The words are hard to understand, but you recognize the tune. Whatever is out there is singing a child's song that you remember in a high-pitched voice that is heavily accented and definitely not a child's.
You poke your head out from the tree and there, in a muddy clearing, hunched over a dead rabbit caught in a snare, is the lean, short figure of a goblin. Its skin is greenish and almost hairless. It has long arms and a big head with long pointed ears that stick almost straight out from the sides of its head. It is wearing a web of leather straps festooned with little knives, lengths of crude rope and various other hunter's tools. It wears a simple loincloth around its tiny waist. If it stood upright, you would guess the top of its head would come to just above your waist.
Goblins are the underlings and sometimes slaves of orcs. At times their tribes have coexisted near human settlements only because they were too weak to pose much danger. Usually they would end up accused of some theft or murder and their tribe would be run out by the humans.
The goblin finishes cutting the rabbit out of the snare and begins to skin the animal and butcher its little carcass. It seems preoccupied with the task and totally unaware of your presence.
You have no doubt in your mind that you could easily dispatch it with an attack or magic. On the other hand, if you captured it and parleyed with it, perhaps it could help you escape the jungle. Or you could wait to act and simply follow it from hiding to see where it goes.
What do you do?
WAIT
PARLEY
ATTACK
MAGIC
SURRENDER
Encounter Ten - Surrender
Staring down the manticore, looking at those slavering jaws and the scorpion tail, at his raw animal fury, you feel all hope fade from your body. Who are you to oppose such a magnificent creature? Your gaze finds the furry sheath beneath the manticore's belly. You can only imagine the huge beast-cock that will grow from that hidden place when the manticore scents the virgin musk of your loins.
"Go, Yalak," you say to the goblin. "I cannot go any farther."
"What?!" The goblin screeches. "Kirsten, what you do?"
"I yield!" you shout to the approaching manticore and to signal your surrender you unbuckle your sword belt and let it fall at your feet. "I surrender to you, mighty beast."
The manticore roars and slows his approach. He sniffs the air and licks his jaws as his intelligent eyes look at you cautiously.
"Get out of here!" you hiss to Yalak. "He'll be distracted with me. It's your chance to escape."
Yalak seems as if he is going to argue with you, but his objections are overruled as you remove your loincloth and get down on your knees. There is an undeniable heat between your legs. Your fear is adding to your lust. Will this huge beast simply want to prey upon you or will he desire your fertile quim. You turn away from the manticore and lower your head to the floor. Warmth from the flames reaches your bare furrow and the spread cheeks of your bottom.
When you look back again, you are glad to see the goblin has gone, heading for the door to the next chamber. The manticore ignores Yalak and continues cautiously towards you, his nostrils flaring. A fat purple cock has extended from the creature's sheath. It is enormous, perhaps ruinously huge, but you cannot look away from it. You reach beneath yourself and stroke your cunt. Your hot slit is already juicy with your arousal.
"Please fuck me," you moan in submission. "I yield to you, mighty beast. Claim your prize."
The great beast approaches, sniffing hotly at your backside, tickling your thighs with his prickling whiskers. His nose presses against your ass and inhales your scent. His rough tongue drags over your furry quim and samples your wetness. You stifle a moan as he gives you several licks, his tongue as wide as your hand and as powerful as a slap each time. The force pushing you forward a little and spanking the throbbing bud of your clit.
The manticore's huge paws and furry underside enclose you in his bestial warmth as he climbs over you. The hot, exposed flesh of his cock thump against your buttocks and rests atop the cleft between them. This throbbing length - gods it is huge! - nestles there and slides gently against you until he cocks his hips and lets it drop against your cunt. You moan with sudden fear, but it's far too late to escape.
The tip is against your quim. One huge paw pins your shoulder down to the stones as he lines his bestial cock up against your virgin opening. He gives the side of your face a long, slow lick that covers your hair in his spit. His thrust bruises past your tight entrance and you are rammed full of manticore cock in a single excruciating stroke. Your eyes go wide. Your maidenhead is obliterated as your channel is stuffed and stretched around a throbbing forearm's length and width of animal fuckflesh.
Your virginity is not simply claimed by the manticore, your entire cunt is remade to fit his enormous cock. The pain goes beyond all reasoning and you very nearly pass out as he begins to roughly rut his massive member in and out of your little pussy. Huge, cum-filled bollocks swing against you, reminding you of the inhuman seed you've surrendered your future to. This will be your new life and you've chosen it.
Through the pain and the madness of being mounted by the enormous leonine manticore, you begin to feel pleasure. The unique shape of his cock is something you experience with every stroke and it finds places within your slick channel that you did not even know existed. It's as if tiny bristles are brushing against sensitive spots, scratching itches of pleasure and driving you towards some sort of release. You begin to move your hips as best you can, thrusting yourself onto this massive cock.
The manticore's jaws open and snap closed on your head. Hard enough to hurt and to bathe you in his hot saliva. But he is not biting to injure you, he is pinning you motionless and hammering his cock into your pussy.
"Give it to me," you whine through clenched teeth. "It's what you want. Do it. Fill me with your seed. Make... ahhhh... make my... womb yours."
