The lewd little man grabs your cheeks in a hug that pushes his faces firmly against your bottom. With his tongue prodding devilishly at your pink divot and your fingers working at your throbbing bud, you begin to roll your hips and fuck against him. You bite your lip to stay silent, but whimpers and whines of pleasure escape you regardless.
"Olafffff," you moan. "Oh, gods, your tongue is pushing inside my ass!"
His tongue succeeds in overcoming the clench of your hole and begins to dart and delve into your hot tunnel. He moans and you suspect he is stroking himself as he removes one of his hands from your ass. You're too lost in pleasure to really care what he is doing. Your orgasm is multi-sensory in the very best way. The hot pleasure of your clit radiates to your squeezing asshole and back to your nipples, rubbing with each bounce against the smooth stone of the bench.
"I'm cumming!" you gasp. "Ohhhhh!!"
You rock back against Olaf's face, wildly rubbing your clit as you rub your ass against the gnome. He lets out muffled sounds of pleasure and gets your hot hole very wet with his spit. As your orgasm recedes, Olaf slips his tongue from your ass and gives your jiggling cheeks a loud kiss.
"Turn over," he says, his voice irresistibly commanding. You turn onto your back and he says, "Grab your legs and pull them up. Show me your sweet pink hole."
"Like this?" you ask, holding your legs behind your knees and bending your thighs back to expose the spit-wet pucker of your anus.
"Just like that," says Olaf and you see he is stroking the thumb-sized red flesh of his straining cock. He moves closer, kneeling on the stone and let his cockhead press against your anus. You take a deep breath and the gnome slides his cock into your well-lubed hole. It is a bit uncomfortable, his cock being much larger than his tongue, but the discomfort is soon gone as he strokes your clit with one hand and continues to work his cock in and out of your ass.
"Gods of stone, you are tight," he pants, fucking into your ass hard enough to make your tits sway.
"I should hope so," you gasp. "Before today I could not even imagined a gnome sticking his cock up my bottom."
"Ha ha, well, I hope... ohhh... this is expanding your... horizons."
Your feet bounce above you as Olaf sets a steady rhythm working his cock in and out of your stretched hole. His breathing becomes labored. His eyes closes and then snap open again to enjoy the sight of you stretched out beneath him. You give his cock a squeeze with the muscles of your ass and he lets out a long groan.
"I won't last much longer you keep doing that."
"Cum for me then, Olaf," you gasp. "Fill my ass with your seed."
You feel like a proper whore saying such things to the grunting gnome, but you cannot deny the pleasure of the moment. You relish your lewd words and raise your head to watch his cock slipping in and out.
"Ahhhhhh, my lovely Kirsten! I cannot stand it!"
"Do it!" you cry. "Cum in my ass, Olaf!"
Hardly a moment passes before his cock throbs inside your ass and you feel the pulsing warmth of his cum spurting deep inside you. With each stroke of his cock you give him a little squeeze with your inner muscles. You keep working your fingers on your clit and propel yourself to the brink as he finishes spewing his spunk up your ass. He rest on his knees, catching his breath, his cock slowly going soft in your cum-stuffed bottom while you finger yourself to an arching, gasping orgasm.
When it's all done, he pulls his cock loose with a slurp and you feel his cum dripping out of you and onto the bench. The soft touch of his kerchief cleans your hole, but leaves you filled with the pleasant weight of his cum.
"I needed that," admits Olaf, sitting on the bench beside you. Your finger teases circles around the sweaty crown of his head. He scoops up the brandy bottle and takes a swig. "I know you must go, sooner rather than late, but at least finish this brandy with me."
"Of course," you say, taking the bottle and gulping down a belly-warming quantity. "I have time to enjoy your company."
CONTINUE >
Encounter Two - Stand and Fight
You decide that running like a coward from cockroaches is not befitting a Sungbaard. As long as you have a sword and a heartbeat, you resolve, you will fight back against these scuttling beasts.
