“Yes, forever and ever,” he agrees, stroking my face. “I hunger now, my sweet. Shall I bring you sustenance?”
“You never want to cuddle, do you?” I chuckle.
“Cu-ddle?” He surprises me by forming the word with his strange, shapeless mouth instead of speaking into my mind.
“Like a prolonged hug,” I say. “Never mind. I will show you after you eat.”
“Yes, my love,” he says, stroking my face one last time before slipping under the surface of the lagoon. I sigh, feeling instantly lonesome without Lord Splugwyrth by my side. Once I have recovered from my thorough fucking, I crawl off my bed of kelp and slip into the lagoon. The cold water washes away the slime still oozing from inside me. When I surface, feeling refreshed, I am greeted by a familiar figure.
“I was wondering if you’d drowned down there,” says Zimon Fendriss, standing at the edge of the lagoon. I climb out, aware of the way he is ogling my pale, naked flesh. My hatred for the wizard has been dulled by months of bliss with the abhorreth, but I still do not like this man.
“What do you want, Zimon?” I say, shaking the water from my dark hair.
“I wanted to see what happened to you for myself,” he says. “I know you have been cavorting with this disgusting creature for months. You know birthing this monstrosity’s offspring will completely ruin that tight little body of yours?”
“I would sacrifice my entire body for his pleasure,” I say.
“Such is the power of my magic,” he says, violet energy arcing between his fingers. “I had thought I might have a bit of fun with you, but it’s all just too sad. I would rather remember the time we have had together than you becoming the mate of some horrible mind-reading octopus. But I bring good news!”
“What’s that?” I ask him, not really wanting to hear it.
“You and the so-called lord are going to be leaving very soon.” He smiles at my surprise. “Oh, yes, the time has come for the happy couple to venture out into the world. I have located a vast underground lake for you two lovebirds. A place where you will never bother anyone again and you can live together in the darkness sucking down blind cave shrimp.”
“In the darkness?” I say, feeling a tremor of fear. I turn away form him to hide my feelings.
“Well, yes, he prefers it that way,” says Zimon. “Ah, don’t worry, I’m sure you will grow accustomed to it.”
“Couldn’t we just stay here?” I ask, but I turn around to find that Zimon has disappeared. In the span of a minute he has cursed me with the one thing I have escaped during my months with the abhorreth: doubt.
Will I truly be happy with my beloved Lord Splugwyrth in a lightless cave? I have no choice but to spend the rest of my life finding out that answer.
THE END
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Wank them with my breasts
I can tell by the hungry look in the glowing blue eyes of the pirates that they are not going to be satisfied with just my hands pleasuring them. I cannot imagine shoving their undead cocks in my mouth, let alone somewhere else, but I must find something better than my hands.
“Well, what’s it gonna be, sweet tits?” asks Rollo, licking his lips and fixing his gaze upon my breasts straining in my damp blouse.
“Yeah, you gonna be sensible and let us have a go?” demands Skeff, pawing at my breast and pinching my nipple through my blouse. That pinch shoot a jolt of pain and pleasure straight to my clit. It also gives me an idea.
“Yes,” I say, brushing aside Skeff’s hand. “I’ll let you have a go. At these.”
I pull the buttons of my blouse, baring my pert breasts to the horny pirates. Their ghostly power flares brighter at the sight of my bosom. My creamy mounds glisten in the humid air and the pink buds of my nipples are stiff and sensitive. My breasts are certainly nowhere near as big as Nellie’s, gods protect her, but I’ve satisfied more than a few drunken miners between the soft squeeze of my tits. Doesn’t do much for me, but lads seem to go wild for being milked by a pair of breasts.
The pirates seem to agree, lurching towards me and pressing their faces to my breasts. Their lips are cold and their tongues like dead eels sliding over my warm breasts. They moan and squeeze my tits. They suck them hungrily, like they are expecting mother’s milk to burst warmly into their mouths.
“Ohhhh, you boys are just starved for affection,” I laugh and cradle their heads against my breasts. “Go on, suck them all you want and then I’ll give you a good stroke between my breasts.”
“Mmmmmmhmmhmm,” moans Skeff, slurping eagerly at my left breast.
