Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 4

by Amanda Clover

  “A pleasure,” says the pirate, sitting up in the bed. “How do you know the captain?”

  I ignore the ghost pirate, which is surprisingly easy when you are as angry as I am. I walk over to the bed and jab a finger into Delfina’s chest just above the swell of her golden-brown breasts in her bodice.

  “You tried to make me into squid bait,” I shout. “Do you know what I had to do to make it onto this ship?”

  “But you made it,” says Delfina, smiling unapologetically. She takes my hand and tries to pull me onto the bed. “Come on, Beatrix. You’re a good girl to have around. Join us in the bed. We’ll all have fun together.”

  “What?” I pull my arm from her grasp. “You and the pirate? Are you mad?”

  “Nooooo,” she says, nuzzling against Robert and kissing his gray neck. “He’s something to look at, isn’t he? And he has a huge cock! It hits all the right places, I promise. We can all be together. Tonight and forever.”

  She kisses his neck and nibbles at his pierced ear while looking in my direction.

  “I need to find a way out of here,” I say, feeling a tickle in my cunt as Delfina begins rubbing the impressive bulge in Robert’s trousers.

  “There is a door,” says Robert, pointing distractedly behind the bed as he turns to kiss Delfina. They resume kissing passionately, but he spares me another glance and adds, “That bastard wizard put it there. He said never to open it…mmmm…but I did when I was looking for Delfina. The door…mmmmmm…”

  He gets distracted again by Delfina’s kisses. She giggles against his lips and begins unlacing her bodice until her pert breasts bounce free. Robert kisses them and fondles them before returning his lips to her mouth. I feel another hot throb of desire in my core, but I need to know what he is talking about.

  “The door, Robert,” I snap. “What about it?”

  “Terrible place,” he says. “Mmmmmm…you should…mmmmmm…stay here with us.”

  He drops his head to Delfina’s breasts and begins kissing and licking them. She laughs, cradling his head against her chest, and she looks at me over his shoulder.

  “Climb in the bed, Beatrix,” she purrs. “Or watch us. You might be able to learn a thing or two.”

  “Delfina…”

  Whatever I am going to say to her is interrupted by Robert flipping her over onto her hands and knees, kissing the firm roundness of her ass in her trousers, and then stripping her pants down from her creamy brown buttocks. He plants a kiss and delivers a good smack to her cheeks. And gods help me, I want him to handle me that way too.

  What should I do?

  Join them in the bed

  Watch Delfina with Robert the Black

  Leave by way of the mysterious door

  Wank them with my hands

  I need to satisfy these two sea dogs and the only way I’m willing to do that is with my hands. I smile sweetly, like I’m not totally grossed out by them, and I sheath my sword.

  “Alright, boys,” I say. “I’ll give you some fun. With my hands.”

  “Hands?” They say in unison and exchange another glance. I wiggle my long delicate fingers.

  “Alright, this time,” says Skeff. “Since you’re in a hurry. But we get to feel you up while you’re doing it.”

  The two pirates untie their cloth belts and drop their scabbards and blades upon the deck. They both drag down their trousers and their cocks match their overall physiques; Rollo’s manhood is short, very fat and completely bald while Skeff’s cock is long and slender with a greasy mat of hair at the base. I wrap my hands around their cocks and begin to stroke them, working from the root to the tip of each as the pirates press in close.

  “Awwww, now that’s the stuff,” moans Rollo, pressing so close is cock rubs against my trousers. “Good girl with a nice soft hand on me cock. Doesn’t get much better.”

  “Oh, by the sea gods, it does,” mutters Skeff. “Look at them tits. Pert as apples. Let’s see those then, lass.”

  He pulls my blouse open, freeing them and whistling at what he sees. His rough, cold hand cups my left breast, his thumb bending and playing with my stiff nipple. He surprises me by leaning in and planting a kiss on my lips, his foul mouth like a soggy washcloth left on the sink overnight. His tongue works against mine, rough and cold and he pinches my nipple, sending pain jolting to my clit. I squeeze his cock harder and he grunts against my lips.

  “Play nice,” he rasps and smothers me with another kiss.

