Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 4

by Amanda Clover

  I look up at the fishman atop me, into those strange silver eyes, and lace my arms around his shoulders. He leans down and kisses me with lips that are gray and soft. His tongue tastes of the honey of my cunt and I find, as I kiss him back, that he has beaklike teeth made from two solid plates. It does not deter my enthusiasm as he moves atop me with fevered pleasure. His cock thrusts in and out, the pace bestial, his pleasure rising with mine until I feel him tensing in my arms.

  I know what comes next, but there is no stopping it. I reach out my arms and fumble for more swaugin cocks. I wrap my fingers around them, wanking them blindly as I surrender to the pleasure welling up inside me.

  “Spilling ssssseeed!” The swaugin atop me hisses. “Giveeeee you cluttttch!”

  “Yessss!” I cry, unable to fight my own pleasure. “Yes! Cum inside me!”

  His fishy cock throbs in my squeezing depths and his seed pumps against my womb, swamping my fertile snatch in his spurting swaugin spunk. Love and happiness wells inside me. I kiss him again, moaning against his lips, legs tightening around him to draw him deeper.

  “Yesss! Oh, yes, my love!” I cry out, reaching a height of pleasure I have never imagined before.

  “Ohhhh! YESSSS!” Delfina cries out beside me as she reaches a similar conclusion, her cursed cunt basted with the seed of a fishman.

  There is a hardly a moment to savor my new purpose in life as the fishman atop me slides his wilting cock from my creamy cunt and one of his comrades moves atop me to take his place. I look up adoringly as another cock slides into my pussy.

  Night comes as we are fucked again and again by the swaugins and in the darkness their eyes begin to glow. Sometimes I encounter Delfina in the heat of the moment and I caress and kiss her, sharing in the ecstasy of being mated by the fishmen. Through the membranes of our new home, dozens of pairs of glowing eyes stare at us, more swaugins eagerly awaiting their turn to know the pleasures of our bodies.

  I can hardly wait!

  CONTINUE >

  Flee from the abhorreth

  I could run away from this insidious creature, but there is nothing behind me but the sea and the swaugins. The only way is forward. I must flee towards the abhorreth. I keep my sword in its sheath and bolt straight towards the tentacles curling over the gangway and pulling at rotten planks. My boots thump against the spongy wood and I leap over a fat gray tentacle. I land and skid on the wet gangway and nearly go over the side into the lagoon. Lord Splugwyrth laughs at my folly, but I manage to right myself and keep running.

  The abhorreth moves alongside the gangway, his boneless body changing shape as he swims like a fist wrapped in a cowl. His tentacles crawl over the gangway, tilting it and causing me to fall to my knees. I push my self back up and fall again.

  “This is your destiny, Beatrix Ardora,” laughs the abhorreth, his tentacles wrapping around my boots. I try to draw my sword and one of his larger tentacles wraps my arm. These thick, muscular limbs are impossibly strong. I cannot hope to overpower the one wrapping my arm. The smaller tendrils shuck off my boots, slither into my trousers, and wriggle into my blouse. Their slimy secretions are cold at first but warm my body like some horrible venom as they soak into my flesh.

  The abhorreth chuckles, “Yes, you feel it now. That heat building in your mortal flesh. That need to be used, to be filled. Your vessel awaits my seed, my lovely human. Do not fight me.”

  “Never,” I cry, even as my will to resist him crumbles.

  “Oh, my dear, but the battle is already won,” laughs that unctuous voice in my mind. The abhorreth rises to the surface beside the gangway, his huge eye turning to gaze upon me. I look up and see The Savage Queen, looming so close I can hear Delfina shouting and seemingly battling with the lost souls on its deck. But it might as well be a thousand leagues away from me as the abhorreth’s tentacles climb my legs up to my hips in a slimy web of tendrils.

  Little tentacles begin to rub into the crack of my ass and stroke the clenched rosebud of my anus. More of the tendrils slither and squirm against my cunt, teasing my clit and parting my delicate folds. I try to cry out, try to deny him, but my body is growing hotter and my core is aching. I wiggle my hips, writhing against the abhorreth’s teasing tentacles.

  “Please,” I moan. “Pleaaaaase.”