The airborne scarabs strike first. They dive at you in pairs, their stingers curled beneath their bodies and their red eyes fixed on your face. You hack at the first and second that attack, knocking them both to the ground and finishing one with your sword and the other with the heel of your foot. A third scarab swoops from the darkness. You drive the point of your sword into its head. Its stinger whips forward on reflex and drives into your other arm. You yowl in pain and pull it out.
The next scarab scuttles in on the ground, avoids your slowing swing and darts in to sting the meat of your thigh. By the time you bring your sword around, it clangs harmlessly against the stone. Another scarab, buzzing angrily, swoops at your face from the darkness.
You bring up your sword too slowly. The insect latches onto your head with its claws, knocking you back as the tapered tip of its stinger pushes into your mouth. You howl in shock, dropping your sword and torch and falling to the ground as you try, weakly to pry the creature from your face. It violates your throat with its throbbing appendage, gagging you, slicking your gullet with a squirt of some foul liquid.
You feel your will to fight being sapped. Your urges, your lust, growing unexpectedly. Your hands, prying at the creature on your face, instead begin to caress its smooth carapace. The scarab cock thrusting into your throat twitches and you feel waves of its cum spurting into your belly. You feel the fullness of its liquid pleasure and suck shamefully on its twitching appendage.
A sudden burst of your willpower returns. You find the strength and tear the creature from your head, sputtering and spitting out the foul, yellow-white cum that fills your mouth and drools onto your breasts. The scarab scuttles away into the darkness. You pull yourself onto your knees and are knocked forward. The weight of a scarab curls over your loincloth, shredding the fabric with its claws as it latches to your round bottom, your hips and your thighs.
The probing tip of its cock finds your virginal quim. You wail in despair as it drives into you, piercing your maidenhead and claiming your innocence with its inhuman cock. It thrusts deeper, filling you and stretching you, tightening its hold and clicking its mandibles. Your revulsion is overcome by your envenomed lust. You push back, taking it deeper and feeling that tip pushing past your cervix and opening the way to your womb.
"Gods, save me," you moan, but your orgasm arrives with the throbbing push of the scarab's cock.
You pant with pleasure, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open in a mad smile as it fucks dozens of eggs into your fertile womb. A moment later, the twitching insect cock spews waves of its semen into your womb, completing the shackle of the spell around your mind. You are bred and in the breeding you are forever mated to the scarabs.
When it withdraws its cock it is replaced with another. The scarabs swarm around you, waiting their turn, some so impatient they would rather mount your ass and your mouth and spend their seed inside you without breeding you. Their cum washes away your worries. Their eggs distend your belly with their numbers. Your holes, once virginal, are left gaping and leaking the frothy spunk of the scarabs. It spreads in a pool around you and decorates your body.
At last, they decide they have finished with you and they drag you to a secluded spot in the cave and begin extruding a brown jelly that they use to bind you to the floor of the cave. It's clear they intend for you to remain with them as the host to their young and you're all too willing to oblige, whatever that will mean for you.
CONTINUE >
Special Encounter - Let him have his way with you
Vardak's fingers continues to stroke at your mound and he looks at you with his bulging, bloodshot eyes. You seize hold of his wrist, your breath and pulse quickening. You looking into those piteous eyes and at his trembling lips.
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There is no more fight in you. Your fingers fall away from his wrist and his ugly mouth curls into a smile.
"Yes, that's right. Good, warm pretty. Daddy will make it feel good."
You sink back onto the bones. Your gorge rises at the scent of his breath and the violation of his fingers, now wriggling into the loincloth and pressing at your downy groove. He pets it and slips his fingers along your velvet folds. His rough thumb raises your clit from its hood and you stifle a cry of pleasure.
"Ohhhh, my sweet daughter," he coos in a lunatic voice. "Your little soft place is all warm and wet for daddy."
