Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 3

by Amanda Clover

  I pull myself over to Nellie, laughing madly and embracing her sweaty, slimy body. I kiss her and she kisses me, our moans melding as perfectly as our eager lips and dancing tongues. The birthing of our clutches is soon complete and we are able to focus on one another, sliding our bodies together, feverish in the aftermath of the orgasmic birthing process. Bloo joins us, caressing us and preparing us for the fresh mating that will soon begin. For now, though, he is content to observe and aid us in our pleasures.

  Nellie turns onto her back and I stretch out atop her, giving her my cunt to feast on while I run my fingers over the slick folds of her pussy. We have both lost the hair on our cunts, perhaps a side effect of the frequent slime births, but it is quite lovely to run my fingers over that soft, supple flesh and tease out her clit as she moans beneath me. Nellie repays my skilled fingers with her tongue, lapping at my clit and thrusting fingers into the hot depths of my pussy. Bloo enjoys us both, stroking our bodies with tendrils and flicking the tongue-like tip of one at the soft clench of my anus.

  With no days or nights and only the faint glow of the chamber beneath us to light the room, time has long lost all meaning. We kiss, caress, lick, and thrust, sliding together and apart like more of Bloo’s slim protrusions. My body aches from the repeated spasms of pleasure.

  Suddenly, a bright light bursts into the lair, illuminating our pale bodies in their glistening splendor. Bloo burbles and shifts his slime with agitation, pulling his gooey body away from us and exposing a semicircle of bare stone in the lair. A globe of light hangs in the air, blinding after so much darkness. I shield my eyes with my hand as a figure steps out from behind it. He stands in silhouette, a dark shape backlit by bright light.

  “Now, now, don’t stop enjoying yourselves on my account,” says a familiar voice.

  Bloo burbles a low, threatening sound, “BlooooooooOOooo.”

  “Now, now,” replies the man. “Calm yourself. I am only here to observe. These are your mates now.”

  Slowly, Bloo’s tentacles of slime resume their caressing. He flicks at my asshole and slides gently inside. One of his tentacles thrusts forcefully into Nellie’s pussy. It’s far sooner than he would normal claim us again, but he seems to be taken with a mood. He wants to show off his possessions. A moment later, he drives one of his cocks into my pussy with a powerful thrust, filling me completely and causing me to arch atop Nellie’s slippery body.

  “Oh, yes,” murmurs the man. “Is that’s how it’s done, then? Go on. Show me, slime. Show me how you are so efficiently filling up this level of the dungeon with slimes.”

  “Bllllllloooooo,” our mate burbles happily, pumping his cock into my pussy and sending pleasure rippling through my core. I am not certain how he could impregnate me so quickly after I have given birth, but maybe it is possible. I don’t really care. It feels so wonderful to be fucked by my beloved mate. Nellie howls just as loudly, leaning up to lick at my clit even as Bloo is plundering my pussy with his cock. I reply with my fingers, stroking Nellie’s fat bud as she is fucked by the slime.

  “They do seem eager for it,” chuckles the silhouetted man. “Luckily for the three of you, I have prepared a new lair for you in the Stonetill Swamp. It’s not far from here and there is a lovely system of caves, warm, wet air, and lots of little beasties for hungry slimes to eat.”

  “Ohhhhhhh,” I cry, my orgasm bursting inside me. My cunt clutches at the thrusting slime cock and Bloo, as is so often the case, burbles excitedly and begins to cum inside me. The hot rush of his seed, so thick and warm, drives me to even greater heights. Nellie’s howling pleasure joins my own to form a chorus of ecstasy.

  “Wonderful!” The man laughs. “I am so glad to see the three of you happy. Farewell, Beatrix. Goodbye, Nellie. Oh…” Zimon finally leans out of the light, revealing his familiar bearded face and mischievous eyes. He lowers his voice to a whisper and says, “I should probably tell you both that slimes are very unsentimental. You should hope there is plentiful food for him in the swamp. If he becomes too hungry he will have no qualms about eating one of his mates. Or even both of you.”

  “W-what?” I gasp.

  “Farewell!” Zimon laughs and disappears in a flash of light.

