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

by Amanda Clover

  "You know magic," he groans. "Magic of maze. If mate then mate for life."

  The reminder of the dire nature of the curse over the dungeon gives you pause. You are fortunate the goblin spoke up before you did something very foolish. But you will not be dissuaded entirely.

  "There are other things," you say, kissing his shoulder, squeezing his cock and continuing to thrust against his fingers. "Other ways to...satisfy certain desires.."

  "Yes," agrees Yalak. "Satisfy other way. But which?"

  A good question. There are so many delightful options.

  What do you do?

  WAIT for him to satisfy you

  PARLEY about filthy things while your breasts do the work

  ATTACK him with your mouth

  MAGIC hands to stroke you both

  SURRENDER your ass to him

  Encounter Fourteen - Suggest some mutually beneficial oral

  "There's no reason I should be the only one having fun," you purr, stroking your well-licked channel. A devilish thought occurs to you. Something one of your serving girls told you about doing with one of the stable boys. You decide you want to try it out with Olay. "Why don't you lie on your back and I'll show you something."

  "On my back?" asks Olaf, wiping your glistening cum from his lips. "Here on the bench?"

  "Mmmmmm." You sit up and survey the bench. "No. On the floor where it's nice and warm by the fire."

  The gnome stretches out, his hard, red, thumb-sized cock sticking straight up and his little belly going up and down with his breathing. He looks at you expectantly, the light from the kiln casting one half of him in an orange glow and plunging the other half into shadow. His height makes you reconsider how you will arrange your body. Lying atop him is not possible, at least not for what you had in mind.

  You slide off the bench and onto your feet. You tower over him, placing your feet on either side of his head and facing his wiggling toes. You squat slowly, aware of how doing so spreads your slick quim as you lower your bottom to Olaf's face. He takes hold of your buttocks and leans his face up to meet your descending rear. He lets out a moan as he buries his nose in your crack and begins loudly licking your smothering cunt.

  "Ohhhh, that's it," you say, your focus returning to his hard cock. "Let's see what I can do to return that favor."

  You catch his twitching tool in your soft hand and begin to gently wank him. Your efforts quickly produce a glistening droplet of precum from his fat tip. You lean down, trying to keep your hot furrow in reach of his tongue. It doesn't quite work and you over-extend and drop heavily onto Olaf's face. He takes being smothered by your pussy quite well, feverishly licking while you struggle back onto your knees. This position won't quite work either for what you intended.

  "If only he were about ten inches taller," you murmur, feeling his cock buried in your cleavage as he continues to lap at your slit. "Or ten inches longer."

  "Mmmm, what's that?" asks Olaf, his question vibrating against your tender folds.

  Giggling at the ridiculousness of trying to contort yourself to pleasure the gnome, you finally give up on this position and roll onto your side. Your clamping thighs pull Olaf with you, keeping him trapped against your slit.

  He lets out a surprised cry, but finally you are able to bend your head down and you begin hungrily licking his cockjuice and tracing your tongue around the fat bulge of his cockhead. Your lips engulf him and his throbbing meat fills your mouth. The gnome's gasp of pleasure is hot against your pussy.

  "Mmmmmm," you reply, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your mouth on his cock.

  Despite the size difference and the awkward position you and Olaf work into a rhythm that slowly builds to a lewd crescendo of lapping tongue and slurping lips. Your sucking mouth pops over his cockhead. Your tongue flicks at his tiny slit and you taste his salty liquid oozing out. Your thighs scissor against his face and his hot tongue prods and flicks and tortures the throbbing bead of your clitoris.

  "Oh, Kirsten," he gasps against your sex. "I'm so close!"

  Your lips tighten, your suction hardens and you moan around his cock. A few more strokes of your lips is all it takes to make his cock throb between your lips. He makes all sorts of noise between your thighs, most of it muffled by your sex, as he begins to fire hot gouts of his cum into your mouth. The first salty pump of his spunk is enough to set you off and your own orgasm begins to shudder and squeeze through your straining body.

