Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 3

by Amanda Clover

  “Oooooh my love,” I cry. “I don’t think you even have a name! But I know you love me and I love you!”

  “Yessss!” Nellie cries, exultant. “Yes! Breed me. We will make wonderful babies!”

  Will we? What will our babies be? I smile at the thought, pushing against the slime’s pumping cocks, moaning and squirming as more and more of its hot cum spurts into my depths.

  I suppose I will find out what my babies will be now that I have been bred by the slime.

  CONTINUE >

  Passage to freedom

  My footsteps hammer the stones as I run headlong into the darkness. Nellie is gone and I am running from her fate as I hurry down the dark hallway. When that horrible slime is done with her will it ooze under the door and come for me?

  I lift a guttering magical torch from a wall sconce and keep my other hand on the grip of my sword. I keep running, the heatless flame of the torch trailing back across my arm and coloring my pale flesh with flickering blue light. With the torch in my hand, I can see that the hallway is narrow and the walls smooth. Featureless at first, the walls gradually become worn brick and the stone floor transitions to tiles patterned with images that depict ships, the sea, and underwater animals including fish-like men.

  I’m not feeling optimistic about those tiles, but I need to keep going in this direction. The air grows warmer and there is a salty tinge to it.

  After journeying for seemingly hours, the hallway reaches an end and there are two doors, both made of heavy wood banded with iron and apparently locked. The door directly ahead of me seems locked from the other side with a keyhole so choked with rust and grime that I am not sure I could force a key into it even if I had one. I throw my shoulder against the door, which barely budges, but my efforts succeed in leaving my shoulder throbbing with pain.

  That leaves the other door, which has a similar locking mechanism but with the bolt on the side facing the hallway. As if it’s keeping something out. I don’t really want to find out what that something is, but there’s no way through the other door.

  I set my torch against the wall to keep one hand on my sword as I throw the bolt and slowly turn the knob. I hear nothing from the other side. I give the door a gentle pull and it opens easily, revealing a darkness barely touched by the flickering light of the magical torch.

  A shape surges towards me from the impenetrable black. I glimpse a flash of silver and see honey-colored eyes glaring with hatred.

  I try to draw my sword, but the woman is on me in an instant, her cutlass to my throat and anger glowing in those dark-rimmed eyes. She has golden brown skin to match her eyes, hair as lustrously dark as my own, and a slender body that seems rounder in the hips than in her bust. Her clothing is loose and yet revealing. Golden rings hang from her earlobes and she sneers with full, sensual lips as she presses me back through the door and into the hallway. She pins me against the wall.

  “Thought you could keep me from my ship?” She says, speaking with an exotic accent like none I have heard before. “Who do you work for? Robert the Black or that damned wizard?”

  “Zimon?” I gasp.

  “Yes! The very one!” She presses the edge of her sword against my throat. “He bedded me and took my ship and crew all because of that blaggard Robert the Black! I trusted them both and they robbed me of my livelihood and locked me in this cell!”

  “I didn’t lock you in that cell!” I cry in protest. “Please, I’ve been locked here by Zimon as well! I’m a prisoner!”

  “Are you then?” She raises an eyebrow but keeps her blade at my throat. “What do they call you, girl?”

  “B-Beatrix Ardora,” I say. “Could you please take your blade away from my throat?”

  Her lips pinch tightly together. She seems to consider slicing my throat and decides not to get my blood on her white blouse or the pert mounds of her cleavage. She lowers the sword and shoves it into her cloth belt.

  “I am Delfina Desiree,” she says, standing proudly. “You may know me as Delfina the Savage, captain of the Savage Queen. My ship. Not Zimon’s and not Robert’s. You understand?”

  “Yes, I think so,” I say. “Zimon and this Robert the Black fellow took your ship and locked you up here.”

  “That’s right,” says Delfina. “Robert was my… navigator… and Zimon persuaded him to leave me on this island in this jail.”

  “Island?” I ask curiously.

  “Yes, silly girl. They locked me in here only minutes before you arrived. They might not have had time to set sail in my ship.” She puts a hand on the grip of her cutlass. “Quickly now. You will take me to them.”

