Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 4

by Amanda Clover

  “Then cum for us,” laughs Delfina.

  “Yessss,” I cry. “Give us that pirate spunk!”

  He pushes us together, my lips meeting Delfina’s once more over the slippery head of his cock. He thrusts upward, against our lips and tongues, through our stroking hands, and his cock throbs, pulses, and pumps out a massive gush of slimy seed into our mouths. Delfina and I moan together, sucking and slurping as our mouths fill with his massive load of cum. I swallow repeatedly and still there is more spurting out and dripping down our chins. I kiss Delfina over that spurting cock, sharing the taste between our tongues, feeling that tingling and numbness spread down my throat and into my belly.

  The cold comes as we are still wanking him and kissing over the spunk smeared head of his cock. It spreads from the depths of my belly and through every limb. My breath steams one last time from my mouth and my heart gives a final exhilarating thump. There is no pain, only a transition into something else. Blue light blooms in Delfina’s eyes. It flares in my own. We gaze at each other and then at Robert the Black and we all share a moment of laughter.

  It feels exhilarating. All my fears of being trapped in the dungeon are gone. I have joined the crew of The Savage Queen. I share the bed of my captain and her handsome lover. What more could I possibly want?

  “I want this cock inside me,” gasps Delfina as she climbs atop Robert, straddling his waist and lowering her slick cunny onto the unflagging head of his cock. I grasp the shaft, guiding him to her delicate furrow, helping to feed it inside her pussy and watching with envy as it stretches her wide. I lean in, kissing the firm curve of her buttocks and her back as she begins to ride his cock. I mage my way up her spine to her shoulders, reaching around her to cup and fondle her breasts as she bounces on Robert’s massive member.

  “As long as I get a turn,” I whisper to her, kissing her slender neck.

  “Yes, you must have a ride on this cock,” she pants, bouncing hard enough that her ass slaps against him. I crawl around her, turning Robert’s admiring gaze towards me and pressing a kiss to his lips. The warmth has left my flesh, but my kiss with the pirate is still scorching hot. I caress his muscular chest as Delfina rides faster and faster atop the mighty glistening pillar of his cock. Her gasps of pleasure come faster with every moment. Robert cups her firm bottom, squeezing and smacking it as she makes the bed shake with the force of her ride.

  “Yes! YES! Cumming!” cries Delfina. “Oh, gods, I am cumming for you, Robert!”

  “My love,” he gasps against my lips. “Oh, my sweet Delfina!”

  She lifts her face to the moldering ceiling, wailing with wordless pleasure as her body works to the pace of her orgasm, her hips rolling and her muscular tummy rippling. She leans her shoulders back and her perky tits shudder with the force of each ride down on Robert’s massive cock.

  Her pleasure spent, she collapses atop him, panting and laying her head upon his chest. He holds her in his arms as she slowly slips her pussy off his cock with a wet slurp.

  “Oh, Robert,” she purrs. “You have to share that magnificent cock with Beatrix here.”

  “Yes, share it with me,” I moan, reaching down to grab his cock. It’s still huge and slick with Delfina’s nectar. Apparently, he didn’t cum inside her while she was riding atop him.

  “I won’t refuse the request,” he says, his voice rumbling with amusement.

  He rolls Delfina off his body and sits up. He pulls me into his arms, kissing me and rubbing his cock against the slick folds of my pussy. I squirm eagerly, trying to get it to slide into my cunt, dragging my sensitive lips against his tip and spilling my honey all over his manhood. It twitches against me as he moans against my lips, but he adamantly refuses to slide his cock inside me.

  “Fuck me, pleeeeeease,” I whine.

  “Not like this,” he growls and rolls me beside Delfina. I cry out as he flips me onto my hands and knees. His huge cock is against my cunt in an instant. I lower my head and shoulders to the bed and lift my ass up. He grabs hold of my hips, moving them until his huge cockhead parts the swollen folds of my pussy. He thrusts into me slowly, drawing out his entrance and letting me truly experience that huge cock opening me up. It’s magnificent.

