Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 4

by Amanda Clover

  “I will be yours! Forever! You are my master!” The words spill gladly from my lips.

  “Yes, and you will know only pleasure as my faithful servant,” he purrs. “Worry not, I will take god care of you.”

  Dozens of smaller translucent tentacles slithers over my boots and up into my trousers. I moan as the cool slime spreads over my flesh, quickly warming and melting into my body, sending waves of heat and desire through me. The tentacles squirm up to my panties, pushing inside the damp fabric from front and back.

  “Ohhhh,” I moan as tentacles writhe between my buttocks, crawling excitedly over my clenched divot.

  More tentacles assail my pussy, teasing and squirming, but not trying to push inside me. These many tentacles tear my trousers to pieces, ripping them at the seams and bursting them from within. They suck my boots from my feet and shred my panties until I am wearing only a dense tangle of countless small tentacles from the waist down. They massage my sensitive flesh without pause. It is a strange and depraved pleasure.

  I can sense the abhorreth’s amusement as if our minds are already connected. His larger tentacles burst the buttons of my blouse and slip my wet shirt from my shoulders. My breasts are flushed and heaving as I pant with excitement. My stiff nipples glisten with slime.

  Dozens of wormlike tentacles resume their climb up my body, engulfing my abdomen and my heaving breasts, binding my soft mounds and squeezing against my nipples. I shudder with pleasure as they swallow me up to my slender neck. Only then do they begin a coordinated rhythmic movement over my entire body from my neck down. It is as if I am being caressed and sucked by a giant mouth. Slimy tentacles sheath my entire body and ripple visibly as they pleasure me.

  “Master,” I cry, “it feels so good.”

  “Do not fight your pleasure,” he purrs. “Cum for me, Beatrix. Cum from my touch alone.”

  His command must be obeyed. I jerk my hips, fucking myself against the squirming panties of tentacles, rubbing my clit and my lips and my clenching asshole against those delicate, slithering tendrils. Ecstasy bursts from my clit and reflects from my core. I shake and buck as I am lifted off the gangway and held over the lagoon. The abhorreth’s hideous eye stares up at me, drinking in the sight of me, seeming to lick and suck me with a thousand squirming tentacles. My howls of pleasure echo in the vast emptiness of the cavern. I wonder if Delfina can hear me on her ship.

  It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but the pleasure and my master.

  That strange, spade-tipped tentacles approaches me, moving towards my face. It turns its pink underside to me, and I see numerous fleshy nodules. Hypnotic patterns of color begin to pulse faster and faster and I cannot look away from the strange appendage as it lowers like a mask upon my face.

  I feel a sensation like a bubble popping inside my skull and then a rush of suction as my thoughts and memories are drawn into my master’s hungry siphon. He does not physically devour my mind, but he slurps out my thoughts, my past, and my future as I cum for him. He erases my identity completely. I am still Beatrix, but I am Beatrix the mind slave. The only thing that matters is my master, Lord Splugwyrth. I will live for his pleasure and die if it amuses him.

  His mind siphon detaches from my face and a glowing symbol appears on my forehead. I am forever marked as his slave, connected to him like a limb is connected to a body. He sets me gently back upon the gangway and I drop to my knees, my entire identity rewritten by the superior mind of Lord Splugwyrth. I tremble, my body still reacting to the change, but a smile forms upon my face as I gaze down into that yellow eye.

  “Th-thank you, master,” I gratefully gasp. “How may I serve?”

  “There are so many ways,” he purrs, his cock-tipped tentacles curling towards me. “Let us begin with your pretty mouth…”

  CONTINUE >

  Drinking makes me horny

  I lock eyes with Delfina. Not in a stare down, but with the heat of my undeniable desire. I don’t care if it’s the Fire Rum. I want her. I want to kiss her on her luscious lips and stuff my tongue into her mouth. I want to suck her little nipples, poking out beneath her blouse, and run my hand down the front of her trousers so I can feel the softness of her pussy.

  “Honestly,” I whisper, holding her gaze, “drinking like this makes me horny.”

  I lean across the distance between us and plant my lips against hers. She meets my passion with hers, our kiss burning hot, opening, tongues colliding in a sweet, spicy, rum-flavored brawl. We kiss for a very long time, back and forth, trading blows with our lips popping softly and our moans mingling together.

