Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder

by Amanda Clover

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  Encounter Sixteen - Surrender

  After everything you have faced, everything you have suffered in this nightmare dungeon, you cannot stand to face Madreg. He has destroyed your family and trapped your sisters. He has inflicted untold suffering upon the world. His cruelty and his power are equally unbounded. Looking upon his cruel smile, his gaunt face, yellow eyes, and demonic cock, the last of your hope erodes.

  "I yield," you say. "Whatever you want of me, I will do it willingly."

  It is cowardice, yes, but perhaps it will spare you some suffering. Madreg drifts closer and lowers himself nearly to the ground. He strokes your face with his inhumanly long fingers. You want to cringe away from his touch, from his gaze, but you force yourself to look into his eyes.

  "I expected more of a fight from you, Kirsten," he murmurs. "Some last, futile act of defiance that I would crush like an insect. I am disappointed, but I accept your gracious surrender."

  He tilts your chin up as he floats a few inches off the ground. His lips part and his long black tongue slithers out of his mouth and reaches down to your lips. You shudder in revulsion as Madreg drives his tongue into your mouth. The bitter slime makes you retch, but he holds your head in his hands and presses his lips to yours. You try to kiss him back. You try to give him what he wants.

  "Mmmmm!" His tongue slips out of your mouth and crawls over your cheek. "Delicious. I must taste you everywhere."

  He releases your head and you stagger back a step, dazed from the intensity of his monstrous kiss. Invisible hands begin to caress your body, stroking your hips and thighs, reaching up to your breasts and lifting beneath your arms. Invisible fingers pinch your nipples and stretch them out from your titflesh. Invisible fingers tickle against your quim and spread the cheeks of your ass.

  "W-what is happening to me?" you cry as this invisible multitude of hands lifts you gently into the air.

  Madreg growls with desire and lifts you high into the air above the altar. The hands spread your legs wide apart and he rises between them, stroking up your legs with his real hands and bringing his tongue to the juicy peach of your quim. That foul, black serpent slithers across your dewy folds and pushes inside you deep enough to taste the nectar that gathers at your entrance. You bite your lip and whine with pleasure as his tongue lashes your clit, sears your aching groove, and tastes the warm valley of your bottom.

  The mad wizard's tongue flicks your clitoris and slithers in slow licks over your clenched ass. His invisible hands press into the flesh of your breasts. You gasp and look down to see indentations appearing and moving as those spectral hands squeeze your plump mounds. Madreg clamps his mouth over your dripping cunt and sucks your juices. An invisible finger, wet with Madreg's saliva, screws into your ass and dilates your asshole.

  "Ohhhhhh!" you cry, jerking your hips and grinding your slippery quim onto Madreg's tongue.

  His invisible fingers spread the outer folds of your pink and the wizard sucks and licks mercilessly at your clit. His spectral digits fuck in and out of your ass and your shaking hips push you onto those thrusting fingers.

  "Godsss!" you wail as your pleasure mounts. The thrusting fingers are suddenly withdrawn from your ass and replaced a moment later by the squirming heat of Madreg's tongue. No! Impossible! He's licking both your quim and ass at the same time. You shake off the haze of ecstasy and look down.

  The cathedral echoes with your screams. Madreg's jaw has unhinged and his black, serpentine tongue has blossomed into a dozen or more, flicking your quim, curling up your inner thighs, and snaking around to your ass to lick and squeeze and push into you. Terror and pleasure unite. You feel as if you are being eaten alive by the mad wizard and yet that helplessness, that abject fear, only enhances the orgasm that explodes inside you.

  Shockwaves of ecstasy ripple out from the slurping violations of the mad wizard. His hot drool wets your legs and mingles with the sudden, gushing flow of your cum. You arch in midair, pushing against the unseen hands, curling your toes and thrusting your quim and ass against the viper's nest squirming from Madreg's mouth. The slick tentacles of tongues climb your body, wind around your breasts and flick at your nipples. One pushes into your mouth and you suck at it and fence with it as if you are kissing a lover.

