Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 3

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh, yes! Oh, but two can play this game, Beatrix!” She surprises me by using her breasts as much as her hands to push me and roll me onto my side. I fall with a laugh and Nellie pushes me onto my back, half off the bedroll, the fire crackling and warming my face.

  I start to sit up to demand to know why she has pushed me away just as things were heating up. I am nearly struck in the face as she swings a leg past me. A moment later, I am confronted with Nellie’s thick, creamy rump, as plush and plentiful as her bust. She pushes it back towards my face, bumping against my nose and mouth. I fall back, laughing, as she scoots her rear back and presents her pussy and luscious rump to me.

  “No fair,” I complain. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to move your big, juicy butt off of me.”

  “Too big?” She sounds incensed. “Well, I suppose you’ll be trapped there forever. There’s only one way to survive.”

  She lowers her ass to my face, smothering me with her creamy cheeks and pressing her cunt against my mouth. I breathe her scent, hot and raunchy, her cunt so warm it seems to melt against my mouth as her juices trickle over my lips. I try to say something to her, but Nellie’s fingers slide over my clit and send a hot spike of pleasure into my core. I cry out and the only thing to do is attack the hot pussy pressing down against my lips.

  I grab the soft globes of her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks, gasping as I thrust my tongue against the slick, silken folds of her cunt. She whines atop me, pushing her ass back again more. By the flickering firelight I can see more of Nellie and more intimately than I ever imagined. It only excites my lust. I tongue her sweet cunt, lashing my licks against the bud of her clit and watching the pucker of her anus tense with each spasm of pleasure I inflict.

  Nellie answers me by draping her shapely body over mine and leaning her face against my cunt. She parts my folds with her fingers and circles the tiny, sensitive bud of my clit with her nimble tongue.

  “Oooooohhhh gods,” I hiss against Nellie’s cunt, trying not to buck my hips and smash against her face. She grabs hold of my legs and begins sucking my clit from above. The pleasure shoots through me with such intensity that all I can think to do is bury my tongue in Nellie’s hot channel. My moans vibrate against her slick folds as I thrust my tongue deep inside her.

  My orgasm bursts through me with sudden force and I cannot hold back. I writhe beneath her and buck my hips, fucking against her face. Somehow, she stays latched to my clit, driving me mad. I recover my senses enough to reply in kind, drawing her delicate folds and her throbbing clit into my mouth with hard sucking. She wails atop me, against my clit, grinding back against my mouth. I am not as good at this as Nellie, so I do lose suction several times, but each time I quickly lash out with my tongue, battering her clit and her trembling folds.

  “Your skills have grown so quickly,” gasp Nellie, her thick thighs shaking against my face.

  “I might’ve had the skills all along,” I pant against her pussy, my breath hot and thick with her scent. “I’ve just become more eager to use them.”

  “Please, continue using them,” she moans, wiggling her hips and rubbing her slick folds against my mouth.

  I slip a hand between her thighs and massage the soaking folds of her cunt. She groans with pleasure as I part those delicate lips and slide my fingers into the hot, pink channel of her cunt. I begin with two, but I find that three makes her moan louder. As I work my fingers in and out of Nellie’s clutching cunt, I lean up and slide my tongue between her cheeks. It is a naughty, raunchy feeling to run my tongue over the velvet divot of her anus.

  She tenses and moans in surprise, “Much more eager to use your skills.”

  “Nnnhmmm,” I agree, my tongue swirling at her tender rim as I pump my fingers into her squeezing cunt. She recovers from her initial surprise and resumes licking and sucking my clit. She thrusts two fingers into my tight cunt, curling them perfectly inside me to find points of pleasure I struggle to locate alone in a warm bath. Each time she pumps her fingers into my cunt, she slips her pinkie finger beneath it, sliding between the edge of my ass and rubbing my own juices against my tender asshole.

  I let out a squeak the first time she does this and Nellie laughs, “I have skills as well.”

  Her teasing spurs my enthusiasm and I begin to fuck her pussy hard with my fingers and wantonly tongue her asshole. It’s indescribably hot to have my face pressed into the soft, supple flesh of her ass, smothered with her warmth and her elf scent as I tongue her clenching divot. I work the tip of my tongue past that delicate pucker and into the hot sheath of her ass. She howls with pleasure as my tongue invades her hole and I feel her cunt begin to clutch and squeeze against my fingers. I fuck her with my fingers and tongue, reveling in the moment and savoring her soft, girlish gasps of ecstasy.

  Nellie repays me with her little finger up my bum. It pushes into my hole, well-lubed with my own nectar, and she sucks hard at my clit as her fingers curl deep in my cunt. Tremor after tremor of pleasure rocks my body and I moan into the smothering flesh of her ass, barely able to breathe, but in such a state of ecstasy that I hardly even care.

  Little-by-little, our pleasure recedes. The last shocks of my orgasm calm and I drop my head back onto the stone floor of the cave, gasping the comparatively cool air. She climbs off my body and we embrace, kissing and tonguing passionately, our deeds flavoring our kiss as we hold tight to one another.