  “I would if I knew where they were,” I said. I slowly pick up the torch, careful not to make any sudden moves, and hold it out toward the other door. “There’s this locked door. They might be on the other side.”

  “I suppose you do not have the key,” she says. “No matter. I can open a door such as this.”

  She takes a tinder horn from her belt and pours a bit of black powder into the keyhole. She strikes a phosphor match on the stone wall and it bursts to yellow flame.

  “Why didn’t you use this to escape the cell?” I ask.

  “Too small in there,” she says. “Too dangerous. Besides, I was only in there a few minutes. Now step back, Beatrix, before your pretty head is blown to bits.”

  I back quickly away from the door as Delfina touches the match to the black powder. There is a faint hiss of trickling powder igniting. Delfina flees towards me, her slender shoulder hitting mine and sending us both to the floor in a tangle. Our eyes meet as she presses down atop me with her knee between my thighs.

  There is a whoosh of ignition and then, with a thunderous boom, the hallway dissolves into fire.

  TO BE CONTINUED IN

  Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend’s Dungeon (Level 4: Ghost Pirates, Tentacle Beasts, and Fishmen)

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  Keep up my guard as I approach the mimic

  I need to get Nellie out of this elf-eating chest before it turns her into an extremely top-heavy sword. I brandish my blade and edge closer to it, shifting to the side to stay out of line of sight of those evil red eyes. The chest is backed up against a wall, so there is no sneaking behind it, but I figure the side is my best bet.

  As if in response to my new plan of attack, the chest opens a little wider, revealing that awful pink sac again and sending out a half-dozen tentacles. Two are thick and purple and end in tips like penises. The other four are slender and pink and move much more quickly. They come at me almost as if they know right where I’m standing. I swing my sword and manage to slice through one of the tentacles. It’s about as thick as my tongue and tough as boiled leather, but my sword severs an arm’s length of pink tentacle that flops to the floor and wriggles like a wounded snake.

  “Ah! You nasty woman! That hurts!” The mimic shouts in anger.

  “Keep them away from me and I won’t have to chop them up,” I say, moving closer to the chest. It’s almost close enough to lunge at. A few more steps and I’ll be able to slice into that pink membrane to free Nellie from the chest.

  One of the thicker purple tentacles tries to creep up on me from behind, but I whirl to confront it with my raised sword. It stops just out of reach, wavering in the air back and forth like a serpent poised to strike. This close I can see the detail of the tentacles. It has a bulbous head and even a slit like a phallus, rings of ridges that I can imagine rubbing against my inner walls as it slips inside me, and a series of bumps near what would be the base.

  “Nice try,” I mutter. “You almost had me, but—”

  My words are cut short as two pink tentacles wrap around my ankles and pull with sudden force. I fall badly, losing my sword to keep from slamming my forehead into the stone floor. The sword clangs to the floor just out of reach and another pink tentacle shoots past me, wraps the grip of the sword, and flings it well out of reach. The two tentacles wr
apping my ankles continue to slither up inside my trousers and wrap my calves. They begin to drag me toward the chest.

  “No! Let go of me!” I cry, desperately trying to kick. “I’ll chew my way through your tentacles, you brute! Let go of… of… stop it…”

  A strange warmth seeps into my legs wherever the tentacles are touching my bare flesh. They are continuing to wind their way up my thighs, spreading this warmth into my core and making my pussy throb. I moan as my nipples stiffen and my body grows hot with need. The thought of escaping the tentacles fades into a feverish curiosity about the pleasure they might have in store for me.

  “You silly sluts are all the same,” laughs the mimic. “All piss and vinegar until you feel those tentacles. They got little tiny stinging cells all over them. Feels good, don’t it? Just you wait. I’ll make it feel real good.”

  He – I can’t help but think of the chest as male with those penis tentacles and that gruff voice – drags me across the floor and around to his face. His red eyes glare down at me as he rolls me over onto my back. The tentacles wrapped around my legs are reaching up to my panties, sliding their tips into my underwear and brushing warmly against the folds of my cunt. I shudder and moan as pleasure ripples down my channel.

  More tentacles slide out of the chest and begin pulling off my clothing. They caress my body and tickle my flesh with their warmth.

