Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 4

by Amanda Clover

  “Perhaps it has missed you,” he laughs, guiding her mouth back to his cock.

  She flicks her tongue beneath the purpling crown of his cock and works her hand on the spit-soaked shaft of Robert’s cock. I whimper with lust at the raunchy sight.

  “Taking an interest, Beatrix?” Delfina looks over at me as she licks a few more times beneath the head of Robert’s cock. “Shall I suck upon his fat bollocks?”

  “Yes, suck them,” I moan, strumming my clit.

  “Mmmmmm!” She ducks lower, slurping lewdly. Robert throws back his head, laughing with the sheer pleasure she is giving to him. She licks and sucks on his fat bollocks, stroking his cock with one hand until precum is drooling in a steady trickle from his purple cockhead. She gives his balls a good licking and sucking and then returns her eager mouth to his cock. She steals the occasional glance in my direction as she bobs on Robert’s manhood.

  “That’s it,” I gasp, watching the tension build in the ghostly pirate. He grimaces and his muscular chest hitches with spasms of his pleasure. Delfina’s spit spills down his cock and drips from his balls. He gathers her lustrous hair in his hand and tightens his hold.

  “MMmmmmmmmmppphmmm,” she gasps, taking him deep, her golden eyes watering with effort.

  “AAhhhhhhhh!” he cries. “My captain!!!”

  She pulls her lips from his cock just as it throbs in her grasp. A glistening stream of luminous spunk gushes from the head of his cock and arcs over Delfina’s head to splash her back and drip down to her ass. She milks him with her hand, kissing his shaft as his spunk splashes her body. She works his shaft until his cum is coursing down his cock and over her fingers.

  “Oh, my love,” she moans, rising to kiss him. Without missing a beat, the beautiful pirate climbs atop her lover’s freshly spent cock. Robert shudders as her little pink pussy stretches around his tip and slides down over his slick length. He cups her firm buttocks and I think for a moment he is going to lift her off his cock and deny her, but he overcomes whatever resistance he has and pulls her back down, jiggling her pert breasts and impaling her on every bit of his length.

  “Forgive me,” he moans, “for everything I have done.”

  “You are forgiven,” she laughs, falling atop him and kissing him passionately. Her shapely hips control the pace of her ride, her firm ass bouncing up and down and her motions as elegant and intentional as a dancer’s.

  Delfina is in full command of him and the sight of this beautiful, strong woman returning to her role as captain is enthralling. I open my blouse completely, playing with my nipples, pinching them as I imagine his rough hands on my breasts. I fuck myself with three fingers and then four as I imagine Robert the Black beneath me.

  The pirate queen spares me a glance, a strange smile on her face as she rides him harder and faster. She is upright, controlling him with the motions of her hips and the squeeze of her slick cunt.

  “When you find Zimon,” she gasps, “you must promise me that you will make him pay for what he has done.”

  “I…I will,” I gasp, feeling my pleasure rise with each thrust of my fingers.

  “Good,” she says, turning her full attention back to Robert. “We must have our revenge.”

  “Yes,” I agree, but she does not hear me. She is riding her undead lover faster and faster. The whole bed begins to rock. His powerful hands come up to her slender waist and he holds her tight, as if she might launch into the air if he did not. He slams his cock into her as she drives her pussy down on him, the loud slap of their flesh filling the room. For a moment, the glow in his eyes and visible emanating from his wounds seems to brighten.

  “AAAAAHHHHHHHH!” They cry out together, reaching their peak in a last frenzied series of thrusts. I ascend with them, pleasure clutching at my fingers, radiating into my core, and nearly making me fall over the desk I am leaning against. I can see his huge cock, glistening with nectar, throbbing and pulsing as he delivers his seed deep into Delfina’s pussy. In the throes of her ecstasy, the color drains from her flesh and the golden twinkle in her eyes becomes an unholy blue glow.

  I feel guilt and sadness as the beautiful pirate queen joins her crew in their undying curse. But Delfina rejoices.

  “Yesssss!” she cries. “I shall command you forever!”

  She falls atop her lover, her hips continuing to work and her ass bouncing on his cock as his cum drips out of her stretched folds. Her beauty is undiminished, but unearthly now. Unholy. I cannot watch these two creatures continue their pleasures. I fear my will would eventually succumb and I would seek to join them rather than fulfill my promise to Delfina.

  I button my trousers and straighten my blouse. My flush of pleasure becomes a flush of shame as I slip across the stateroom and to the rot-eaten curtain indicated by Robert the Black. I pull it aside and reveal an incongruous door of iron. It most resembles the doors from the prison-like chamber where I found Delfina. The black iron knob turns easily and the hinges creak as I open the door. Beyond it is a strange, shimmering nothingness.

  “Goodbye, Beatrix,” says Delfina, slowing but not stopping her ride atop Robert. “Safe journeys.”

