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

by Amanda Clover

  "I sow seed!" snarls Reemek. "Tight human pussy... aaaArrrrg! Too good!"

  His cock throbs inside your clenching tunnel and you are rocked by a new wave of pleasure as his hot cum bursts inside you. Gushes of his potent seed wash against your inner walls. For a moment, with your inner walls awash in the orc's hot cum, you imagine that the magic might not work. It might not be true. And then, through unknowable sorcery, the orc's sperm finds your egg and in a flash all doubt is eliminated from your mind.

  "Yes, my love!" you cry as a storm of pleasure crashes down upon you. "Yes! Fill me with your seed! Give me your cum!"

  Reemek howls with pleasure and laughter, his cock still gushing into your depths until his seed is overflowing your pussy. You want it to go on forever, your orgasm seemingly triggered by your beloved Reemek's release. All too soon, he grunts and pulls his cock from your creamed channel with a lewd slurp and a warm, silky drool of spunk from your quim.

  "Master, please," you say, desperate for more. "I need your cock."

  "No!" Reemek shoves you away. "You want please me? You please other orcs."

  "Others?" You run your hand through your mussed hair as five orcs close in around you. "I don't want to be with them, master. Only you!"

  Reemek jabs a clawed finger at you and shouts, "You never be with me unless you please others!"

  He steps back, making way for the others. You mutter a soft, "Yes, master," as you know you must do your best to pleasure these disgusting orc brethren of Reemek. They shed their loincloths and expose their fat, warty cocks. You nearly gag at the foul musk of one as it wags its fat hose before your face. You grip its cock and guide it to your mouth, sucking as best you can.

  They fall upon you like vultures, tearing off the last of your clothes and mauling your body with rough hands and drooling mouths. One sucks on each breast. Another orc takes up a position between your thighs and begins to fuck you. Soon enough, your pussy is being soaked again with orc cum and you sputter as your throat and mouth overflowing with the salty seed.

  They take their turn at your cum-flooded gutter, pushing in and out and grunting with bestial pleasure as they pump their hut cum into your body. Two of them pull out before they unload their seed. One grabs your head and forces you to drink the thick, salty broth. The other jerks it onto your jiggling, flushed breasts, coating them in the sticky shame of another load of orc cum.

  By the time the orcs are done with you and Reemek pulls you to your feet, you are exhausted and nearly delirious with orc cum.

  "M-master," you croak, your voice hoarse from being throatfucked by orc cock, "take me home, please."

  "Yes," agrees Reemek, hoisting you into a cart already piled high with equipment. "I will take you to your new home. But it won't be with me."

  You scream in anguish at your lover's rejection as the cart begins to trundle towards the surface. The iron giant watches you with uncaring red eyes.

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  Bad Ending - The Lost Soul

  You awaken to a warmth and pleasant wetness against your nipple. You realize someone is sucking at your left breast as you open your eyes. An elf woman with long, pointed ears is latched to your left breast, pulling with suction and flicking her tongue against your nipple. The woman is beautiful and seemingly drenched in sweat.

  "W-who are you?" you ask. "Where am I?"

  She pops her lips free from your breast.

  "Zydria," she gasps and slides her naked body over yours.

  You're not sure if that is the place or her name. Her lips silence any more questions and for a few long seconds you are trapped in a passionate embrace with the elf. Then you notice a man kneeling beside you, his hard cock in his hand. You turn towards it instinctively and he presses it to your lips. You and the elf share his hardness.

  It is only as he climbs atop you and your head begins to clear that you realize you are in a hazy, hot room with throbbing walls of pink flesh. The air is perfumed with pheromones identical to those of the succubus, but much more potent. All around you, naked and sweat-drenched men and women are engaged in a perpetual orgy. The sighs of ecstasy fill the room.

  But you and these humans are not alone. Throughout the meetings of lusty flesh, there are red and purple and pink tentacles. These fondle and prod and invade the lovers. You are being taken from behind by the man when one of these tendrils slithers over your back and screws into your tight hole.

