale curves are golden by the firelight. I need the beautiful elf more than anything. I need her to know that I can give her pleasure the way she has given me pleasure. We kiss again, softer than before, both of us now committed to what will happen next.
There is no wrong answer to the question that hangs between our kisses.
How should I pleasure Nellie?
Pleasure her plump breasts with my mouth
Pleasure her golden cunt with my tongue
Pleasure her round rump with my tongue
Find mutual pleasure with Nellie
Use a Power Attack against the werewolf
“Give me room,” I whisper to Nellie. She backs away so that I have room to swing as the snarling werewolf charges at us. I brace my sword as if I intend to meet his attack with the tip of my blade. He is a wild beast, tongue lolling from his mouth as he leaps at me, prepared to meet my blade with his raking claws.
I step aside and swing with all my strength, my blade under his guard and cutting deep into his chest. He falls to a crouch as he lands. He gasps, blood pouring down his side. I am already turning to finish him off, but the werewolf’s injury – though grievous – is already healing. He stands and turns to meet me. I drive my sword into his chest and out his back.
“Bitch!” He gargles, blood coughing from his snout and flecking my face.
“Never,” I snarl, drawing my sword back out of his chest. “We will never be your bitches, Benjin!”
I draw back, ready to strike again, but the wounded werewolf snarls and retreats. He leaps over the creek and disappears into the woods.
“Is he going to die?” Nellie asks, clasping both hands against her breasts.
“No, my steel was never going to kill him,” I say. “But it hurt enough to drive him off. Let’s get the out of here before he works up the nerve to return.”
We run the opposite direction as the werewolf, venturing into the woods behind the cabin and hoping to find some way out. Benjin howls in the distance, his frustration evident in the ragged sound of his howl.
“He is still hungry for us,” murmurs Nellie.
“Yeah, let’s keep moving,” I agree.
After several minutes of running, a cloud bank covers the moon and the woods become very dark. Nellie summons one of her glowing globes to light the way for us. It casts long, moving shadows through the dense forest, glowing like a fallen star as it moves among the trees.
We continue, hopeful that we will find the way out of this moonlit false realm.
CONTINUE >
Surrender eagerly to the werewolf
Lust tightens in my core. I cannot tear my eyes away from the werewolf’s thick, red, obscene cock. It feels wrong. It looks wrong. And I want it so badly to plunge into my aching cunt and fill me with a hot load of werewolf seed. My breasts heave in my tattered blouse. My heart hammers beneath them. My eyes are growing heavy with desire. I stare at that red cock, glistening in the moonlight, and nothing else seems to matter.
“Run, Nellie,” I whisper.
“W-what?” She hisses, taking a step back. “Beatrix, I will not leave you.”
“Go!” I say, sparing a glance at her over my shoulder. “Get out of here! I will keep him busy.”
She hesitates a moment longer and I shout at her, “RUN!”
I guess Nellie sees the seriousness burning in my eyes. She nods slightly, stumble back a step, and then turns and runs as fast as she can towards the stream. I watch her go for a moment, the werewolf edging closer, and then I turn and face him. I think my smile unnerves Benjin. He stops advancing and cocks his head at me.
“She won’t get far,” he growls. “I’ll bring her down when I’m done with you.”
“Not if I keep you busy for a long, long while,” I say, holding my smile as I sheath my sword and let my sword belt drop to my ankles. I step out from under its weight and begin unbuttoning my blouse. The werewolf stares at me, perhaps suspecting a trap or simply disbelieving that I would so eagerly submit to him. My blouse falls from my shoulders and the werewolf stares at my pert mounds and small, stiff nipples. I kick off my boots and peel down my trousers and panties, exposing the dark thatch of my cunt and the faint, glistening pink of my folds.
I can see the werewolf’s beastly cock twitching at the sight of my pale body. He licks his chops again and his jaws clop open and shut. He seems as confused by my actions as Nellie was when I told her to run.
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