Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 3

by Amanda Clover

  In the throes of my orgasm, I can feel a strange warmth building in my pussy and ass. The tentacles thrusting into my holes seem to be growing more solid. Suddenly, the slime burbles loudly and I feel the hot gush of liquid into the depths of my bowels and against the fertile entrance of my womb. In an instant, the diabolical curse of the dungeon takes hold.

  I know it at once: the slime has mated with me. It feels so good it propels my body to even more intense spasms of ecstasy. I jerk, wail, and cry out, “Oh, Bloo, I love you! Breed me! Fill me with your slime babies!”

  “Yes! Fill me as well!” Nellie cries beside me, lifted into the air by tendrils of slime. “My elf womb is for making more slimes!”

  The slime burbles merrily and squirts his hot cum into our hungry holes again and again. It overflows from my pussy and drips from my ass in a frothy lavender slop. I don’t care. I am in love. I have realized my purpose in life: to be a breeding whore for a slime!

  And I’ve never been happier!

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  The slime’s beloved bride

  The slime’s dark lair echoes with the sound of my moaning. I am on my hands and knees, my cheek pressed to the cool stone as I lift my hips high. Slime cocks plunge deep into my slippery asshole and fill my clutching cunt. My beloved Bloo burbles happily above me as he plunders my tight pucker and pumps my pussy. Two of his tentacles reach beneath me to engulf my thickened nipples and slurp lewdly at my milk-heavy tits. My milk gushes and swirls into the translucent violet goo, dissipating in creamy clouds as he nurses greedily from my tits.

  “Ohhhh, you’re such a hungry boy,” I cry, thrusting back against his slimy cock tentacles.

  “Bllloooooo,” he agrees, sucking harder and fucking me more urgently. Even when he is fucking me with great enthusiasm, there is no danger or pain. His liquid body is only pressure inside me, filling me with that cool, exquisite force and rippling inside me with his excitement. It drives me wild and before long I am cumming for him, my inner walls squeezing against his flowing slime.

  I howl with ecstasy, “Yes! Fuck me! Breed my pussy with your slime cum! Fill me with more of your slime babies!”

  There have been so very man slime babies. Every day he fucks me full of his wonderful cum and every night, my belly slightly swollen, I give birth to four or five cooing slime babies. Sometimes, I hold them to my breasts, nursing them and helping them grow with my milk. Sometimes, Bloo takes them from me and lowers them out of the hatch, freeing them immediately to go and make their lives. I know they will be alright, but I prefer to get to know them first.

  All the pregnancy has kept my milk flowing heavily. Bloo like to drink and drink, slurping at my nipples and slowly growing larger thanks to my plentiful cream.

  In the throes of my latest orgasm, I feel my slime lover’s cocks growing larger, warmer, and more solid.

  “Ooooh, yes, that’s right, my love,” I croon. “Cum for me! Fill me with your cum! Yessssss! I can feel it welling up inside me! Cum! CUMMMMMM!”

  I wail in ecstasy as my beloved slimy lover erupts into my pussy and my ass with massive, hot gushes of his cum. I feel the tingling in my womb as his seed instantly takes hold. I feel that renewed burst of happiness as once again my tender cunt is claimed by the amorous slime. My pussy clamps down tightly around his spurting cock and my ass milks spurt after spurt of his hot, heavy cum.

  “You’ve become such a whore,” says a familiar male voice. “I am so very happy to see that this slime decided to mate with you instead of eating you.”

  Zimon steps out of the darkness, a faint shimmering glow shielding his body from any danger from my lover. Bloo’s cocks slip from my freshly-fucked hole and I feel the warm cream pouring from my pussy and ass and splashing onto the floor between my knees. I lift my sweat-soaked face to smile weakly at Zimon.

  “Yes, I love him so much,” I gasp. “He fucks me… oooooohhh…”

  I lose my train of thought as Bloo’s sucking tentacle pop free of my breasts. Red rings of suction surround my areolas. My thick nipples are raw, red, and dripping with my milk.

