Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 3

by Amanda Clover

  I help clarify things for the hulking werewolf. I walk up to him, stroke my hands through his fur, and drop to a crouch. His red cock with its blunt, bestial tip is staring me right in the face. The sight of it and the smell of it are overwhelming. I feel like I am in a dream as I take hold of his hot shaft in both hands and begin to wank his cock. He growls above me and rests his clawed hands on my shoulders.

  “I think the old priest at the temple back in Lesser Crudridge might have something to say about this,” I purr, wanking his cock and leaning my face closer to his musky tip. “Something very judgmental. About lying down with beasts and being sinful. He definitely would have been mad if he saw me doing this…”

  Benjin growls with pleasure as I take his cock into my mouth. It tastes just as strange as it smelled; much nastier than any sweaty, drunken miner I ever humped in a tavern. I open my mouth wide, sliding his cock to the back of my mouth and nearly gagging on it before sliding back up to his tip. I look up at his furry body, flicking my tongue at his salty slit. He growls louder and tightens his grip on my shoulders.

  “You are a mad woman,” he says, his lupine mouth struggling with the words.

  “Mmmmmhmmm,” I agree as I bob my mouth on his beastly cock. I lose myself in the repetition of the motion; my lips sliding down until his cock is rubbing against my throat, sliding back again, tongue curling beneath his cock. Again and again. And again. My breathing growing heavier above the soft sounds of my wet mouth on him. I think about Nellie running through the woods as I swallow the precum gathering at the back of my mouth. I picture her leaping back down to the last level as my lips meet my stroking fists again.

  My concern for Nellie is real, but it is secondary to the heat growing in my cunt. I lift my mouth from the werewolf’s cock, gasping slightly, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his red tip.

  “Why did you stop?” The werewolf growls with disappointment.

  I keep my hands massaging his wet cock as I rise to my feet again and stare him down. My face is so close to his that our steaming breath mingles in the night air.

  “I want more,” I say, pressing my flat tummy against his cock. “I need your cock inside me. Lie down on the ground.”

  “Lie down?” He lets out an amused growl. “That is not how I do it.”

  “On your back,” I say, squeezing his cock and pushing my breasts against his soft, furry chest. “I want to ride this big cock.”

  His anatomy, being somewhere between a wolf and a man, is truly not designed for him to lie comfortably on his back. Yet, he does it. His furry legs with their inverted knees spread wide apart and his cock jutting almost up to his chest. I bend it gently upwards, though it does not stand vertical like a man’s cock would. I angle my hips and press my hot, aching cunt against the head of his cock. He whines with pleasure, his tongue out, his head back and open, and his clawed hands resting on my hips.

  I am in complete control. I could knock him out if I wanted. But that’s not what I want. I roll my hips and rub my slick pussy against his tip, moaning as each brush against my clit sends another ripple of pleasure into my core.

  “So warm,” growls the werewolf. “Your cunt is hungry for my seed.”

  “Such sweet words,” I laugh, pressing harder and letting him feel my folds open slightly against his precum-slicked cockhead. “There is… oooohhh… truth to them.”

  He pulls me down just enough for his cock to invade my pussy. As I feel his fat tip spreading my channel, I push down, impaling myself on his cock until he is buried to the hilt in my clutching pussy. I sit atop his furry body for a moment, acclimating to his overwhelming size.

  Then I begin to move – slowly at first - riding up until just the tip of his cock is still inside me and pushing down again to carefully ease down to his root. Once I am sure his huge cock is not going to do damage to me, I begin to move with more confidence. I pant softly, riding above him, my pale body contrasted with his dark gray fur. My pert breasts heave and my firm, peachy bottom bounces against him.

  “Oh, by the hells, that is good,” I moan, caressing his thickly furred chest and gazing down into his lupine face. In addition to being huge, his cock is unusually warm. The more I ride atop him, the more that feverish heat seems to spread into my body until I am on fire with it too. My face is deeply flushed, my tightly stretched cunt making raunchy sounds as it slips and slides up and down Benjin’s beastly cock.

