Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 4

by Amanda Clover

  “Have pleasure sex,” says the leader, pressing his scaly body against mine. I push him back and he blinks his round eyes in confusion.

  “I want to talk, not have pleasure sex,” I say.

  “Pleasure sex?” hisses one of the others.

  “Pleasure sex!” hisses another.

  “Beatrix!” cries Delfina. “You’re getting them worked up!”

  I see that she is right. The swaugins show great symptoms of excitement, with purpling at their gills and their loathsome slimy white cocks sliding from their loins. I feel one of these cocks brushing against my body, squeezing against me as the leader embraces me and attempts to kiss me. Before I can react, my sword is pulled from my grasp. The leader pulls me down with him onto the beach. Beside me, Delfina cries out, overwhelmed by three of the brutes who drag her down to the sand beside me.

  “Do something!” cries the beautiful pirate as the swaugins pull at her blouse and yank off her boots.

  But I am helpless to aid her as the swaugin leader kisses me and thrusts his long tongue into my mouth. His webbed fingers caress me and pry apart the buttons of my blouse. I arch beneath his fish weight, trying to free myself from him. This only serves to part my thighs and allow him to stuff a webbed hand into my trousers.

  “Mmmmmm!” I cry out against his lips as his fingers knead the hot mound of my cunt. He pulls aside the fabric of my panties and strums my slit as he kisses me. Beside me I can hear swaugin hissing and clicking along with Delfina grunting desperately. I finally manage to break the kiss with the swaugin leader and see Delfina being pleasure by three fishmen at once. They are licking and stroking her naked flesh as she moans and writhes in their grasp.

  “Delfina!” I cry out, but it’s the only sound I manage before another swaugin kneels beside my head and forces his cock into my mouth. The slimy, briny length of his loathsome cock slides to the back of my throat. Despite my disgust, a heat burns in my cunt. I am responding to the fingers of the swaugin leader and their strange, overwhelming musk. The fight goes out of me and I begin to suck the cock in my mouth. I rock my hips and fuck against the leader’s thrusting fingers.

  “Mmmmmmm!” I moan around the cock, my pleasure building with each strum of the leader’s fingers. He dips his finned head to my chest and begins hungrily licking and slurping at my breasts. Each pop of his wet lips on my buds sends another jolt of pleasure to my clit.

  Beside me, Delfina is on her hands and knees, riding atop the cock of one swaugin and begin fucked in her creamy golden ass by another. A third stands before her and she strokes and licks his cock, nuzzling against its foul length like as though she adores it. Seeing the pirate so completely in the thrall of her desires only makes me more eager to pleasure my fishy lovers. I reach up and stroke the cock of the leader in one hand as I pleasure the cock of the other swaugin with my lusty mouth. Even as that briny slime gathers in my mouth and prickles in my throat, I suck eagerly upon the cock. I part my thighs as the leader of the swaugins climbs between them and guides his hardness to my hot furrow.

  “Mmmmm!” I suck harder, more urgently, tilting my hips to take swaugin cock.

  “YES! OHHH YES! BREED ME!” Delfina screams with absolute abandon, thrusting back against her lovers as they pump her full of their potent seed. Soon enough, I know, I will meet that same fate. I crave it. I need it inside me.

  As if sensing my envy, the cock in my mouth begins to throb. I am soon rewarded for my lusty sucking with a flood of swaugin spunk. I gulp down hot torrents of briny ball sauce, swallowing it until my belly feels sick with the sheer quantity of it. Swallowing swaugin cum. What has become of me?

  The answer is pretty simple: I’m turning into a slut for these frisky fishmen. Something about them is addicting and they haven’t even knocked me up yet. I know what I’m in for, I can see the wild corrupted look in Delfina’s eyes as she blows two of them at the same time and rides the third. I can feel it in my pussy as their leader hammers his cock into me. The swaugin kneeling by my head pulls away, his cock wilting, and I turn my full attention to their leader.

  “Fuck meeeeee,” I cry. “I need. I need it inside me.”

  “Hang out with sex,” he hisses, leaning down to kiss me as I wrap my arms around his scaly shoulders.

  “Hang out…mmmmmm…with sex forever!” I cry, throwing my legs around him and pulling him deeper into my clutching cunt. He thrusts furiously into me, smothering my lips with his kiss and thrusting his long tongue into my mouth. His cock is incredible, fat and ridged and bulging, it grows hotter by the moment inside my clenching cunny until I can’t stand it any longer. I howl against his lips and cum for him, my body wracked with spasms and my depths squeezing him with my ecstasy.

