Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 4

by Amanda Clover

  “So warm and pull with mouth!” hisses the swaugin leader, barely making sense. His comrades gather around me, encircling me, rubbing their cocks against my shoulders and arms as they wank themselves. I keep my attention focused on the leader, but I spare my hands, fumbling about until I find two slimy cocks to stroke as I use my mouth on their leader.

  Wanking without looking over, I continue to bob and slurp whorishly upon the cock of the swaugin leader. He cradles my head with one webbed hand and begins to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth with the bulging fishiness of his cock.

  “Mmmmmmmm!” I moan around him, sucking urgently, eager for his seed. To my surprise, it is the swaugin in my left hand that cums first. He lets out a hiss like a boiling kettle and sprays warm ropes of spunk onto my shoulder, back, and arm. The desperate swaugin thrusts through my fingers until he has spent himself.

  The leader, perhaps excited by seeing this, lets out a similar steam kettle cry, and begins pumping his hot seed into my mouth. It is bitter and extremely salty. I gulp it down, feeling it burn my throat with its brine, swallowing again and again as he empties his pleasure into my eager mouth. I slow my bobbing, but suck him twice as hard, moaning as I draw out every drop of his seed.

  “Ohhhh, yes, delicious,” I moan, rolling my tongue through it before swallowing the last. “Don’t go soft on me now. I need to be fucked.”

  “Yes, we hang out more,” says the swaugin leader.

  He strokes his dripping cock as I turn my attention to the three still-unsatisfied cocks waiting my attention. The three swaugins gamely line up shoulder-to-shoulder around me and I loose my most perverse instincts, sucking them and stroking them, rubbing my tits against them, licking their cocks and squeezing them in my fingers until they are dripping. One after another, the swaugins shower me with their musky seed. I open my mouth to catch it, my tongue out and splashed with spunk, my face and breasts drenched in hot swaugin seed.

  As I am sucking the dregs from the last of the three cocks, I see the mighty leader has returned to full attention.

  “I’ll ride you,” I pant, licking the briny cum from my lips.

  It takes a bit of fumbling to get him to understand, but soon enough I am atop the supine swaugin and nestling the head of his fat cock against the dewy folds of my eager pussy. I bite my lower lip and stifle a howl as I sink down onto his might cock. I feel each stiff ridge rubbing my clit and my tender inner walls. It’s incredible and perverse, for it is certainly no human cock in shape or texture. I begin my ride atop him, taking him to his root, my pert breasts jiggling with each bounce on his hard cock. He cradles my firm ass with his webbed hands, his yellow eyes scarcely blinking as he gazes up at me.

  “Are you going to breed me with that big cock?” I moan, caressing his muscular chest. “Going to knock up my little human pussy with that fishman fuckjuice?”

  “Hang out,” he agrees.

  “Yeah? You hang out, mmmmmm, deep in that pussy. Ohhhh fuck, yes! Your dick is good, fishman.” I feel my orgasm coming even as he begins to tense beneath me. I ride him faster and harder, my body slapping down against his scaly hips.

  He lets out another one of those tea kettle hisses just as I throw back my head and wail with ecstasy. My orgasm meets his and as his hot sperm jets into my fertile womb, I ascend to a higher plane of pleasure. It is pure and absolute, the knowledge that he is breeding me and that is my purpose in life.

  “I can feel it!” I cry, laughing with the sheer ecstasy of it. “I can feel you giving me your spawn!”

  “Sex good!” he hisses excitedly, thrusting upward and squirting me full of his spunk.

  Of course, there are more than just five swaugins in need of satisfaction. More of them are climbing out of the surf even as my pleasure begins to recede.

  In a joyous daze, I crawl off the leader and towards the approaching fishmen. The take me into their arms, lifting me up between two of them and filling my pussy and ass with hard cock. I kiss them and ride them and cum for them as the pump my holes full of seed. There are more and more of them, surrounding me, cocks out, hissing excitedly as I pleasure as many as I can at a time. Three cocks is the norm and five is my limit. I stroke and suck, ride and rut, until I am sore from the mating and my holes are dripping with swaugin spunk. My pale flesh is reddened from the sun and I glisten wit a mix of sweat and spunk.

  “Take you to home now,” says the swaugin leader, lifting me up into his arms. “Take you to hangout forever.”