  The feeling of alarm fades as the pleasure returns. Bloo begins fucking me again, his cock plunging through the thick, frothing spunk filling my pussy. I laugh at the thought of ending up as dinner for the slime. For some reason, the idea doesn’t bother me.

  So long as my mate is happy.

  THE END

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  Through the mysterious door

  I open the rusty door and the globe drifts ahead of me. It seems to illuminate the entrance of a cave and then drifts beyond those walls. The glow is in the open. My heart soars as I follow it through the cave and out into a cool wooded area. The moon is full above us and almost as bright as the globe floating at the edge of the forest.

  “Have we made it?” I ask. “Have we escaped the dungeon?”

  Nellie holds a hand up and violet static crackles around her long fingers. She purses her lips and shakes her head.

  “It is magic, I fear,” she says. “I am still under the curse that weakens my power. This is some form of illusion. Look there.”

  She points to the gently waving pine trees. It takes me a moment, but I realize she is pointing out one of the columns we saw earlier. It rises among the trees as if supporting some unseen roof.

  “I am sorry, Beatrix,” says Nellie. “I cannot expose the illusion, not in my weakened state, but there is powerful magic at work here.”

  “I understand,” I murmur. “It is not your fault. Just more of Zimon’s damned trickery. No matter, we will find our way through this as we have—”

  AWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

  The bloodcurdling howl rises from the woods and echoes strangely in the night sky. There were mountain wolves around Lesser Crudridge. They posed a danger to children, livestock, and unwary solitary travelers. The wolf howls again and the sound raises gooseflesh on my arms. It is calling out to us.

  “We have to continue into that forest,” I said. “We have to face that wolf.”

  “Perhaps we could go around it?” Nellie asks hopefully as another howl sounds in the forest.

  “We have faced worse,” I say, taking her hand. “We can handle a wolf.”

  We set off through the forest in the general direction of the howling. It stops after a few more howls and clouds cover the moon darkening the night sky. I rely on Nellie’s magical globe to light the way for us through the trees. Pine branches with sharp needles tear at our clothing and prickle our skin. Nellie’s robe seems to be well made and survives the rough hike; my simple blouse and summer trousers become snares several times, ripping the fabric until my midriff is bare and bits of my legs are showing through.

  This would not be so bad, except that it is quite cold in this illusory wood. My breath even steams faintly whenever a shaft of moonlight breaks through the trees.

  At last, we reach a clearing framed by dense woods. A slender stream meanders across the open grass and a small cottage stands beside it. There are lights in the windows of the cottage and a smudge of white smoke rises from its chimney.

  “Perhaps someone in there could help us,” says Nellie.

  “Perhaps there are some provision,” I say, rubbing my chilled arms. “Or a fur coat I could pilfer.”

  “Excuse me, this is my house,” says a voice very close behind us.

  Nellie and I turn and lash out with our fists in a perfectly simultaneous attack. Our blows collide with the body of a completely naked man. He lets out a grunt of surprise and pain and drops to the ground. I see that he is a well-muscled and rather handsome man with pale blue eyes, unruly brown hair, and a thick beard. He also has a rather long and flaccid cock. He looks up at us in surprise.

  We look down at him in equal surprise.

  “You’re a human,” I say.

  “Yes,” h
e groans, rubbing his chest. “What else would I be?”

  “An elf?” Nellie suggests as we both help the man to his feet and brush the pine needles from his chest. Nellie giggles and looks down at his cock as it begins to stiffen. He pulls away from us.

  “No, I’m a man,” he says, seemingly embarrassed. He covers his penis with his hand. “Would you like to come inside with me?”

  I exchange an amused glance with Nellie.

  “Yes,” we answer in unison.

  “Right this way then,” says the naked man. He shuffles past us, careful to keep his hands over his cock. His body is lean but well-muscled. I admire his rather nice bottom as he leads us to his cabin.

  “What is your name?” I ask him.

  “Benin Ulf,” he says, glancing at me over his shoulder. “You may call me ‘Ben’. What would I call the two of you?”

  “I’m Beatrix,” I say. “She is Nellie.”

  “Landranella Turmoral,” says Nellie.

  “Ah, I will go with Nellie,” says Ben, opening the door of his cabin. “Come on inside. It’s warm.”