  He hisses loudly against my lips, like a whistling kettle, and his cock pulses into my pussy. One more moment of freedom, I realize, and then his cum is flooding into me, potent sperm burrowing into the fertile vessel of my womb. In that moment I am bred by the swaugin and I love it and know my purpose. I am transported to a higher realm of pleasure, my cunt milking his spurting cock until he has deposited every drop of his seed into my throbbing depths.

  Though his mate and thrall, I am hardly done with the pleasures, as many more swaugins wade out of the surf and surround us. Delfina coos and gurgles with pleasure, rutted by swaugin after swaugin. I sprawl beneath one lover after another, my cunt, mouth, and stretched asshole used by the school of swaugins for their pleasure. Delfina and I are left with our legs entangled, our holes sore, and our bodies awash in briny spunk.

  “Now we take to lair,” promises the swaugin leader.

  “Yessss,” moans Delfina.

  “Take us to your lair,” I agree.

  They drag us into the water, down into the kelp beds, where they have made a home for us with woven kelp and a large membrane of air. It is a deceptively large, soft, and damp chamber, with beds of kelp for us to rest upon. This is our world now, this pocket of air within the cove, and I can hardly wait to fill it with my eggs.

  CONTINUE >

  Mate to the swaugins

  The contractions are becoming more powerful. I feel the swaugin eggs shifting in my womb with the intensity of each spasm. I am supported in a sitting position by two of my swaugin mates. They caress my shoulders and sing softly in their language that I cannot master. Each swaugin holds the back of one of my knees so that my legs are pulled up and apart, exposing my bare cunt. I have taken to trimming it with a razor clam, as the swaugins have confessed the hair disturbs them compared to my naked flesh.

  My breasts heave with my panting breaths. Another contraction ripples through my birth canal and I feel the spongy, fist-sized eggs beginning to move towards my uterus.

  “Ooooh, they’re coming,” I moan, looking up at the swaugin leader, who I have given the name Geoffrey.

  “You do good, Bee,” he says, calling me by the shortened name because none of the swaugins can pronounce my full name.

  With a pleasurable contraction, the first spill of my amniotic fluid bursts out in a clear gush, followed by the first glistening, milky-white egg. It feels wonderful, not painful. Each egg massages my cunt as it slips out of my womb and pushes through my delicate folds. Geoffrey scoops them up and attaches them to the roof of the chamber using some resin the swaugins can secrete form their mouth. With each egg he forms a glistening strand to join the four others I have birthed out over the last few weeks. The oldest swaugin spawn can be seen glowing faintly inside their eggs, excited by the sounds I am making below them.

  A fifth egg squeezes out of my pussy, sending a tremor of pleasure for me that strengthens the next contraction. The sixth eggs slurps out of my slimy cunt and rolls across the kelp floor. There are several more still inside me. Maybe my biggest clutch yet.

  My fat nipples and swollen, milk-laden breasts begin to leak. My milk is of no use to the spawnlings, that will hatch ready to swim freely in the sea, but the mature swaugins occasionally enjoy sucking it from my breasts. Another pl
easurable series of contractions brings out four more eggs. My belly never grows large like it might with a human child, but it bulges with the fist sized eggs. Those bulges disappear and my tummy returns to flatness as the last two eggs slip out of my pussy.

  “Twelve eggs,” says Geoffrey, smiling and showing me his beaklike inner jaws. “You good mother, Bea. Many eggs.”

  Still catching my breath, I wave gratefully to him. “Are you going to give me more tonight?”

  “You rest,” he says. “Tomorrow I give you more.”

  He leans down any kisses me on the cheek. The two swaugin supporting me let my legs back down and begin to clamber to their feet. The dull throbbing of need in my cunt, the emptiness that I feel immediately after laying a clutch, must be addressed. I’m always at my horniest after egg-laying and the curse Zimon put on this place ensures I will be knocked up if I’m seeded again.

  “Wait,” I say to the two swaugins.

  They stop and look at me curiously. I realize I do not even know the names of these two. Somehow, that makes it okay. Geoffrey is my usual mate, but if I do not know the names of my lovers it would not be cheating. Of course, I fuck all the members of the school frequently, but Geoffrey is usually the one who fills me with a clutch.