  “I knew it,” she whispers, leaning her forehead against yours and looking into your eyes. “I knew you were a game girl when you let me out of that cell. And pretty too. Far prettier than any first mate I’ve ever had.”

  “Oh, is that what you think of me?” I chuckle and kiss her teasingly. “A deckhand for your ship?”

  “I don’t know what to make of you, Beatrix, but I like it,” she whispers in reply. She cradles my cheek with her hand, holding me still, looking from my lips up to my eyes as she kisses me again. Her tongue dominates mine, but I don’t give up so easily. I slip my hands under her blouse, feeling her warm, sweaty mounds under my fingers. I brush against her nipples and she gasps into my mouth. “Naughty.”

  We embrace and half fall to our knees together between our improvised seats in the jungle. I mash a half of a milk melon under my hand. Delfina laughs and licks the juice from my fingers. Her eyes glitter as she sucks my fingers clean.

  Then we are all over each other, tearing off clothes, literally in the case of how shew treats my blouse, kicking off boots and wriggling out of trousers. Her hands explore my pale body and I focus my attention on her pert breasts, just a shade lighter than the rest of her golden-brown skin, with dark nipples that I lick and suck eagerly. I bathe her straining buds in my mouth, one after the other, as she runs a hand down my back, slipping her fingers into my crack and teasing my asshole with her slowly rubbing digits.

  Having Delfina massaging my pucker is distracting, but I manage to thrust a hand between her thighs, tease apart her brown cuntlips, and start rubbing her clit to get even with her. She moans and lifts me up from her breasts and into another passionate kiss. Being drunk makes it so much hotter. It’s sloppy and wet, there is even a little drool, but it’s so uninhibited and hungry that I can make myself stop.

  “You are much lovelier than I guessed,” she laughs against my lips. “So lovely. Touch me here now, my sweet. Yes, just there, open me and pet me gently now. Do you feel that?”

  “Yesss,” I hiss against her lips as I massage the plump bud of her clit.

  “Rub me there, Beatrix, and I will touch you, ah, here!” Delfina stops teasing between my cheeks and puts the fingers of her other hand to work on my slick cunt. We match our rhythms, rubbing and thrusting. Her clit is fatter than mine, easier to find, and her cunt seems a bit more well-used, but that seasoning only makes it hotter. She is a pirate, she has been with men in probably dozens of ports. But she was always the captain. With me, at least for the moment, she seems content to be my equal.

  Our tongues tangle eagerly and our lips hardly break from our kiss. Our sighs and gasps of pleasure are a secret language spoken and decipherable only in that moment. She pushes two fingers into my slick pussy and I match her, using the pad of palm to thump and grind against her clit with every stroke. She copies my technique, moaning as if in thanks, jerking her hips to rise and meet my thrusting fingers. I jerk my hips as well and soon we are both rocking our bodies and fucking each other, our soft breasts meeting and our lips parted.

  “Captain,” I gasp, sweat trickling between my shuddering breasts. “I am very close. Oh, Delfina, your fingers are divine!”

  “I am here with you, Beatrix,” she whispers. “Right here. Ohhhhhh, sweet, pale beauty. I am here with you. Ahhhhh!”

  We cum together, crying out with such passion that brightly colored birds take wing from the nea
rby jungle. I throw back my head and call her name and she kisses and sucks at my neck. My pussy clutches around her thrusting fingers and I feel her, just as intensely, squeezing against my fingers. For several seconds, we are alone on another plane, far away from this illusion or island or whatever it may be.

  And then I fall back, leaning heavily against the rock I had been sitting upon, gasping and shaking with aftershocks of my pleasure.

  “Yes, indeed,” says Delfina, slipping her long fingers from my fluttering cunt. She lifts them to her face, sniffs them and tastes them with her pink tongue. She gazes down into my eyes as she sucks my nectar from her fingers. “You will make a fine addition to my crew. You will be my first mate and you will spend all your nights in my bed, Robert and Zimon be damned and forgotten.”

  “You mean it?” I laugh, picturing myself tangled in sheets with her in the four-poster inside some grand galleon. Bobbing upon the blue sea as we kiss and caress.

  “Oh, I do, my kitten,” she says. She crawls over me, sweeping a sweaty lock of hair from my face and pressing a kiss to my lips. I can taste a hint of my nectar on her tongue. Only a hint, for Delfina’s lips slide away from mine, blazing a path down my neck, to my breasts, lower, lower, until she is between my legs.