The manticore growls around the back of your head and his cock begins to twitch inside you. The first gush of bestial seed fills the room with its powerful musk as it spurts into you and instantly overflows your quim. You feel each spasm of the manticore's cock stretching your pussy and each pump of its cum bastes your womb and spurts out around his thrusting member.
The magic of the dungeon takes effect and all of your fears and pains are gone. The manticore has successful bred you with his bestial seed and your heart fills with love for your new manticore master.
"Yessss!" you cry, a joyous orgasm gripping your channel. "Yes! Fill me! Breed my pussy! Ohhhh gods! Yes!"
Long after the manticore has finished pumping you full of his cum, you continue to work your hips, trying to fill your sloppy cunt with every inch of manticore cock. You are desperate for more. You'll do anything to please your new master.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fifteen - Bargain With Him
"I don't want to fight you, Bjorn," you say, showing your hands. "But I have to get through there. My sisters are trapped in this dungeon and the only way for me to get them out is to get out myself."
Bjorn shakes his head sadly.
"You'll never make it out of here. That damned wizard knows everything that happens in his dungeon and he won't let you escape."
"Ashara has a plan. She knows how to stop him and how to free my sisters."
"Don't trust her," says Bjorn gravely.
"She is the only person - creature - in this damned dungeon, that has offered me any hope." You bristle at his lecture. "You left me outside to be eaten alive by your pack. Why would I listen to you?"
Bjorn seems as if he is about to say something else and he just shakes his head.
"What?"
"Pointless to argue. But Madreg will punish me for letting you pass," says Bjorn, folding his arms across his broad chest. "No. I won't allow you to go through that door."
"I'll trade something."
"That sword?" He scoffs. "That pearl in your belly?"
You shake your h
ead and it's your turn to fold your arms across your chest. You place those arms beneath your breasts and lift them enticingly. Trading on your sexuality never would have cared to you a few days ago. Now, it comes naturally.
"Do you know how the magic of the dungeon works?" asks Bjorn.
"I know there are other ways to satisfy a man." You bite your lower lip. "Or beast."
"Your mouth," says Bjorn. "Might satisfy a beast. A wolf."
"You ask me to submit to such a thing? I am not a beast myself."
"I have the mind of a man."
"And the body of a wolf." The thought of sucking the cock of what amounts to a big dog is nauseating. And, damn your sick mind, exciting. You ask, "Is there no alternative with you as a man?"
He strokes his chin and looks you over. He leans to the side and you turn your hip to give him another good look at the curve of your hip and the roundness of your backside.
"Yes," he says. "Your pink rosebud. Give me that, as man and woman, and I will let you pass. It would at least lessen the bite of Madreg's lash when he learns I've let you pass."
A plain offer. Sex with a man. A real human man. With a curse, yes, but in the flesh of a man. You begin to feel warm between your thighs as you look at the handsome Noorman. He has given you two choices, both of them somewhat humiliating, but the choice seems clear.
What do you choose?
You suck the wolf
You want his cock in your ass
Encounter Ten - Wait to be mounted
The thought of this huge beast claiming your maidenhead is sickening. It is against all laws of the gods to fornicate with a beast such as this, and yet the beast clearly desires it. You have given up your sword and surrendered. You see no alternative.
Worse, the more you contemplate it, the more you actually want the manticore to take you. At least it will take away the questions and fears. If the magic of the maze works on your mind, it will almost be a relief.
You take a deep breath and drop to your hands and knees on the stone floor. The manticore lifts its head and watches you intently. You look at it, showing it your pale body in profile, your breasts dropping to the cold stone and your ass, raised like a beast, offered up for the creature's lust.
"What a shameful end," you mutter. "And yet, it is what I crave."
You reach between your thighs with one hand and feel the slickness at your channel. You tease your fingers over your clit and spread your velvet flower wide.
The manticore pads over to you, his cock out from its sheath and his tongue licking his chops as he eyes your helpless body. The stone is cold beneath you, but that is not why you are trembling. You close your eyes and wait for whatever pain is about to fall upon you.
Instead, you feel the cool, soft nose of the manticore against the backs of your thighs. He sniffs and snorts, blowing hot breath against your sex and up the crack of your ass. His nose presses tight. You yelp and a moment later feel the hot rasp of his tongue, sliding over your quim and up to your ass. The manticore licks you with such force that his rough tongue lifts you up a little and seems almost to stick to your ass. The force and friction drives you wild as it trails over your clit again and again.
"Ohhhhhhh," you cry, squirming your ass against the manticore's tongue. "So good."
Your shame fades and your pleasure grows with each powerful lick of the manticore's tongue. His hot drool spills down your crack and over your clenching asshole and drips from your honey-slick cunt. You push back, more and more vigorously, your head back and your mouth hanging open in a debased cry of pleasure. Your orgasm shudders through you, bouncing your quivering tits and setting them swinging beneath you. Shocks of pleasure radiate out from your straining bud to your hard, pink nipples.
"Yesssss, yesss!" you cry.