“Mmmyessmmmfuckmmmmtits,” agrees Rollo between sloppy wet pops of his lips around the areola of my right breast.
While they’re busy kissing, squeezing, and sucking on my breasts like a couple of drunken miners just off a shift in Lesser Crudridge, I reach down and untie their cloth belts. Their swords drop to the deck and I begin to unbutton their trousers. Only mildly distracted by their hungry licking and sucking, I soon get their trousers open and find what I’m after. Rollo has a stubby, thick cock as bald as his head and Skeff’s cock is long and skinny with greasy pelt of dark hair at the base. I grab their cocks and they both moan against my breasts, their glowing eyes flaring a little brighter as my hand stokes their lust.
“Mmmmm, so which one of you boys gets to go first?” I ask, looking down at them.
Rollo pops his lips free of my breast and lifts his head. He gets his head up before Skeff and quickly says, “Me first! I wanna feel these naughty bags around my tallywhacker!”
“Aw, I should go first,” says Skeff. “Mine’s bigger!”
“Yours is longer,” corrects Rollo. “Mine is at least twice as big around.”
“Neither of them is going anywhere but between these,” I say, cupping my breasts and hefting them. “So I don’t much care who has the bigger cock. But Rollo was first, so he gets to go first.”
I drop down to my knees, confronted by the unwholesome sight of Rollo’s bloated cock. It is swollen like a drowned corpse and glistens from its bluish tip with precum. I lean high on my knees, wanking it slowly with one hand as I cradle my breasts against my arm and raise them to cradle his fat cock.
The beefy pirate lets out a ragged groan of pleasure as I squeeze my breasts around his shaft. Even my modest mounds can swallow up such a stubby cock. I engulf his hardness completely, pressing from the sides of my breasts and working them in opposite motions to massage his girth. His flesh is cold and mine is warm. Where his slimy pre coats his cock it slides against my breasts and I begin to feel numb.
“Ohhhhhh, that’s bloody good,” moans Rollo, dropping his head back and resting a flabby hand atop my head.
“Yeah, looks it,” growls Skeff. “Hurry it up. Loose your wad, ya sea dog, and let me have my turn.”
“No, no,” says Rollo, panting softly as I wank his cock between my tits. “I mean to savor this, I do.”
I bounce my breasts against his cock, breathing heavily from the effort, and repeatedly bumping my head against the pirate’s belly. He begins to move his hips to thrust into my cleavage, spreading his precum thoroughly between my breasts in the process. His grunts and groans grow louder and louder until he lets out a savage, “Arrrrrrrrrrrr!”
Cum bubbles from between my breasts, spurting over my mounds and dripping back down into my cleavage. I feel the cum gushing out and then immediately making my flesh numb. It’s unpleasant and I want it to stop, so I milk him dry as quickly as possible and then use my blouse to wipe my chest clean. Rollo staggers back, a stunned look in his eyes.
“Are you alright?” I ask him.
“J-just fine,” he says. “Just need to siddown.”
He plops heavily onto a crate of long-rotten vegetables and the light goes out in his eyes. He slumps over, as dead for all appearances as the decapitated corpses strewn about the deck. I’m about to ask Skeff what happened, but the tall, nasty pirate grabs me by my hair and drags me closer.
“My turn,” he says. “Get those pillows around my prick.”
“Yes, alright, I mmmMMMPHHHMMM!!” He interrupts me by thrusts his exceedingly long and slender cock between my breasts and directly into my mouth. I immediately taste his sour precum and feel a strange numbness come over my tongue. I let saliva pool in my mouth to wash away the taste as he begins to fuck between my tits and thrusts the purple head of his gray cock between my lips.
“That’s good,” he moans. “That’s a good girl. Those tits are bigger than they look. Oh, gods of the sea, and you’ve got a nice warm mouth too. Been…been a long time since I’ve felt that.”
His hairy balls rub against my chest as he fucks between my squeezing breasts and pours more and more of his precum into my mouth. My spit mingles with his leaking pre and slicks his shaft down to his musky pubic hair. I slurp and puff on his cock, flicking my tongue against the tip before popping my lips free. I really did not want the nasty pirate unloading into my mouth.