  Rollo is busy as well, slipping his fat hand down into my trousers and my panties. I shudder as he brushes his finger against my clit. He has no skill with his fingers, but plugging two of them into my slick folds is certainly helped along by having two cocks to wank. I focus on pleasuring them as they molest and kiss me. Rollo sucks my right tit, slobbering all over my nipple and sucking like he expects milk. Skeff keeps kissing me, sloppy and wet, smacking his lips against me and thrusting his cock through my stroking fingers.

  “Ohhhhh, this one’s got a hot cunt,” groans Rollo. “Maybe we should bend her over and fuck it until we warm up a little?”

  “Don’t even think about it,” I growl, squeezing his cock until the bald pirate yowls. I relax my crushing grip.

  “Awright, only a suggestion,” he moans. “Hand’ll do. I’ll just go back to suckin’ on your tit.”

  “That’s a good boy,” I say, cradling his head and drawing his face back to my right breast. He moans wantonly, licking and sucking at my tit like he means to make me spurt milk. I let go of his head to go back to work on his cock, jerking it steadily as I feel slimy precum begin to leak out of his tip. All the while, Skeff is making it difficult for me to concentrate as he’s kissing my neck, sucking at it as he pinches my left nipple and squeezes my breast. He keeps fucking my hand, rubbing his cock against my trousers as it slides through my grasp.

  “Oh, fuckin’ hell,” moans Skeff, his cold breath against my neck. “That’s it, love. Wank it out. I’m goin’ to shoot it all over you.”

  I look down at his long gray cock just as the bluish tip begins to throb. The shaft bucks in my grasp and yellow streams of cum splatter my dark trousers and my bare midriff. Roll moans loudly against my breast and explodes as Skeff is still cumming, painting my pants with thick ropes of his unholy spunk. Wherever their cum touches my bare flesh, I feel strangely numb. It’s that pins-and-needless sensation like sitting cross-legged too long. I grab the handkerchief from Skeff’s head and quickly wipe their cum off my skin.

  “Gonna…go another…round?” asks Skeff.

  “Yeah, we’ll do you proper now, girly,” says Rollo.

  But neither seems to be in any condition for more fun. They stagger and stumble around until they both trip over the corpses on the deck. They sprawl on the rotten wood, moaning softly as the color in their eyes fades from a bright blue glow to a faint sparkle. Their heads loll and they sees incapable of doing much more than moaning.

  “Sorry, boys, looks like the fun is over,” I say, tossing Skeff his filthy handkerchief.

  I step over them, weaving my way among the bodies and climb the stairs to the cabin. A broken lantern hangs beside the door. The door itself is exquisitely ornate, depicting a pirate woman astride the seas, her breasts bare and a cutlass in each hand. The face of this image has been chopped away in anger and the carving is blackened with filth. A placard is just visible beneath the grime. “Captain’s Quarters.”

  I listen at the door. It's eerily quiet in there. Has she won? Has she killed him? Or has he bested her? I grasp the handle of the door.

  There is only one way to answer those questions.

  CONTINUE >

  Trick the abhorreth into mating with my ass

  The abhorreth can read my thoughts, so I must be very careful about what I think. I certainly cannot let him know that my ass is very fertile and if he cums inside it I will surely be impregnated. I must do whatever it takes to keep this secret from him. Think about anything else. Certainly I must not betray that my fer
tile ass is hungry for his slimy pink cocks. The worst would be if he filled my fertile ass up with all of his cum until he was drained completely dry. I would become his slave forever.

  “Oh, my poor, foolish girl,” laughs the arrogant voice of Lord Splugwyrth in my mind. “I have heard your every thought about your fertile ass. You have betrayed your secret to me and now I will take full advantage!”

  His tentacles surge towards me, grabbing my arms and legs and lifting me off the gangway. I cry out, struggling with him as he easily rolls me over onto my stomach and begins stripping my lower half with his suckered tentacles. His powerful, boneless limbs hold me with my ass raised and my face pressed to the rotten planks of the gangway. His slime melts warmly into my flesh, arousing me and making my pussy ache for his cocks.

  “Oh, no, you will not be tricking me,” he scolds. “Your fur-covered lips are not for me. It is this delicate pink hole between your buttocks! Yes! Oh, I shall taste it with my sensory tentacles!”

  It is a terrifying position. I am entirely at the mercy of the abhorreth. I cannot stop him from mating with my peachy rear and my fertile pink asshole.