  “Yes, well, congratulations on being a mother,” says Zimon. “Your presence here explains why this level of my dungeon is completely overrun with slimes. I had to move the werewolf and the mimic out to keep them from being gobbled up by all the slimes.”

  “So many?” I laugh, my face deeply flushed.

  “Too many,” says Zimon. “I think it is time you and all of your misbegotten spawn find a new home.”

  “Bbllllllooooo?” The slime burbles, wrapping me up in tentacles and pulling my protectively against his bulk.

  “Yes, you as well,” says Zimon. “You have served your purpose. I will keep the largest of your children to restock my dungeon. A few of the smaller ones as pets, perhaps. Slimes are quite useful in the laboratory if they can be trained. But the rest of you will have to go.”

  “W-where will you send us?” I ask, squirming my hips to encourage Bloo to resume fucking me. A moment later, I feel a slimy cock pushing at the entrance to my pussy. I moan as it slides easily into my cum-drenched depths.

  “I have prepared a new lair for you in the Stonetill Swamp. It’s not far from here and there is a lovely system of caves, warm, wet air, and lots of little beasties for hungry slimes to eat.”

  “It sounds, ooohhh, wonderful,” I gasp, gyrating my hips and fucking back against Bloo’s flowing cock. “We can have as many babies as we want?”

  “You will be far enough from any settlement that it will be many years before anyone notices the swamp is full of slimes,” says Zimon. “If some unfortunate traveler happens upon you, well, they’ll just be another tasty morsel for your children and your mate.”

  “Ohhhhh,” I gasp, fucking back more vigorously against Bloo’s cock. My raunchy, cum-stuffed pussy slurps and slides against his slimy tentacle of love. I buck with sudden pleasure, my milky tits flicking droplets in Zimon’s direction. They sizzle as they splash against his protective barrier. “Yes! It sounds like heaven!”

  “Wonderful!” Zimon laughs, clapping his hands together. “I am so glad to see the two of you happy. Farewell, Beatrix. Oh…” Zimon leans close to my face as Bloo continues to plunder my pussy. He lowers his voice to a whisper and says, “I should probably warn you that slimes are very unsentimental. You should hope there is plentiful food for him in the swamp. If he becomes too hungry he will have no qualms about eating his mate.”

  “W-what?” I gasp.

  “Farewell!” Zimon laughs and disappears in a flash of light.

  The feeling of alarm fades as the pleasure returns. An orgasm ripples through me. Bloo’s cock plunges through the thick, frothing spunk filling my pussy. I laugh at the thought of ending up as dinner for the slime. For some reason, the idea doesn’t bother me.

  So long as my mate is happy.

  THE END

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  The ancient canal

  The glowing orb skims above the water’s surface, lighting an arched tunnel constructed of glistening brickwork stones and reflecting from the canal that nearly fills its width. The water is such a dark shade of green that it gives up no secrets about what might lurk beneath the surface. And the water is cold. Wading through the water isn’t exactly making me feel relaxed.

  Nellie slows and doubles over, her breasts almost hanging in the water. I walk over to her and rub her back through her robe.

  “What is it?” I ask, brush a lock of damp hair from her face.

  “That mimic,” she says. “It…it got inside me. He was making me feel so good and I never wanted to leave. A part of me…still wants to go back.”

  “But you did leave, Nellie, and you can’t go back,” I reply, urging her to stand up straight. I lift her chin with my fingers and her blue eyes quiver with emotion.

  “I am never making it out of this dungeon,” she whispers. “One way or another, this place will beat me. I am not strong like you, Beatrix.”

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sp; I squeeze her shoulders and tell her the truth, “You’re the strong one, Nellie. Your light shows the way in every sense. And I know I wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”

  She hugs me tightly, squeezing her soft breasts against me and burying her face against my shoulder. I rub her back and tell her, “We’ll get out of here together, Nellie. Always together. But we need to keep moving.”

  “I know,” she says, wiping her tears with her fingers. “Do you think you could lead the way for a bit?”

  “Of course,” I say, giving her another reassuring squeeze. “You just follow my lead.”