The way he is talking curdles your stomach. His free hand roughly grasps your breast and he begins to kiss the other, smacking his lips and spilling slobber over your nipple and areola. The slug of his tongue swirls around your tender bud and he sucks your hard nipple into his mouth. His fingers thrust against your slit and begin to worm there way inside you.
"Gods," you moan, unable to even solicit them for help.
Vardak amuses himself with your breasts, covering them in his stinking, slippery spit and red marks from the bruising suction of his mouth. Your glistening nipples stand at full attention by the time he is done and your slit is practically begging for his fingers.
"Pretty daughter," grunts Vardak. "Time for cock. You need white of my jam inside you."
You lie stunned and helpless as the old hunchback spreads your thighs wide and presses the fat tip of his swollen cock to your slit. It is covered in scars and seems unhealthily pale in some spots and red almost to purple around the bulbous cap. A yellow fluid drips from his slit and you moan incoherently as he rubs this foul slime along your tender folds.
You shut your eyes and try to imagine another place where you were happy and warm. Instead, closing your eyes only allows you to focus on the sensations more clearly as Vardak's scarred fuckrod pushes past your velvet lips and begins to stretch you open. You feel every ridge and smooth lump of scar tissue as he thrusts into you, opening you and violating your maidenhead. The pain knifes through you and you cry out.
"That's good daughter? You like? Yessss...warm and pretty." Vardak falls heavily atop you, holding your hips with both hands and running his filthy tongue around your neck as he thrusts deep into you. The deformed monster of his cock pushes to your cervix and retreats, the bulging tip dragging over your sensitive inner walls.
The mad old hunchback reads your shudders of disgust as more pleasure and he begins laughing and sucking at your slender neck. His cock sloshes in and out of your sex and his balls, heavy with cum, slap against your ass. When he pushes deep, they fit snugly against your clenching anus.
Despite the horror of the situation, your body responds to his touch. Your nipples ache as they rub against his pale chest and you feel tremors of pleasure beginning in the depths of your sex. His matted hair rubs against your clit and your juices flow and slurp around the hot, fleshy piston of his cock.
You know it is an ignominious ending to simply lie helpless while this feeble old freak ravishes your body, but your strength and willpower have finally reached their end. You begin to gasp with pleasure, tears falling from your eyes at your own body's betrayal.
"Ohhhh, warm daughter," groans Vardak. "Pretty, warm daughter. Daddy is...ahh...going to spill his seed. Deep. Deep. You want deep."
The old hunchback's cock swells inside you. His strokes become slower and more powerful. You keep your eyes shut tight as if you can shut out the reality that your own climax is fast approaching. His stones have pulled tight against his root and barely tickle your ass.
"Nnnnnnaaahhh!" cries the old man, exhaling his rancid breath in your face as he arches and thrusts into you.
His cock throbs and you let out a cry of horror as the first gush of his seed fills your virgin depths. He twitches again, releasing another pump of his foul fuckload against your cervix. By then, Madreg's magic has already overpowered your mind.
Love and pleasure well inside you for the debased old man. You open your eyes and lean up to kiss his scabby shin and embrace him. Your thighs close around his hips as you pull him deeper and the hot waves of your orgasm ripple against the spurting steel of his cock.
"Yessss," you gasp. "Yes! Daddy, yes! Fill me with your cum!"
Vardak lets out a high pitched giggle and churns his spewing spunkload into your clutching walls. Every throb of his pumping prick is another wave of ecstasy through your body. You love him. You adore him. And you never want to be apart from him again.
Eventually, the pleasure must end, and as your orgasm recedes his softening cock slurps from your cream-stuffed cunt. You moan with desire as his frothy load dribbles out of you. You shower his ugly face with kisses.
"Again, daddy?" you moan, rubbing at his cock.
"Later," growls Vardak. "Now must take you to meet master. We both serve him good."
"Yes, daddy, whatever you want. I belong to you."
You do not bother to dress. You discard your loincloth and let Vardak's cum leak down your thighs. You take the old hunchback's hand as he leads you down from the bone mountain and to your future in a darkened tunnel.