  "Mmmmmmm!" you cry around his gushing cock, your voice pitching up. You gulp down the thick slime of his cum and finally release his from your suction so that you can gasp for breath and for pleasure around his cock. Waves continues to radiate orgasmically through your body for some time after his cock begins to go soft.

  Spent and somewhat exhausted, you separate and both of you laugh about what you've just done. You climb back onto the bench and help him beside you.

  "That was amazing," you laugh.

  "Amazing? I thought I could see the gods watching us. You're an amazing woman."

  "Stop, you're making me blush," you jest. You snag the bottle of brandy from his hand and take a deep, throat-burning swig of the strong liqueur. Struggling to keep the brandy down, you pass the bottle back. "I need to be going, Olaf. You know that, right?"

  "Yes, yes." He hoists the bottle of brandy up near his shoulder. "But first, we finish this."

  CONTINUE >

  Special Encounter - Climb On Yalak's Lap

  You swing your hips from side to side, bouncing your firm bottom and ample breasts with each movement. Your hands trace the softer curves and you pet your gold-furred pussy for the benefit of your audience.

  "Let me see them," you purr to Yalak and Olaf. "It's only fair that you boys share."

  Olaf unbuttons his coveralls and takes out a stubby, fat human-like cock that is already glistening with precum. Yalak's little fucktool is actually slightly longer, but narrower, than Olaf's and has pinkish color to contrast with his green goblin flesh. He wanks himself to the sight of your dancing and you can't resist him.

  "Mind if I have a seat?" you ask, climbing onto Yalak's lap. He tries to direct his cock into your quim, but you push it flat against his belly and sit your warm furrow against the twitching underside of his tool. You begin to grind against him, lacing your arms over his shoulders and riding your hot quim against his cock. "Mmmmmmmmm."

  "So good," cries Yalak. "Pretty Kirsten. Feel so good on shank."

  "You can touch my body," you say and almost at once his hands are squeezing your breasts and pinching your hard little nipples. You gasp and ride against his cock even harder, spreading your folds and spilling your juice onto the fleshy rail of his cock. He grabs your ass, spreading your bottom with one hand so that his surprisingly long fingers can touch and tease your clenching hole. "Oh, Yalak, you're a very bad boy."

  His pucker stroking fingers and hot cockflesh drive you over the edge and you wail and buck atop his lap, squeezing out your juices from your twitching tunnel as you cum all over Yalak's lap. Beside you, Olaf furiously wanks his cock, his fist pounding over his precum-sheathed fucktool with lewd sounds. You drunkenly roll your hips, riding your goblin companion through your orgasm.

  His fingers withdraw from your asshole and slip between you. He lifts you up, riding onto his belly, and as you push back down his cock is behind you, rubbing against your ass.

  "Shank go in back squeeze," groans Yalak. Before you fully realize what he is saying to you - you're very drunk and still shuddering from your orgasm - Yalak has your ass spread and his juice-smeared cock at your clenched hole. You let out a cry of surprise as he pulls you down onto his cock, skewering your tight passage with his goblin cockmeat. He lets out a shrill yip of pleasure.

  Whatever restraint he had when you were riding him is instantly gone. With his cock buried in your ass, Yalak goes wild, thrusting beneath you and rapidly fucking his slender cock in and out of your stretched pucker. He's fortunately very well-lubricated and you aid his movement
s with your rolling hips, impaling your ass onto his little cock. His hands clutch your bottom and he squeals with pleasure.

  A moment later, his cock begins to throb as Yalak pumps your ass full of hot goblin spunk. You take it deep, feeling pressure build in your bowels as he empties a big load into your clenching hole.

  "Oh, you naughty little boy," you laugh, working your hips a few last times and squeezing him dry. "You are a very bad goblin."

  "I sorry," he groans. "I take out."

  His cock pops out of you audibly and a trickle of his cum spills from your stuffed pucker. Olaf, still flapping away on his fat cock, looks on in amazement as a bit of fresh spunk drips from your ass.

  "Well," you say to Olaf, "you may as well have a turn. Come on. Give it a try."

