Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 6

by Amanda Clover

  I’m still suckling, draining the last of his cum, when I feel Mishanna’s warm tongue on my breasts, lapping up Kergel’s seed and teasing my nipples with each lick. She sucks some of my milk and swallows it with a moan of pleasure. Her tongue roams over and between my heaving breasts as I finally ease Kergel’s cock from between my lips.

  “Still hard,” I gasp, working my hands on his shaft. “Fuck me?”

  “Do not be greedy,” he says, stroking my head. “It is time for Mishanna to have a turn. Prepare her.”

  “Prepare?” I ask.

  “Her back passage must be well lubricated,” chuckles Kergel.

  Mishanna and I share a deep kiss before the elf bends low on her knees, with her face to the ground and her increasingly plump posterior raised to the heavens. The position naturally spreads her buttocks, revealing the fat flower of her anus. Her arsehole and mine have been well-stretched by Kergel’s massive cock. I know from experience I can now fit my fist into Mishanna’s ass. But at the troll’s instructions it is only tongue that pushes into her plump pucker. I rim her hot hole, easing it open with slow, wet licks and letting my spit drench her crack. Mishanna moans with each lap of my tongue. Each bitter swipe down her crack produces another tremor of pleasure.

  “Well done,” declares Kergel and I move out of the way for his straining cock. He eases his cock into the glistening ring of Mishanna’s elf arsehole. She moans like a beast as her bottom is filled with twitching troll cock. I fondle Kergel’s swinging bollocks and plant kisses on Mishanna’s bottom as he gently fucks her ass.

  His pace begins quite slow, but steadily increases with every thrust until he is loudly spanking her bottom with his gnarled hips. I can soon feel his stones tightening beneath my fingers. Mishanna moans and whimpers, her fingers lost in the grass and her plentiful bottom jiggling with each impact of Kergel’s hips.

  “Take it,” I gasp. “Take his cock. Take his seed in your ass!”

  “Yes!” cries Mishanna. “Oh, please, Kergel! Fill me with your love!”

  The troll’s massive claws press indentations in the flesh of Mishanna’s hips as he holds her tightly and rams deep into her ass. Mishanna lets out a throaty moan. I can see Kergel’s cock throbbing as he fills her ass with his seed. When he pulls out, it makes a lewd popping sound and his cum pours out of her gaping hole. She pushes up onto her hands and more drains out.

  I am quick to catch it with my tongue. I am still licking at her slowly clenching hole when Zimon appears.

  The wizard manifests with a sudden puff of violet magic. He steps closer, though he keeps a good distance to stay out of Kergel’s reach.

  “What do you want?” demands the troll.

  “Oh, only visiting,” chuckles Zimon, staring at me as I lick Mihanna’s ass. “And I bring good news for you and your, ah, brides! Once the babies are born, I'm sending you to a nice forest with a nice bridge far, far away.”

  “What is this? You will make us free?” Kergel rests a protective hand on my back. “All three of us?”

  “All five of you,” says Zimon. “Two boys, by the way. Very big. A womb-scrying spell allowed me to see their, ah, well…very big. Ta-ta now! See you again soon!”

  Zimon puffs out of existence. I lift my face from the warm cushions of Mishanna’s ass and look up at Kergel.

  A single green tear rolls down his cheek as he says, “Free.”

  THE END

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  Tell Mishanna to try stroking Petr

  Much as might like to wrap my hands or just about anything else around the handsome satyr’s perfect cock, I think it is the elf’s turn to show her skill. I nudge her with an elbow. She gives me an inquiring look.

  “Give him a tug,” I say. “I’m sure those nimble elf fingers can leave him drained in no time.”

  “A tug?” Petr grins and his cock jerks and drips more precum.

  “Mmmmm, I suppose I am the more skilled swordswoman,” she says, giving me a flash of cold silver from her eyes. She wiggles her fingers and command Petr, “Lie back, satyr, and let me take you to heaven with my hand.”