  “Yes,” I moan, my arms around his shoulders.

  He carries me into the water. I hold my breath as we dive down to the kelp bed, to a sphere woven of kelp with membranous walls supporting a pocket of air. Inside is a warm, soft, comfortable home. It is plenty big enough for me and all the swaugin spawn I will produce.

  I will be a mate to the whole school.

  CONTINUE >

  Let them pound my ass

  It’s going to take more than my hands or mouth to satisfy these two randy undead deckhands. I need to give it up, but I’m not going to let them knock me up. That leaves only one possibility.

  “My ass,” I say, looking from Rollo to Skeff. “You can’t knock me up, I won’t allow it, but you can have a go at my bum. If you promise to be gentle.”

  “Oh, yes, we’ll be real gentle, won’t we, Rollo?” Skeff’s evil giggle sends a chill up your spine.

  “Gentle as lambs,” says Rollo, licking his lips. “But we need to see what we’re getting’, doncha think, Skeff?”

  “Mmmmhmmm,” says Skeff, nodding and looking at you seriously. “Go over to that barrel there, sweetums. Turn around and show us your arse.”

  “A-alright,” I say, already feeling misgivings because of how happy they seem to agree to my bargain. But it’s too late now. I turn my back on them and step over a few bodies on my way to a sealed barrel near the stairs down into the lower decks. As I reach the barrel, I bend over, resting one elbow on its top and pushing my peachy bottom out until I feel my trousers taut against my cheeks.

  “Oooooohhhh,” moans Rollo. “That there is a pretty pair of hams.”

  “Yes indeed,” says Skeff, coming closer and rubbing his hands together. “Juicy enough to make a meal out of!”

  When I look over my shoulder I can see the hunger in their glowing blue eyes. Are they going to eat me? My heart pounds as they come closer.

  “You’re going to let me go after this, right?” I demand. “That’s sort of part of the, um, whole deal, okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah, let you go,” says Skeff.

  “Wherever you want to go,” says Rollo. “As long as I get to taste that ass.”

  “Ahhh!” I cry out as Rollo falls to one knee behind me, grabbing my trousers and yanking them down with his grubby fingers. My ass jiggles and I whimper as the pirate’s cold hands smack and squeeze my pale flesh. He groans and mutters and buries his scruffy face against my cheeks. I cry out as a moment later I feel his tongue, like the cold, slimy innards of a melon, running into my crack and over my tender clench. “Oh, gods, you’re licking my ass!”

  “Nnnnnnnhnnnnnn!” moans Rollo, lapping my tender butthole with sloppy licks. I tense with each swipe of his tongue, squirming my cheeks against him as he embraces my ass tightly.

  “That’s right, get it nice and wet,” chuckles Skeff, untying his the cloth belt of his trousers. He reaches into them and pulls out a long, slender, gray cock with a bluish tip that is leaking with oily precum. He watches intently, wanking his cock as his bald comrade noisily eats my ass.

  “Ohhhhh!” My face burns with shame at the raunchy feel of what Rollo is doing. I grip the edge of the barrel with both hands, my dark hair falling into my face. Lip-smacking and wet slurps are accompanied by the slimy sensation of his tongue rimming my pucker and his vile saliva dripping down my crack over my cunt. Worst of all is how good it feels.

  “She moves her hips!” laughs Skeff. “She loves it, Rollo! She needs our cocks!”

  “Mmmmmhhnnnnn,” says Rol
lo, his words vibrating against my asshole as he tries to squeeze his tongue into my hole.

  “That’s enough of that,” snarls Skeff, pulling his comrade back from my bum. Skeff shoves Rollo onto his back and he turns to me and says. “Get on his cock. We’ll plug you both at the same time!”

  “W-what? You can’t both fit in there!” I protest, but Skeff roughly pulls off my boots and trousers as I cling to the barrel. He shoves me towards Rollo’s short fat cock sticking up from his trousers. That greasy gray cock alone seems too big to fight up my bottom, but I can see the anger blazing in Skeff’s glowing eyes and I know I must try my best. I gasp, “Alright. I’ll do it. Let go of me.”