CONTINUE >
Bad Ending - Mated to the Orc
It isn't long before you and the orc called Lobok are rutting again. Your ass is raised high, your breasts and face upon the cool stones of the labyrinth as you beg for his furious thrusts into the hot quench of your pussy. He smacks his hand against your bottom, works his cock in and out, and fills you with another hot flood of his seed.
You rest, recover and repeat the process. You straddle the orc. You share his kiss as you work your hips and thrust yourself down onto his cock. His rough hands cradle your round bottom. He slams his cock into you, driving you to the heights of a wailing orgasm before pumping you full once again. Laughing, you collapse into his arms, savoring his beastly kiss, your heart filled with nothing but simple adoration.
In his arms, you find comfort and sleep. When you awaken, you are no longer in the maze, but beneath a gray sky in a mountain village of orcs. Lobok takes you to his hut and tells you that what he has is yours and you will be the mother to his children. You are grateful to him and show your happiness with your loving caress and the tender sucking of your mouth on his mighty orc cock.
Your life as a princess is forgotten. Your dreams and aspirations no longer matter. All that you care about is satisfying Lobok and giving him healthy litters of half-orc pups. When the orc is not out hunting or raiding, he is at home, rutting with you again and again until your belly is full with his pups.
The orc village is your home. You grow fat with your first litter and your breasts begin to swell with milk. You serve your mate, you mend his clothes and cook his meals and when he demands it, you are there to give him your body.
At last, when you first litter of three males and two females is born, a strange man appears in your village. He is very tall and thin with a cruel face. He speaks as if you should remember him, but you have little recollection of your life before being Lobok's mate. This outsider cradles one of your pups. One of the males.
"This one I will take to fulfill our agreement, Lobok," says the man.
"No!" you cry. "My child!"
"Do not fret, princess," says the stranger. "Orcs are very fertile. I'm sure Lobok will soon give you another fertilizing load."
"Yes, be silent!" commands Lobok and you bite your tongue.
As you watch this strange man disappear in a flash of magic, you wonder why he wanted your firstborn son. Lobok unties his loincloth and reminds you that your duty is on your knees before the orc. With hot orc cockmeat between your lips once more, you forget your worries. One thing is certain, your adventure is at its end. You have been bred by the orc.
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Encounter Fourteen - Offer up your ass
You need to be fucked and you can't wait any longer. You don't dare risk letting Olaf claim your maidenhead, but there are other ways you can get something c
lose to what you need. With passion blazing in your eyes, you turn and lower your breasts to the fire-warmed stone of the cave. The kiln crackles not far from your face. Your ass and dripping pussy are raised behind you, presented to the horny gnome.
"Fuck my ass," you moan and reach back to spread your round buttocks, further exposing your pink clench. "I need it in my ass, pleaaaase."
You wiggle your cheeks from side to side. Thankfully, Olaf is all too happy to assist you in your moment of extreme need. He drags a water bucket behind you and hops up onto it with a thump of his boots. You look at him over your shoulder as he takes his swollen cock in his hands and begins to rub it against your bottom and into the crack of your ass.
"Are you sure, love?" Slurs the drunk gnome as he gently strokes his cockhead against your tender anus.
"Please," you hiss. "I need it."
The precum-slicked head of Olaf's cock presses more firmly against your pucker. The pressure builds as he pushes, harder and harder, the pressure growing into a pain until finally his fat cockhead overcomes the clench of your muscles and pops into your ass. You and Olaf share a groan as he presses his cock deeper, his hairy bollocks against your slick channel.
Your ass seems huge with the small gnome standing behind it. You've always had a shapely bottom but never imagined it would be plundered by a three-foot-tall man standing on a bucket. Your amusement turns to a shriek of delight as he begins spanking your bottom with each thrust. His modest cock seems huge in your tight hole and you can't help but stroke your clit with your fingers as Olaf takes you from behind.
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