  “Oooh that’s good, honey,” laughs the chest. “You’re a real doll. Maybe that’s what I’ll turn you into. A little golden doll. Oh, those nice perky tits, those long legs. You’re a beauty. Go ahead, spread ‘em for me. Touch your tits. It’s okay.”

  “Yesss,” I gasp, parting my thighs wide for the chest to see as I run my hands over my breasts and my stiff nipples. My body is alive with desire. My own fingers rubbing over my nipples sends jolts of pleasure to my clit like they are wired together. I pinch my nipples and it sets off an explosion in my core, a shocking orgasm that bursts from within me and leaves me bucking and writhing on the floor.

  My body is growing slimier by the moment as the mimic caresses me with his tentacles. Two pink tendrils bind my breasts, squeezing them tightly until they become red with trapped blood. It seems like it would hurt, but it feels wonderful, especially as those tentacles begin flicking their tips at my nipples like hot tongues.

  I squirm on the floor, naked and slimy with whatever secretions are oozing from the tentacles, my body glistening as I writhe on the stone. Every movement seems to stoke my pleasure. I whimper and jerk with every tweak and flick of the pink tentacles. A purple tentacle with its fat purple monster cock slithered into view above me. Two smaller tentacles are already teasing the entrance of my pussy and making me ache with need for that bigger tentacle inside me.

  “Yes, you want it, don’t you?” The mimic laughs, its red eyes gleaming. “Go ahead and tell me what to do with my big purple one. It’s okay, tell me what you want. Don’t be bashful.”

  “Fuck me,” I cry, bucking my hips against the tentacles stroking my pink petals.

  “You got it bad, don’t you sweetie? Heh heh heh. Alright, I got something for you. Right here.” The purple tentacle thumped against my body, oozing slime from its slit as it massaged my breasts, down my tummy and rubbed against the hot furrow of my pussy. The pink tentacles parted my folds like doormen at a fancy ball holding the door for royalty. “So soft and pink and wet. This is going to feel real nice. I promise.”

  “Yes, please,” I moan, lifting my hips off the floor and offering the mimic a view of my cunt. Some buried part of me knows that I am in the throes of madness, but knowing my prison does not help me escape it. I desperately want that purple cock inside me. “Fuck me. Ohhhh, please, fuck meeeee!”

  “Your wish is granted, sweetheart!” The chest laughs as it thrusts its fat purple cock at me and impales my pussy on the throbbing length. It all happens in slow motion. It’s more wonderful than I could have imagined. I am cumming by the time the third ring has rubbed over my clit. As the vibrating bumps at the base of the cock portion of the tentacle hit my clit I am already bucking and wailing with ecstasy.

  “Oh, gods! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with your big purple cock!” I wail, bucking frantically as powerful bursts of pleasure tear through my body.

  “You got it, baby,” laughs the mimic as it begins plunging its cock in and out of me with intense force. I can see the huge cock bulging my belly. I can feel it stretching my inner walls and rubbing inside me. Its slime pours out of my pussy and dribbles down my crack. More pink tentacles surround me, tickling me and teasing me, exploring my asshole and binding my breasts tightly.

  I descend into seizures of pleasure, orgasms overlapping and driving me deeper into madness. My mouth hangs open, my tongue is out and drooling, and that wonderful cock is throbbing inside me. I feel the hot release of cum against my womb, but there is no magic to be worked here, only more pleasure. The mimic is not trying to breed me, I realize, it’s feeding on me already. The magical digestion process has begun.

  I begin to laugh through my climactic convulsions. I try to talk to the mimic, but no words will come out of my mouth. More purple cocks rub against me. Three of them. Four. They’re spurting hot splashes of liquid all over my breasts, into my mouth, and covering me in thick, sweet-smelling spunk.

  Thick wrappings of pink tentacles surround my legs and draw me towards the opening lid. I whimper and twitching with pleasure as I am drawn into that yawning mouth, any hope of escape long forgotten. I feel the membrane parting, a hot gust of air engulfing me as I slide helplessly into the chest. Nellie is there, moaning and writhing with me, our limbs entangling, our bodies fused in pleasure as the tentacles continue their diabolical work.