  Your orgasm descends from unparalleled heights and you and Madreg drift down to the altar. His invisible hands and his tongues lower you on your back onto the stones. A loud slurping wetness accompanies the retreat of his tongues, emptying your shuddering body and squirming back into Madreg's mouth.

  You lift your head to see him kneel between your legs, his huge, demonic cock gripped at its base by one fist. He strokes it slowly and slaps it against the cum-slicked furrow of your sex. You moan with lust and open your legs a little wider.

  "You want this," he chuckles. "You recognize destiny when it is rubbing against your precious little cunt."

  "Mmmmmmmm," you moan and twist your hips to offer yourself fully to him. Your golden hair, heavy with sweat, spills over the altar around your head. Your breasts, glistening with Madreg's saliva, quiver from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

  His cock pushes at the entrance to your wet folds. It opens you and drives through the slim barrier of your maidenhead. The pain is slight, just a pinch and then the full heat of his cock is buried in your tender sex. He fills you with every inch, stretching you and opening you, his cum-filled bollocks dropping against your tender asshole. You and Madreg gasp in unison as your bodies lock together. He looks into your eyes, horrible and adoring, and begins to move the mighty piston of his cock inside you.

  The organ music and the chanting swells and buffets you. It is easy to let go of fear, to ignore the pain of your violation, and embrace the searing pleasure of this huge cock. There is no more resistance left in your body. No more anger. Only the pure, animal pleasure of being fucked. You know this wizard will breed you for some nefarious purpose and that only fills you with greater desire.

  You push back against him. You offer your cunt for the rigid pillar of his cock, sliding onto him and taking him to the hilt. He leans over you, holding your legs and hammering his cock into you. The pleasure is excruciating. It's as if there are tiny bristles of flesh covering his cock and massaging your inner walls. His cock reaches into your soul with each thrust. Deeper still, into the little girl you were before all this happened. It finds her. It finds her and it consumes her. It leaves a simple animal of lust behind, a thing to be fucked. A thing, a vessel, to receive the seed of a god.

  You wail with the agony of your need. Madreg's roar of pleasure shakes the foundations of the blasphemous cathedral. The organ music reaches its crescendo as you begin to spasm with orgasmic release. Madreg's cock swells, his huge stones tighten, and his thrusting, monstrous member begins to twitch. Molten cum floods your violated cunt, stuffing you and gushing out around the demonic cock. It's so hot, so powerful, it is burning you up inside. You arch, cumming around him, feeding his load deeper into your body. Smothering your womb in the seed of madness.

  You look into Madreg's yellow eyes as the magic of his cum begins to suffuse your body. The pleasure and pain are equal and exquisite as you are bred by the mad wizard's demon cock.

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  Encounter Fourteen - Swallow his load

  Your moans vibrate around his cock, rising to a pleading tone as you beg him with your eyes for his hot cum. Your mouth bobs faster on Olaf's straining cock. Your lips pop and slurp around him and you suck quite hard on his little gnome cockmeat.

  "Oh gods," pants Olaf. "Oh, Kirsten... I can't... I can't..."

  Your tongue curls beneath his shaft, a rippling velvet invitation for his cock to spew into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and tighten your lips as they glide over his bulging tip and back down to his root with every stroke. His white hair tickles your nose. The musty smell of his sweat only adds to your need to have his cum.

  "Aaaaahhhhhh!" cries Olaf, twisting and thrusting his hips as if he
is being tortured. His cock twitches between your lips and a thin spatter of cum fires inside your mouth, coating it with his salty flavor. You moan with your mouth full and an instant later he begins to pump out thick gushes of his seed.

  Each hot, gooey squirt arrives on your tongue and you gulp it down a moment later. Your bobbing motion slows, but your suction stays just as hard as the gnome holds your head with both of his hands and empties his bollocks down your gulping throat. You finally slip him from your lips, giving his cock a last few strokes with your hand as you run your tongue around and over his tip.

  "Oh, that was delicious," you moan.

  He laughs as you kiss and lick his cock. Despite your best efforts, it is already beginning to soften.

