Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 3

by Amanda Clover

  “I’m hungry,” says the mimic. “But I mostly want treasure to attract pretty girls.”

  “What if, um, what I find some treasure for you?” I say, looking around. I notice a large open chamber just past the one we’re in. There seem to be large stone blocks. “What’s in there?”

  “Oh, yeah, maybe.” The chest rolls his eyes in the direction I’m looking. “Those are tombs in there. Very important guys like knights and princes. They’re sure to have a bunch of treasure.”

  “So I can go get you some treasure from those tombs,” I say.

  “There is an easier way,” he says. “More than anything, I’m lonely. I just want to have a little bit of fun.”

  He lifts a purple penis-tipped tentacle. He moves it closer to me and I see the raised rings around the shaft and the bumps bulging at the base. I swallow hard, imagining that thing sliding into my pussy.

  “You mean, um, do something with that?” I say, pointing to the cock as my other hand falls to my left breast. I can feel my stiff nipple poking under my blouse. “While Nellie is inside you?”

  “She’ll be fine, probably,” he chuckles. “Come on, sweetie. You just put down the sword and give me a little bit of pleasure. It’ll be fun for both of us, I promise. Then I might let your friend go.”

  “You might?” I say, looking from the dripping cockhead to the mimic’s leering face.

  “Well, yeah, if you do a terrible job I’m not giving you your friend.” The mimic’s leering gaze looks me up and down. “But a sweet thing like you will do it right, won’t you?”

  “Um, I could, I guess,” I say, my heart thumping a little heavier in my chest.

  “Yeaaaah,” he laughs. “Come on over. Show me what you can do, sweetheart.”

  What should I do?

  Gather treasure for the mimic

  Pleasure the mimic’s cock tentacle

  Surrender meekly to the mimic

  I can’t go on without Nellie. I can’t even see a way to beat the mimic without seriously hurting my friend. With a resigned sigh, my shoulders slump and the sword falls from my fingers to clatter on the ground.

  “Heh heh heh! What’s wrong, sweetheart?” The mimic growls at me, his words revealing more glimpses of my voluptuous elf friend writhing beneath the pink membrane of his digestive chamber. “Giving up already?”

  “Yes,” I say, lowering my gaze. “I surrender.”

  A knot forms in my throat. I can’t force myself to look up because I know the grotesque chest is smiling at me. He sends two pink tentacles slithering up to me. They creep up my legs, winding once around them before sliding up my waist. He is not binding me or being rough. Instead, he begins to gently reel me towards his chest like a fisherman pulling on a fish.

  “You know what this means, right? I’m gonna eat you up. You and your little friend. Melt you into some new treasure.” His cruel words send a fear and lust roiling through me. He pulls me closer and closer, the chest yawning open and the membrane parting with a wet, fleshy sound. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. It won’t hurt a bit. I promise.”

  He pulls me closer and closer. I can smell a sweet scent now and a pleasant warmth emanating from the open chest. I force myself to look. Through the fleshy rim of the parted membrane, like an opened steamed dumpling, I can see what the mimic is doing to Nellie.

  “Ooooooh more,” moans my elf companion. “More, please. Put more inside me!”

  Nellie is curled inside the huge chest, her naked body glistening with slime and her flesh caressed and prodded by numerous pink tentacles. Tentacles bind her huge breasts and tickle her nipples. Several are plundering her plush ass and a thick purple one is pushing its phallic tip in and out of her pussy. The penis tentacle is ribbed and the bumps at the base are vibrating and pulsing as it thrusts heavily into her slime dripping pussy. The sight of her gives me the distinct impression of one of my grandfather’s chicken and eel meat pies before he put the top crust on it.

  Nellie twists and moans. Her eyes are wild, rolling in her head like a drunk on the brink of passing out as she writhes among the tentacles. Those mad eyes finally look up at me and her moaning mouth widens into a smile.

  “Beatrix,” she gasps. “It’s so wonderful. Come inside with me.”

  She stretches a hand up out of the chest and reaches for mine. Her slimy fingers brush against me. The mimic spares some tentacles from molesting Nellie to join the ones already climbing up my legs. The pink tendrils curl into my trousers and peel them down from my hips. Two more slide under my blouse, popping the buttons open and exposing my breasts. I gasp as warm slime coats my pale flesh, making me feel exceptionally warm and hungry for pleasure.