  “Bye bye, sweetie,” laughs the mimic. His lid closes over Nellie and me as his tentacles fuck away the last of our senses. He belches.

  And then it’s only darkness and warmth and endless pleasure.

  CONTINUE >

  Clean Nellie’s ass with my tongue

  I can’t stop myself. Gods help me, the sight of Nellie’s big creamy ass and her swollen, freshly fucked asshole all covered in werewolf cum drives me wild. I’m a dirty, cum-eating slut. I need to clean her up with my tongue!

  “I’ll clean you up,” I gasp. “Stay just like that.”

  I caress her plush cheeks and fall to my knees behind her. The thick musk of sex wafts from her cum-drenched ass. Benjin looks on with fascination, his head tilted to the side and his nose twitching as he sniffs the air.

  I lean lower behind the elf, pressing a kiss to Nellie’s smooth ass. I lap up a spot of cum from the back of her thigh, tasting the thick, salty flavor. My tongue is drawn by the curve of her flesh to the raunchy crevasse between her mounds. She sucks in a breath as I slowly run my tongue from her cum-splashed cunt and into her flooded crack. Her reddened pucker clenches tight, pushing out a bubble of werewolf spunk. I go right for it, licking it up and tonguing the rim of her raw wrinkle.

  “Oooooooohhhh, that’s good,” croons Nellie. “He put so much inside me too.”

  “I’d better put my tongue inside you then,” I moan and wiggle my tongue deep into her pink pucker. She cries out, arching her body and reaching back to grab my head and hold my face buried in the soft valley of her ass. It only encourages me to thrust my tongue deeper into her cum-stuffed elf asshole.

  I’m so busy licking and tongue-fucking Nellie’s big, soft ass, that I forget all about the werewolf standing three paces away. Right up until I feel my trousers being yanked down and something hot and thick pressing against my cunt.

  “Mmmmhmmm?” I moan and try to lift my head, but Nellie holds my face smothered in her ass. I try to fight her, but she’s having so much fun that she doesn’t realize I’m in real trouble.

  “Mate with pretty girls!” Benjin growls, taking hold of my hips and thrusting into my sopping snatch. I wail with my tongue buried in Nellie’s creamy hole as my cunt is filled to the hilt with werewolf cock. It’s incredible. It’s so big a
nd slippery that even though it stretches me wide, it slips easily in and out of my pussy like a greased piston.

  “Mmmmmhmmmm!” I cry, pushing back against the huge, throbbing cock and licking Nellie’s asshole with even greater enthusiasm. Benjin pounds my pussy with animal fury, hammering his cock into my tight cunt and driving my face into the cushions of Nellie’s ass.

  “Ooohhhh, yes!” The elf cries with pleasure. “Fuck my ass deep with your tongue!”

  I can feel her hot hole flexing around my tongue. Her fingers moving between her thighs to stroke her clit as she rolls her hips and rubs her ass against my face. I’m buried in her soft flesh and so focused on the growing pleasure in my cunt that I forget all about the danger of being fucked by a werewolf. He takes full advantage, his nails digging into my tender flesh and his heavy body leaning over me. He licks and pants at my ear, humping away at me and growling with pleasure as his huge cock pistons into my pussy.

  Nellie wails with pleasure, bucking hard against my face, and plunging into an orgasmic fit that has her thighs quivering and her used asshole puckering against my tongue. My own pleasure wells, my pussy gripping hard at Benjin’s lupine cock, squeezing around his thrusting length. And I feel something pushing at my cuntlips. Like the base of his cock is getting bigger and bigger, forcing its way into my cunt, trapping his huge cock inside me.

  “AWWWOOOOOOO!” The werewolf howls. I realize, far too late, that the bulge stretching me and stuffing me is his knot. It twitches as his huge cock throbs inside me. Hot werewolf spunk spurts against my fertile womb and in an instant the magic of the dungeon takes hold. Pleasure like none I have ever felt before bursts from deep inside me. This surge of pleasure meets the euphoria of realizing my destiny. I was born to be bred by this werewolf! I will be a perfect mate for him!