You are lowered onto a cock-hook that will support your lower body in your milking station. It pierces your maidenhead and you barely notice, you only revel in the new sensation of being fucked. You hardly see the drow beside you, bent forward and being milked, or the redhead to your other side, slurping something from a larger golden orb's appendage as she is also milked.
All around you and even above you are rows of women, impaled on cocks and being suspended beneath milking orbs. Their bodies, like your own, given over to being dairy cows for Madreg's army.
Of course, for the moment, you are too lost in pleasure to even care.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fourteen - Take his cum on your face
You smooth your blond hair back from your face and give Olaf's straining cock a few more sucking bobs of your lips. You can sense his moment is very close and you take him right to the edge. His spit-soaked balls are pulled up tight against his root. He squirms on the bench and actually thrusts his cock into your mouth.
"Ohhh love, I am surely about to spill my seed," he gasps.
You pop him from your lips. You turn your face to him as you spread your knees apart, sliding much lower and positioning your face under Olaf's beet-red cock. You extend your tongue and rest the underside of his cock against it as your hand strokes him.
"I'll make a mess of you," he warns, his entire body trembling.
"That's the idea," you giggle. "I want your hot seed all over my face, Olaf. Cover me in your cum."
Olaf loudly sucks in a breath and for a moment the only sound is the soft stroke of your hand on his wet flesh and the lights slap of his cock against your outstretched tongue. He lets out a long, low groan. You think you might hear the name of one of the old underground gods.
His cock jerks in your grasp and fires a grapeshot of pearly drops onto your tongue, into your mouth and all over your upturned face. A moment later he begins to lash your face from hair to chin with long, thick, hot ropes of gooey cum. It splashes salty down your tongue and into your mouth. It glues an eyelid shut and dangles from your nose in a jiggling rope.
"Ohhhh yeah," you laugh, your tongue still sticking out. You work your hand on his cock, pressing his glans to your tongue and letting the last gentle pulses of gnome spunk drain directly into your mouth. You finally close your lips around him and give him a hard suck.
"Gods, I've truly painted your pretty face," laughs Olaf.
You pop him from your mouth and look up at him, one-eyed thanks to the cum covering your shut eye.
"I may need something clean up with," you say.
He gamely provides his greasy rag from the pocket of his coveralls. By the time you've wiped the spunk from your face it is completely useless. He takes it gingerly and sets it aside.
"Thought you were going to suck my soul out through my cock," he laughs, settling back onto the bench with his cock flaccid and curled on his thigh.
"And I thought I was going to drown." You slide up onto the bench beside him. "Give me that brandy."
"I enjoyed that, love, truly," says Olaf.
"It's nice to be able to do something because I want to do it, instead of being made to do it." You give him a kiss on his scruffy cheek. "Thank you."
"Thank me? Thank you!" He squeezes your thigh. "Now give me that bottle. We've got some brandy to polish off."
CONTINUE >
Encounter Four - Magic
There is no way you can best a brute like this huge ogre with your sword. You reason it better to keep your blade in its sheath and rely on what your instructor Oriodamus taught you about the arcane arts. Bigger foes require bigger spells. The most powerful attack spell you know isn't even lethal. Oriodamus even cast a stun sphere on you so that you knew what it felt like as your muscles locked up and you collapsed to the ground. It should be powerful enough to even drop this huge, tattooed brute.
As the ogre thunders closer, you raise your hand and extend your fingers. You recall the words and white energy crackles from your fingers, forming the glowing sphere of the spell. Your hurl it at the charging ogre with a last yelled power word.
The glowing sphere hurtles through the air and bursts against the ogre's chest. He recoils as white bolts crackle out from the ruptured sphere and stab at his arms, legs and torso. Each bolt seems to strike one of the ogre's strange tattoos. Each tattoo glows when struck and the bolt of your magic dissipates.
The light fades and the ogre is still standing.
"I am mage hunter!" he roars. "And you are mage!"