  “Oooooh, yes, isn’t it huge?” Delfina giggles, climbing in front of me and presenting her wet pussy to me. She combs her long fingers into my hair and adds, “Now put that tongue to good use. Your new captain needs some attention too.”

  I am lost in the raunchy pleasure of being fucked by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen and tonguing Delfina’s sweet pussy. She holds my face to her tan twat, jerking her hips and smearing my lips and chin with her juices. It’s hard to stay focused on the task of pleasuring her with Robert the Black’s huge fucksword impaling my fluttering cunt. I shudder and shake, gasping my pleasure against Delfina’s pussy.

  “Yesss! Mmmmmmmphmmmm! Yes!” I cry, tonguing her sweet cunt, sucking and kissing it, smothering myself in Delfina’s nectar as Robert fucks me towards an incredible orgasm. His grip tightens on my hips and he growls like a beast, slamming his hips against my ass and driving me to the brink of pleasure.

  “Take it!” he roars. “Take my seed, wench!”

  “Yesssss! Cum inside me!” I cry, throwing my ass back against his huge cock. His massive man meat jerks and twitches and I feel the strange cool rush of his seed into my undead womb. The light in my eyes flares brighter as I cum, sucking Delfina’s pussy to keep from screaming. My inner walls clamp tightly around him, squeezing and rippling against his cock to the rhythm of my intense pleasure.

  “Ohhhhh! Don’t stop!” cries Delfina, holding my moaning mouth against her mound. Her nectar spills into my mouth and down my chin as she contorts with pleasure.

  The bed shakes as Robert takes his last few powerful strokes into my cum-flooded pussy. He draws out slowly, his cock and my pussy both dripping with cum. Delfina releases my face from between her golden thighs and I kiss her for a moment, squeezing out more of Robert’s cum. Delfina and I turn our attention from each other to Robert’s cock. It’s starting to go soft.

  We’ll see to that with our eager fingers and tongues. We can fuck him all night and day.

  We can fuck him forever.

  CONTINUE >

  Index

  A drinking game with Delfina

  Swimming with the swaugins

  Tangling with the tentacles of the abhorreth

  Fencing with the ghost pirates

  In the captain’s cabin

  Mishanna Shadowstride portrait

  Uncensored cover art

  Talk to the abhorreth

  Since Zimon trapped me in this insane dungeon, I have been having conversations with the strangest creatures. Lord Splugwyrth is the strangest yet. Can I even negotiate with a creature that can read my mind? I must try. I certainly can’t hack my way to freedom with my sword. That would never work.

  “Mighty Splugwyrth,” I say. “I beg you to let me pass. That is my friend’s ship and she is trying to take it back from, um, whatever those things are that have taken it over.”

  “Spirits,” purrs the voice in my mind. “Eternal and inhabiting the cold bodies of the dead. They are not much for conversation, at least not with me, though one fell into the lagoon and is stuck down at the bottom. I occasionally prod him or poke him. He seems unconcerned with his plight.”

  “Yeah, well, Delfina is pretty determined to get her ship back from those, but she needs my help.”

  “Does she now?” He laughs in my mind and his huge mouth makes an audible sucking sound at the surface. “She seemed quite eager to abandon you to my clutches. I worry that you will meet your end on that ship, fair Beatrix. No, you should remain with me. Submit and become my mind slave. I will be very nice to you.”

  A tentacle approaches me. It is different than the others currently wrapping the gangway, thick and with a spade-shaped tip that curls slightly downward. Loathsome slime drips from its surface and bands of colors shift and change up t
o the tip. It waves back and forth like a hooded snake ready to strike.

  “What is that?” I demand, forcing myself to look away from it.

  “That is my mind siphon,” purrs Lord Splugwyrth. “With it, I will devour your thoughts and memories and transform you into a happy, obedient servant. Vestiges of your identity will remain, but you will belong to me completely.”

  The spade-shaped tail moves closer and I step back. “Not so fast! I haven’t agreed to that.”