  "Ahhhhh!" you cry out. You are afraid, but the pleasure is too great and the hands that hold you are too strong. You fuck back against the man's cock and the tendril invading your ass with equal vigor.

  You lose track of how many lovers you take. There is a huge dark-skinned man, two identical brunettes, a swarthy man with a very long cock that you deepthroat eagerly, the elf girl, with her delicious quim, and many more. Sweat slicks your body. Cum fills your holes. And when you are idle, between partners, the tentacles descend and manipulate your body. They wrap your breasts and squeeze. They thrust into your holes.

  "What is happening?" you moan.

  "You are inside me, princess," answers Ashara.

  "W-what?"

  You search for the source of her voice and see a grotesque parody of her face has appeared on the fleshy wall of the chamber. More tentacles slither over your legs. Two begin to thrust into your pussy.

  "You gave me your soul, princess. Don't you remember? In the throes of pleasure I devoured you."

  "No," you moan, unwilling to believe her words. "This is a dream."

  "Do not be afraid," coos Ashara, stroking your face with a tentacle. "I will be nourished by your strength. If your soul endures long enough for me to escape my imprisonment, I may make you a new body in the abyss."

  "P-please," you say. "Let me go. I... I want to leave."

  "It's too late for that, my sweet Kirsten. Your body no longer exists." The tentacles cradle your face. "Relax. Enjoy your company."

  Soft hands begin to caress your breasts. The tentacles retreat and a Kornasi woman and a Noorman approach. The woman smothers your face with her plump ass and you moan and begin to lick. The blond, bearded Noorman pushes your thighs apart and begins to fuck you, his cock joining the thrusting tentacles.

  You cry with pleasure and despair in equal measures.

  The orgy inside the succubus has only begun, but your adventure is at an end.

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  Special Encounter - Search for Another Way Down

  You do not trust that rope dangling over the darkness. You walk the precipice, searching for some other way to descend safely into the dark pit below. The ledge overhangs the cliff below, making it impossible for you to get any sort of handhold. You search the walls of the cave several times for any sort of markings.

  You pass by the alcove more than once before you finally take notice. The hole is like the slotted visor of one of your father's knights, but just big enough for your flattened hand. It is between two huge stones, so the location makes it seem natural, but when you lean close you can see markings caused by a chisel. Something carved this into the stone.

  You reach your flattened hand inside. Your fingers brush something soft that moves out of your way. The short contact raises the hairs on your arms and neck. You push deeper, feeling more of whatever is hiding in there being pushed aside. Your fingers collide with something hard and you almost pull your hand out at the unexpected contact. You feel out the object, trying to discern what it might be.

  You decide it is a ring of iron inside, easily big enough for one of your fingers. You slot your finger through it and pull. There follows a distinct ratcheting sound from the opening and the ring gives. You pull more and the ratcheting grows louder. You hear a whine of metal and the ledge rumbles beneath your feet. Motion out of the corner of your vision catches your attention. What you are doing is making something happen in the pit. You keep pulling and the ring slides all the way out on a cylinder of rusty iron. When it clears the opening in the rock, spring-loaded mechanisms po
p it open and lock the ring in place.

  You release the ring and walk back to the pit to see what has happened. To your amazement, a rusty iron framework of stairs has been erected from the precipice and apparently descending all the way to the dark-shrouded bottom of the pit.

  "That'll do nicely."

  The stairs are narrow and seemingly supported by a single, folding armature beneath. They protest under your weight as you descend, but the construction seems solid enough. As you make your way down, you detect a foul odor wafting from the bottom of the pit. You also pass more of those dangling ropes. Something about them gives you the creeps and you carefully avoid contact.

  The darkness of the pit gradually gives way as you approach the bottom.

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  Encounter Thirteen - Obey and Suck Her Demonic Cock

  You had not imagined yourself sucking the cock of a woman even moments ago, let alone that such a thing was possible, but once Ashara gives you a command, you find it almost irresistible. Particularly since she has made it into a challenge of your worth as a lover.