  “Heh heh heh. What a delicious meal the two of you will make.” The mimic pulls me over the side of the chest, drawing me into the slimy pink pouch. Nellie’s arms open to greet me and I am drawn in against her yielding flesh. Tentacles surround us both, slithering over our naked bodies as we press together.

  “Ohhhh gods,” I coo, my legs intertwining with Nellie’s and my hands caressing her tentacle-bound breasts. She writhes against me and one of her fat nipples finds its way into my eager mouth. Tentacles tickle under my arms, tease my toes, and slip and slide over my aching cuntlips and between my firm buttocks. The pleasure keeps building and building, the membrane sealing shut above us to trap in the heat of our squirming bodies. The lid closes with a final thump, but even inside the chest there is a faint reddish light.

  “Beatrix,” moans Nellie, her lips against mine. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” I moan, my pleasure peaking and my hips jerking. “It feels so wonderful!”

  “Yes! Yes it does!” She cries, arching against me, her soft breasts sliding and pressing against mine.

  Slime sloshes into the chamber, squirting over our bodies and making us even warmer and slipperier. We laugh and embrace. I can feel one of the fat cock tentacles pushing into my ass. Another into my pussy. Nellie is kissing me. Her tongue is so warm in my mouth. So wonderful with those fat cocks plunging in and out of my holes.

  The way those bumps vibrate against my clit drives me to another peak and another. They are spurting deep into my ass and my pussy. There is no curse here. No pregnancy. But a happiness as profound as any I might otherwise know spreads through me. I cum again and again, my body twisted up with Nellie, my inner walls squeezed full of writhing tentacles and spurting cocks, a smile on my lips as the beautiful elf kisses me in the red-lit belly of the mimic.

  “We’re never getting out,” I laugh, the realization seeming insignificant as another wave of ecstasy ripples through my overheated body.

  “No, we are doomed,” laughs Nellie and her steamy kiss dissolves any worry I might have had.

  CONTINUE >

  Surrender eagerly to the slime

  I think I’m going insane. Staring down this strange, gelatinous creature, all I can think about is the ways that creature could make me cum. The ways it could ravish me like nothing I’ve seen before. Not even the tentacles of the mimic could pleasure me like this moving mound of shapeless sensuality.

  “I surrender,” I laugh, tossing my sword aside. “I give up! Take me!”

  I step towards the slime, ignoring Nellie’s protests as she begs for me not to do what I am doing. I shake her off when she tries to pull me away. I feel sorry for her that she doesn’t see what I see: the endless possibilities of being fucked by a slime. I unbuckle my belt and toss it aside and continue walking towards the huge violet slime as it burbles and quivers excitedly.

  “BllooooooOOooo,” it croons.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” I say, hitching my trousers down from my hips. “I want you to fuck me. And don’t be gently about it.”

  The slime burbles and curls cool tentacles into my trousers to help me out of them. I don’t know how intelligent a brainless goo pile can be, but this one seems to know that I am eager to cooperate. It peels down my panties and helps me out of my blouse as I reach out and
caress the surface of its slimy body.

  Tiny tendrils squirm teasingly between my fingers, but it makes no attempt to grab me or immobilize me. I continue to massage my hands over the surface of the slime, climbing naked atop it like I am on a great waterskin wobbling under my knees. Thick protrusions of slime form into phallic shapes and I grasp them in my hands and stroke them like I am wanking a couple of cocks.

  “Blloooooooooo,” the slime burbles beneath me.

  “You like that, don’t you, boy?” I giggle, pumping my hands on its cool, slippery cocks. Beneath me, more tendrils rise, crawling my thighs to massage the hot furrow of my cunt, cradle my peachy bottom, and slide between my cheeks to stroke the pink ring of my asshole. I moan appreciatively, rocking my hips back against the curious slime. Its touch is so cool and delicate. It’s incredible.