  “Can you understand me?” I ask the two swaugins.

  They look at each other and then nod to me. It is not at all uncommon for the swaugins in the school to understand the common tongue but be unable to speak it. Only five or six of the twenty or so swaugins can speak so that I can understand.

  “I need your cocks,” I say, rising to my knees. “To, um, thank you for helping me with the egg-laying. I need to, ah, pleasure you. Would you like to be pleasured?”

  They exchange another glance and then come towards me, their slimy white cocks beginning to bulge from the slits in the greenish scales of their loins. I run my hands over those little bumps, coaxing them with my fingers, moaning as I lean to one and give it a lick. It bulges out more and I suck it into my mouth, moaning around it as I slurp eagerly on the swelling hardness.

  Gods, I need their cocks so bad. I am in the throes of a fever of lust. I pop one cock from my mouth and turn to the other, licking it, spitting on it, and rubbing my soft, milky tits against it. I squeeze my laden mounds and moan as more milk dribbles from my fat nipples.

  “Ohhhh, yes, you like these tits?” I ask, looking up at the swaugin.

  “Llllllike,” he hisses with great difficulty.

  I giggle and squeeze my tits tightly around his cock, wanking with my drooling tits as I stroke the other swaugin’s swelling cock with my fingers. He crowds closer and I am able to lean my head to one side, licking and sucking his cock as the other swaugin begins to thrust between my tits in search of his pleasure. The lair fills with the lewd sounds of slapping flesh and my eager slurping. The swaugin fucking my tits begins thrusting furiously and making that familiar hissing sound that means he’s getting close.

  “Hey!” I cry, popping my lips free of his comrade’s cock. “I want that cum in my pussy! You’d better—”

  My protest is cut off by his cock sliding up between my squeezed tits and exploding directly into my face. Hot lashes of swaugin spunk splash my lips, chin, my nose, my cheeks, fly into my mouth, and coat the tops of my milky tits in warm, gooey cum.

  “Oh, gods!” I cry, looking at the mess on my chest. “You’ve wasted it!”

  “Like,” moans the swaugin with apparent embarrassment, stepping back from me with his cock in full retreat.

  I scoop the cum from my face and lick my fingers clean of the briny goop. I turn my attention back to the swaugin I was sucking. His cock twitches and drips out a strand of pre that lengthens and then falls free of his cockhead.

  “Oh, no, not you too,” I say, leaning back onto the bed of kelp. I pet my pussy and spread my slimy cuntlips. I plunge two fingers into my hot, egg-stretched hole. I gaze at the confused swaugin with fire in my eyes. “Get over here and fuck me.”

  “Fuck me,” repeats the finned dunce. He climbs upon me, pawing at my breasts and causing more of my milk to gush forth. I moan as the warm rivulets trickle down the mounds of my titflesh and tilt my hips to invite his cock into the hungry lips of my cunt. He shifts atop me and his cock finds its path, sliding into my molten depths. My pussy is slimy from the egg-laying and hot with my lust and his cock hilts easily within me.

  “Ohhhhhh, yes, fuck it,” I cry. “Fill me with that spunk, my sweet swaugin.”

  “Sweet,” he hisses and begins to rut furiously into my pussy. The swaugins, even the most civilized of them, become frantic beasts when they slide into my cunt. Not even the leader can restrain his lust when I am beneath him or bent over before him. This one is no different. He hisses and clicks, slamming me hard wit his body, sending my huge, milky tits splashing about with each thrust. The motion of our bodies flings my milk everywhere and sends hot spasms deep into my core. I wrap my legs tighter, taking him deeper.

  “Yessss! Fuck it! Fuck me, you beast!” I wail with pleasure, clawing at his scaly back as he roots my tight little hole. With a last how of pleasure, I cum for him, squeezing my legs tightly around him and restraining the travel of his thrusts. He whistles with his own rush of pleasure and I know it is coming. A moment later, that hot spurt of his cum floods into my depths, splashing my womb and instantly sealing me with the curse. I see a flash and feel the hot burn of ecstasy as portent swaugin seed flows into my magically fertile cunt. I reach the addicting heights of pleasure only found in the act of conception. I am bred by the swaugins again.

  Later, after being fucked by both swaugins a second time, I recline, sweaty and languid on my bed of kelp. I am alone in the lair, my pussy sore from being pounded so thoroughly and a dreamy smile on my face.