  “OoohhhhhhhHHHHhh,” moans the satyr, looking like he is barely maintaining his sanity as Mishanna crawls onto his mossy boulder, her plump breasts dragging against the green moss. I have a lovely view of her backside and her juicy quim until I move to Petr’s side to get a better view of the deep elf as she wraps her hand around Petr’s twitching cock. He tenses and nearly explodes as her deft hand engulfs the root of his cock. His view of her breasts, squeezing against her arm as she begins to slide her fingers up his shaft, seems to drive him over the brink. “Ahh! But…b-but…AAHHH!”

  He jerks his hips suddenly, thrusting his perfect pink cock through Mishanna’s curling fingers. His cock visibly throbs and a thick stream of milky seed launches from the tip, splashing Mishanna’s throat and dripping down onto her bust and over her arm.

  “Ooooh, that’s it,” I giggle, leaning my body against Petr’s shoulder. “Let it all out. Give Mishanna a good basting.”

  She frowns and cuts her eyes at me as she wanks out the satyr’s plentiful seed, splashing his cum all over her breasts, her arm, and her stroking fingers, until his seed is dribbling out like molten wax and he is twitching and gasping. Incredibly, despite the plentiful eruption, young Petr’s cock is still at full mast and twitching eagerly.

  Mishanna withdraws her hand, holding it up and showing me the rigging of spunk covering her fingers and dangling from her forearm. A thick glaze of satyr seed covers her jiggling breasts and trickles down her abdomen as she slides off the boulder and back to her feet.

  “Well? Are you going to open the fairy circle?” She asks Petr as I fetch her a handkerchief and begin mopping up all the cum. I do the best I can, though the single cloth is hardly adequate for the task.

  “I-I-I wish I could, miss,” he says, smiling sheepishly. “B-but I’m not satisfied yet. Not at all. I’m sorry, don’t be cross with me. I don’t make the rules. It’s the curse.”

  “We have to keep trying,” I say, giving Mishanna’s hand a last rub with the slimy handkerchief.

  She flashes an accusing look at me, as if to say, “What trying have you done?” but her plump lips pinch into a smile. “Yes, we will have to wring out every drop, I suppose. Intensify our efforts.”

  “Intensify?” Petr looks at us warily.

  “Yes,” I agree, wetting my lips. “Something different perhaps.”

  But what?

  What should I do now?

  Try sucking the satyr

  Tell Mishanna to try using her breasts to satisfy the satyr

  The opening of the fairy circle

  I crawl to the edge of the boulder, peering down at the shimmering surface of the portal. Mishanna rises to her feet, standing over me. Petr doesn’t move from his spot stretched out on the moss. It’s as if he doesn’t want to look.

  “Where does it go?” I ask Petr, mesmerized by the swirling patterns.

  “I don’t know,” says the satyr. “There was a guardian here before me that might have known, but he was gone when the wizard brought me and cursed me.”

  “Our equipment is gone,” says Mishanna. “Including our clothes.”

  I see that she is right. We had discarded our weapons and clothing on the ground next to the boulder. If we’re lucky, it just fell into the portal and is waiting for us on the other side. If we’re not lucky…

  “Looks like we’re going through in the buff,” I say, pushing up onto my hands and knees.

  “I suppose we should go through,” says Mishanna, her hands on her hips as she continues to study the swirling light of the portal.

  “Y-yes,” says Petr, glancing at his limp cock. “Before it c-c-comes back. Quickly.”

  “Right,” I say. “Thank you, Petr.” I stand on the lowest point of the boulder. I take Mishanna’s hand and say, “Good luck.”

  My heart feels like it’s in my throat. Why does that seem lik
e I am about to jump to my death?

  “It will be fine,” says the elf, squeezing my hand.

  “Promise?” I ask.

  “I promise,” she says and leaps off the portal, pulling me after her.

  For a moment, our bodies seem to press against the soft membrane. This snaps an instant later with a bright flare of light and we plunge into darkness as deep and black as any I have ever experienced. We are falling, I can feel that much in my tummy, but I can’t see a thing. The only way I know that Mishanna is even there is that she is tightly gripping my left hand. The roar of air rushing past us prevents any sort of verbal communication. It is hard to even tell how much time is passing. Maybe this was all a trick. Maybe there is only this fall into nothingness.

  No. There is something.