  She holds me against her and we pull a flimsy blanket over us both. I kiss her a few more times before she nuzzles against my pert breasts, her silky blonde hair spilling over my body. I stroke her head and seemingly in moments she is snoring against me. I smile and my sleep comes almost as easily.

  I awake to the cold and the dark. The fire has gone out and Nellie has rolled off the bedroll, taking the blanket with her. I sit up, suddenly feeling watched, and pull my knees against my chest. I search the darkness. The faintest glow of the embers in the fire illuminate something glittering in the dark near one of the columns against the wall of the cave.

  It moves.

  I jerk back and shake, gasping. I scramble over to Nellie until she is awake.

  “Something was here,” I explain.

  “What was it?” She asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

  “I don’t know,” I say, squinting at the darkness. “It might be gone now.”

  She conjures a glowing orb and we watch together as it floats over to the column. It illuminates a patch of stones that are wet and glistening. Was that it? Just liquid? But why is it wet there?

  “Maybe I imagined it,” I say. “But we need to get dressed. We need to keep going.”

  “Yes,” agrees Nellie. “We must leave this place. Together.”

  “Together,” I agree, exchanging a meaningful look with the beautiful elf. A smile flickers on her face. A rasping sound from somewhere in the darkness wipes it away. We gather our things, such as they are, and search the darkness around us.

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

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

  I take the lead as we set off through this mysterious door.

  CONTINUE >

  Nellie should offer to wank the werewolf with her tits

  Nellie is fully equipped with a couple of big, soft ball-drainers. She can handle the werewolf. She seems eager to do it. Oh, I’m sorry, am I being inappropriate? You try getting trapped in a dungeon full of horny monsters with a giant-breasted elf as a sidekick and see if you don’t get a little obscene.

  “I think my elf friend here is eager to give you a squeeze,” I say to Benjin. I look over my shoulder and grin at my busty companion. “Isn’t that right, Nellie?”

  “Huh?” She snaps out of staring at the werewolf’s red cock. Her face is almost as red. “Oh, um, yes. I would love to pleasure him with my breasts. Would that satisfy you, Mr. Werewolf?”

  He stalks closer to us, cocking hi
s head to the side and licking his chops. He sniffs the air and Nellie thrusts her chest out to emphasize her huge breasts straining at the front of her robe. I reach over and cup them with my hands, squeezing them in her robe so that the tops of her areolas are visible.

  “Imagine these around that big cock, Benjin,” I say, moving behind Nellie. I press my face against her cheek and untie her robe enough to expose more of her titflesh. She moans at my touch and bites her lower lip as she eyes the werewolf’s cock.

  “Very well,” he growls. “Inside the cabin. She comes with me.”

  Nellie starts toward him, but I grab her hand and pull her back. “You go in and sit down,” I say. “Then she’ll come in and take care of your cock.”

  His upper lip curls back in anger. His growl deepens. He finally snarls out a one-word reply. “Fine.”

  He turns and storms back into the cabin, leaving the door open so that we can seem him sit down on a chair by the fire. Because of his transformation, sitting upright is a bit awkward for him. He looks much like a cross between a man and a wolf and a human chair is only designed for one of those things. His furry legs jut straight out rather than touching the floor. His cock sticks up from beneath him, red and twitching as he stares at us through the open door.

  I give Nellie a gentle shove and she stumbles towards the cabin like she is in a trance. I follow a few steps behind, watching her walk, feeling my arousal build as I picture what Nellie will be doing to the werewolf.

  And then, with a few tugs on the cords of her robe and a shifting of cloth, she is walking towards the werewolf with her bare breasts cradled in her hands. Her huge mounds overflow her grasp. Her fat pink nipples jut outwards like the corks of brandy bottles. The werewolf stare in excitement and reaches out to her breasts as she draws closer.

  Nellie moans as his clawed hands push her hands aside. He fondles her roughly, squeezing her breasts and pinching her fat nipples. She whimpers with each pinch and he presses his lupine face between her heavy mounds and begins sniffing and licking her flesh.

  “Ohhhhh,” moans Nellie, stroking his lupine head as he nuzzles her breasts.

  “So soft,” moans the werewolf, running is soft, pink tongue over Nellie’s buds and making them glisten. “They could fill with milk and feed a hundred pups.”

  “Oh, please,” moans Nellie. “You must feel how soft they are, oooooh, around your, um, cock.”

  He looks up at her from her breasts, his tongue flicking at one of her nipples. He slowly sits back in the chair and growls, “Do it then, elf. Pleasure me with your fat tits.”

  “Yes, I will please you, Mr. Werewolf,” says Nellie, sounding entirely too enthusiastic about wanking Benjin’s big red cock with her breasts. She leans into his furry lap, engulfing him between her soft mounds. As she presses tightly around his red shaft, his slick member almost disappears completely. Any man would have had his cock swallowed whole, but Benjin’s lupine lovestick nestles between her breasts with the flattened tip jutting out like a purpling pendant. The werewolf growls with pleasure and Nellie moans, “It is so very warm!”

  “Yes, keep the chill from your bosom, Nellie,” growls Benjin.