  “Oh, my dear, but I will caress your soft human body. I will give you pleasure day and night.” Tiny tentacles slither into my trousers and lash softly at my arms. I pull away from them, but not before they spread their slime onto my flesh. It is cool at first touch but becomes warm after a moment. That warmth seeps into my core, throbbing in my pussy. Tentacles rise from the other side of the gangway. These are gray and thick, slimy, with no suckers, but with swollen pink cocks at the tip. These phalluses are impressive specimens for a human male, but with a fleshy fringe around the crown and thick nodules along the shaft. “Or perhaps you would prefer to mate with me. I will fill you with my seed, sweet, Beatrix, and your verdant womb will bear my son.”

  “I cannot do that,” I say, though the idea sends throbbing need through my depths. “But I could pleasure you, mighty Lord Splugwyrth. My hands and mouth could satisfy your lust.”

  “Oh, I see that is what you desire,” he chuckles. “You wonder what my cum will taste like. You think you will spit it but are curious to swallow it. A very dirty girl, Beatrix. I like that.”

  The cock tentacles and the mind siphon reach closer to me. The abhorreth’s foul body heaves against the gangway, making it shake and creak against his massive body.

  “Submit to me, Beatrix, and I will give you what you crave,” he says.

  But what do I crave? I’m not even sure. My mind is buzzing with the abhorreth’s psychic power and the churning desire in my core. I want to give in to his demands, I want to bear his son, become his slave, and I want to escape.

  What should I do?

  Refuse the abhorreth’s offer and attack

  Let the abhorreth enslave my mind

  Offer to pleasure Lord Splugwyrth with my hands and mouth

  Trick the abhorreth into mating with my ass

  Use Delfina as a distraction

  Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the beautiful captain, my instinct is to use my sword and fight these horny fishmen. But five on two are long odds and you never know how many more might be lurking in the cove. We need something to confuse them. We need a distraction.

  “Delfina,” I whisper, swinging my sword threateningly at the swaugins to keep them at bay. “I have an idea, but you are not going to like it.”

  “Out with it,” she says.

  “Make a distraction,” I say. “Do whatever it takes to get their attention. All their attention.”

  She glances at me, her brow furrowed with anger. “You had better know what you are doing, landlubber,” she hisses.

  When it comes to swaugins, I have no idea what I’m doing, but I have fought a fair few monsters climbing up the levels of this dungeon. With Nellie by my side, I learned I could rely on my companion to distract the monsters. My hope is that Delfina can be just as distracting as a busty blonde elf.

  Delfina turns back to the swaugins and brandishes her cutlass. She screams with rage and charges straight at them, swinging wildly, her sword flashing in the sunlight as it sweeps back and forth. One of the swaugins topples over to keep from having his head lopped off. Another desperately parries with his trident. She has the attention of all five fishmen. I make my move, creep around the group, my sword low so it won’t catch the sun.

  “Have at you!” shouts Delfina. “I’ll make filets of the lot of you! Swaugin steaks on the galley fire! Serve them up to the whole crew to celebrate my return!”

  Despite her boasting, I can see that the swaugins are recovering from their initial shock. One of the creatures thrusts his trident and trips her up. She stumbles, off-balance, and they grab her without even bother with a net. One fishman holds her arms to immobilize them. Another makes a loud hissing sound, reaching in to grope her pert breasts and pop open her blouse to reveal them. Two others massage her firm bottom and between her legs. They begin to attempt to remove her trousers even as she struggles.

  I almost wind up distracted myself as I see the swaugin cocks starting to slither out of their loins. The glistening white cocks are banded with ridges so that they almost look like worms, yet I feel almost envious of Delfina as they rub them against her body, dragging down her trousers and sliding their cocks against her thighs and creamy golden ass.

  Much as I might enjoy watching the beautiful captain being fucked by the fishmen, I must act! I slip behind the leader of the fishmen and wrap my arm around him as he is fondling Delfina’s breasts. I press one edge of my sword to his throat and he stiffens against me.

  “Let her go!” I shout. “Let her go or I slit your throat! Tell them!”

  The swaugin hisses and clicks to his comrades. They release Delfina and retreat a few steps from her. She starts pulling her clothing back on with an angry look on her face.

  “I thought you were going to leave me to these things!” she snaps.

  “Tell them to back into the cove!” I shout to the swaugin. “Back into the cove and do not try to come out or you are painting the beach red.”