  I forge ahead through the dark water of the canal with the globe floating ahead of me. Nellie falls a few steps behind, her gaze searching the shadows and her head jerking towards every skittering lizard and clattering pebble. It seems like we have walked for hours. My legs are numb in the cold water and my movements seem sluggish. A rush of water echoes faintly in the distant tunnel ahead.

  “Beatrix,” whispers Nellie, pressing against my back. “Beatrix, there is something in the water with us.”

  “What?” I stop and look behind us, but I see no sign of anything moving even after our wakes die away. “Are you sure?”

  “I am certain,” says Nellie and she shifts the glowing orb behind us. For a moment, I see a fleeting darkness beneath the water’s surface. It is like a shadow melting away in the sunlight. I cannot discern the shape, but it seems larger than us.

  “I see it,” I whisper. I take Nellie’s hand. “We need to keep moving.”

  We begin to splash through the water. Even with my numb legs, I begin to run, pulling Nellie along behind me. The globe is ahead of us again, but when I glance behind us I can see that formless shadow still pursuing us through the canal. One moment it seems to be a huge fish, the next a crocolid, and then its shape spreads like an ink stain and becomes meaningless again. No part of it ever breaches the surface of the canal.

  The roar of rushing water comes to fill the canal tunnel. Something slimy brushes my leg and I cry out, running headlong towards that echoing roar. The darkness is spreading in the water behind us, tendrils of black reaching out under the water, brushing our legs and curling around our ankles.

  “Faster!” I cry.

  “Beatrix!” Nellie screams in terror.

  I glimpse churning white water and then the floor is falling away under our feet and we are being sucked down, falling, separating, plunging into deep, dark water. The light of the globe guides me back to the surface, gasping for air. It hangs in the air where we fell from the canal into some deep basin of water, its light illuminating a large echoing chamber with a domed ceiling. I manage to swim onto a tile shore and in the shadows I can see more of those damned columns we have been seeing everywhere in this level. Like the signature mark of the artist that created this terrible place.

  “Nellie!” I shout, my voice echoing in the huge chamber. “Nellie, where are you!?”

  I see her faintly under the water, arms struggling weakly and bubbles issuing from her mouth as she twists and turns in the current of the falling water. Beyond her, in the chop of the waterfall, I see that same dark shape that pursued us reaching out towards Nellie.

  I dive into the lagoon without hesitation, swimming to her even as the darkness spreads around her. I grab her under her arms. Her robe is torn open and her breasts are heaving free. She is drowning. I kick out at the darkness and manage to pull her to the surface. She isn’t breathing until I pull her to the shore and thump her on the back. Water gurgles out of her lungs and she wakes, sputtering and gasping, turning over onto her hands and choking out more water.

  She barely has time to recover before the darkness finally emerges from the water. Translucent violet stalks rise from beneath the surface near the tiled shore and dark organs like unblinking eyes take shape atop them. It stares at us and shapeless creepers of violet flesh reach towards us. It heaves itself onto the shore like a giant amoeba, extending its body in a pseudopod and gathering its mass behind it.

  “A zyggoth,” coughs Nellie, backing away from it. “They can… can paralyze and devour. And some of them are even…”

  “Blllloooooo?” The cooing voice comes from the slime. A bear-sized mass has gathered on the shore and strange organs can be seen swirling within its translucent body. The stalks retract into this body and shift to form a sort of crude face. “Blooooo?” It burbles softly and reaches out its tentacles towards us.

  “Sentient,” says Nellie. “They’re intelligent.”

  “This thing has a brain?” I stare in a mixture of disgust and amazement.

  “No, not really, but they are created magically, so they have a simple spirit inhabiting their bodies.” She wipes water from her face and tries to pull up her torn bodice. “Sometimes they try to communicate.”

  The slime slides a little closer to us and extrudes an appendage like a tentacle. With a soft slurp of shifting goo, it forms the tip of this tentacle into a crude version of a penis. It then waves this back and forth in our direction.

  “I think it’s trying to communicate,” I chuckle. “I think he’s asking us to have fun.”

