One after another, the mummified corpses attack me and I loot their treasure, until the only thing standing between me and freeing Nellie is a skeleton with a long red beard wearing a mail coat and wielding a sword that touches the ceiling as it holds it over its head.
“Thief!” It rasps and charges at me.
He’s faster with that sword than you’d think. He parries two of my swings and then slams the sword down, pinning my sword to the floor. That’s when I kick him right under his ribcage and in his spine. He topples backwards and explodes inside his armored coat. The heavy great sword clangs to the floor, along with several rings with large gemstones.
I gather up all the treasure and return to the room containing the mimic, my arms laden with glittering treasure.
“Sounded like a fun time in there,” laughs the chest. “Let’s see what you got. Bring it closer so I can have a look.”
I dump the treasure on the floor at what I believe to be almost the limit of the mimic’s tentacles. I draw my sword and stand in front of the treasure.
“Some good stuff here,” I say. “A goblet, a bunch of rings, a hammer, a helm, and several other items. I bashed apart a whole brigade of skeletons to get these for you. Let Nellie go and they’re yours.”
“Hmmmm, lemme get a look at some of it,” says the mimic, sending a questing pink tentacle over to the pile of treasure.
I raise my sword menacingly, reading to sever the tentacle as I warn, “Try to grab any of it and I’m dicing you up.”
“Fine, fine,” he growls. “You are a real pain in my hinges, you know that? Alright, this stuff, it’s not great, but I suppose if I polish it up I’d be able to use it to lure some pretty girls.”
“I don’t care what you’re going to use it for, just give me back my friend!”
“Alright,” he grunts. The chest swings open wide and the pink membrane parts to reveal Nellie, naked and writhing in the chest. She could just stand up and step out of the chest, but instead she continues bucking her hips and squirming against the tentacles lining the inside of the chest.
“Nellie!” I cry. “Nellie, come out of there.”
“MMmmmllllaaaaaa!” The mimic makes a sound like my father when he accidentally drank from a bottle of machine oil. Nellie comes squirting out of his innards and rolls across the floor. He spits out her clothing after her. She continues to moan and writhe on the floor as I drag her out of reach of the mimic’s tentacles. The beautiful elf has a faraway look in her eyes and is pumping her fingers into her pink pussy. Her slimy breasts heave and her
“Nellie, snap out of it,” I cry, shaking her shoulders.
“Fuck me, please,” she moans desperately, pawing at my body. “I need it. I need to be fucked.”
I slap her twice, hard, across her cheeks and some sense returns to her. Even the slight contact of pulling her away from the mimic has cause the slime secreted by his tentacles to taint me with strange heat and desire. I resist my urges to join Nellie on the floor and instead force her to her feet.
“We have to get out of here,” I say. “Come on, put your clothes on.”
“The tentacles,” she says, gazing longingly at the mimic. “They feel so good.”
“You’re welcome to come back!” The mimic laughs and opens its lid wide. Nellie takes a step towards it, but I pull her away again.
“We’re going!” I say, shaking her shoulders. I press her clothing into her arms and step back. “Get dressed.”
“Y-yes, very well,” she says and begins pulling on her wet clothing.
Once she is fully dressed, I turn my attention to finding a way out. There is a large yawning opening to another room near the mimic. That goes back to the tombs. I’m not going back in there unless there is no alternative.
I spot a smaller arched passage hidden in nearby shadows. I point it out to Nellie and she conjures one of her glowing orbs. The floating light reveals a tunnel with two very narrow walkways on either side of a wide, shallow canal. The water is dark, but does not smell particularly bad, so at least it isn’t sewage.
“Looks like we’re going to get wet,” I say, wading into the water.
“I am rather dirty,” she chuckles, gasping slightly as we slip thigh-deep into the cold water.
“See you later, ladies,” shouts the mimic. “Watch out for the thing hiding in the water!”
“Don’t listen to him,” I say, trying to heed my own advice as we set off through the water. The canal stretches ahead into the darkness, the surface only stirred by the movement of our legs. We have no idea how far it goes or how deep it can get. There certainly could be a monster lurking under the water…
No, I refuse to believe the mimic!