  The cabin is as cozy and warm on the inside as it seemed from the outside. There is a stone hearth and a fire blazing inside. The walls of the cabin are built from new timber and there is a distinct woody smell in the air. The furniture is sparse and roughly hewn, but there are a few books piled up on a table. Ben slips on a red flannel robe and ties it around his waist. Nellie wanders over to the pile of books and looks them over.

  “These are magical books,” she says. She picks up the top and pages through it. “Jando’s Common Cures. Herbalism?”

  “Yes, that’s right,” says Ben, taking the book from her hands. Now that I look around the cabin more carefully, I notice shelves with many bundles of herbs as well as bowls, bottles, and pouches filled with powdered ingredients. He gestures to all of the herbs and says, “They haven’t been much use. I’ve tried everything.”

  I look in a bowl that appears to be filled with dried worms. I wrinkle my nose and ask, “Why would you do that?”

  Ben runs fingers through his thick hair and smiles sheepishly. “I have a peculiar affliction. Zimon said if I can find a cure he would let me out.”

  “What? Zimon spoke to you?” I glance at Nellie.

  “I was in his adventuring party many months ago – or maybe it was years now – it is hard to be certain. The seasons never change in these woods and the moon is always full.” Ben looks up at the roof of his little cabin as if he can see the sky through his timbers.

  “What is your affliction?” Nellie asks.

  Ben’s gaze flicks nervously between me and Nellie. “Lycanthropy. Zimon said I would be safer here. That I was a danger to the party. That my animal urges would drive me out of control.”

  “You do not seem out of control,” says Nellie in a comforting tone. But I take a step back. I have heard stories of woodsmen and travelers afflicted with lycanthropy. They can seem normal one moment and in the next they become ravenous, blood-thirsty werewolves.

  Ben shudders and a tremor runs over his face.

  “The clouds are clearing,” he says, clenching his teeth. “You should go. When they clear I am… I am… hHNNNN!”

  He falls to his knees on the floor. The transformation is so sudden that all I have a chance to do is place my hand on Nellie’s arm and pull her a few steps away from Ben. His body bulges and deforms. His face elongates into a lupine snout. His eyes change color and his ears become the furry ears of a wolf. He does not transform into an animal, but rather a humanoid with the distinct characteristics of a wolf. The only part of him that remains unchanged is the color of his hair, which form a dark brownish fur all over his werewolf body.

  He rises back to his feet, growling softly, the robe slipping off his muscular furry body. My attention is drawn to movement at his loins. I watch in perverse shock as a reddish, glistening erection slides from his bestial sheath. It is as large as any man’s cock, but is distinctly lupine in its flattened head and moist shaft.

  “You did not leave?” He snarls, his wolf’s mouth struggling with the words. “My desires become… so much stronger. I feel the urge to mate. I must mate with you.”

  “Mate with us?” Nellie clasps a hand against her plump breasts, squeezing them and drawing his attention. His long, pink tongue flicks over his lupine lips.

  “I must. No cure.” He takes a halting step towards us, his cock jerking lewdly with excitement. “Only way out of maze. Mate with pretty… pretty girls. Babies.”

  “Stay back,” I warn.

  “Would prefer volunteer,” says the werewolf. “Please. Do not want rrrrough. Let me mate.”

  Nellie looks at me uncertainly.

  “He is not a monster like the others,” she whispers. “He is a man.”

  “That doesn’t look like a man, Nellie,” I say as the werewolf takes another step towards us, his furry tail wagging behind him.

  Yet even as I say it, I feel a strange attraction to the creature. Part of it is the strange taboo. What would it be like? To submit to such a creature. A truly forbidden act. But also he is undeniably handsome. His fur is lustrous, his body still human enough to seem well-proportioned, and his cock is, yes, I’ll admit it: fascinating. I find myself staring at it even as the werewolf takes another step towards us.

  “Look at it,” whispers Nellie. “Can you imagine what it would feel like to… to have that inside you?”

  My pussy aches as I give in to the momentary fantasy. I picture myself on my hands and knees, Ben mounting me like a beast, and that strange cock sliding into me, stretching me and filling me completely. Nellie is staring at the werewolf’s cock as well, her eyes wide and her nipples straining beneath her costume.

  What should we do?

  Let Nellie volunteer to be mated first

  I'll volunteer to be mated first

  Resist the werewolf