  You take hold of her huge cock in both hands. Her flesh is extremely warm. You squeeze her engorged member and you can feel the throbbing of her demonic heart. You lean your face down, inhaling the uniquely masculine musk of her new appendage and giving the tip a few testing licks. Ashara moans softly as your tongue traces the ridge of her glans.

  A craving builds as you taste her with your tongue. Sucking her comes almost by instinct. Your mouth engulfs her tip. Your hands work her wrist-thick shaft. You moan around her hardness. Drool spills from your mouth and down her fat cock. You wish you could fit more of her into your mouth, but she's just too big for your throat. You gag yourself trying.

  "It takes practice," purrs Ashara, watching you struggle. "Most humans can only take a few inches until they've been trained."

  Your lips pop free of her cock, spit stretching to your plump, glistening lips as you pull back and take a deep breath. You're not willing to give up so easily and a smile spreads on your face as you realize you have an advantage that most women do not: magic. It only takes a few seconds for you to come up with the right spell.

  Ashara looks at you curiously as you back a few feet away from her.

  "Giving up?" she asks.

  "Not at all," you reply. "Just relax and I will show you what I can do."

  The Phantasmal Servant was one of the last spells that Oriodamus tutored you to cast. It requires control and concentration to manipulate your own magical energies into an invisible copy of yourself. You splay your fingers and begin the casting words.

  Ashara watches with a raised eyebrow. Unlike most of your spells, there is no visible component of Phantasmal Servant. Your head drops as your senses are joined to this unseen duplicate. You can feel yourself existing in two places at once, your body's senses receded as you focus your mind on the phantasm.

  "Did it work?" asks the succubus. "I sense something in the...ohhhhh..."

  The phantasm's mouth opens around Ashara's huge cock and slides down her length. To your human eyes it appears only as if Ashara's cock moves slightly and the flesh dimples where those phantasmal lips descend on her shaft. Her cock glistens wetly. The phantasmal throat opens and your will is in control of this spectral body, making you much more able to take the huge cock of the succubus.

  "Ohhhhhhh, princes of the abyss!" cries Ashara, her head falling back onto the cushions as the phantasm deep throats her cock. The faintest suggesting of a throat and tongue becomes visible as a slight glistening in the air as they become coated in the demoness's precum.

  To your senses, Ashara's cock is in your throat. You can taste her delicious precum and feel her hot flesh driving into your neck. But only one body needs to breathe, the one concentrating a few feet away and watching, and pain for the phantasm is minimal.

  "What are you doing to me?" cries Ashara. "No human... ohhhhh... you're taking my cock so easily. I can feel your tongue on my stones."

  With a little more effort, you bend the shape of the phantasm and it swallows her bollocks into its mouth as well, taking her to the very root. Hot, wet suction shapes and distorts Ashara's glistening cock. The phantasm makes loud slurping sounds around her and, with the succubus's cock wedged in its throat and her bollocks being suckled in its mouth, begins to flick its tongue against Ashara's lavender-tinted anus.

  "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiieeee!" wails the demoness, arching and thrusting her cock viciously into the phantasm's faintly shimmering precum-coated throat. Her breasts heave and her hips work as she fucks your phantasmal mouth so hard your physical body feels like it might gag in sympathy.

  Through a haze of overlapping sensations, you watch as her cock begins to twitch. The first gush of lavender-tinted semen fires into the swallowing throat of the phantasm and coats this passage down to the stomach. You feel the heat of it in your belly.

  You quickly pull your invisible servant's mouth to the tip of Ashara's spurting cock. That huge tool throbs and cum pours into the mouth of the phantasm, painting cheeks and teeth and revealing the swirling tongue of the phantasm.

  The lavender-tinted pool of cum seems to hang in midair just above the spurting tip of Ashara's cock. There is so much cum that you have no choice but to let the phantasm swallow some of it. Even through the dulled senses of the magical manifestation, the thick cream of Ashara's loins is addicting and delicious. Your physical body drools at the taste.