  He tries to thrust into me, his pleasure obviously building to meet mine, but I am in control. I buck atop him, throwing back my head and howling into the moonlight as my cunt tightens around him. An intense orgasm bursts from within me. My inner walls clutch at his hot flesh, stretched so tightly that I can feel his cock jerking in reply to my contractions. In the throes of my orgasm, I feel a bulge at my cuntlips as I ride atop his cock. It grows larger and larger and my thrusts force this bulge into my already stuffed pussy.

  “It’s huge!” I cry. Realization hits and sends a shock through my body. “Your knot!”

  “AwwwwOOOOOOooooo!” Benjin howls beneath me, managing to work his knot deeper into my cunt with his desperate thrusts. Still shuddering from my climax, my eyes open wide at the strange sensation of being plugged with his beastly knot. It serves as an intense reminder that though I am riding him like I have ridden lovers before, this is no man beneath me. He howls again, louder than the first, and his cock begins to throb. It throbs again and I feel the hot burst of his seed against my womb.

  “AAAHHHHH!” I cry, new pleasure exploding through my body as the magic of the dungeon takes hold. My fertile pussy is flooded with potent werewolf cum. In that instant, I am bred, and I know that it was my destiny to be mated by the werewolf. I ride vigorously atop him, my pussy squeezing out every drop of his cum, completely plugged by his massive knot.

  Finally, I collapse atop him, aftershocks rippling through me. He folds his arms around me and holds me tight against his furry chest.

  “We will be knotted for some time,” he says, his cock twitching again. “Then, I will go and find your friend.”

  “Yes,” whisper against his chest. “Nellie would love this. It’s wonderful.”

  It is true. Knowing that I have been mated by the werewolf, I have never felt more fulfilled in my life.

  CONTINUE >

  Use a Power Attack against the mimic

  Those tentacles waving around and slithering towards me might be a threat, but with the mimic, all I see is a big, stationary target. It might be tough, but I’m betting I can crack it open with an all-out attack. I grip my sword in both hands, bracing it above my head and leaving my body exposed. The mimic can’t resist.

  “Oh, stay just like that, sweetheart!” The chest laughs at me. “I’ll tickle the clothes off of you and stick my tentacles where it feels best!”

  “You’re all mouth and no brains,” I shout in reply. “I’ll crack you open like a rotten egg.”

  “Bah! You won’t be so sassy when I tangle you in my tentacles and slurp you up!”

  The mimic’s tentacles launch at me straight and stiff like thrown spears. I smack them aside with the flat of my sword’s blade and charge at the mimic. He can’t run away from me. He can’t dodge. If I can avoid his tentacles, I can bash him to pieces!

  I almost make it, but three of the tentacles I had dodges attack me from behind, lashing my legs and my left arm. I react quickly, knowing I have only seconds before the mimic brings more of his tentacles into action. I switch my sword to one-handed grip and slice off the end of the tentacle wrapped around my left arm. I can already feel warmth spreading into my flesh and into my blood. I quickly slice off the two tentacles on my legs. Fortunately, neither of those touched bare skin.

  “I already have you,” laughs the mimic. “Don’t you feel it, sweetheart? All warm and fuzzy in your head? You want it. You want these…”

  He lifts two cock-tipped tentacles in front of me, waving them back and forth to tease me with the perfect shape of the purple phalluse
s. He’s right, whatever venom was in that tentacle that wrapped around my arm is making it hard for me to think clearly. My pussy is aching for those purple cock tentacles to plunder my tight holes. I could just bend over and slide down my trousers and…

  NO! I won’t give in to this leering mimic!

  I grit my teeth and fight back against the temptation of the venom. The chest lifts its gilded brow with surprise as I raise my sword above my head and charge. It flings the cock tentacles at me and I batter them aside, charging straight for the lid of the chest. I swing my sword down over my head with a cry of rage. It’s like swinging at a tree trunk, but the blade bights deep.

  “HNNNGKKK!” The mimic groans and its tentacles stiffen and then drop limp to the ground.

  I pull my sword out of the lid and blue blood sprays out of the wound in the wood. The monster is dead. For a moment, I fear that I might have killed Nellie as well. Then I hear her cries from beneath the lid.

  “MMmmmhmmmhmmm!”