  I keep one of its cocks in my hand and lean over the other, parting my lips and sucking its jelly cock. Its cock is as soft as the rest of its body and yet springs back to shape with the passage of my lips. A sweet liquid smears my tongue and encourages me to suck harder. I moan around the slimy cock. I never bother to wonder why I’m sucking it or whether it even feels good to the slime. I’m guessing it does, since it burbles and jiggles its body beneath mine.

  Another tentacle rises between my legs, teasing like a cool tongue over the folds of my pussy.

  “Oooooh, that’s the spot,” I moan as it gives me another slimy lick. “Go on. Have a good taste… that’s it… oooooooh! You’re not shy, are you?”

  His slimy cock pushes past my folds, gently opening me as the cool liquid length of his cock thrusts upwards into my pussy. His fluid length spreads to fill every bit of my cunt, soaking into the corners and pushing against my womb. The pressure builds and lessens, builds and lessens, and I realize this is how he thrusts inside me.

  “MMmmmmmmm!” I moan around his cock, returning to sucking him. I shake my hips and ride atop his undulating body, my ass slapping against wet slime as he pummels my inner walls with the flowing pressure of his cock.

  “BlloooooOooo,” the slime burbles excitedly and a third slimy appendage thrusts into my crack.

  My eyes widen as his slimy flows into my throat at the same moment. All three of my holes are being filled by rippling, sliding slime and it feels incredible. The jiggling appendages summon my pleasure to a peak, driving an orgasm into my pussy, my ass, and my throat all at the same moment. Tiny, sucker-tipped tendrils of slime reach up and slurp my hard nipples into their translucent membranes. They tug on my tender buds as I gurgle with pleasure around the slime fucking my throat.

  Lost in such strange ecstasy, I nevertheless feel a distinct heat building in the slime’s three thrusting cocks. The one in my ass surges deeper, the one in my throat pulls back into my mouth, and the slimy cock that is plundering my pussy presses against my cervix. With a loud, vibrating burble of pleasure, the slime’s three cocks explode. Hot, thick, sweet cum spurts into my mouth. It gushes into my trembling cunt, washing my womb, and spurts in warm pumps into the depths of my ass.

  In that instant, I feel the curse of the dungeon take hold. The spurting cum drives me to an even more potent orgasm as I feel the creation of new life within my body. I realize my destiny, warm and wonderful, squeezing and rippling around three thrusting slime cocks. I am here to bear the slime’s children. I did not know it was possible and yet I feel it, welling inside me, my womb finally filled with the burbling slime’s plentiful goo.

  I manage to gulp down his syrupy cum and lift my mouth free of his cock as he continues to shoot his spunk onto my face and breasts. “Yes!” I cry, riding hard against two cocks. “Yes! Claim me! Fuck me and seed me and claims as yours!”

  His seed is pouring out of me even as I know I have surrendered my body and soul to the slime. His thrusting cocks continue to pound my pussy and ass, churning his plentiful spunk into musky foam that drips down my thighs and out of my well-used asshole. It is everything I ever wanted.

  I have been mated by the slime!

  CONTINUE >

  Index

  Nellie and Beatrix by the campfire

  Encountering the werewolf

  Facing off against the mimic

  Attacked by the slime

  Meeting a new “friend”

  Uncensored cover art

  Use a Power Attack against the slime

  “Stay back,” I shout to Nellie. “I’ll handle this big pile of phlegm!”

  “Y-yes, alright,” says Nellie, backing away from me and seeking shelter among the columns behind us.

  I advance on the slime, my sword gripped tightly in both hands and my focus on delivering a crushing blow that will end this fight quickly. The slime burbles, the giant face on its mass seeming to take on a quizzical expression. With a last shout, I charge the last few steps, swinging my sword over my head and aiming at the strange organs beneath the slime’s glistening surface.

  “DIEEEEE!” I’m not even sure if a slime can die, but I’m about to find out.

  My sword’s blade cleaves through the creature’s ridiculous face, slicing easily into its gelatinous body and cutting through one of the organs. The slime shudders and gurgles and I can’t help but smile.

  Then the slime’s body seems to tighten around my blade and the sword is violently wrenched from my grasp. The sword is swallowed up in an instant, sliding through the slime’s body before being forcefully expelled from the opposite side. I watch, stunned, as my blade disappears into the lagoon with a splash.