CONTINUE >
Guard against the werewolf
“Stay back, Benjin!” I shout, raising my sword and backing away from the light of the cabin. The werewolf that was Benjin growls and hunches low as if he intends to leap at us. His lips are curled back and his teeth flash white in the moonlight. Nellie cringes behind me as I continue to back away.
He charges us, slashing with his claws. I deflect them with my sword, his nails ringing like metal against the steel of my blade. The werewolf is fast and powerful, but his is an untrained brute fighting on instinct. If I can keep my calm, I think I can continue to deflect his attacks.
He slashes at us again, trying to get behind me to get at Nellie. I turn and Nellie stays clinging to my shoulder. She yells in fear, but does not move out from behind me or give him an opportunity to separate us. My blade slices into the werewolf’s arm and he yelps in pain and retreats for a moment. He looks at the wound and licks it with his tongue. By the light of the moon, I can see the bloody gash in his arm closing up.
“Can’t stop me,” he snarls. “Sword only hurts.”
“It will keep hurting you if you keep trying to grab us,” I shout. “Stay back, Benjin. Let us go.”
My original plan was to retreat across the stream and back into the woods. The werewolf keeps attacking us and we end up going the other direction, past the cabin again, into the woods behind it. I don’t really have a plan about where we are going. If this room is all an illusion then surely there is an end to the illusion. If we can get out from under the moon then maybe the werewolf will be forced to stop.
He attacks us three times. Four. Nellie falls on a tree root and I have to stand over her to keep the werewolf from grabbing her ankle and dragging her off. He is coming in for a fifth attack, snarling furiously, eyes wild with rage, when a thick bank of clouds passes across the moon.
The werewolf drops to his knees, which gives me an opportunity to help Nellie to her feet. As she stands up, I turn and realize that Benjin has transformed back into a man. He is crouching naked on the ground, his muscular shoulders and chest heaving with exertion.
“Benjin?” Nellie says, taking a step towards him. “Are you alright?”
I pull her back and hiss, “We need to leave.”
“Go,” agrees Benjin, pulling himself up on the trunk of a dead tree. “Go now. When the clouds clear I will transform. I won’t be able to control my desire.”
We linger a moment longer, wanting to help this human man we see before us, but knowing what he will become when the full moon is revealed again. I manage to pull Nellie away from him, stumbling reluctantly into the woods, so dark now without the moon to light our way. She casts a glowing orb ahead of us and we run.
The moonlight begins to return and the werewolf howls in the distance behind us.
“Run!” I cry to Nellie. “Run! It is our chance to escape! We have to find the way out of this place!”
We charge headlong through the trees, our hearts pounding and the lusty werewolf on our scent.
CONTINUE >
I’ll volunteer to be mated first
My attraction to the werewolf cannot be denied. I know it is foolish, I know it is condemning me to life as his mate, but I cannot resist him. I brush past Nellie, my eyes locking with his lupin
e face. He cocks his head curiously as I approach. I unbutton my blouse for him, slipping it from my shoulders and exposing the soft, perky mounds of my breasts. His long, pink tongue licks his chops in a gesture so like a dog ready to eat its meal that I feel a hot rush of the taboo welling up inside me. This is wrong. It is strange and wrong, but I cannot stop myself.
I stride closer to him, dropping my sword belt and unbuttoning my torn trousers. His snout sniffs the air as I step out of my trousers and underwear and show him the dark thatch of my cunt and the pink hiding beneath. I am naked for him, smiling, my heart beating heavily as I step right up to the hulking werewolf. I am unarmed. He could take my head off with a snap of his massive jaws or rake his claws across my chest. I tremble at the thought, but Benjin does not move.
“I want you to mate me,” I softly admit and touch his furry chest. I run my fingers into the thick, silky fur and feel his heart beating in his powerful chest. My hands slide lower as I look up into his deep, curious eyes. My fingers brush against the slick warmth of his cock fully extended from his sheath. I trace the shape of it and feel it twitch beneath my fingers.