  I try to lift the lid, but it is much heavier than it seemed. I manage to work my sword between the lid and the rest of the mimic and lever the lid open. With a push it swings all the way open, revealing the treasure – which is already decaying into golden sludge - and the pink membrane of the mimic’s digestive chamber. Nellie is inside, still writhing against the limp tentacles. I thought she was calling for help, but she’s complaining that the mimic has stopped fondling her.

  “Please, fuck me,” she moans. “God, I need it. Why did it stop? Put them back inside me?”

  I cut through the membrane and haul Nellie out of the insides of the monster. This vile chamber smells strangely good, like a freshly fucked cunt perfumed with rosewater. Nellie’s voluptuous body seems unharmed, but it is covered in slippery slime. She slides out of my grasp as I pull her out of the mimic and she lands on the stone floor with a wet slap.

  Nellie kicks her legs and runs her hands over her soft breasts as she flops onto her back. Her face is deeply flushed, her blue eyes seemingly out of focus. She reaches up for me, mewling with need.

  “Fuck me, please,” she gasps, grabbing at my legs and trying to pull me down with her. “Beatrix. I am burning up. I need to be fucked.”

  She is suffering a massive dose of the venom that nearly caused me to surrender to the mimic. Even the small amount of slime that brushed onto my hands when I lifted her out is stoking my desire.

  What should I do?

  Embrace Nellie and kiss her

  Slap Nellie to clear her mind

  Tell Nellie to use her magic

  My sword is not going to be enough for this oversized horny aspic. I need my faithful elf sidekick to use a few of her tricks.

  “Nellie! Use some magic on this thing!” I shout.

  “Very well,” she says uncertainly. “I will attempt a spell.”

  She steps around me to stand shoulder-to-shoulder, her arms outstretched, and fingers splayed as the slime continues wobbling towards us. Nellie begins to chant in the magic tongue, her words a sibilant whisper building to a cry. A sheet of roiling flame bursts from her fingertips and passes over the slime. There is a soft hiss and when the flame clears the slime is steaming. Its surface ripples and a faintly discolored patch clears away like steam wiped from a window.

  “I don’t think that worked,” I say, pulling Nellie back with me as we retreat from the slime. “Anything else?”

  “It depleted my strength,” moans Nellie, a hand to her temple. “But I will try another.”

  We are backed against the wall by the approaching slime. There is nowhere for us to go. I ready my sword and Nellie prepares another spell, her chant grows louder and more intense until it reaches its climax just as the slime launches several thick tendrils at us. A rush of chilled air bursts from her fingers like smoke, catching the slime and freezing its tendrils in midair. They drop heavily to the floor and break apart as ice crystals reach almost to the slime’s central mass.

  “Bloooooooooooo!” The slime howls in pain.

  Nellie sags against me. I hold her up with one arm as I use the other to wield my sword. The slime retreats for a moment, but then sends a pseudopod towards us, reaching out to the frozen chunks and causing them to thaw. These melting bits rejoin the slime and heal any injury.

  “Anything else?” I ask, desperately.

  “No, Beatrix,” moans Nellie, slumping against my arm. “My power is spent.”

  I lean her against the wall and hold my sword in both hands, ready to meet the brunt of the zyggoth’s assault. It launches a half-dozen glistening extensions, crawling across the tiled floor and reaching through the air. I assume it’s going to grab us with the tentacles and I hack one and then another. It wasn’t reaching for us at all. The extensions were a means of moving closer and the slime pulls its huge, quivering body onto us in a rush.

  “Ahhhhhh!” I cry out, driven back to the wall. There is nowhere to go as the burbling wave of evil goo crashes onto us. The weight of it drags me down to the floor and its gooey bulk wraps my legs and draws me deeper. Nellie disappears under its slimy mass with barely a cry of dismay.

  It’s a cool, heavy, and slippery all around my lower body. I stab into it with my sword and it sucks my weapon blade-first out of my hand, drawing it through its gelatinous body and spitting it out the other side.

  “Gods! No!” I cry, punching at its wobbling membrane and kicking my legs inside it. Fighting the slime only seems to lightly churn the go around my leg.