  “Not yet,” he says, shoving me down to my knees and tearing open my blouse. My pale breasts bounce free and Skeff’s rough hands are on them in a moment. He squeezes and shapes my pert breasts, his cock rubbing my face as I turn away from it. I’ve lost all control of what is happening. I don’t even know where my sword has gone.

  Skeff lifts me under my arms with unholy strength and drops me astride Rollo. The bald pirate beneath me immediately begins groping my ass and rubbing his fat cock against the steamy lips of my pussy. My only defense is to tilt my hips and let his cock instead rub against the spit-slicked knot of my asshole. Skeff pushes my shoulders and Rollo grabs hold of my hips and before I can even catch my breath, the bald pirate’s fat cock is bulling its way into the tight pucker of my anus. I howl with shocks as that fat, cold, slimy cock pushes into my ass.

  I barely have time to adjust, to hear Rollo moaning with pleasure beneath me, before Skeff places a hand on my lower back and guides his own cock to my stuffed wrinkle. Sliding against Rollo’s cock and the upper rim of my pink pucker, he finds it much more difficult to push into my hole. I bite my lip, whimpering as it feels as if he’s going to tear his way into my ass. But then Rollo shifts, opening a momentary gap in my stretched ring, and Skeff thrusts forward, driving his cock and stretching me to my aching, straining limit.

  “Ohhhhhhh gods,” I cry, my ass filled with two undead pirate cocks at the same time.

  “No gods here,” chuckles Skeff as he reaches around and grabs me under my chin. He bends my head back, using my chin for leverage as he squats behind me and begins pumping his long, slender cock up my overstuffed ass. Rollo thrusts beneath me, his cock sliding against Skeff’s and against the straining ring of my asshole.

  The pirates laugh as they fuck my ass, their cock spilling their slimy pre into my holes and over one another. My breasts jiggle and bounce, my hair falls in my face, and I am at their mercy. They are relentless, pounding my ass until it begins to feel numb. My body begins to feel cold. I want it to stop, but I cannot deny a certain depraved pleasure that crackles through my body.

  “Ohhhhh! Seas be damned! I’m about to burst!” Rollo roars and grips the flesh of my ass with his fat hands.

  “Aye! She’s got me fizzin’!” groans Skeff, hammering harder than ever up my ass.

  I can only moan like a beast as they fuck me even harder, their cock twitching as they compete for space in my overstuffed ass. I bounce back against them, barely able to breathe, with a strange orgasm rising from the numbness of my ass.

  “Aaarrrrrrrr!” snarls Skeff, hilting in my straining pucker.

  “Aaaaaaarrrr!” roars Rollo beneath me, squeezing the flesh of my ass and lifting me with a thrust into my hole.

  They cum in alternating pumps, their cocks jerking and spewing out powerful streams of unholy spunk deep into my bowels. The numbness in my asshole spreads deeper with each spurt, a cold that reaches into my core and then spreads outward to every extremity. A last steaming breath escapes my lips and then I am cold. As cold as Skeff and Rollo, my flesh a pale gray and my eyes beginning to glow.

  My heart does not beat in my chest and yet I live. And I love the feeling of their cocks and their cum stuffing my asshole.

  “Oh, please, don’t stop,” I croon, beginning to move and push back against their cocks. “Keep fucking me! Keep pounding my holes!”

  “Now that’s an order I’ll gladly obey!” laughs Skeff, resuming his thrusts.

  “Can’t do other than what she wants!” agrees Rollo, giving my bloodless ass a slap.

  It all makes sense now. This is where I belong. I can fuck Skeff and Rollo and any other crew members that may still be aboard The Savage Queen as much and for as long as I want.

  I have forever to spend with my fellow ghosts.

  CONTINUE >

  Under the falls

  I run just behind Delfina, following the comely pirate queen up the beach until the roar of the waterfall is so loud that I can hear nothing else. She turns to me and shouts something, which I can’t hear at all. I try to signal that I am deaf by gesturing to my ear and she pantomimes running with her fingers and points to a narrow outcropping of rock at the edge of the falls. Short of a steamboat powerful enough to drive through the falls, those slick black rocks are the only path behind the water and into the tunnel the waterfall conceals.

  I plunge into the mist from the falls, my body drenched anew and my feet slipping precariously on the rocks. A glance over the side and it is churning, foaming water where the falls meet the sea. Then we are out of the sunlight and misty rainbow of the falls and into the dark interior of the cave behind the falls.