“Ohhhhh,” he groans, his cock smearing my lips and chin. “Come on then, lovely, put it back between those pink lips.”
“That wasn’t the deal,” I gasp, my tits jiggling with each thrust of his hips. “You can fuck my tits all you want, but you’re not firing that cannon off in my mouth.”
He mutters something about wenches not being what they used to be as he tightens his grip in my hair and fucks between my tits with savage strokes. My whole upper body is being knocked around and he leans his shoulders back and slams his hips upward so that he is almost spanking the underside of my breasts with each thrust. This also slides a palm’s width of his cock up between my breasts and I tilt my head back to keep it from colliding with my face.
“That’s it! You love it! Getting’ your nasty pillows humped!” He cackles gleefully, slapping his hips against your mounds and ramming his cock between the soft squeeze of your creamy breasts. “I’m gonna douse you good, wench! Ready for a soakin’?”
“Ohhhhhh, yes,” I moan, my heart racing. “Cum for me, Skeff! Shoot your pirate seed all over me!”
“Arrrrrrrrrrr!” He roars, slamming between my breasts with stiff, jerky motions. His cock throbs and a long geyser of his yellow spunk fires from the head of his cock. There’s no avoiding it is as it arcs back down and splashes into my hair and across my face. I wince, closing my eyes and pinching my lips tight to keep from swallowing any of his cum. He blasts his load all over my face, my breasts, my shoulders, and onto my hands.
Wherever Skeff’s seed falls, my flesh goes numb in a matter of seconds. He’s not helping matters by rubbing his cock back and forth against my lips and face and really dragging out his orgasm as cum continues to dribble and drip out of his tip. Finally, the light dims in his eyes and his grip on my hair relaxes. He staggers back as the glow goes out completely and without a word, he collapses straight down into a heap on the floor. I snatch his filthy kerchief from his head and use it to clean my face and my breasts.
My heart labors in my chest as if overcoming great exertion. I wonder how much more of his seed it would have taken to poison me. Would I have simply died from it or would I have become like them? Thankfully, I will never know for certain.
I scoop up my blouse and pull it back over my slightly raw breasts. Once I’m dressed and feeling as alive as I am likely to feel, I step over Skeff, weaving my way among the bodies and climb the stairs to the cabin. A broken lantern hangs beside the door. The door itself is exquisitely ornate, depicting a pirate woman astride the seas, her breasts bare and a cutlass in each hand. The face of this image has been chopped away in anger and the carving is blackened with filth. A placard is just visible beneath the grime. “Captain’s Quarters.”
I listen at the door. It's eerily quiet in there. Has she won? Has she killed him? Or has he bested her? I grasp the handle of the door.
There is only one way to answer those questions.
CONTINUE >
The dark passage
The darkness engulfs me like a vertical pool of ink, cool tendrils seeming to wrap and pull at my arms and body. For a moment, my sense of direction shifts completely, my feet leave the floor, and then everything tilts and land again, just able to stay upright. It is as if the whole world tilted and reset around me.
I am in a long dark passage of gray stone bricks. It’s cold and damp and I can hear creaking chains and a faint, distant moaning. The smell of the sea is gone. I breathe in dank air, like a cave or abandoned castle that has been inhabited by animals. There are torches up ahead, around a turn in the passage, and their light casts long, moving shadows that twist down the hallway.
A glance behind me shows the iron door I entered has closed and a padlock has appeared on its handle. A testing pull fails to open the door, but the iron squeals horribly and echoes down the hall. The sound is seemingly answered by distant peals of laughter.
“H-hello?” I call out. “Is someone there?”
A figure steps confidently out of the shadows ahead of me. I see large, almond-shaped silvery white eyes with no apparent pupils, a luscious abundance of pale lavender flesh, long pointed ears, a delicate pointed chin, full lips, and a complex costume of leather that seems a cross between lingerie and bandoliers. It is a woman, so curvaceous it puts even Nellie to shame, and just as comely in a strange, haunting way. She is an elf, though I have never seen an elf of this sort before.
She carries a short sword on her hip, but I am more concerned with the loaded hand crossbow she is aiming at my chest.
