Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 4

by Amanda Clover

  “Yessssss,” he hisses, his strokes slowing. “Oh, yes, pretty human Bea. I give clutch.”

  His cock finally slides from my creamy pussy and warm swaugin spunk trickles from my folds. I moan and roll slowly onto my bag, my thighs parted and my milk-smeared tits heaving as I pant to catch my breath. Clifford, being a big scaly sweetie, gives me a kiss on the lips before he goes. Bravo just hisses goodbye and slips through the membrane and into Shadow Cove.

  “Love getting it good up my arse,” laughs Delfina, massaging her well-fucked hole. “Want to come and give it a kiss?”

  “Not right now,” I say, flushed and smiling. “Still in the afterglow. I thought I might go for a swim and—”

  Bright violet light flares in our lair, so all-consuming that I can even see through my eyelids. It fades away and a human figure is left standing in our midst.

  Zimon Fendriss smiles as he stands over us. He is just as I remember him, which is to say that he is infuriatingly handsome and well-dressed.

  “Hello, my lovelies,” he says, admiring our naked bodies. He sniffs the air and wrinkles his nose. “Ah! What is that musk? It’s as if fish have been spawning. And what are these?” He pokes the chandelier of strands of glowing eggs and they swing and jiggle. Some of the older swaugin spawn swirl excitedly in the eggs.

  “What do you want?” asks Delfina, an edge of hostility in her voice.

  “Don’t take that tone with me, Delfina,” scolds Zimon, violet magic crackling between his fingers. “I come bearing good news! I have found a new home for you and your fishy lovers. A beautiful island in the Sea of Sargasso. Lots of kelp. Plenty of fish to eat. Very few humans to bother you.”

  “It sounds wonderful,” I say dreamily.

  “Yes, I thought so,” says Zimon, stroking my head.

  “What about my ship?” asks Delfina.

  “That old barge? I’m afraid it’s out of action, my sweet. Your pirate friends failed to keep it up. Will never sail again.” He brushes a bit of dust from his robes and then smiles at Delfina. “But you wouldn’t want to leave your swaugin friends, would you?”

  “N-no,” she says and frowns. “No, I want to stay with them forever.”

  “Good,” says Zimon, sliding open his robe. “You can have exactly that and to thank me, I think I should have a reward.”

  He takes out his cock and I cannot help but feel my mouth begin to water. He strokes his stiff length and beckons us toward him. What can I do? I hate him almost as much as Delfina, but when a hunky wizard shows me his nice cock, I am going to have to suck on that thing. I start crawling towards him, my huge breasts swinging beneath me.

  “You’re unbelievable, Beatrix,” says Delfina, rolling her eyes at me. “He imprisoned us here!”

  Sure, she says that now, but once I have Zimon’s cock in my mouth she isn’t going to be able to resist joining in. Maybe she can suck on his bollocks. Or just kiss me over his cute pink cockhead. We’ll figure it out. It’s what we do now.

  We’re breeding sluts.

  THE END

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  Use Finesse Attacks against the abhorreth

  Oh, no, I did not come all this way to let a psychic squid drag me into a lagoon and pound me senseless. Anger overwhelms my fear, but it is anger I can tame. Anger I can use to fuel precise, rapid attacks on the numerous tentacles of the abhorreth blocking my path to The Savage Queen. I am making it through this if for no other reason than to slap Delfina in the face, that backstabbing bitch.

  “Please,” purrs Lord Splugwyrth, “do not force me to harm you, Beatrix Ardora.”

  I draw my sword from its sheath with a reassuring rasp of metal. It flashes silver in the light dancing from the surface of the black lagoon.

  “You can beg,” I say, “but I’m still going to slice and dice you like calamari if you don’t get out of my way!”

  Not that I’ve had calamari. Not many squids in Lesser Crudridge. But I read books and somehow, somewhere, people like the taste of tentacles. Not me. Not today! With a defiant cry, I resume my advance along the gangway, my boots thumping the rotten boards as the abhorreth’s tentacles rise to meet me.

  Slender, translucent tentacles like dozens of tiny worms lash at my lower legs. I leap over them and lop an arm’s length off a thick gray tentacle with pink suckers on its underside.