  “Mmmmm! Yes!” The abhorreth laugh with delight in my mind. “Let me taste that fertile hole!”

  A half-dozen slender translucent tentacles crawl up the backs of my thighs and to the plush roundness of my rump. Two of the larger tentacles slap their suckers on either cheek and pull my ass wide, baring and stretching the knot of my pink asshole. I squeal at the sensation, which gives me the impression that the abhorreth’s bigger tentacles could split me in half at any seam. For the moment, they are only baring my pucker for the smaller tentacles, which slither into my crack and begin to flick and spread their slime against my clenched hole.

  The sensation is exquisite. Warm and wet and slippery, like several tongues licking and rimming my little asshole all at once. I moan and strain helplessly to escape the powerful tentacles, my pussy throbbing with need.

  “Please, put it in my pussy,” I moan. “Fuck that instead. Just…don’t fuck my ass. You’ll make me pregnant.”

  “Ah, but that is the dream, my lovely,” laughs the abhorreth. He sends his small tentacles squirming into my ass, pushing and wriggling past my clench, sliding into the hot chamber of my bowels. Sliding deep. I low with pleasure, my eyes rolling back as they curl and squirm inside me. The blasphemous beast slowly withdraws the slimy tendrils and declares, “Delicious! Now you are ready to be bred!”

  I feel a hot surge of fear at his words. Will he hurt me with those big cocks? Will he breed my…asshole?

  “Only pleasure, my sweet,” he purrs, reading my thoughts. “But I shall breed your dainty hole!”

  One of the abhorreth’s cock presses its fat head to the slimy divot of my anus. I suck in a breath as it thrusts into me with a squelch, stretching me much wider and driving in until I feel the bulge at the base of the cock pressing against my aching rim. The monstrous leviathan sends a psychic shudder of pleasure through me, causing my ass to squeeze around his cock as it pulls back and thrusts in again.

  He begins to move with greater and greater urgency, pounding his lumpy cock into my asshole and smearing his warming slime into my depths. My breasts shake with each thrust. My eyelids flutter shut as I enter something close to a trance of sensation. The slimy cock rooting my little hole might break me if I focused on the discomfort, but there is profound pleasure as well. I let that wrap me and draw me away from the stretching sensation.

  I cry out with each thrust, the pink piston of the monstrous cock driving in and out of my ass. Swelling inside me. Swelling and throbbing and, yes! YES!

  “YES!” roars the abhorreth in my mind. His pounding cock-tentacle jerks and hot cum jets deep into my bowels. I feel the pressure of it, filling me up, pouring into my naughty hole.

  I wail at the sensation, forcing myself to smile and laugh as if I am being claimed by the curse.

  “Yes! Breed my ass, mighty abhorreth! Make me pregnant with your potent seed!” Though I am feigning the climax of being bred, real pleasure takes hold and to my surprise I cum from being ass-fucked by the abhorreth. My stretched hole squeezes again and again with the force of my orgasmic spasms. My ass milks every spurt from his cock.

  “We have only just begun, my sweet,” purrs the abhorreth. “I have so much more to give you.”

  The cock slides from my ass and I moan with humiliation as I reflexively squeeze and force out a gurgling, bubbling mass of milky spunk. It drools from my stretched hole. But the humiliation is short-lived as the abhorreth lifts another cock to my creamy asshole and thrusts into my slimy depths.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” I moan as he resumes fucking me with this fresh cock. His strokes churn his seed into a musky froth that slops and spills from my hole. I pant with pleasure, lost to the sensation of being fucked in my creamy ass.

  “No need to fight it, my pet,” he purrs, teasing my nipples with translucent tendrils. “I will fill you with all of my seed. Every drop. For as long as it takes!”

  “Goddddsss,” I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head.

  The cavern rings with the fleshy slaps and raunchy slurping sounds as the abhorreth pounds his cocks one after another into my cum-drenched asshole. I lose track of time as he twists me and turns me with his tentacles. My nipples ache from being flicked and tugged by his little tentacles. My voice is hoarse from howling with such inescapable waves of perverse pleasure. Again and again and again; the abhorreth relentlessly fucks my ass and fills it with the foul brew of his spunk.