  “Bllooooooo,” it burbles happily and slurps me deeper. Cool slime engulfs my breasts and up to my chin. I keep my arms out for a moment longer, but tendrils of slime curl there way up and over my arms and drag them inside its bulk. The bizarre face appears above me, the dark organs of its eyes beneath the wet surface.

  “You bastard,” I cry. Through his face, I can see Nellie completely submerged within the slime, no longer fighting, bubbles escaping her lips and her hair splayed out around her inside its body. My eyes widen as I realize her clothes are melting away, dissolving to nothing and leaving behind only bits of metal from the trim and fasteners.

  I manage a final cry of horror as I am drawn into the slime with Nellie. Violet goo closes over my head and I hold my breath as my skin begins to tingle. I can feel my own clothing melting away around me, stripping off my body and disintegrating to scraps. Certain that I am about to be dissolved along with it, I surrender to the almost pleasant sensation and close my eyes.

  But the slime isn’t devouring us, he’s stripping us naked and bearing us away from the chamber. The gelatinous body of the zyggoth carries us up the wall and into a dark hatchway in the ceiling. We arrive in a tiny, dark chamber just as I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. The slime spits me out of his body and I gasp for breath, Nellie panting and choking beside me.

  “Are you alright?” I gasp, reaching out to touch her in the darkness. I feel the curve of her hip and the soft flesh of her buttocks. She shifts and turns towards me, crawling into my arms. Her naked, slimy body presses against mine. I cannot help but feel her fat nipples mashed against my chest.

  “Oh, Beatrix,” she moans, clinging tightly to me. “I’m scared.”

  “It’s okay,” I whisper. “I don’t think it wants to hurt us. If it did, well, we would have suffocated inside it.”

  “But what does it want with us then?” Nellie moans.

  “Blooooooooo?” The zyggoth burbles softly. I can see it shifting by the faint light from below, a glistening, roiling mound that blocks any hope of escape from this tiny chamber.

  Nellie whimpers against my shoulder as the slime’s tentacles crawls up our legs, parting them as it draws our feet back into its cool liquid flesh. Slime squeezes between my toes, sucks at them and draws my legs into its body. The squeezing force of its bulk pushes my legs apart and a thick tendril of slime emerges and brushes against the folds of my cunt. Nellie, on her knees beside me, moans with despair as a fat slimy tendril invades her pussy from behind.

&n
bsp; We are trapped, half inside the slime, our cunts plundered by slimy cocks. It seems to flow inside me, like a force of water rather than a solid object, opening me wide and pushing in and out and against my womb. When my inner muscles squeeze against it the slime’s appendage tapers in the middle like the pinched waist of an hourglass. But one that is flowing and thrusting in and out of my aching pussy.

  “Gods, it’s good,” I moan, unable to deny strange pleasure.

  “Yesssss,” whimpers Nellie, burying her face against the stone, her hips raised as the slime pumps and slurps in and out of her cunt.

  More slimy appendages reach up my body. They engulf my breasts and begin sucking at the stiff pebbles of my nipples. The pleasure of being so gently fondled and yet completely at the mercy of the creature is indescribable. More tentacles extend over me, tickling my sensitive skin and pressing into the crack of my ass. A slender tendril screws into my clenched hole. Once my ring opens, the tentacles pours its liquid length deep into my ass.

  “OoOOooooooh,” I howl with pleasure, bucking my hips.

  My orgasm is coaxed from my core with pulses and waves of movement inside me. I howl and reach out with a hand, finding Nellie’s shoulder in the darkness, her body moving as she eagerly ruts with the slime. In the faint light I can just make out her face, her eyes half-closed with pleasure and her mouth being fucked by one of the slime’s appendages. In the throes of my pleasure, I feel a strange warmth building inside the otherwise cool flesh of the slime. It spreads into my pussy and ass and the slime grows strangely harder.

  “What… oohhhh… what is happening?” I gasp.

  “I’m cumming!” Nellie replies. “I’m cumming!!”

  “BloooOOooo!” The slime sings behind us. Its cock throb deep inside me and I feel the sudden, hot rush of its cum pumping into my fertile pussy. The first gush of zyggoth spunk is all it takes for the magic of the dungeon to take hold. My orgasm surges to a new peak, joined by a feeling of fulfilment and happiness.