  “Oh, gods,” I moan, arching to offer myself to her. She takes full advantage, tonguing my slick slit and lapping at my bud. Pleasure rolls through my body as the beautiful pirate licks me. Her tongue explores my depths and then returns to my clit again to lash my throbbing button. I thread fingers into her dark hair, holding her against my cunt and squeezing my inner muscles against her thrusting tongue.

  “Mmmmmnnnnnnnn,” she moans, vibrating into my cunt as she licks me. I can see in her golden-brown eyes that she is savoring every taste, every jerk of my pale thighs and every soft gasp. She licks and licks until I cannot resist thrusting myself against her tongue. She seems to like this, making more noise, so I plant my hand on the back of her head and push her against my cunt. She gives my folds a long lick and says, “Cum for me, Beatrix. Spill your sweet nectar into my mouth.”

  “Ohhhhhh gods, yes!” It’s what I want. I pull her head down and she sucks at my juicy cunt, drawing on my folds and my clit at the same time. Her tongue burrows into me and I smear my juices over her lips and down her chin. Each swipe of her tongue, each eager thrust, drives me closer to the brink until I am howling with pleasure, writhing against her beautiful face.

  “MMMMMM!!!!” She cries, that loud moan vibrating straight into my core as I cum for her. My juices flood her mouth and I am in an agony of pleasure, sucked and licked until I can no longer stand it.

  Fully spent, I relax my hold on her head and sink back onto the damp earth.

  “I want to make you cum again and again,” she laughs, giving my clit another lick, “but I need my ship back, Beatrix. Are you ready?”

  “Now? I’ve just cum my brains into jelly,” I laugh.

  “Now,” she says, rising to her feet and offering me her hand. “The fog of the drink has been dispelled by pleasure. Let’s take the leap, hand-in-hand, and take back what is mine.”

  “Alright,” I say, rising to my feet. “Let’s jump off that cliff.”

  CONTINUE >

  Offer to pleasure Lord Splugwyrth with my hands and mouth

  Staring at the abhorreth’s cock-tipped tentacles, I experience a strange mixture of revulsion and lust. I should never touch such a loathsome creature and yet if I volunteer to pleasure him, I might be able to win my freedom. My options are not good otherwise. Surely, I cannot simply swing my sword and escape from this predicament. His three cock-tipped tentacles move closer to me, turning to point their bulging tips towards me as if sensing my thoughts.

  “M-my mighty Lord Splugwyrth,” I say, trying not to focus on those throbbing, twitching cock-tipped tentacles. “Surely you have the power to dominate me with your tentacles or rob me of my willpower. But you could do this to any woman who stumbles into your midst. How often, um, how often might you encounter a woman who would willingly give you pleasure?”

  “Hmmmmmmmmm,” his hum rolls lustily through my mind. “There is some truth to your words, little one. And I feel your desire bubbling like a spring. But you are a human, Beatrix. And you would willingly use your body to give me pleasure?”

  “Th-that is my offer,” I say, trying not to let my chin tremble.

  “Your womb?”

  “Not that,” I say. “I will pleasure you with my hands and mouth until you are satisfied. Do not ask more of me. I must leave this place.”

  “Why?” He asks, his tentacles curling and tapping at the edge of the gangway around me. “Why not stay with me?”

  “Because I want revenge,” I say, turning my gaze to the yellow orb of Lord Splugwyrth’s eye. “I want revenge on Zimon Fendriss.”

  “Ah! A motive I can respect!” He purrs in my mind. “Very good, Beatrix. You have been truthful with me. Now I shall be truthful with you. I want you. I want to devour your mind. I want to seed your womb. But I am not some simple beast. My lust may be tamed.”

  “I will tame your lust,” I promise.

  “It will not be an easy task, my sweet,” his purr becomes a growl. “But I shall allow you to make the attempt.”

  The abhorreth’s cock-tipped tentacles press against the side of the gangway, rising to head height and presenting their tips to me. I turn to face them slowly, mindful of the other tentacles still writhing and curling near my feet. At any moment, the leviathan could attempt to seize hold of me and have its way with me.