  "You have a real talent for that," says Olaf. "If I didn't know better, I would say you have fantasized about having your lips around a gnome."

  You giggle and give his balls a warm, slow cleaning with your teasing tongue.

  "You're just so sexy, Olaf," you say with a wink. "Thank you for making my gnome fantasies come true."

  You finally release his cock from your teasing hand. It falls limp against his thigh. You stand slowly, running your hands over your breasts and wiping up a few errant pearls of cum that spilled from your mouth. Olaf looks up at you with drunken affection. He pats the stone bench next to him.

  "Come up here and lets finish off the last of the brandy."

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  Encounter Thirteen - Finish Her With Your Hand

  The taste you've had of her precum is enough to make you want to gag yourself on Ashara's delicious cock. You want to ram it into your throat until you cannot breathe and you want to drown yourself on the sweet milk of her loins. Yet, it is this very desire that terrifies you. If running your tongue over her glistening cockhead could produce such lust, what might drinking her seed do to you?

  "My hand will have to suffice," you say, lifting your tongue from Ashara's cock. "I fear I may become too addicted to you otherwise."

  "Ahhhhh," she purrs as she watches your hand working over her demonic dickmeat. "Perhaps that is a wise decision. My cock is distressingly delicious."

  You giggle and begin to massage her bollocks and milk her intently with your hand. She fucks through your stroking fist, moaning louder and louder as you pleasure her with your hand. Though you are inexperienced, so far as wanking goes, the aphrodisiac effect of Ashara's scent drives your lusty strokes. You let her cock brush your breasts and squeeze her stones gently as they begin to tighten.

  Her precum flows freely, dripping over and beneath your fingers and all the way down to her bollocks. Ashara's purple tail curls over her hitching belly and between her breasts and she eagerly licks and sucks on the fleshy spade at the tip. She pinches and tweaks her nipples as she watches you milk her cock closer and closer to her orgasm. Her ass lifts from the cushions. Her purple cock curves towards her head.

  "Ohhhh, princess," she cries, arching and supporting her weight against her head and shoulders. "Make me cum. Make me spray my... ahhhh... spray my seed!"

  The beauty of her face as it contorts from the pleasure you are causing is a sweet reward. You moan and bounce beside her, jiggling your breasts as you wank her feverishly. Her cock is so deeply purple that you know she is about to explode. Her head jerks up suddenly and Ashara stares at her cock.

  "Point it towards me!" she cries. "I want to feel it all over my body!"

  You gently bend her cock as you stroke her, pointing that dark purple tip towards her face. The precum is dripping. Her bollocks are as tight as stones set against the root of her glorious cock.

  "Cum for me, Ashara," you gasp.

  "Aaahhhhhhhh!" she arches and thrusts her cock through your fist. Her huge, drooling tool pumps in your grasp and launches thick, milky, lavender-tinged streams of cum over Ashara's belly and breasts to collide with her face and open mouth.

  She sticks out her tongue, moaning and catching the spraying cum in her mouth. She swallows it as fast as it sprays out. What does not reach her mouth lashes her breasts and flat stomach in long whips, splattering over her. Her moaning intensifies as she gulps her own delicious cum and you feel a pang of jealousy that she gets so much of the sweet milk from her cock.

  You lean down as she finishes and lap the last few drops from her twitching tool. Even this small quantity is enough to make you dizzy with lust. You moan and recoil from her cock, letting it slip from your fingers as you scoot yourself away from Ashara.

  The succubus massages her cum into her skin, soaking it up like a lotion that makes her supple flesh look even more creamy and perfect. She licks her fingers clean and looks at you, lust burning in her eyes.

  "You are lucky I am almost immune to the, mmmm, effects of my seed. Otherwise I might hold you down and fuck you senseless, my sweet princess." There is an edge to her voice that makes you think she might still be considering doing exactly that. She beckons you with a finger, "Come here and give me a kiss."

  "I agreed to your plan," you counter, resisting every urge in your body telling you to do as she says. "You were going to show me the way out of here and give me some sort of ring."

  "Oh, yes, the ring." She rolls her eyes. "Very well. All business, aren't you, princess?"