“Get down on your knees,” he growls. “Present yourself to me.”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, trembling with excitement. I turn around and present myself to him, lowering my head to the floor of his cabin and lifting my firm, peachy rear high behind me. I make eye contact with Nellie and I am shocked to see that she has her robe half off and is fondling her breasts and her pussy as she watches me. Her lusty behavior only encourages me more. I reach a hand between my thighs and spread my delicate cuntlips for Benjin.
The werewolf lowers his lupine snout to my count, his hot breath washing over me as he sniffs and snuffles at my pussy and up to the crack of my ass. His soft, warm, wet tongue begins to lick at my crack, my asshole, and down to my cunt again. He licks my pussy repeatedly, growling as he does and sending hot lashes of pleasure through my body. I whimper and push back against his snout.
He mounts me with sudden violence. He lunges atop me, growling and pressing down over my back. His hot, slippery cock presses against my folds. I cry out and Nellie cries out with me, pumping her fingers into her blonde-fringed cunt. His fat tip rubs against my pussy. It slides and slips over it and I reach back, grasping his cock and guiding it to my tender hole.
“Godssssss,” I hiss, my cuntlips opening to him, my slick channel engulfing his first stroke. He buries his length in my tender slit until I feel his furry balls rubbing against my clit. Benjin does not take time to savor that first thrust, he grips me tightly, pressing down against me as he begins to furiously rut my aching cunt. His length plunders my pussy with such force that I can hardly catch my breath.
I manage to push my upper body off the floor and brace myself on my hands, my perky breasts shuddering beneath me, his cock clopping into my pussy again and again. His soft fur may soften the sound, but he is fucking me just as hard.
“Ohhhhhh it’s so good,” I cry. “It’s so big!”
“The better to fuck you with,” growls the werewolf, snarling in my ear. His snout presses against my neck and his hot tongue lashes my neck and ear, around to my throat, my mouth as I part my lips in breathless pleasure.
I manage to lift my gaze and focus through the haze of building ecstasy to meet Nellie’s gaze. The shapely elf is deeply flushed, her creamy breasts bouncing against her arm as she pumps her fingers into her pussy. Her nectar spills past her fingers and trickles over the pink divot of her asshole. She moans, “You look so beautiful being mounted, Beatrix. Being fucked by the beast.”
“Oh, yes, mount me,” I cry. “Fill me with… with…”
I feel his huge cock swelling at its base. It grows and meets the lips of my cunt, stretching them wider as his bestial bulge invades my aching cunt. I realize what it is as it pushes into my tight pussy.
“His knot,” I moan. “He’s… his knot is… ooooOOOOHHH!”
It is inside me and we are bound together. His massive knot stuffs my tender channel and with a fearsome howl, Benjin erupts deep inside me. His cock throbs and floods my pussy with his hot seed. It bathes my womb and in an instant, everything changes. I peak forcefully and my pleasure exceeds any I have ever known.
“Goddddsss!” I am overwhelmed with love and happiness. My climax surges higher still and I feel a strange, powerful pulse inside me. I realize in that instant that I am joined to him. I am cumming with him, milking his spurting cock, and he is marking me with his cum.
“You are mine,” growls Benjin, his words hot in my ear. “You are my bitch. My mate.”
“Yes! Oh, yes, Benjin!” I cry, pushing back against his bulging cock. I ride the peak of my pleasure and down again, slumping to the floor, but still trapped against the werewolf by his pink knot. It strains my cunt. It feels as if it will surely break me. Then it pops free and some of his cum trickles out from my folds. Gasping, barely bale to think, I manage to lift my head and look at Nellie.
“You have to try it,” I gasp. “It is so perfect. So wonderful. I am his mate now!”
I laugh at the sheer strangeness of it, at the sudden relief from my imprisonment. I am free to love the werewolf however I desire. I reach my hand between my thighs again and feel the hot flow of cum from my well-fucked pussy. I play with my slick folds and look up at Nellie.
“Come and try it, Nellie,” I smile madly as I beckon her towards me. “You need to be mated.”