  By the sixth or seventh time, I am not even sure if he is fucking my ass or my pussy. I have gone partly numb down there and experience his thrusting cock as a sort of tugging and pushing inside my body. Each time he cums, I feel a fresh surge of warmth, followed by a splattering gush of his seed as it drains out of my asshole. I am only glad I cannot see what has become of me.

  “You are a mess,” he interjects, his words in my mind. “I could continue for days, my lovely mate. But I can see that much more will strain your fragile body. Here. Let me clean you.”

  He lifts me in his suckered tentacles and dunks me gently into the cold water of the lagoon. I feel the filthy washing away as my ass slowly clenches back to normal. True to his word, he has not harmed me. The copious slime has proved a more than adequate lubricant. He dunks my head under the water once, washing away the sweat dried on my face, and lifts me up again to set me on the gangway.

  “Rest, Beatrix Ardora,” he says. “I hunger after such exertions. I must hunt and find sustenance. Rest and I will return to you.”

  “Th-thank you, Lord Splugwyrth,” I moan.

  “Splug is fine,” he says. “Since you are my mate now.”

  “Splug,” I say, smiling as I gaze at his huge yellow eye.

  He slips down beneath the surface of the lagoon and I feel his oppressive mind leaving me. I lay on the dock for a long time, catching my breath and regaining my sense of self. My mind is my own. I am not the slave of the arrogant abhorreth.

  I rise unsteadily to my feet, sore, but otherwise unharmed. Fortunately, my clothing was discarded on the gangway. I retrieve my boots, panties, trousers, and button up my blouse. I cast a glance in the direction of The Savage Queen. My destiny lies aboard that ship. I must find Delfina and give her a good wallop for leaving me to be ass-fucked by the abhorreth. I set off down the gangway, determined to reach the pirate ship and make her mistress apologize.

  The Savage Queen looms before me with the rope ladder dangling from its moldering flank. It’s a long way up the ship’s bulging timbers. I cast a last glance over my shoulder. There is no sign of the abhorreth in the lagoon. I grab the slimy ropes, hook my foot into the net, and begin my climb.

  I pull myself up to the gunwale and drop over onto the deck of a misty, eerily quiet ship that belongs to the dead.

  CONTINUE >

  Surrender eagerly to the abhorreth

  I take a moment to survey my surrounding and size up my foe. Re
treat would take me towards the swaugins and trying to advance into Lord Splugwyrth’s tentacles would surely end in defeat. I count at least a half dozen powerful main tentacles of slimy gray flesh with pink suction cups on the underside of each. One of those mighty appendages would be enough to overpower me. There are countless smaller, translucent appendages flailing and whipping excitedly at the gangway. Then there is a singular appendage kept well out of my reach that consists of a gray trunk and a spade-shaped tip that drips with slime and rhythmically shifts colors from pale blue to red and back to blue again.

  And then there are the cocks. Gods, I count three of them, each tipping a massive tentacle as large as the main tentacles but without the suckers. Each of these tentacles is an impressive male specimen, pink and bulging with unholy vigor, the heads frilled with flesh and the shafts covered in fleshy nodules. My thighs quakes at the thought of what just one of those cocks could do to me, let alone all of them.

  The abhorreth looks up at me from the lagoon, seeming to wait patiently while I account for all the tentacles I can see. No doubt more are hidden beneath the pitch-black surface of the lagoon. It is as if I am facing an army and that does not even consider that he is clearly a genius. He can read my thoughts. He is probably reading them right now. How can I hope to outwit that?

  “Of course, you cannot,” he purrs in my mind, sending a tremor of submissive pleasure through my body. “I have already beaten you a hundred different ways, Beatrix. Best to surrender yourself to me now. I know it is what you desire. I will be gentle with you.”

  “Yes,” I whisper. I say it louder, “Yes!”

  I throw my sword upon the gangway and it is swept aside almost instantly by one of the abhorreth’s tentacles. Perverse desire wells up within me. Goaded by the oppressive power of Lord Splugwyrth’s will in my mind, I step directly into the abhorreth’s embrace.

  “Oh, my sweet,” moans the abhorreth in my mind, circling me with two powerful tentacles. Suckers pluck at my bare flesh and he wraps me up in those tentacles like they are the arms of a lover. The smell of his slime is strong and yet enticing. A tentacle curls around my neck. Gently now. But so powerful it could snap my neck in an instant. “Say it. Say you will be mine.”