  Their leader relays my words, or close enough to my words, and the swaugins back into the surf and slip under the water. I pull the swaugin leader with us up the beach and towards the waterfall. The roar of the plunging falls grows louder and louder. The swaugin grows more agitated, perhaps disliking how far we are from the water.

  “Go!” I shout to him, shoving him away.

  “Only want to hang out!” says the swaugin bitterly as he stumbles away from us.

  “Yeah! Right!” shouts Delfina. “Hang your cocks out, maybe! Go fuck a turtle!”

  “Nice,” I laugh.

  “Don’t go smiling at me, landlubber,” she says, prodding my left breast with a fingertip. “You nearly got me bent over and fucked by a gang of swaugins.”

  “Worked, didn’t it?” I say.

  “Only reason I’m not shoving you into that cove,” she says. “Now, come on, my ship is waiting behind that waterfall. There is a freshwater lagoon in there and the swaugins hate freshwater. We won’t be seeing them again.”

  I run after her, bound for the dark entrance visible behind the mists of the waterfall. Despite Delfina’s confidence, I have an ominous feeling about what we will find in that lagoon.

  CONTINUE >

  Surrender eagerly to the swaugins

  I cannot take my gaze from the swaugins and their sleek, muscular bodies. Their long, powerful limbs and webbed hands excite a lust in my I could not have imagined before entering this dungeon. Now I know it. This is my place. Each monster has been an opportunity to find a mate and I have found mine. These handsome fishmen deserve me and I deserve them. I see the tips of their pale white cocks poking out of slits in their loins, perhaps sensing the heat in my cunt and my welling desire to be mated.

  “We should mate with them,” I say to Delfina.

  “What? No, I’ll never get my ship back!”

  I take a step towards the swaugins and Delfina grabs my shoulder and tries to pull me back. I shake off her hand.

  “You’ve gone mad,” she says. “Keep them busy then. I have more important things to do.”

  She turns to run towards the waterfall. I’ve already forgotten about her. My full attention is on the swaugin leader and his four companions. I toss my sword down forcefully and it impales the sand. I stride towards the swaugin leader, confident and brimming with desire, my hands already unbuttoning my blouse as the wind stirs my dark hair.

  “Hang out?” asks the swaugin leader, cocking his head to the side.

  “Oh, I want to do a bit more than hang out,” I say, striding up to him as I s
hed my blouse. The other swaugins hiss and click with excitement at the size of my pert breasts and stiff, pink nipples. I press my body against their leader, feeling the smoothness of his scales when I rub upward and the roughness of them when I rub downward. It’s a teasing, plucking sensation that crackles into my core. I caress the swaugin leader’s muscular shoulders. The swaugin leader shudders as I touch the gills on the sides of his neck and stroke the fin atop his head.

  He embraces me, just above my hips and I kiss him with great passion, my lips parting and my tongue sliding against his. I slip one hand down to his loins, feeling the slick shaft of his inhuman cock. It bulges between the rigid bands along its length. I stroke it with my fingers. I can smell its monstrous musk.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I moan against his lips as our tongues swirl together. I whisper to him, “I want to taste your cum.”

  “Seed into mouth?” He hisses uncertainly. “You have eggs in mouth?”

  “No, silly, just a tummy.” I step back, stroking his cock as I admire his sleek body. “But you can go more than once, can’t you, big boy?”

  “Hang out two times?” He hisses. “Yes. Two times.”

  “Good boy,” I say, already going down to a squatting position in front of him. I admire his monstrous cock up close, my hand working his shaft from the slit where it emerges from his blue-gray body up to the small ridge at the tip just before the slit that is leaking with swaugin precum.

  I part my lips and run my tongue beneath that last ridge, tasting the strong, briny flavor of the swaugin’s precum before I wrap my lips around his tip. He hisses with pleasure as I slide him into my mouth. His cock presses my tongue down and I slide him against my throat, swallowing the oozing pre and making my eyes water with the effort. My soft lips glide along his slimy length as I bob my mouth on his cock. There is no escaping the fishy taste or smell, but my saliva washes the worst of it away and I lose myself in the act of pleasuring the muscular fishman.