  Bright violet light flares in my lair, so all-consuming that I can even see through my eyelids. It fades away and a human figure is left standing in before me.

  Zimon Fendriss smiles as he looks down at me. He is just as I remember him, which is to say that he is infuriatingly handsome and well-dressed.

  “Hello, Beatrix,” he says, admiring my naked body. He sniffs the air and wrinkles his nose. “Ah! What is that musk? It’s as if fish have been spawning. And what are these?” He pokes the chandelier of strands of glowing eggs and they swing and jiggle. Some of the older swaugin spawn swirl excitedly in the eggs.

  “Hello, Zimon,” I say, forgetting my anger with him. “Did you come to visit with me?”

  “I come bearing good news!” He crouches down beside me as I sit up. “I have found a new home for you and your fishy lovers. A beautiful island in the Sea of Sargasso. Lots of kelp. Plenty of fish to eat. Very few humans to bother you.”

  “It sounds wonderful,” I say dreamily.

  “Yes, I thought so,” says Zimon, stroking my head. “You can be happy there with them and all your little spawnlings forever. Now then, I think I should have a reward.”

  He takes out his cock and I cannot help but feel my mouth begin to water. He strokes his stiff length and turns toward my face. I do not have to be told what to do. For perhaps the last time in my life, I begin to suck a human cock. I moan around him, savoring the wizard’s hardness as he reaches out and begins to fondle my breasts. He chuckles when milk flows from my nipple.

  “You wouldn’t mind if I took some of your milk, would you my lovely?” asks Zimon, slipping a hand into his robe and taking out a small bottle with a rubber gum stopper.

  “No,” I moan around his cock, reluctant to stop in my efforts.

  “Good, good,” he says, sliding the mouth of the bottle around my nipple. He squeezes the breast to express a thick gush of milk and then stoppers the bottle and tucks it away. He squeezes my breast again, gathering some of the milk on his fingers and tasting the droplets. “Mmmm, sweet and salty. The swaugin hormones create an interesting mixture.”

  “Thank you,” I say, although I doubt he understands the words with his cock in my mouth.

 
I mean it though. I am so very grateful to Zimon Fendriss. He helped me find my purpose in life.

  THE END

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  The captain’s consorts

  Rain sloshes against the smoke-darkened windows of the captain’s cabin. It is daylight, but I can hardly tell as a pair of lanterns cast their golden glow over the scene of pleasure taking place within the cabin. It is a common sight. Delfina stands with one foot upon a padded velvet footstool, her moth-eaten skirt raised around the pale gold of her legs all the way to her waist. Robert the black stands behind her, his huge hands encircling her slender waist as he plunders the beautiful pirate queen’s booty with steady strokes of his massive cock.

  “Don’t stop licking me, Beatrix,” hisses Delfina, pulling my face back to her cunt. I am kneeling in front of my beautiful captain, my hands bracing her slender thighs. I obey her urging hand on the back of my head and dip my face back down to her cunt. I lick the hard bud of her clit as Robert’s fat cock continues to slam into her pussy. Each impact of his body against Delfina’s peachy bottom sends her mound slamming into my face.

  “Nnnnnnhnnnn!” I moan eagerly, licking her clit again and against even as my nose is repeatedly squished. She grabs my head with both hands, leaning her weight against my face, grinding her pussy against my tongue.

  “That’s it,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck me, Robert. Grab my tits. Yes! YES! Ohhhhh…are you almost there?”

  “Yes,” he groans, somehow breathless even though he doesn’t need to breathe. “Yes, Delfina! Oh, do you want me to cum inside you?”

  “Do it,” she moans. “I want this little slut to lick it out of me.”

  “Oh-ho-ho,” laughs Robert, stroking deep into her pussy and shuddering with pleasure. His balls are drawn all the way up against his root. I can feel his cock throbbing each time he hilts in Delfina’s stretched folds. Robert shouts, “Here it comes, captain!”

  I lick more furiously than ever, my muffled moan lost in Delfina’s cries of pleasure. I can feel the shuddering of their joined bodies and in the shadows between her thighs I am pretty sure I can see the glistening piston of Robert’s cock throbbing as he pumps his spunk deep into her pussy. He takes a few last strokes, kiss Delfina’s shoulder and neck as he fondles her pert breasts. He slows his strokes and then eases his cock back.