  “Blooooooo!” The slime burbles insistently and begins to extend its pseudopodia towards us, shifting its gooey body in our direction.

  “I am not sure it is asking,” says Nellie, scooting backwards on the tiles.

  I feel for my sword and I am relieved to find it still secured to my hip. I draw it from its sheath, though I am not certain how much good it will do against the zyggoth’s formless body.

  “Aiiiiieee!” Nellie squeals as a tendril of slime reaches her toes. She kicks away, scooting back farther. More of the tendrils are spreading out towards us as the slime heaves its gelatinous body fully out of the water.

  What should I do?

  Guard against the slime

  Use a Finesse Attack

  Use a Power Attack

  Try to talk to the slime

  Tell Nellie to use her magic

  Flee from the slime

  Surrender meekly to the slime

  Surrender eagerly to the slime

  Use a Finesse Attack against the mimic

  The mimic is gruff and arrogant and he has my friend, but he doesn’t realize that he has showed his hand to me. Or tentacle, I guess. A lot of tentacles. I need to get close enough to deliver a killing blow and save Nellie while slicing my way through these tentacles. Leave nothing to chance. I need to disarm him.

  “I like it when you smile like that, sweetheart,” chuckles the mimic. “You know I’m gonna enjoy slurping you up and digesting you and your pretty friend together.”

  I ignore his foul remarks, weaving and dancing closer to him as his tentacles try to match my movements. I feint, as if I intend to approach him from the side, and I attack him from the front. My blade flashes with quick, precise swings and I sever three pink and one purple tentacles.

  “Ahhhhhhh!” The mimic roars with fury. “You bitch! That hurts! I’ll pull you apart before I melt you down inside me!”

  Tentacles shoot at me from every direction, driving straight like spears with the force of the mimic’s fury. I duck and dance, slicing through one tentacle after another, ducking to avoid one and turning to slice it off as it flies over my head. My blade flashes again and again until the mimic is reduced to howling and flailing with severed tentacles gushing purple ichor. I drive my sword into his evil eyes, prying out a pair of hand-sized rubies that clatter on the floor.

  “I can’t see anything!” The mimic roars and I see a nodule on the inside of his lid about the size of two fists held together. It must be some critical part of his anatomy. He continues to rage at me, “Get away! Stay back! I’ll give you your friend back!”

  “It’s too late for that,” I say, waiting for his lid to open again. “I’m going to set her free.”

  “No! I’ll crush her inside me! I’ll—”

  I spot the nodule again as his lid flaps open. I’m ready. I dr
ive the tip of my sword into his huge lid and pierce the nodule. It bursts like a sheep’s bladder full of wine, spraying thick, foul-smelling liquid in every direction. The flailing tentacles go limp. The mimic groans and his lid slams shut.

  “MMmmmhmmmhmmm!” Nellie’s cries from inside the chest are muffled.

  I try to lift the lid, but it is much heavier than it seemed. I manage to work my sword between the lid and the rest of the mimic and lever the lid open. With a push it swings all the way open, revealing the treasure – which is already decaying into golden sludge - and the pink membrane of the mimic’s digestive chamber. Nellie is inside, still writhing against the limp tentacles. I thought she was calling for help, but she’s complaining that the mimic has stopped fondling her.

  “Please, fuck me,” she moans. “God, I need it. Why did it stop? Put them back inside me?”

  I cut through the membrane and haul Nellie out of the insides of the monster. This vile chamber smells strangely good, like a freshly fucked cunt perfumed with rosewater. Nellie’s voluptuous body seems unharmed, but it is covered in slippery slime. She slides out of my grasp as I pull her out of the mimic and she lands on the stone floor with a wet slap.

  Nellie kicks her legs and runs her hands over her soft breasts as she flops onto her back. Her face is deeply flushed, her blue eyes seemingly out of focus. She reaches up for me, mewling with need.

  “Fuck me, please,” she gasps, grabbing at my legs and trying to pull me down with her. “Beatrix. I am burning up. I need to be fucked.”

  What should I do?

  Embrace Nellie and kiss her

  Slap Nellie to clear her mind