  “And I could do so now,” chuckles the voice in my mind. “But we have made an agreement. I will let you attempt to pleasure me. If you fail to satisfy me, then I shall revisit the matter. Until then, I will not attempt to overpower you. Now, begin pleasuring.”

  “I will do my best,” I murmur softly, forcing myself to ignore the tentacles all around me and focus on the three cocks raised to my face. They are strange, slimy, disgusting, and obscene. The slit at the tip of each drools with precum, there are red capillaries at the base and tip, the nodules along each shaft seem to pulsate, and there is a large, wrinkly mass at the base of each where bollocks might be on a human. They are greasy and glistening and exude a stench that is both alluring and makes me want to gag.

  Perhaps sensing my hesitation, Lord Splugwyrth hisses in my mind, “Do ittttt.”

  He pushes me and unbalances me with psychic force. I gasp, reaching out to stop myself from falling into the lagoon. My hands grasp the cocks on the left and right and my face pushes against the center cock, pre smearing my lips and chin before I regain my balance. Without thinking, I lick the slime on my lips, tasting the strong salty-sweet flavor. It stirs the desire inside me. With a warm cock in each hand, I begin to stroke him, sliding my fingers from the bulging root, up the pink shaft, and over the flesh-fringed crowns of two cocks.

  “Mmmmm, it tastes good,” I say, licking the snot like slime from my upper lip. I lean forward and lick it fresh from the drooling slit of the cock directly in front of me. The more I taste, the sweeter it becomes. I want more. I want it in my mouth.

  I wank two cocks as I run my tongue around the fleshy crown of the cock in front of me. I part my lips, kissing the cock, opening my mouth wider, and finally taking the abhorreth’s monstrous fuckmeat over my tongue. I moan wantonly around it, stroking the other two cocks urgently as I begin to bob on the cock in my mouth.

  “So eager,” moans Lord Splugwyrth as I pleasure his cocks. “I knew you were a lusty one when I felt your mind passing over me. You must have resisted so much pleasure to make it to me.”

  “Mmmmwaaa!” I pop him from my mouth, trailing saliva. “Not as much as you think. But I’ve kept myself from getting knocked up so far.”

  “Let us see, mmmmmm, if you can manage such a feat again,” he groans with pleasure in my mind.

  The slime flowing into my mouth and down my arms is warming my body up. I want more. I crave the cock in my mouth. I ope
n wider, gurgling as I take the fat cock past my gag. The abhorreth groans as I massage him with each swallow, his lumpy shaft stuffed down my throat. I pump my slimy fingers on the cocks I hold in each hand.

  “Oh! Your skills are impressive!” The abhorreth groans. “Already my seed churns!”

  Yes, I think, knowing he can hear my thoughts, Feed your cum to me, mighty Splugwyrth! Pump my belly full of your delicious seed!

  I squeeze my throat around him and messily slurp on his hardness. I wank his second and third cock urgently. I want it. I need it.

  “YESSSSSSS!” he roars, and all three cocks begin to jerk in glorious synchronicity. Hot jets of his milky seed rains down on my arms, in my hair, on my face, and splashes into my cleavage. Delicious monster spunk floods my throat and I gulp again and again to keep up with the heavy flow of his pleasure. I do not relent as he is cumming.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I moan, wanking out the last drops and draining his cock in my throat. I pully slowly off him, licking and slurping on his softening cockhead before releasing it from my lips. “Are you satisfied, Lord Splugwyrth?”

  “For the moment,” he purrs in my head. “Now it is your turn, my dear, to know the pleasures you could have if only you surrendered to me.”

  “Wait, I didn’t say—”

  My cry is cut off by the sudden surge of tentacles that scoop me up from the gangway and lift me into the air. I squeal as the abhorreth’s powerful tentacles burst open my blouse and strip off my boots, trousers, and panties.

  “Let go of me,” I wail.

  I kick and struggle, arching in the grasp of the leviathan as its tentacles wrap around my breasts and squeeze them in its suckered grasp. I feel the tickling pop of the suction cups as they lower and release again and again. Smaller tentacles slither between my thighs and into my crack. I tense, but it doesn’t matter as the abhorreth sends dozens of slender tendrils wriggling up my ass and pushing into my pussy. Warming slime drips from my holes as its tendrils burrow deep. I howl with ecstasy, driven wild by the sensation of countless squirming limbs rubbing my clit, massaging inside my cunt, and exploring the depths of my ass.