"Noooo!" you cry as the ogre crosses the last few steps to you and seizes you in his huge, rough hands. The unwashed stink of him fills your nostrils. He tears your loincloth away with one hand and exposes the delicate flower of your chastity. His nostrils flare again. Ignoring your kicking legs, he lifts you to his face and inhales the scent of your quim and ass.
"Fresssssh! Good human girl. You wait for ogre cock."
He flings you almost effortlessly against one of the stone walls and the air is knocked out of you. As you slide down to the floor, he grabs your wrists in one huge hand and yanks you onto your back.
"Please," you gasp, finding your breath. "Please! No!"
Of course, it is too late. The villainous brute gives you a lecherous smile that exposes his savage maw. His huge, knobby cock is already in hand, stiff and big as your forearm with a silver ring piercing the tip. You feel that ring against your virgin cove. You kick and try to resist him, but he is much stronger than you.
"No worry, pretty human. You love ogre cock soon."
You manage a final, "No!" as the beast's huge phallus invades your virgin quim. Your delicate velvet folds are stretched wide and you wail in agony as the blunt apple head of the ogre's cock punches past your hymen.
He is not gentle at all, rutting his cock into your cervix and pushing so your womb is bent against his weight. You are not just violated by his cock, you are possessed by it. A limp, mewling puppet at the end of his throbbing cock. Your belly bulges with each stroke. Your eyes roll back as your mind dissolves to madness to escape the screaming pain.
Slowly, the ogre's precum and your own juices begin to slick your crammed channel. The pain recedes. You are able to breathe again. You look up at the grunting ogre and you almost feel pleasure. His savage, stinking body presses down onto you. His cock drives in and out of your straining slit. Each mighty stroke of the ogre's cock steels the breath you are taking and makes your breasts heave wildly on your chest.
"Awwww so tight!" growls the ogre through his clenched teeth. "Make Torgo cum!"
The ogre suddenly stops moving, his cock buried deep inside you, and it bursts in a hot floor of foul-smelling spunk that immediately overflows your cunt and spurts out onto the floor. Cream-thick ogre spunk gushes against your inner walls and pours into your womb. His goo drenches your thighs and pours down your clenching asshole in sloppy streams. By the time he has finished, you are lying in a puddle of his warm cock milk.
"Good human," he pants. "Good pretty human. You like ogre cum?"
"Yes!"
The word comes out unbidden. Your mind is undone by Madreg's magic. Your fertile body has been inseminated and the ogre, now your mate, seems to be your greatest love in life. Though your body aches, your cunt still overflows, you sit up and put your arms around Torgo's huge neck and kiss his foul lips.
CONTINUE >
Special Encounter - Madness! You want his seed!
"Daughter? Daughter?"
You moan the word as Vardak's fingers drive against your slit and his slobbery kiss falls upon your shoulder. It makes so much sense when you say it. Yes. That's it. You are Vardak's daughter. How was it you did not recognize your own father until now?
"Sweet...sweet daughter. My girl. Daddy must, ohhh, daddy must plant his seed."
"Yes," you moan, letting your head fall back as Vardak's lips caress your breasts and his tongue laps at your straining nipple.
You pull his face against your breasts and
work your hips as his fingers push inside you. There is a sharp pinch that you distantly realize is your maidenhead breaking under his touch. It hardly hurts, just a pang and then a burning that recedes into the hot pleasure of daddy's caress. Vardak's fingers pump in and out of your slit and he makes you cum, hard, as he sucks at your nipples.
"Ohhhhh yes!" you cry as those waves of bliss radiate out from your throbbing clit. "Yes, daddy! You're so good to me!"
You jerk your hips and fuck against his fingers. When he lifts his head from your breasts you kiss him hungrily, thrusting your tongue into his mouth and savoring the rancid taste of his lips. Your orgasm is only heightened by the vileness of him, as if your appreciation of the senses has been inverted in the throes of your insanity.
"Oh, daddy," you pant, your breasts and spit-glistening nipples heaving with your deep breaths. "I want to ride your fat cock. Please. Lie back."