  “Looking for these?” laughs the abhorreth in my mind. Three tentacles rise before my face, each gray appendage ending in a fat pink phallus. They resemble human cocks, but the shaft is covered in thick nodules and the head, oversized in comparison, is frilled with delicate flesh. The three cocks drip with unholy pre as they approach my face. “Go on, Beatrix. Have a taste.”

  “Y-yes,” I moan, licking the first to come close enough and tasting the sickly-sweet slime. The cock thrusts against my lips and I open my mouth, taking it over my tongue and slurping on the abhorreth’s cock. The three slimy cocks press at my face like piglets at their mother’s teats. I move back and forth between them, slurping, gulping down more and more slime, and losing myself in the perverse pleasure of the tendrils teasing my asshole and my twitching cunt. Those tendrils begin to move with greater purpose, pushing their slender tips into m ass and pinching m cuntlips. The pull me open, widening m holes, gaping me for the drooling cocks assailing m mouth.

  I can only moan around the cock in my mouth to announce my eagerness to be bred. The abhorreth knows my mind. Lord Splugwyrth does not need anything so crude as human words. His cocks pull from my mouth, leaving me panting and dripping with slime. Those reddening phalluses move behind me and I look back over my shoulder, my holes opened by dozens of tiny tentacles, my body flushed and sheathed in the mighty abhorreth’s plentiful secretions.

  “The moment has come,” purrs that voice in my mind. “Yet I have three cocks for only two holes. And how shall I divide them?”

  “P-pussy,” I moan, picturing it in my head. “All in…pussy.”

  “Oh yes!” laughs that insidious voice. “Why, it will nearly ruin our tender body, but I cannot deny such lust. I shall claim you with all three at once!”

  My eyes bulge with shock as three swollen cocks arrive in the same moment at the gaping entrance to my cunt. Like pups trying to be the first out the door, they squirm and bull against my cunt, each seeking to be the first to slide into my tight channel. I howl in disbelief as they thrust simultaneously into my tender channel.

  Three big cocks, all at once, sliming and thrusting in my throbbing cunt. They stretch me to my limit, gliding and pistoning against my straining walls and against one another. Their warming secretions froth from the movement, spilling and slopping from my overstuffed cunt. The sounds are as lewd as the musky smell. My entire body feels as if it will be split open by the mighty Lord Splugwyrth’s thrusting cock.

  “No, my dear, I would not harm you,” his voice rumbles in my head. One of his powerful muscular tentacles curls beneath my chin, stroking my cheek and turning my face towards the diabolical yolk of the abhorreth’s massive yellow eye.

  Ecstasy is driven from me as if my cunt were the barrel of a cannon and the thrusting cocks were the blasting of the powder. Tongues of fiery pleasure blast through me, forcing bestial howls of pleasure from my parted lips. The tentacles lift me off the gangway, suspending me above the lagoon as the pounding cocks of Lord Splugwyrth punish my pussy. Foamy slime drops from my overfilled cunt. The leviathan beneath me, sucking at the surface of the water with his horrid mouth, gives a psychic scream that nearly makes me black out.

  And then, all at once, three cocks are firing their seed into my depths. Throbbing, rippling, thrusting, and flooding my fertile womb with monstrous milk. Light flashes within my eyes and joy surges through the rapture of my orgasmic pleasures. I am bred. I belong to the abhorreth. At long last, my journey through this miserable dungeon has ended and I know my purpose.

  Lord Splugwyrth roars with pleasure, his cum gushing from my overfilled pussy, splashing into the water beneath me with each pump of his orgasm. My stretched cunt drains him. My wo
mb drinks greedily. I howl with the pure happiness.

  What would have been an unthinkable nightmare only an hour before has come to pass: I have been bred by the abhorreth. My worries and doubts are replaced by love for Lord Splugwyrth. I am his mate and that realization makes me giddy.

  CONTINUE >

  Suck them off

  No man can resist a good blowjob. The rowdiest drunk can be tamed with a lingering kiss on his cock. Believe me, I know from experience. Sliding a couple of ghostly pirate cocks into my mouth might be a little different for me, but I bet it will produce the same result.

  “I’m not letting you two sea dogs fuck me,” I say, pushing Rollo and Skeff back a step. “But if you want to get your pricks wet, I’ll give you a good sucking if you behave.”

  Rollo’s glowing eyes bulge; Skeff’s eyes narrow.

  “That’s a deal!” blurts the roly-poly pirate.