  The abhorreth blasts my mind with psychic noise, whether intentionally or because of the pain I am inflicting, I’m not sure, but it staggers me for a moment. One of the muscular, sucker-covered tentacles wraps around my left arm. I switch my sword to a one-handed grip and slide my blade through the tentacle like cutting warm butter. The end of the tentacle is still stuck to my arm, gushing purple blood from its severed end as length of it slips back into the lagoon.

  More tentacles assail me, but each time I either lop off the tip or poke them with the tip of my sword and cause them to recoil in pain.

  “You awful creature!” Lord Splugwyrth heaves his boneless body against the underside of the gangway, lifting it and breaking it open beneath me. The gap between the piece I am on and the piece leading to the ship is widening by the moment. I ignore the screaming in my mind and sprint for the fissure. I throw myself desperately into the air, vaulting over the reaching tentacles of every description. I even see a tentacle tipped with a glistening pink cock trying to stab at me.

  They all miss. I clear the gap and land hard on the gangway, nearly pitching over into the lagoon, but straightening my path and continuing my run. The abhorreth screams with fury, but his power over me wanes as I leave him flailing in the lagoon. The last oily tendrils of his will relinquish their grip on my mind as I approach the rope ladder dangling from the moldering flank of The Savage Queen. It’s a long way up the ship’s bulging timbers. I sheath my sword and grab the slimy ropes, hook my foot into the net, and begin my climb.

  I pull myself up to the gunwale and drop over onto the deck of a misty, eerily quiet ship that belongs to the dead. I might be mad at Delfina, but I will be damned if I lose another comrade to the horrors of Zimon’s dungeon.

  CONTINUE >

  Surrender meekly to the pirates

  I tremble with fear at the sight of these two deathless pirates and their glowing blue eyes. I could scarcely conceive encountering unholy creatures such as this a few short weeks ago. Now, I realize, this will be my fate for as long as I can endure in this nightmare dungeon of Zimon’s creation. I will encounter horror after horror that I could scarcely imagine until I am ultimately defeated by some slavering monster with wild eyes and a stiff cock.

  Rollo and Skeff clearly have the stiff cocks and their glowing eyes could be conceived of as wild. But they aren’t slavering monsters. And at least they are in the shape of men. Perhaps this is the best I can hope for.

  I lower my sword and the pirates exchange a glance. My mind is made up. Cold fear has crystallized into grim acceptance. I gaze down at the rotten deck of the ship and say, “I surrender.”

  “Yeah? You give up?” Skeff steps closer, testing me with a clang of his sword against mine. “Drop the sword then, wench. I don’t want to spend days reattaching my head to my neck.”

  “Y-yes,” I say and toss my sword at my feet. Rollo kicks it away and sends it skidding down the stairs and into the hold of the ship.

  “Now get your togs off,” says Rollo.

  “Yeah,” agrees Skeff. “Let’s see your cunny.”

  I begin to undress, but not quickly enough for the randy pirates. They push my hands aside and pull and tear at my blouse and my trousers. Rollo gets my top off and lets out a gleeful laugh, grabbing my breasts in his cold, pudgy hands. He squeezes my mounds and pinches my nipples. Not so much cruel as excited. He dips his head down, licking and slobbering on my nipples, smacking wet kisses over my breasts, and engulfing an entire areola to suck on the soft flesh of one breast before moving to the other. His mouth is so cold and slimy, it’s disturbing, but it also feels good and my body’s r
esponse cannot be denied.

  While Rollo is having his way with my pert breasts, his lanky comrade drags my trousers down from my hips and down my thighs. Skeff runs his long, bony fingers over my cunt and I whimper with pleasure. His touch is cold and rough. His fingers part my folds and he thrusts a long digit inside me.

  “Warm as a fresh meat pie,” he chuckles. “And a healthy bush fine as silk. Oh, but I’ll get my tongue up that cunny.”

  “Mmmmmphhmmm!” Rollo lifts his face from my spit-smeared breasts. “I bet it’s a sweet one! I’d suck the sweat from her arse!”

  “Gods!” I cry out at what they are doing to me and saying about me.”

  Skeff immediately goes down to his knees and pulls one of my creamy legs over his shoulder. He presses his tongue to my cunt and his long nose into the dark tuft of hair above my cunt. I wail in a mixture of pleasure and humiliation as he licks and sucks hungrily at my pussy. Rollo, seemingly jealous of his comrade, turns my hips and goes down to a crouch behind me. He spreads my ass with his pudgy fingers and a moment later I feel the cool, wet stroking of his tongue at the clench of my asshole. My face burns with same, but my body burn with pleasure as I am assaulted from both sides by the tongues of the lewd pirates.