  The slime rears up, towering over me, gathering in its tendrils as its vague face becomes a lunatic’s grin.

  “BLOOOOOO!” It trumpets.

  “Shit,” I manage as the tidal wave of slime crashes down atop me. In an instant, I am sucked into a vortex of gelatinous tendrils. I feel a bubbling against my skin and realize my clothes are melting off my body. My boots and trousers and blouse are stripped away in seconds. I twist and manage to thrust my head and arms out of the slime. My belt buckle and a few brass buttons drift away as the slime dissolves my panties.

  “Nellie!” I cry. “Nellie, help me!”

  The slime is sliding away from her, clinging to a wall and gliding upward. My arms hang down as I stretch out to Nellie. She shouts something to me, reaching out to pull me back, but it’s too late. I’m briefly sucked completely inside the slime and it glides up the wall and out of her reach. For a moment I see her through the translucent surface of the clime, calling out to me. Then the slime slides into through a hatch in the ceiling and darkness swallows us both.

  The slime drags me into a lair hidden between floors of this part of the dungeon, squeezing into a chamber no bigger than my bedroom back home and flowing around me like a cool bath. It lets my head surface and I gasp for air. In the darkness, the slime begins to explore my body with gentle, caressing currents and probing tendrils of slime more solid than the rest of its body.

  “Ohhhhh, what are you doing?” I moan as I feel soft, cool tongues licking at my cunt and parting my folds. A tendril of slippery slime pushes into the hot channel of my cunt. More slime oozes into my ass, filling me with a strange, pleasant sensation. The slime begins to work in and out of my pussy and ass. It shudders around me and it feels like two large, soft-lipped mouths close over my nipples. Those inhuman mouths begin sucking rhythmically at my pert breasts, drawing my nipples out and sending hot curls of pleasure into my core.

  “Blooooo,” murmurs the slime as its gelatinous cocks plunder my pussy and raid my rump. In the dark, at the mercy of the slime, it’s easy to forget about my worries. The urgent sucking on my nipples leaves me gasping and bucking my hips inside the enveloping slime. Slime cocks pump faster and faster inside me, leaving me panting desperately and reaching one arm out of the slime to scrabble at the smooth stone around us.

  “You’re going to make me cum,” I cry. “Oh, by the gods, I shouldn’t but… it feels so good. I can’t… can’t stop. OHHHHH!”

  I arch and twitch inside the s
lime all around me. My pussy clutches tightly against the thrusting slime and it squeezes and separates liquidly within my depths. Some of it flows deeper into my core and some of it pushes back out of my tensing cunt.

  “BLOOOOO!” The slime burbles excitedly and I feel something strange. The slime’s body is cool, but its cocks grow suddenly warm. It throbs deep within my pussy and ass and I feel a hot gush of liquid against my womb.

  In an instant, the slime’s potent seed floods my fertile pussy and the curse of the dungeon takes hold. I never imagined it was possible, but I am being impregnated by the slime. It pumps again and again, filling my pussy and ass, and it’s the most wonderful sensation I have ever experienced. My orgasm peaks and my holes squeeze tightly around the slime’s spurting cocks.

  “Yesssss!” I wail. “Oh, yes, breed me! Fill my pussy with your cum! My love! My ooey-gooey love! Pump your slimy babies into my belly!”

  The slime burbles with joy, its cocks renewing their eager thrusting into my cum-filled holes. The monster is tireless, his gelatinous body rippling and contracting around me as I jerk with ecstasy.

  I have been bred by the slime and I love it!

  CONTINUE >

  Bitches in heat for the lone wolf

  “Oh, gods, you are good at that,” moans Benjin. He’s sitting by the fire in his favorite chair, completely naked. Flames are crackling in the hearth, but it’s my eager mouth keeping his cock warm. His human cock.

  “Mmmmmmhmmm,” I moan, slurping and bobbing on his thick manhood. His spit-coated shaft glistens by the firelight. I massage his balls, eagerly anticipating him shooting into my mouth. He usually cums fairly quickly when I suck him like this. He reaches a hand down as I am bobbing up, pulls my apron aside, and fondles my bare breast. His thumb plays back and forth over the sensitive bud of my nipple.