  Much as you might want to crawl over and share Ashara's seed with the phantasm, you cannot break your concentration. Instead, you release Ashara's cock from the phantasm's grasp and the invisible duplicate climbs atop the gorgeous demoness.

  "I can feel you," moans Ashara, stroking the phantasm's unseen body.

  You bring those invisible lips down to Ashara's. The demoness opens her mouth and you share the sweetness of her cum between the phantasm and the succubus. Even removed and only half-sensing the pleasure, the desire to crawl over and join them is almost overwhelming. When the hungry tongue of the demoness has cleaned the last of her spunk from the phantasm's mouth, you allow the duplicate to disappear completely.

  "Awwwww, I was enjoying that," pouts Ashara.

  "Now it's my turn for a kiss," you growl and crawl atop her, taking in the softness and warmth of her body. Her tail curls around your leg and her lips are all too eager to divulge the sweetness of her mouth. You share a long, hungry kiss, tasting the residue of her sweet cum.

  "You cannot linger much longer," purrs the succubus, stroking your flank with deft fingers."

  "Answer me this," you say, peering into her violet eyes. "Would I make a good succubus?"

  Ashara laughs, sweetly, and kisses you again.

  "My dear princess, you would make a better succubus than me with the skills you have." Her lips tease over yours. "I pity Madreg and Castigoroth. They do not stand a chance against us."

  You sigh with contentment and roll off Ashara's body. Perhaps one day you will ask her how to go about becoming a succubus.

  Ashara rolls onto her hands and knees and crawls out from inside the bed. You watch her shapely figure disappear through the canopy. A moment later she calls out.

  "Come along, Kirsten. I have a very special ring to give you that will allow you to call upon me so that I can protect you from danger."

  You hasten to join her.

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  Special Encounter - Attack

  Dangling upside down, more than half-swallowed by the creature, you know you have only moments before its pulling tendril overcomes the strength in your arms. You risk letting go with one hand. It pulls you deeper as you reach down to your sword and manage to grip it. With a loud, wet slurp, you are suddenly pulled through the orifice and into the fleshy chamber of the creature. The grotesque orifice contracts shut with and you are sealed into almost total darkness.

  The chamber throbs around you with the sickening heartbeat of the creature. With a hiss you feel warm liquid spurting onto your body
and beginning to cover you and fill the chamber. You tighten your grip on your sword and shake your arm free. Hundreds of small tendrils, like tongues, line the fleshy wall of the chamber and they are beginning to prod your body all over. If you're going to kill this thing from inside, you need a little room to maneuver.

  "Sorry, I am not on the menu today," you grunt, pulling the sword back and raking the blade against the tendrils. The creature expands and contracts violently, nearly pinning you, but not before you bend yourself in half at the waist. You can feel your blood flow being constricted by the tightening walls. It is trying to crush you.

  "Too slow," you choke out.

  You plunge the tip of your sword up between your feet with all your strength. The blade slices into the inner wall of the vile creature's stomach chamber. You feel your sword strike something harder and you push with all your strength. With a sickening crack, you thrust the blade through bone. The creature spasms once, so tight you nearly black out, and then the disgusting maw droops open, unfurling its treacherous rope and vomiting out the liquid that was surrounding you.

  You might have fallen out as well, but your sword is so deep it is stuck fast and you find yourself hanging from the grip. You quickly brace your legs against the dead beast's inner walls and take hold of its rope, now dangling limp from its maw. You grunt and get your hands and feet back on the fleshy rope and begin your descent to the pit below.

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  Encounter Ten - Wait

  You realize you are standing like a fool and watching your doom approach. Cursing your stupidity, you draw your sword and bring it up defensively. You know you cannot best a creature like a manticore on brute strength and that scorpion's sting makes it a very unpredictable foe. You decide to wait, biding your time and searching for an opening.

  You begin to back away, just to the edge of the cave, but leaving yourself plenty of room to maneuver from side to side. The manticore is cautious as well. His black eyes seem to study the way your pale body moves in the red firelight. You keep things slow and try to conceal your tightly-wound muscles.