  I see faint red light beneath us. I can sense a tunnel’s exit, as if we are plunging down a shaft no wider than the fairy circle. This proves to be correct as we fall into a vast cavern lit by storms that flicker with red lightning behind leaden clouds. The terrain that stretches beneath us is uniquely uninviting. A mottled black plain riven by blood red streams, craters like wounds in a surface of blackened flesh oozing green and yellow liquid into bubbling calderas, and sparse foliage, as blackened as the earth, limbs draped with decaying fibers and trunks deformed with pustules.

  We crash into one of the red streams, plunging into the warm liquid and emerging gasping onto the shore. The stench of fresh blood clings to my body as I struggle out onto the rocks beside Mishanna. She spits and wipes her nose clean. I retch the coppery liquid from my mouth. An unpleasantly warm rain begins to wash the red from our skin.

  “Where are we?” I gasp.

  Mishanna is staring past me at something, her eyes wide and her expression struck with horror. I lift my head and see the expanse of this dismal landscape all around us. The plain is impossibly flat and even, disturbing in its resemblance to a floor of immense size. I feel I might see an endless horizon were it not so dark.

  “Gods help us,” I murmur.

  We are not alone. Gaunt figures as tall as mountains move ponderously in the distance, almost invisible against that black sky, but illuminated by flashes of red lightning. Lines of countless humanoids stretch into the maws of sinister temples that dot the landscape. Here and there, fissures in the plain each reveal a different horror: giant viscera, maggots as large as dogs, and gray mud that writhes as if thousands of bald humans have melted together like wax.

  Across the plain stands a city of brass, its burnished walls as high as any I have ever seen. Flames belch from the stacks of its factories and flying creatures swarm and circle its gilded minarets. A vast army is encamped at its distant gates. Overlooking the walls, as if glowering at the encamped army, is a massive citadel topped with a grotesque tower sculpted into the head of a snarling warthog. Flames dance in the massive windows of the sculpture’s eyes.

  “Do you know what this place is?” asks Mishanna.

  “Yes,” I reply.

  We are in the abyss.

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  Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend’s Dungeon (Level 7: Hellhounds, Erinyes, and Duke Porcus)

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  Index

  Trapped by the tricky gnome

  Blocked by the lonely troll

  Interlude at the mill

  The premature piper

  Mishanna drinks the potion pin-up

  Uncensored cover art

  Tell Mishanna to let the satyr fuck her ass

  “Neither of us can let him breed us,” I whisper to Mishanna. “So what does that leave?”

  She starts to tick off the possibilities on her fingers, but before she can fully verbalize the first one, I reach down and give her plump bottom a squeeze. She sucks in a surprised breath.

  “Your ass,” I say. “No man can resist this plush rear. By the abyss, you’re waving it in my face often enough that even I wish I had the male bits to enjoy it. Surely it can drain this satyr and finally satisfy him.”

  Her expression betrays that she doesn’t like the idea very much. But she bites back a rejoinder, purses her lips, and gives me a slight nod.

  “Very well, but I have one condition for you, Beatrix.” She leans her lips to my right ear and whispers, “You must prepare me to take his cock with your fingers and tongue.”

  “I…ah…alright,” I say, feeling my face grow hot and my heart beat a little faster. I suppose I knew that might be her request when I suggested this course of action. The idea is, well, it has a certain appeal to it.

  So that explains why moments later, she is on her knees on the boulder, her plump ass in the air, and the satyr is staring in wonder as I spread Mishanna’s elf buttocks and bury my face in her crack. I tongue the valley of her crack and rim the hot, velvety pucker of her arsehole. I moan almost as loud as Mishanna is moaning as I eat her shapely ass, lost for longer than I intended in the raunchy act of pleasuring her naughty knot.

  “Ohhhhh…oohhhhhh…you’re…y-y-you’re licking…oooOOOhhh!” Petr moans beside us and I feel a wet shower on my thigh. I lift my face from Mishanna’s rear and realize the satyr has cum all over my leg from simply watching me pleasure Mishanna. As I begin gently loosening her up with two fingers, I reach down and gather up some of his cum to use as lubrication. He starts moaning again and his cock starts twitching.