  Yalak gamely spreads your cheeks again, providing an inviting target for his friend's lust. Olaf hops gleefully down from the bench and sets a bucket on the floor behind you. He climbs onto the bucket and pushes his fat cock into your creamy ass. One thrust is all it takes and he's buried inside your nasty hole, goblin cum lubricating his urgent thrusts.

  "Ohhhhh love! You're tight as can... ahhh... can be! I can't stand it."

  "Go on then," you hiss. "Fill my ass with your load."

  Olaf through back his head and groans loudly, thrusting into your ass and fucking your tender hole full of a second spunkload. You feel absolutely loaded with cum and you have to clench quickly after he pulls out to avoid squeezing it all out onto Yalak's lap. Once you're sure it's safely inside your ass, you roll off of Yalak and sit on the bench between them.

  "Well, that was a good treat," you laugh, picking up the brandy and taking a swig. "But I want more. What am I going to have to do to perk those cocks up?"

  You tease Yalak's flaccid prick with a fingertip. Another swig of the burning brandy and you know that you're going to find out.

  CONTINUE >

  Special Encounter - Parley about filthy things while your breasts do the work

  You give the ugly goblin another kiss, slipping your tongue over his as your fingers tease his cock. Maybe it is madness, maybe it is the nightmare of being stuck in this dungeon, but you actually feel attraction towards the little beast. An attraction that is only deepened into perversity by some of the things you have seen and done to make it this far in Madreg's maze.

  "On your back," you say, giving Yalak a push. "Let me show you how a princess does it."

  He does as you command, stretching out on his back and looking up at you expectantly. His little cock stickups up like a fat, green finger from his waist, his bollocks dangling at his roots. His legs are so skinny that his thigh is no bigger than your wrist, which makes the cock look much bigger than it is.

  Truthfully, you want to climb atop him and feel the depravity of this goblin soiling your chastity forever. You have the sense, and fair warning from Yalak, not to do this and lose your mind to the dungeon. Your hands slide up your body and cradle your breasts. They are heavy and soft and you press them together and then let them drop into place as they jiggle slightly.

  "So pretty," moans Yalak. "Soft, white milkbubs."

  You look down at your lovely breasts as if you just noticed them when the goblin mentioned them. You caress them again, this time letting your fingertips bend the tender buds of your pink nipples.

  "These?" You squeeze your breasts hard, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "They are very soft and warm. Mmmmm...would you like to feel them?"

  "Yes! Feel! Squeeze!"

  The goblin sits up and reaches out for your breasts. You push him back down on his back and wave a scolding finger.

  "Now, now, Yalak. No grabbing. I meant...would you like to feel them?"

  It is a bit of a rhetorical question as you lean over the goblin and let your breasts dangle against the tip of his cock. He whimpers as the soft weight of one breast drags over his cock. You swing them gently back and forth, rubbing your tits against his prick until he's moaning like a fool. The sensation of his hot cockmeat prodding against your chest gives rise to hundreds more dirty fantasies to infest your once-pure thoughts.

  "So good," moans the goblin. "Squeeze milkbubs. Put on shank!"

  "That's a fair start," you giggle. "But I've so many more ideas about the fun we can have if you help me escape. Would you like to hear about that, my lovely little green-cocked monster?"

  "Yes! Please tell."

  "Welllll," the word stretches from your lips like a moan. You capture his cock between your breasts and squeeze it tightly. You begin to gently stroke him in this luscious vice. "The moment we get out of this dungeon I will shower you with kisses. My lips won't stop until your face is sore, but they won't stop there. I'll suck your nasty little cock until it's dripping with seed. I'll suck it until you're begging me to stop."

  The goblin can only whimper and watch with his beady eyes as you fuck your tits up and down on his cock. Your soft mounds swallow his prick up entirely only to have it pop back up from between them on each downward stroke.

  "Oh, Yalak, I will worship your fuckmeat. I will surrender my body to you and let you claim my maidenhead. You can have it, and thrust your hardness into me." You shift at the thought of giving your virginity to the goblin. "Hold my breasts. Fuck them. I want to touch myself."