  “Mmmmmm! Salty with sweat!” moans Rollo, licking at my tender divot.

  “Sweet as can be!” murmurs Skeff, his words vibrating against my clit.

  They moan and lick. They thrust their tongues into my holes and hold me immobile with their hold hands on my legs and ass. Their drool drips from my flesh and their cold tongues drive icy spikes of pleasure into me until my legs begin to shake.

  My cry of pleasure echoes in the vastness of the cavern. I close my eyes and try to escape that place and embrace my pleasure. Somehow, this only makes it worse. I can see their faces looming up from my imagination. I can feel their cold hands spreading my thighs and the firm cheeks of my ass as if they’ll open me like a door that never closes. Their tongues squirm deep inside me as I begin to cum. Hot ripples of pleasure roll through my body from my core. I rest a hand on Rollo’s bald head trapping him against my ass and a hand on Skeff’s greasy hair and I fuck against them both. I surrender my soul to the pleasure they are driving into my body.

  But surrendering utterly to them and to the pleasure is not the end for me. They wrestle me down to the deck, on my hands and knees. I don’t resist them as I pant and shudder with aftershocks of my ecstasy. Rollo kneels in my face, presenting his thick, stubby cock to me and guiding me to it with a hand on the back of my head. My tongue tastes his salty precum and I part my lips and begin to suck him. Rollo groans and guides me up and down on his stubby fuckmeat.

  While I’m sucking Rollo, Skeff moves behind me. The tall, lean pirate wanks his cock against my ass, slapping it on my firm cheeks and rubbing it in my spit-wet crack. He teases the folds of my cunt with his cockhead, sliding it in just enough to part my cuntlips and then pull it back again. I moan like an animal, sucking Rollo even harder and wiggling my hips to encourage Skeff to fuck me. I no longer care about anything other than being fucked by the two pirates.

  “Give it to me,” I gasp around Rollo’s fat cock. “Plllease.”

  “Oh, but she’s gaggin’ for it, Skeff,” laughs Rollo. “Better give it to her!”

  “Aye! I’ll give it to her pink pussy! I’ll give it to her DEEP!” He slams his cock into my pussy, hilting in me with such force that I end up with Rollo’s fat cock stuffed in my throat. I don’t even mind. I wrap my lips tighter around it, sucking and moaning as Skeff grabs my waist and fucks me hard and fast. His bony hips slam against me. He rides my ass and slaps his bollocks against my clit each time he buries his full length in my shuddering channel.

  “Mmmmmmmmm!” I moan around Rollo’s cock. He’s so deep I’m licking his big, hairless gray balls. I’m massaging him with my throat and swallowing his tingling precum. I want more! I crave it. I look up at him, my eyes watering, my head bouncing with the force of Skeff’s strokes deep into my pussy. My breasts swing and splash with each thrust, winding me tighter and tighter until I am on the very edge and whining around the fat cock in my throat.

  “Ohhhh, balls of the demons! She’s gonna get it!” Roll cries out, grasping my head tightly and fucking into my mouth.

  “ARRRRRR! I cannot hold it back either!” shouts Skeff, pounding hard into my pussy.

  We build and build until we reach our peak together. Cum blasts down my throat from Rollo’s twitching cock. It spurts in cold, thick gushes into the depths of my pussy. And I climax with them, clutching at their thrusting cock and swallowing down the heavy load of spunk from Rollo. My pleasure transcends the physical ecstasy. My body goes numb and cold. My eyes begin to glow with unholy blue light. I exult as I continue cumming, no longer held back by the constraints of mortality. My body is cold. My soul is cursed.

  In the throes of ecstasy, my life force leaves me and I join the crew of The Savage Queen.

  CONTINUE >

  Join them in the bed

  Robert the Black is eerily handsome and glow or in his eyes or not, that huge bulge in his trousers is making me awfully curious. I watch Delfina’s fingers tease over the lump, watch it shift under her touch, and I know I must have some of it.

  Delfina sees the change in my expression and giggles as she turns back to Robert, kissing him playfully.