  “Save it,” I tell him.

  “Yes, save it,” croons Mishanna as I finger her tight arsehole. “I need you to ride atop my rear and bury your satyr cock in me.”

  “Y-yes, miss,” moans Petr.

  I slip my fingers from Mishanna’s cum-greased knot and scoot aside for the satyr to rise to his hooves and take his position behind Mishanna’s luscious bottom. I lean my face on her lower back and spread her plump cheeks, baring that glistening pucker to him.

  “Go on,” I purr. “Don’t hold back, Petr. She wants your cock in her ass.”

  “Ohhhhhh,” he groans, thrusting forward and skewering Mishanna’s elf arsehole with the accuracy of an expert spearman. His cock slides into her bottom down to his sheath and he lurches forward as if losing his balance. “AAahhhhh! Too good! OoooOOOOOOoohh!”

  His fingers dimple her plush rear as he cums inside her without even thrusting again. He leans into her, making these amusing whining sounds as if he is a whimpering pup. Finally, he begins to pull his cock back.

  “S-sorry, it felt too—”

  “Stop right there,” I say, gripping the root of his cock. “Put that back in. You are going to fuck her ass until you have drained your bollocks, young man. Do you understand?”

  “Ohhhhh, y-yes,” he moans. “Y-yes, I will do it.”

  He thrusts in again with a raunchy squelch, cum bubbling up around his cock as he slides back to the hilt in Mishanna’s delicate hole. This time, he manages to hold out long enough to begin fucking her ass properly.

  Mishanna’s dangling tits swing with each thrust and she moans with pleasure, “Yes! Ohhhh, no need to be gentle, Petr. I can…mmmmmm…take it.”

  By the gods, she looks to be telling the truth. The comely elf does not simply cling to the mossy boulder and take the satyr’s thrusts; she begins slamming her fat ass back against him, making it slap and wobble as it collides with his furry hips. She takes his cock with relative ease, driving him over the edge in moments. But she does not stop even as he is clearly cumming inside her again. She moans and tosses her dark hair, looking back over her shoulder at the satyr and at me with a devilish grin on her face.

  “Good boy,” she says. “Keep it up. Oh, yes, your cock feels wonderful. You want to empty every drop in my ass!”

  “E-e-every drop!” he agrees, nodding his head even as he has a pained expression on his face.

  It is lovely to watch the satyr plowing Mishanna’s beautiful backside and send her breasts swinging, but I want to help things along. I rise high on my knees, caressing Mishanna with one hand and Petr’s muscular chest with the other. He
glances over at me, as if just remembering I am still there. I make sure he remembers by planting a scorching kiss on his lips.

  “Mmmmmmm!” he moans against my lips. Judging by his sudden thrusts, my tongue in his mouth is enough to make him cum again in Mishanna’s plentiful posterior. I break the kiss as I slip a hand under Mishanna and between her shapely thighs. She coos with pleasure as I massage her clit.

  They are fucking and I am assisting them both, kissing Petr, tweaking his little nipples, and massaging Mishanna’s clit as he fucks her ass. They sing out in pleasure together, growing louder by the moment, building to an intense carnal crescendo. Petr suddenly breaks away from me, leaning hard into Mishanna’s ass as she cries with ecstasy of her own.

  “Ooohhhhh yes, fill me! Fill me!” She wails, thrusting her quivering ass back onto his cock.

  “Soooo gooood!” he howls, sounding almost like a beast as he pumps her pucker full of his satyr spunk. I can’t help but laugh at the intensity of their pleasure even as I continue to stroke Mishanna’s clit. He thrusts and thrusts until it seems as if he is about to burst a vessel. Finally, he slumps over Mishanna’s back, panting. His cock, softening at last, pops from her arsehole. Cum drains from her well-fucked hole onto the moss between her knees.

  “I can feel it,” croaks Petr.

  “Feel it?” Mishanna looks at him over her shoulder.

  She is answered by the sudden glow emanating from the ground surrounding the boulder. The earth inside the fairy circle has been replaced by liquid, like a brightly sunlit pond, but glowing from beneath its rippling surface. The fairy portal is opening.