  She begins to move between his legs. She kneels and rides her upper body forward, stroking her tits around him, her plush rear bouncing lightly against her heels each time she rides up to the tip. His cock emerges again as she lunges forward, her cleavage greased with the werewolf’s glistening precum. Her movements assume a natural, steady rhythm of rocking forward and back, riding his cock, her soft, pale breasts flushed in the valley between them as if his redness is spreading to her skin.

  “Grrrrrr, faster,” growls the werewolf.

  “Yes, of course,” she gasps, pressing her breasts tighter around him and bouncing faster against his cock. She begins using her hands to massage her tits up and down to add to the motions of her body. He is grunting and growling, squirming and thrusting awkwardly between her tits. His precum is oozing out steadily, creating a smear that begins to froth with friction.

  I can smell the hot, musky odor from halfway across the cabin. I am transfixed by the sight of what Nellie is doing. The lupine cock pumping between her mashed tits, smearing her with more and more pre, so wrong and yet so exciting to watch.

  “Something is happening,” gasps Nellie. “It’s getting bigger at the bottom.”

  She looks over at me with concern. I step closer, leaning down to have a look. She’s right. The base of the werewolf’s cock is bulging significantly. He seems oblivious to what is happening, his gaze transfixed by Nellie’s heaving breasts and his cockhead.

  “His knot,” I murmur, remembering misbehaving animals I’ve seen before. “He is going to—”

  My warning is interrupted by a deafening howl of pleasure from the werewolf. He throws back his head, howling so loud that Nellie cries out in fear. His huge cock jerks and launches a milky stream of cum in an arc that goes above Nellie’s head and splatters against her breasts. She moans excitedly as she realizes what is happening, wanking him even harder as he spurts massive ropes of werewolf cum all over her shoulders, neck, breasts, and arms. She slows her wanking, helping to milk out every last drop between her soft breasts.

  By the time he is finished, Nellie is dripping with his cum. She releases his cock, which is still hard and twitching, and begins scooping up globs of werewolf cum and licking it from her fingers.

  “Mmmmmm! It is delicious!” She says with surprise. She scoops up more and holds it out to me. “Would you like some, Beatrix?”

  “Go,” he growls, looking from me back to my cum-spattered . “Go now. Before I change my mind. Before my lust returns.”

  I nod and tear a strip of cloth from my shirt. I quickly help Nellie wipe off her body and pull her robe back into place. His musk clings to her, but there is no time to fully clean up. Nellie, looking flushed and even a bit dazed, follows me out of the cabin and into the night.

  “That was intense,” she whispers. “I wonder what it would have felt like if he had put that inside me.”

  “Stop thinking about it,” I say, grabbing her hand. “We need to go.”

  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 clean me with a strip of cloth!

  I steal a glance back at Nellie and see that her face is blushing crimson and her breasts are practically heaving from her bodice. She is staring right at my cum-smeared ass and she wants it. But a glance at the growling werewolf gives me a second thought. His cock is not even fully back in its sheath. A little provocation and that cock will slide out again. He will fuck us both senseless.

  “Here,” I say, tearing off a strip of my blouse. “This will work.”

  “Yes, of course,” she says, hurrying behind me. She gingerly takes the cloth from my hand and gives my thighs and firm buttocks a few delicate wipes.

  “No, you really have to get it,” I say. “I can’t put my trousers back on in this state.”

  “Hurry,” growls Benjin, licking his lips as he watches her kneel behind me.

  Nellie wipes the cum from my ass. There is so very much of it, dripping out and down my legs, but I manage to recover my bodily functions and she manages to get the worst of it cleared away. I still smell like werewolf spunk, but at least I can pull on my panties and trousers.

  “The things I do to get us out of this dungeon,” I mutter as my panties thread between my cheeks and press against my tender asshole. I pull on my trousers and button them up. “Come on, Nellie. We are getting out of here.”

  Benjin stares after us, his cock already sliding ou
t of its sheath again and his eyes growing wild. He growls and paces as I grab Nellie’s hand and run for the trees. Behind us, Benjin begins to snarl and bark. We run among the trees, ducking under branches and weaving behind trunks.

  “That was intense,” whispers Nellie. “Did it hurt?”

  “At first,” I admit, jumping over a tree root. “Then it felt good. And then he made me cum.”

  “Maybe he would do it to me like he did it to you if we went back to him and—”

  “Stop,” I say, interrupting her. “Stop thinking about it. We have to get out of here. Not give him another chance to knock us up.”

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

  CONTINUE >

  Talk to the mimic

  “Wait. Please. We can talk about this.” I raise an appeasing hand even as I keep my guard up with my sword. “I don’t want to resort to violence.”

  “Smart girl, smart girl,” laughs the chest. “Pretty too. Alright, let’s talk. While your friend is slowly melting inside me, let’s have a polite conversation.”

  “Ew,” I say with a shudder. The worst part is that when he talks I catch glimpses of Nellie writhing inside that pink membrane. She seems like she’s okay, but I don’t know how long it will take him to melt her into a piece of treasure. “Look. Um, you give me my friend back and we’ll find something else for you. What do you want?”