You are a panting, flushed mess by the time the manticore lifts it leonine snout from your hindquarters. His bulk shifts above you and his furry undercarriage grazes your back. His head overhangs your shoulder and he snorts his hot breath into your face as his paws slide over your thighs. There is an excited urgency to the beast's actions. The hot, heavy slickness of his cock presses against your legs and slots between them.
"Oh gods," you moan as you feel him at your entrance. "Please...be gent--AAAAH!"
Your words end in a scream of agony as the manticore's cock skewers your virgin sex. Your maidenhead bursts and the huge wedge of the beast's fuckflesh invades your depths and stretches your aching channel wide. He fills you until you feel him pressing sharply at your womb and then he is sliding back, your cunt clutching tight, only to thrust in again.
There is a part of you that hates what you are doing. That curses your weakness for submitting to this base animal's lust. And yet the larger part is consumed by the raw sexual reality as the beast's huge cock pounds in and out of your aching sex. Your body was never made for such a huge phallus and each stroke feels as if it might split you open. That does not deny the pleasure that grows within your overloaded nerves, rubbed raw by the stroking cock.
The manticore's jaws are suddenly around the back of your head, drool slopping over your cheek and fangs pinching your skin as he holds your head pinned in his mouth. He uses your body for more leverage, pounding faster and faster into your quim until you are screaming and unsure if you are in agony or ecstasy.
The manticore roars and hot liquid gushes against your womb. You scream in pain as something hooks into your inner opening, spreading your cervix and allowing the beastly seed to fill your deepest vessel. The pain recedes quickly and your mind is unmade, from pain to pleasure, until you are whimpering with adoration for the cruel manticore and cumming around his throbbing, spunking cock.
"Yesss," you gasp. "My love, breed my human cunt. My flesh is yours."
There can be no doubt that the magic of the maze has worked its magic as the manticore's spunk overflows your shuddering channel.
CONTINUE >
Special Encounter - Rest with Yalak
"I think a rest would be good," you say, squatting beside the brazier. "Is this enough flame to cook?"
"Do it good!" says Yalak.
The wee goblin opens a pouch hanging among his various belts and produces a handful of dried twigs. He casts these into the brazier and the fire flares and gives off a savory scent. He takes the rabbit out and skewers it on a blackened length of root hidden among his belts.
"You could have stabbed me with that," you note.
Yalak grins, showing off his little fangs and the pink of his gums as he lowers the rabbit over the brazier. Soon, the small chamber is filled with the delicious aroma of cooking rabbit. Your mouth begins to water and your growling stomach is practically a roar.
"Have wine," says Yalak.
He takes a swig from the pouch, a red trickle dropping down his chin. He passes the skin to you.
There is not much for a human to drink, just a few sips. The wine is harsh and overly sweet. After all you've been through, it tastes like the sweetest mead. You leave him the last bit and pass the skin back as the wine burns pleasantly in your throat and down to your belly.
"Have you been this way before, Yalak?"
"No, others yes. Not me. I not curious."
"So why did you come with me?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"You pretty." Yalak turns the rabbit over to cook the other side. "You have big sword also."
You feel a flush. Maybe it's just the wine in your cheeks or maybe it really is being paid a compliment by a goblin. You chuckle at the thought that being called pretty by the likes of Yalak would make you blush.
"What funny?" The goblin demands, sniffing the air for any insult.
"I was remembering a boy who used to call on me," you say, remembering his beautiful face with its little blond mustache. "He would come twice a week with candies and flowers, little pieces of jewelry."
"Was he mate?"
"Hardly," you laugh. "I could have beat him to his knees with one hand held behind my back. He was a prince from a
kingdom that exported perfume and he always smelled so strongly that it made my eyes water."
"Why you think of him?"
Yalak lifts the rabbit from the fire and begins to portion it with another knife he had kept hidden until just now. You watch the goblin work for a moment, assuredly hacking the rabbit into choice cuts, before answering Yalak's question.
"I rather think he is the opposite of you, Yalak," you finally admit.
The goblin hands you a succulent portion of the roasted rabbit. He produces another skin of wine from a different loop in his harness. This wine is more bitter and milky, perhaps a fermented dairy drink, but just as potent as the first.
"This is good," says Yalak.
"Yes, delicious," you agree.
"Not rabbit. Good I am opp-osite of other. Then you like me."
The goblin gently lays a greasy hand on your thigh. You look at it for a few seconds before deciding that so long as Yalak does not try moving the hand up your thigh, you will allow to stay there.
Your belly filled, your body pleasantly warmed by the goblin wine, you curl up beside the flames and bask in their orange glow. Yalak sprawls beside you, a faint smile on his thin lips.
"You sleep," he says. "I keep watch. Give you rest."
He rolls into a sitting position beside you.
"Think you need after journey for pretty human."
He puts a hand on your shoulder and caresses you. You feel a strange pang from his touch, a twitch that you feel in the depths of your loins. It takes you a moment to recognize what it is: desire. The little, ugly goblin has awakened your urges.
You meet Yalak's gaze, his little eyes flickering with the light of the fire. Your bare breasts gently rise and fall as the hot possibility of the moment becomes apparent.
What do you do?
Embrace the goblin and admit your urges
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