“I need to recover,” growls the werewolf, standing over us both. I roll onto my back and gaze up at his drooping cock, cum still dripping from his tip as his length retreats into his sheath. Nellie kisses my shoulder and neck and caresses my breasts. I stretch an arm up to Benjin’s cock, caresses it and squeezing it as more cum trickles out of his tip.
“Ohhhh, put it in your mouth,” he growls. “Show me, my mate. Show me you know how to serve your alpha.”
“Yes, oh, my alpha, I like that,” I giggle. I sit up, running my tongue eagerly over his fat cock. His dripping cum is so salty and delicious. I moan as I take him into my mouth, suckling him and massage his furry bollocks.
As I am sucking my alpha’s delicious cock, I feel Nellie move atop me, her hot mouth closing on my lift nipple and her fingers playing with my right. She sucks at my breast and slides a hand between my thighs. I moan around the werwolf’s cock, looking up at him adoringly as his cock begins to stiffen once more. I roll my tongue around and around his tip, coaxing him back to full hardness as Nellie’s lips, tongue, and fingers explore my body.
“Enough,” growls Benjin, pulling his reddening cock from between my lips. “It is time for the elf to be mated.”
Nellie is already on her hands and knees, moving between my thighs to run her tongue over my cum-stuffed pussy. I cry out, arching and thrusting my cunt against her eager mouth. My inner muscles flutter and more of Benjin’s spunk spills out of me and onto Nellie’s tongue. Benjin moves behind Nellie, stroking at her big ass and giving her loins a good stiff and a taste that elicits a moan against my pussy.
I feel almost jealous watching my alpha mount Nellie, but I am also overjoyed that the beautiful elf will soon be a part of the pack with me. He surges atop her, draping his furry body over her shapely curves. She moans against my sopping cunt, burying her tongue into the hot cum spilling from my folds. Her huge, dangling breasts swing and shake with the rapid thrusts of the werewolf. He drapes his head over her shoulder, beside her face, his pink tongue lolling from his mouth as he furiously ruts Nellie’s elf cunt.
It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. As the werewolf fucks Nellie hard and fast, his tall wagging and his back hunched, I sit up and hold her face in my hands. It is contorted in pleasure. Gods, but she is beautiful, getting her tight pussy filled with the werewolf’s cock.
“Oh, Beatrix,” she gasps. “I can feel it. I am so very close!”
“Cum for him,” I say, leaning my face down to hers. “Cum for your new alpha!”
“Aaaahhhhhh, yesss
!” She cries, wailing with her climax and pushing back against the rutting beast. He grabs her so tightly that his claws draw little trickles of blood.
Benjin howls and thrusts deep, forcing his knot into Nellie’s pussy. A strange look comes over her face, something like pleasure mixed with surprise. It becomes pure, radiant, angelic happiness. She gasps and I know what she is feeling; that exquisite pleasure of being mated. As the magic of the dungeon takes hold, Nellie experiences an orgasm like known she has ever had before. Her pussy fills with his bestial seed and she joins me in the pack, another mate for the mighty alpha.
Nellie and I have both been bred by the werewolf.
CONTINUE >
Find mutual pleasure with Nellie
There is no need to second-guess my desires. I kiss her again, my hand sliding over Nellie’s breasts as I gently press her back onto the bedroll. My thigh presses between her legs. My fingers toy with her nipples as my kiss moves from her lips to her neck.
“What are you doing, Beatrix?” She moans.
My kiss roams to her heaving breasts. I meet her sapphire gaze as I kiss her breasts and mold them against my face. My tongue lashes her fat, pink nipples. I suck one and then the other, lips popping wetly. Finally, I answer her and say, “Whatever I want.”
I lean down and capture one of Nellie’s fat, pink nipples in my mouth. I suck at her soft breast, drawing the flesh between my lips and stretching out her nipple with my hungry suction. The elf wail and shudders against me, her fingers lacing into my hair. I pop my lips free of one nipple, leaving it glistening and red, and move to her other nipple, sucking just was eagerly at it. As I am licking and sucking her breasts, I push a hand between her shapely thighs and press my fingers to the seam of her pussy. Nellie’s folds are hot and slick with her nectar. I fumble my touch against the bud of her clit and she cries out again.
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