  She crawls past you over to the canopy of the bed and she opens the scarlet curtain. You catch a last glimpse of her shapely bottom before she disappears beyond the canopy.

  "Are you coming?" she calls. "I simply must give you your ring."

  You slide off the bed to join her.

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  Encounter Six - Tell the orb you want pleasure

  After your difficult journey through Madreg's dungeon, a bit of honest pleasure sounds like a fair bargain.

  "I would like pleasure," you say to the orb.

  "Thank you. Engaging cooperative pleasure pattern."

  Tendrils drop from within it as it hovers closer, your face and bare breasts reflected in the curve of its surface. The quicksilver snakes of its limbs reach out and caress your chest, tracing the contours and tickling like cool water against your nipples. You giggle at the light touch. Little needles emerge from the tips of the tendrils and stick into your breasts just outside your areolas. The pain is minimal and you watch as a purple fluid empties from glass vials into your titflesh.

  "What's that?" you moan.

  "This injection will enlarge your breasts and trigger lactation," says the orb. "It will become quite pleasurable."

  The pain comes first, a sharp pang in your chest, and you almost try to break away from the orb. Of course, by then it has moved even closer and extended more tendrils, winding them gently around your neck, your arms and your legs. It is not restraining you, only wrapping you up and caressing you with its tendrils. Heat spreads through your breasts. It injects you twice more and your breasts begin to visibly swell. Your skin grows painfully taut and then seems to relax as some magic allows it to stretch to accommodate your quickly enlarging bust.

  Your nipples swell and stick straight out from your wider areolas. Your nipples grow to nearly the size of the first knuckle of your thumb. It stabs the injections in again. Your breasts and nipples swell another degree, your areolas expanding across them like a pinkish stain spreading on white cloth. The bigger they get, the more you want to touch them and you can no longer resist. You reach up and squeeze your huge chest, your fingers sinking into the tight orbs.

  Milk spurts out in several directions from each nipple. White droplets patter against the orb and moisten your thighs and drip upon your arms. It feels amazing, like a desperately needed wee, only even more pleasurable than that. More sexual. You squeeze them harder as they continue to grow, bulging between your fingers. The milk spray thickens and even when you release it continues to trickle down your nipples in silky white rivulets.

  "Activating clitoral and anal stimulators," says the orb.

  You realize you are being lifted out of the pit and into the air almost as an afterthought. Y
ou are too fascinated by the sight and sensation of your newly-massive and milk-gushing tits. You heft a nipple to your mouth and suck greedily, letting the sweet cream slide down your throat. It's so delicious!

  You are sucking at the other nipple when you hear a whirr of vibration and feel something egg-shaped pressing against your sex. It is not trying to enter you. Instead, it presses firmly against your little button of pleasure and its vibrations travel into you like a hot, fleshy tuning fork. You gasp around your own breast and it falls from your mouth and bounces back into place, flinging milk into the darkness below you as you are carried into the air.

  Another vibrating egg wriggles between the cheeks of your ass and presses firmly into the divot of your anus. Your eyes widen and you let out a wordless cry of pleasure as it wriggles into your pucker and vibrates you from within. The pleasure seems impossible to exceed, but then you hear the fateful words that damn you to a life of humiliating ecstasy.

  "Engage milking," says the orb.

  Twin tendrils rise from within it, each tipped with a glistening translucent flower that opens up and forms a sticky cup shape. These cups press against your huge breasts, capturing your nipples and areolas and sucking your titflesh into an embrace. The first pump of pressure seals them tight against you. The second coaxes a powerful pleasurable gush from each nipple. Your first of many orgasms hits you a moment later. You convulse against the vibrating eggs, your pleasure divided evenly between clit, anus and your two spurting nipples.

  "Gods!" you cry. "Milk me!"

  "Affirmative. Increasing milk production."

  Two more injections pierce the flesh of your breasts and the sucking pressure of the cups increases by another degree. The pleasure is maddening. Quite literally, it is driving you mad. Your tongue hangs from your open mouth and your eyes roll back in your head.