You give him one last big kiss on his cracked lips and then push him back onto the bone pile. Loose bones rattle down as your weight shifts and you pull his robe completely away from his pale, scab-covered body. You ignore the bruises and scars and grasp the root of his ghastly cock. You straddle his skinny thighs and lean down to nestle his hardness between your breasts, squeeze it tight and lap at the bulging head as if it is a sweet.
"Ohhhhhh my little one," groans Vardak. "Your bosom so soft. Your tongue so mischievous. Suckle at papa's loins."
"Yes, daddy," you giggle and wrap your plump lips around his cock.
He moans and squirms beneath as you suck at him, your chin buried in the soft mounds of your breasts as your spit floods your mouth and your tongue swirls around his uneven ridges. You bounce your tits around him and push more of his cock into your mouth. Oh, to sip more of that hot nectar of his loins, but you have greater needs. You give him a few more lashes of your tongue and a long, hard suck and then you pop your lips free. He lifts his head as if worried that you are going to stop.
"Relax, daddy," you giggle. "Wait until you feel my little quim swallowing your cock."
"Oh, sweet, beloved daughter. You are too kind to you old father."
He props his head up on some animals ribcage so he can better watch as you release his cock from between your breasts and crawl up to straddle his hips. You hold his cock and rise high on your knees, pressing him between your thighs and teasing his spit-damp tip against your juicy groove. You are so wet that little honey-colored drips fall from the swollen velvet of your cunt lips.
"Ohhhh daddy," you coo. "It's so big. I don't know if it will fit."
He strokes your hips and watches with bug-eyed anticipation as you swing your hips like a harlot and rub your folds over his cock until your honey is oozing down his shaft. You can take no more teasing. You lower your hot cauldron onto his hardness, slowly impaling your virgin cunt onto his hard pillar. Inch by inch you fill yourself with his throbbing meat, dropping lower and lower until your ass is against his scrawny thighs and his cock is stretching your tender cervix.
"Ohhhh, gods, it's huge," you cry with pleasure and lean forward over him, resting your hands on his pocked chest and letting your golden hair hang in his face.
Vardak wheezes and gasps and for a moment you think he is going to die from the hot, forbidden pleasure of your cunt squeezing around his cock. Instead he lurches and thrusts and lifts you on his cock. His hands reach around to your plump bottom and his bony fingers squeeze into the soft flesh of your cheeks.
"Oh, yes, daddy," you moan. "Your cock is incredible."
You move atop him like a harlot, like a well-used whore you've only read about in books. Your hips swing and your breasts bounce and jiggle as you ride that hot, hard cockmeat buried in your cunt. Your daddy is so good to you. He saves his cock for you and you save your maidenhead for him. So strange that you would find him here, climbing around these bones, but all that matters is that you are together again. Joined in the sweet, hot embrace, flesh colliding with flesh and making the sweet aroma of sex.
You cum atop Vardak's hard cock, your head thrown back and your wild eyes staring into the darkness. Your clutching cunt proves too much for the old madmen. He practically bucks you off his thrusting hips as he spurts deep into your hot cum gutter. His steaming seed bastes your cervix and his rancid spew finds your womb.
Nothing changes. Your love for him was already insane and total. Now it only burns a speck brighter as you know that he has filled you with his seed and made you his mate.
"Ohhh, yesss, daddy!" you cry. "My cunt is thirsty for every drop."
You squeeze and squeeze with your fluttering muscles until you have milked out every drop of his cum. As he slurps free you fall atop him, stroking your cum-stuffed cunt with one hand and licking and sucking at his flaccid cock with the other.
"Enough, my sweet daughter," groans Vardak, pushing your mouth away. "We must go and meet master now. He very happy to meet my daughter."
"Yes, daddy," you say. "I belong to you."
You take his hand and walk with the limping old lunatic down the hill of bones. The blue light atop his staff shows the way into the darkened tunnel beyond.