  “No so fast, pogo,” snaps Skeff, slapping a hand on his comrade’s chest. The lanky pirate jabs a finger at you. “I’ll let you suck on my cock, wench, but you have to promise me this: you’ll drink it all down like a proper whore.”

  “That’s all?” I chuckle to conceal my nerves. “I’ll drink my medicine.”

  “That’s a good whore then,” he laughs. “Good. On your knees then. Lick those pretty lips. And if you would, show us your tits while you’re slobberin’ on our knobs.”

  Skeff cradles my cheek with one hand as he grabs hold of my blouse and tears it open with the other hand. Buttons burst off and go clattering across the deck. My pale breasts and stiff nipples left exposed. Rollo goes right for them, grabbing them with both hands, squeezing and shaping them like he has never touched tits before. Skeff seems to gaze into my eyes with the glowing blue fire in his sockets and he thrusts his thumb into my mouth.

  “Mmmmmmmm!” I moan around Skeff’s gray thumb, sucking it instinctively. His flesh is cold and damp in my mouth. His fingers press against my cheek as I dutifully bob on his filthy thumb. Rollo continues fondling me, relentlessly squeezing my breasts and tugging at my nipples. Sharp jolts of pain and pleasure shoot from my nipples into my core.

  “Enough of that,” says Skeff, pulling his thumb from my mouth with a wet pop of suction. “Down on those knees, wench. My bludgeon needs seein’ to.”

  “Yarr, same as mine,” says Rollo, letting go of my breasts to untie his cloth belt and drop his sword heavily to the deck.

  Before I know, I am on my knees on the rotten deck and their cocks are crowding my face. Rollo’s is as short and stubby as he and Skeff’s is long, slender, and unpleasantly gray. Rollo’s groin is bald as his head and Skeff’s sports a greasy mop of dark hair. Their cocks stink like old rainwater and unwashed rags, but it doesn’t deter me. I grasp them both, leaning towards Rollo’s first and moaning as I take it into my mouth.

  “Ohhhhh, gods of the sea,” he moans, grasping my head with a stubby hand. I wash away the foul taste of his flesh and bob my lips upon his fat meat, tonguing the precum from his tip and popping my lips wetly around its crown. I pull off him, gasping, trailing saliva to his purpling cockhead. The strands break and I turn my attention to Skeff. He pulls me down roughly onto his cock, sheathing his full length in my mouth and throat. I gurgle around him, my eyes watering, my throat spasming, and he lets me pull back.

  “Bastard,” I gasp, looking up at him through my teary eyes.

  “Suck it good or I swear I’ll fuck your throat, missy,” he chuckles.

  But he lets me set my own pace and depth, slurping him until he’s at the back of my throat before sliding back up to his bluish tip. I moan around him, aroused and enjoying myself despite the grotesque grayness of the two pirates. I pop my lips free of Skeff and go back to work on Rollo. I keep my hand pumping on Skeff’s wet cock while I suck hard on Rollo’s.

  “This is what I’ve been missin’,” moans Rollo. “A good whore. A good port of call. Stuck on this island with the…oooohhh…likes of you, Skeff.”

  “We need a wench on this ship,” agrees Skeff, wanking his cock as he watches me bobbing on his comrade’s stubby cock.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I say, my words vibrating around Rollo’s stubby fuckmeat. I don’t let it their conversation distract me much. In fact, I’m enjoying sucking on Rollo’s cock so much that without realizing it I have stuffed my left hand into my trousers and I’m playing with the hot bud of my clit. I bob vigorously on the bald pirate’s cock, drooling and slurping on him wantonly, moaning with pleasure around his cock and eliciting a laugh from both pirates.

  “Oh, she’s after it now,” groans Rollo. “Go on, wench. You’ve almost got it.”

  “Mmmmmm,” I moan, my lust rising in pitch.

  “She’ll be a fine addition,” agrees Skeff.

  “Ohhhhh, she’ll keep things lively,” moans Rollo, his grasp tightening on my hair. “She’ll suck us all…dry…as…AAARRRRRRR!!!”

  My mouth is suddenly flooded with thick, slimy, tingling spunk. I swallow and feel the goo sliding down my throat and into my belly. Rollo spurts again and again, emptying his balls into my eager mouth. I moan around his pumping cock, sloshing my fingers into my soaking slit as I drain the pirate’s seed. Numbness spreads from my cum-filled belly through my body. I feel a strange tremble go through me, a flash, and then a faint blue light emanates from my face as my eyes begin to glow.