  “She can’t keep away,” she whispers.

  “After how long I’ve been waiting,” murmurs Robert, “help from a second woman would be appreciated.”

  He belts one arm around Delfina’s slender waist, pulling her tightly against him. Her lithe body molds against him like she was made for that purpose. He spreads his other arm wide, inviting me to take a similar position on the other side of his body. Laughing, Delfina claps her hand against his muscular midsection.

  “Come on, Beatrix, let’s warm this cold body up!”

  Just perverse enough to send a thrill through me. I climb onto the foot of the bed, kicking off my boots as I crawl against Robert’s cold arm. He wraps his grasp around me, rest a big hand on my hip and giving my bottom a good squeeze.

  “Two beauties just for me,” he chuckles. “What have I done to deserve this?”

  “You waited,” says Delfina, teasing a finger up his chest to his chin. She turns his faces to hers and plants a soft, teasing kiss on his lips.

  I nuzzle closer to him, kissing his shoulder until he breaks the kiss with Delfina and offers his lips to me. My kiss is tentative, delicate, just a butterfly landing against his lips and fluttering away again. They are still warm from Delfina’s kiss. He laughs and pulls me tighter, squeezing my ass again and planting a passionate kiss on my lips. I yield to him and his slick tongue slides into my mouth.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I moan against his lips, my warm tongue swirling against his cold, slimy tongue. Delfina sits up, watching me kiss her pirate lover as she unlaces her bodice and frees her pert golden breasts and brown nipples. I reach a hand across Robert’s muscular chest and stroke Delfina’s soft mound. His hand joins mine, squeezing and caressing, pinching and rolling.

  “Let’s compare,” growls the pirate, pulling open the buttons of my blouse and running his other hand beneath the soft fabric. I moan as he cups and squeezes my right breast and then my left. He pinches my stiff buds just hard enough to send little pulses of pleasure shooting to my clit.

  Delfina and I crawl up higher in Robert’s embrace, thrusting our breasts against both sides of his face. Giggling, smothering the pirate, were are rewarded for our efforts with his kisses moving back and forth between us.

  “Ohhh, his tongue is cold!” I giggle.

  “Mine isn’t,” says Delfina, leaning across his face to give me a deep, swirling kiss. I answer her eagerly, lips smacking and soft moans escaping my lips as my tongue fences with hers. The only distraction from the intensity of that kiss is Robert’s tongue flicking against my nipples. Delfina suffers the same distraction a moment later as he begins teasing her brown
buds.

  “Delfina,” I gasp against her lips. “I want to see what he has in his pants.”

  “Oooh, you’ll be impressed,” she laughs. “Let’s have a look.”

  We crawl together down his muscular body, kneeling facing his cock with our firm rears to either side of his face. He caresses and smacks our bottoms as we work to unbutton his trousers. Delfina reaches inside them and draws out the biggest human cock I have ever seen. It must be as big and thick as my forearm, veins and gray, but capped with a huge purpling cockhead. I watch in awe as Delfina works her hand on his thick shaft from his bollocks up to his fat tip, producing a trickle of oily precum.

  “Oh, gods,” I moan, leaning over and giving his tip a lick. His slick pre is strongly salty on my tongue and makes my mouth tingle. Delfina laughs, pushing on the back of my head and wanking his cock more vigorously.

  “I think she’s hungry for it,” she says, apparently to Robert. I can’t see, because I’m busy stuffing his huge cock into my mouth, stretching my lips around it and moaning as I take him as deep as I can into my mouth.

  “So warm,” groans Robert.

  “Let me warm your balls too,” purrs Delfina, turning her head and leaning lower to lick and suck on her lover’s cum-heavy balls. I can see her pink tongue working as I slide my stretched lips up and down on Robert’s cock. Spit leaks from the corners of my stretched mouth, mingling with his precum to make his twitching cock glisten.

  Delfina moans as she pops his wet bollocks from her mouth. She licks her way up his shaft to where I am bobbing and slurping on his cockhead. Our lips meat around that fat purple tip, tongues swirling together, sharing the salty buzz of his precum. Our mouths are getting numb there is so much of it to spread between us in a sloppy, wet, slurping kiss.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh! Can’t stand much more of that, lovelies,” moans Robert, resting a hand on each of our heads.