CONTINUE >
Band Ending - Mated by the Mindsucker
You rest your hand on your round belly as you enter the laboratory. You can feel your little wrigglers stirring inside and wonder, once again, just how many of them fill your womb. You think six, but Xinophus has told you that a human can birth as many as twenty. He has described them for you as tiny and soft and needing to rest most of them time in water. You know you will love them, just as you love Xinophus.
His laboratory is strewn with books from the library and his alchemical equipment is bubbling and steaming with various concoctions. His latest assistant is standing next to him. She is a slight girl called Lyrica. She has dark, stringy hair and dark eyes. He likes her for her quick fingers and good sight. You are fairly certain he likes her for her accommodating ass as well. You have no room for jealousy in your heart, not when you know the pure love of your mate and how this girl will soon end.
You walk over to the glass cylinder containing your sister. Camilla is fair haired and beautiful. She floats nude in the amber-colored liquid, her features distorted by the fluid and the curvature of the glass. You wonder if she is dreaming. You press your fingertips against the cool glass, as if you might somehow communicate to Camilla in her sleep.
"Imagine my surprise," says Xinophus, gliding up behind you and placing one of his warm hands on your shoulder, "when the beautiful princess, mother of my brood, has a sister already in one of my vials."
"Will you wake her?" you ask hopefully.
"When the time is right," says Xinophus, sliding his hand over your fat belly.
"What about her?" you ask, looking past him where Lyrica continues her labors.
"You know what will happen to Lyrica when the time comes, why do you wish for me to say?"
You take his hands and hold them against your breast.
"Do you feel my blood beating through my veins? That same blood is shared by our children and by the woman who sleeps in your vial. Will Camilla be another assistant? Like Lyrica? Or like me, my love?"
His tentacles ripple in a pattern you have come to discern as a comforting smile.
"When our children are born, I will awaken her and she will be to me as you are."
"Exactly as I am?" you ask, sliding your hand down past his belly and squeezing cocks.
Now his tentacles ripple in a colder smile. One meant to chasten you.
"Yes, princess, exactly as you are." He leans closer, clicking with lust in your ear. "I will have you both. I will give you both my children. Two princesses. What do you say to that?"
You embrace him and thrust your body against his.
"Yes, my love," you cry. "Both of us, together, forever."
As you and Xinophus retire to his bed, to share in the pleasure of your flesh, Lyrica continues to work, completely unaware of her fate. In the throes of pleasure with you
r inhuman lover, it is easy to forget that you may share Lyrica's ultimate fate. Just as easy as it is to forget that your adventure is at an end.
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Encounter Six - Surrender
You do not know what this magic orb could be, but you feel as if it is less menacing than most of the creatures you have encountered. More pressing is that you have no idea of how to fight it.
"I yield," you say, drawing your sword and tossing it away with a clatter.
"Thank you for your understanding," says the cool voice of the orb. It floats lower and two metal tendrils extend seamlessly from its quicksilver surface. At the end of each tendril is a needle and a bead of purple liquid. "Please relax. This will not hurt."
"What won't?" you protest, taking a step back.
The needle tipped tendrils shoot out and stab into your breasts. The sharp pinch of them does hurt, but it is only momentary. They inject the purple liquid into your breasts and withdraw back into the sphere as a strange heat suffuses the softness of your bosom. Your breathing grows heavier and your heart drums in your ears. You feel the warmth spreading and growing hotter and hotter, until you realize your breasts are beginning to swell. As your tits seems to inflate, your nipples stretch and become fatter.
"What is happening to me?" you gasp.
"You are being prepared for lactation. Please remain calm and enjoy the experience."
The orb floats lower until it is hovering right in front of your face. You can see your flushed reflection distorted by the curve of the sphere. You are afraid, but you fight the urge to run. You have given yourself up to this strange magic orb. You have no choice but to see this process through.
Two new tendrils drop from the underside of the orb. These are thicker and end in a sticky clear flower that opens with a soft rasp of its jelly-like petals. These tendrils rise and the opened flowers wrap onto the flesh of your swelling breasts. They expand and tighten until your titflesh is swallowed up inside the clear bells of these strange flowers. Your swollen nipples rub against the inner lining.
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