  Cum has just turned me into a ghost wench. A cum ghost. Wow. What a way to go! But I can’t be mad. In fact, I laugh as Rollo pulls his wilting cock from my lips and staggers back. His light is dimming as he slumps against the gunwale. He lets out a last groan and lies still.

  “My turn,” growls Skeff. “You look even prettier with those glowing blue eyes, wench. Now get to suckin’!”

  He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He grabs my lustrous black hair in both hands and slams his long cock past my lips and down my throat. It slides smooth as silk into my numb gullet. No trouble at all. In fact, it feels nice, his greasy pubes mashing my nose as he fucks my mouth. His hairy bollocks slap against my chin and tears roll out of my glowing blue eyes.

  “Ohhhhhh, yes, you’ll be a fine one to have around! We’ll use you day and night!” laughs Skeff, tilting his head back almost as if speaking to the roof of the cavern as he hammers his cock in and out of my throat. “Me and all the boys will stuff those pretty holes. Yes indeed. Fill you up. Fill you…ARRRRRR!!!!!”

  He throws back his head, fucking deep into my throat, my nose pressed flush against him, his balls twitching on my chin as he pumps my belly full of his cum. I drink it down eagerly – as if I had a choice – and cum against my thrusting fingers. My orgasm ripples through me, intense and different as my body goes cold. The light drains from my eyes and Skeff’s as his cock slips free of my mouth. Moaning with satisfaction, we slump onto the deck of the The Savage Queen.

  My adventure to escape the dungeon is over. My days as the ship’s wench have only just begun.

  CONTINUE >

  Play a drinking game with Delfina

  “I’m game,” I say, feeling a surge of confidence along with the burn in my belly from the first couple gulps of the Fire Rum. “Tell me the rules. I’ll drink you under the table.”

  “That would be hard since we don’t have a table,” she laughs. “But alright, landlubber. The game is simple. We stare. We blink. We drink.”

  She leans towards me, opening her honey golden eyes wide and staring into my eyes. I resist the urge to look away or blink when confronted by her powerful gaze. I hold out for all of about three seconds and then my eyes begin to water and I blink.

  “Have a drink,” she says, passing the flask. I swallow a burning mouthful of the Fire Rum and hand the flask back to Delfina. We resume our staring contest and I last a little longer, but I’m the first to blink again. She laughs, passing the flask over. “Don’t feel bad. I’m used to staring down insubordinate deckhands. You’re no match for me.”

  “We’ll see about that,” I say, downing another shot of the Fire Rum
.

  Delfina leans closer, her nose only a hand’s width from mine, her eyes wide and intense. Her smile told me she knew she was already kicking my ass at the drinking game. Her arrogance deepened my resolve.

  “I hope you like getting sloshed,” I say, even as the heat in my belly spreads into a flush in my face. Sweat trickles out of my hairline and down my cheek. The jungle heat is combining with the rum to broil me in my blouse. I pluck at the fabric and fan it against my breasts to get the air flowing, all while staring unblinking at Delfina.

  Finally, the beautiful pirate blinks.

  “Damn, you’re better than I expected,” she mutters, tipping back the flask and downing a healthy gulp.

  We trade shots, back and forth, with Delfina getting the edge on me, but enough to defeat me completely. Even as my head begins to spin, I see the drunkenness in her reddening cheeks and her eyelids that droop when she isn’t staring me down. We’re draining the flask nearly to its dregs, sucking on milk melon between shots to try to sweeten our bellies.

  I lose another round and knock back a shot that burns so much I nearly cough it back up.

  “Godsdamn!” I cry, shaking off the burn in my sinuses. “Godsdamn, Zimon Fendriss!”

  “An absolute prick!” agrees Delfina.

  “Not a bad cock on that prick though,” I say, passing her back the flask.

  “Was too drunk to remember, to be honest,” says the pirate. “The bastard used his magic to beat me in a drinking game. Tricked me into his bed. Woke up being dragged onto the deck by Robert the Black.”

  “He got me drunk too,” I slur, really starting to feel the drink. “But I was sober as a temple girl when he lured me into that cave and sucked me into this dungeon.”