  My eyes adjust to the lesser light and I gasp in wonder. Before me lies a huge, calm lagoon that fills a vast cavern within the mountainous cliffs. There is a single hole in the roof of this cavern, allowing a shaft of golden light into the mountain’s interior. Transfixed in this golden light is a moldering ship. It is a three-masted galleon, grand at one time, but now with drooping sails and blackened windows. The figurehead is a screaming fury, her breasts bare and a crown upon her wild mane. The resemblance to Delfina is obvious. This is her ship. This is The Savage Queen.

  “My heart,” says the pirate, stopping on the rocks. She grasps her chest and looks at the ship with great sadness. “I left her only moments ago and now look upon her, Beatrix. She lies in state, her mainsails tattered, her gunwales rotten. What has become of her?”

  I put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but she shakes it off. Anger and determination furrow her brow.

  “I will take her back, oh whatever her condition, and I will make her sail again,” she says. “Come, matey, and let us raid this tomb for its treasures!”

  The rocks descend to the edge of the lagoon, which is traversed by a series of pontoons and gangplanks that looks nearly as rotted as The Savage Queen. Delfina halts and takes out her collapsible spyglass. She surveys her ship through its lens.

  “What’s this?” whispers the pirate. “What unholy light? What diabolical magic?”

  “What is it?” I ask and she passes me the spyglass. Through it I can see the deck and strange lights that seem to mill among the mold-eaten timbers. I adjust the spyglass and I realize the lights are the glowing eyes of walking corpses. These sallow, gray-fleshed men move about like living men, but an unholy bluish light replaces their eyes. A large man in a black leather hat watches from the upper deck, his eyes glowing and a fissure in his side revealing more of this magical blue flame through his sunken flesh.

  “Is that Robert the Black?” I ask, lowering the spyglass.

  “The very same,” says Delfina. “And my whole crew, now turned into this musty parody of life. By what magic? I suppose it does not matter. We will cross this ramshackle maze, climb the rope ladder, and cut them down with our swords. Are you with me?”

  “I guess I am,” I say. “Not really another choice.”

  “Right,” agrees Delfina. “How could we do other than cut our way through this blasphemy to free my ship!?”

  She sets out at a furious pace down the rotten docks, gangways, and pontoons. Each step seems to test the limits of the damp wood and send ripples through the dark water of the lagoon. I follow behind Delfina but slow my pace as I see something moving.

  “Wait!” I call out. “There is
something in the lagoon!”

  Loathsome limbs, like the tentacles of some great kraken, stir in the still waters. A vast shape, as large as any whale, rises towards the surface. A great maw, toothless but no less the horrible for it, parts its loathsome lips and sucks at the water’s surface. A huge yellow eye gazes up at me with inhuman malevolence. There are so many tentacles. Thick and slimy, long and slender, curling over the planks and shifting the pontoons so that they nearly tip me into the water.

  Delfina hears my terrified scream and glances back over her shoulder.

  “I am sorry, Beatrix, but I cannot reach you!” She resumes her run, leaving me to deal wit this hideous beast which now reaches out its numerous tentacles to drag me down.

  More horrible still, a voice bursts in my mind, as loud as if it were speaking into my ear, “I am the Lord Splugwyrth. I will dominate you and turn you into a mindless pleasure slave. I will use your body to know the land, reaching where my tendrils cannot. Surrender to me now and you will be granted mercy.”

  Its mouth sucks at the surface. Its titanic body rises partly above the water, humped and frilled like some dreadful mating between a whale and a squid. Colors shift and swirl in hypnotic patters on the surface of its monstrous bulk. I look away to keep from being mesmerized.

  I know this beast. Though my home of Lesser Crudridge is landlocked, I have heard tales of a creature that dwells in watery caves and flood crypts. A vile thing of supreme intelligence and equal hatred of all landbound creatures. My grandfather told me this creature is called an abhorreth, for nothing is crueler and more disgusting in habit. It will turn any sentient creature into its slave and once they are under its sway the abhorreth will defile them without remorse.

  But it has not enslaved me yet! I have my sword and my wits. I will see no help from Delfina, that treacherous bitch.