  Yalak understands and grasps your tits, pressing them tightly around his cock and using his flowing precum to slick the friction-hot valley of your cleavage. His thighs smack against your tits and your breasts jiggle as he fucks roughly between your tits. As he is having his way with your breasts, you slip both hands between your thighs, fingers playing over your quim and stroking your straining clit.

  "Ohhhhhh, and then," you gasp, "you'll slide your hard cock into me and feel how... ohhh... tight and wet I am. How bad I need your big dick. And you will fuck me... oh... faster and faster. Just like that. Just like you're... oh... fucking my tits. You'll mount me and make me into your bitch. And then... ohhh..."

  "Yes! Yes, then?" He cries, furiously pounding his cock between your tits.

  Your orgasm is close. You squirm against his cock and grind your fingers against your clit.

  "Then your throbbing cock will explode inside my hot, clutching quim! You'll spray your seed deep into my hungry pussy and... oh... gods and then you'll breed my virgin vessel!"

  "Aahhhhh! Seed comes!" The goblin arches and his cock pumps out a hot rope of spunk that lashes against your throat and splatters down onto your chest. You look down, your orgasm hitting you as you watch his cup pump between your tits and his milky seed smear your flushed chest. You grind your honeyed groove against your fingers as the waves of fluttering pleasure tear loose through your body. You work your hips in short thrusts and your comes in short gasps.

  "And then... ohh... and then I'll hold you against me," you cry. "And squeeze out every drop. Again and again. Oh... Yalak."

  You release his sticky cock from between your tits and roll beside him, your tits marked with redness where his cock rubbed between them. Gooey strands of his spunk decorate your heaving mounds and spill around the side of your throat like a necklace made of pearls.

  "Human Kirsten," moans Yalak. "You good to goblin. You do good."

  "Something came over me," you say, trying to wipe the stupid post-orgasmic smile off your face and failing miserably. "Don't expect, mmmmm, that sort of treatment again."

  "Yes," agrees Yalak, snuggling up against your side. "Have to escape dungeon then make babies with pretty Kirsten."

  The thought seems a bit more ridiculous now that you're no longer crazy with desire. You let the thought go uncorrected, mop up the worst of the cum from your chest, and let the glowing embers of the fire warm your body. Yalak is already snoring against you.

  A stupid grin is on your face for the first time in days as you drift off to sleep with the goblin in your arms.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Sixteen - Wait

  There is no doubting Madreg's power. He has conquered the north and
routed every army that stood in his path. Acting rashly here is liable to get you worse than killed. You need to search for a vulnerability and wait for a chance to strike. You need to stall.

  You back away from him and he drifts higher above the altar. You keep one hand on the pommel of your sword, for all the good that might do, and the other hand raised in a gesture of appeasement, but prepared to cast a spell.

  "This... this is a lot to take in," you say. "Mother of a new age? What do you intend to do with me, Madreg?"

  "Oh! Yes! Curiosity is one of my favorite human qualities. Always sniffing for answers. The other quality I appreciate is, of course, their ridiculous fertility." He gestures to the chanters with their milk-round breasts and gravid bellies. "Where a seed is sown, it will blossom and grow. Almost any creature can mate with your kind, but you are special. Noble blood is a rare thing. And this ritual require one who is pure."

  "I'm not pure," you say. "Certainly not after your dungeon."

  "Purity is all a matter of perspective. Your intact maidenhead is sufficient to my needs." He motions with his hand and you are suddenly grabbed by a pair of the pregnant chanters. You begin to struggle, but more of them pile on and easily overpower you. They wrestle you up to the altar. Madreg drifts down so that his eyes are almost level with yours. "You should be happy, princess. You are about to become the mother of a god."

  The chanters roughly disarm you and strip off your loincloth. You try kicking out at them, but it only allows them to seize hold of your legs and carry you up onto the stone. They pin you down. Madreg looms triumphantly over you.

  "Let her go!"