“You came through the door,” she says, her voice soft and mellifluous, “yet you are not dead like the others. Who are you? What is your intention?”
“Beatrix Ardora,” I say, keeping my hands raised. “My intention, um, is to get the hell out of this dungeon. Who are you? What’s your intention?”
“I am Mishanna Shadowstride of the Reaver Clan,” she says. “I am an assassin. A killer. And my intention is to kill Zimon Fendriss.”
“Mishanna,” I say and I cannot keep a smile off my face, “I think you and I will get along just fine.”
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Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend’s Dungeon (Level 5: Futa Cow Girl, Lusty Lunatics, and the Alchemist)
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Watch Delfina with Robert the Black
I’m not foolhardy enough to climb into the bed with a ghostly pirate captain, no matter how much I might want to feel those big strong hands on my body. But I am intrigued by Delfina’s offer to watch them have their fun.
“I’ll stay,” I say to them. “To watch.”
“Oooh,” chuckles Delfina, turning back to Robert. “She likes to watch. We’ll give her a good view, won’t we, my sweet?”
“Yes, indeed!” laughs Robert, clapping both hands on the golden peach of Delfina’s rump. Her buttocks are so well-toned they hardly jiggle.
I gasp softly as Delfina begins rocking her hips and wiggling her ass to entice Robert. He leans down to plant several kisses on the backs of her thighs and the upper curve of her bum. One big hand cups her pussy. He strokes her downy mound with his fingers, playing open her folds and revealing her glistening inner pink.
“I held the flower of your beauty in my mind for those long years beyond life,” murmurs Robert, kissing his way up her back as he massages her pussy. “Now I hold your hot flower in my hand.”
“Oooooh,” she moans as he squeezes her cunt and kisses up her spine to her shoulder blades. She rocks her hips back against him, looking at him over her shoulder just as he reaches the back of her neck. At that moment, their lips meet and Robert sinks three fingers into the hot channel of her cunt.
Delfina croons against his slightly awkward kiss over her shoulder. He fucks her with his fingers, the movement of his hand mesmerizing me. I open the buttons of my trousers and stuff my own hand down my panties. My cunt is burning hot, my silky golden hair damp with my arousal and my folds slick beneath my touch. I bite my lower lip, stifling a cry as I watch
Robert fuck Delfina with his fingers.
I slip my fingers into my honey-slicked channel, pumping my digits past my cuntlips and stroking my clit to the rhythm of Robert’s thrusts into Delfina’s pussy.
“Ohhhh, yes, my love,” caries the pirate queen, gyrating her hips against the handsome pirate. “Your fingers are cold, but they remember exactly where to touch me.”
“How could I forget?” He growls between kisses, pumping his fingers faster into her pussy. “I have thought of little other than the pleasure I will give you when we are reunited.”
“Yessss! And here I am, Robert! Ohhhhh, make your captain cum! Make me…ahhhhhHHHH!!!!” She throws back her head, bucking her hips and bouncing back against Robert’s thrusting digits. I can almost see the tremors of pleasure rippling through her body as I lose myself to the pleasure of my own thrusting fingers. I cannot hold back my cry of pleasure and I sing along with Delfina, crying out, brazenly pumping my fingers into my pussy as I lean back against the captain’s desk.
As I descend from the peak of my pleasure, my breath shuddering from my lungs and my pert breast quivering in my blouse, I realize Robert and Delfina have moved on. The handsome pirate is propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed, his trousers around his ankles and his glowing eyes focused on me. Delfina is kneeling on the bed between his muscular gray legs. His cock is as enormous as the pirate queen promised, a veiny obelisk of maleness standing upright from his loins. It seems as thick and long as my forearm, with a bulging bluish cockhead that glistens with Delfina’s saliva.
She grasps in one hand as she leans down and takes his fat tip back into her mouth, slurping wantonly and bobbing on the pirate’s manhood. He rests a big hand on the back of her head, looking from me back to Delfina as she serves his straining pillar.
“Mmmmmm,” she moans, lifting her lips from his head and trailing strands of saliva. “Has it grown larger in my absence? It’s positively massive, Robert.”
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