  “Farewell, captain,” I say to her and step into the shimmering darkness.

  CONTINUE >

  Talk to the pirates

  “Wait,” I say, lowering my sword. “We can talk about this. We don’t have to fight it out.”

  Rollo and Skeff exchange a glance and their smiles spread. They come closer to me, lowering their swords, but keeping them in their hands.

  “Yeah, sure, we can talk about it,” says Skeff, wetting his lips. “Talking with a pretty young thing like you. Why, I bet you’re not even a hundred years old.”

  “A hundred? I’ll be damned if she’s eighty,” says Rollo.

  “We are damned,” says Skeff. “But that don’t mean we don’t have feelings.”

  “Yeah, feelings,” says Rollo, wiggling his fingers.

  They crowd closer. I resist the urge to swing my sword or shove them away. To my surprise, they don’t smell bad. They don’t smell good exactly, but it’s more like an old rug or a house with a leaky roof as opposed to corpses. They leer at me and Skeff reaches out a hand, palming one of my breasts through my blouse.

  “Feelings for a pretty woman like you,” he says, giving my breast a squeeze.

  I grab his wrist and stop him.

  “You wanted to turn me into one of you pretty quickly,” I say. “But there’s no reason we can’t have a bit of fun together and then you let me go on my way.”

  “What?” Skeff scoffs. “Why should we let you go?”

  “Rightio, we want you to stick around,” says Rollo, caressing my hip and reaching a fat hand around to give my bum a squeeze.

  “Because I’ll deal with that woman who chopped the heads off all your friends,” I say, staring down Skeff’s glowing blue eyes. “I want my revenge on her. And when I’m through, I’ll come back.”

  “She’s lyin’,” says Rollo, giving my ass another squeeze. I use the flat of my sword to push his arm away from me.

  “No,” says Skeff, never blinking. “She’s tellin’ true. She is mad as spit at the old captain. Will you kill her?”

  “I’ll make sure she isn’t a problem for you anymore,” I reply.

  “Mmmmmmm.” Skeff pushes past my hands and gropes my breast again. Rollo reaches under my sword and gives my ass another squeeze. “So whatta we get outta the deal?”

  They’re going to want more than my assurance I’ll take care of Delfina. They mean to have their way with me, but considering how they threatened me with their cocks, I must be careful. They must have some way of turning me into one of them using only their manhood.

  “Give us a bit of fun,” suggests Rollo, squeezing my ass in both hands. “Then maybe we’ll reconsider offin’ ya and makin’ ya join us.”

  What should I do?

  Wank them with my hands

  Wank them with my breasts

  Suck them of
f

  Let them pound my ass

  Use Power Attacks against the abhorreth

  I shrug off the smothering power of the abhorreth and draw my sword in a flash of silver. The tentacles nearest to me rear up from the gangway in response.

  “Come now, Beatrix,” purrs Lord Splugwyrth, “you haven’t a hope of defeating me. Put down your little sword and let me show you true pleasure!”

  “Never!” I snarl, brandishing the sword. “Move your tentacles out of my way or I will fillet them from your disgusting body.”

  “It has been so very many years since a pretty young creature like you has shown her face in my lagoon. I am not about to let you escape my grasp.” The abhorreth’s various tentacles surge onto the gangway in front of me. There are dozens of thin translucent tentacles whipping and spreading out across the planks, huge muscular tentacles with pink suction cups on their underside, a strange tentacle with a spade-shaped tip that he keeps above the fray, and at least three gray tentacles that end in deformed pink cocks.

  The sight of such a variety and so many tentacles threatens to demoralize me. Then I see that hateful eye looking up at me, measuring me as if I am a piece of meat, and I fill with rage.

  “BastaaaAAAAAARDDDD!” I scream, running straight into the wall of tentacles. I feel his amusement, assuming I am bound straight into his obvious trap. Instead, I turn and leap onto the pale mound of his body, my boots sliding on his rubbery flesh. His eye bulges in shock and I drive my sword directly into that awful orb. Purple blood gushes and that horrible eye bursts like a yolk, spilling its viscous gelatin across the abhorreth’s body.

  Raw psychic agony blasts my mind. I fall back, dropping into the lagoon, but managing to catch a hand on the edge of the gangway. Lord Splugwyrth, blinded and in pain, screams again and again in waves of psychic force that threaten to melt my mind. His tentacles flail against the gangway, smashing planks and sending piece flying in every direction. In the throes of his tantrum, he slips beneath the water, diving deep into the inky blank of the lagoon.

  His screaming recedes with him, leaving my mind and freeing me, at last, from that oppressive shadow of his will. Gasping, barely conscious, I haul myself up onto the damaged walkway and catch my breath.

  Once the ringing in my brain has faded, I pull myself to my feet using my sword. The gangway is damaged, with fissures in some places, and at least one length of deck turned completely upside down to reveal encrusted barnacles gasping in the air. I get a running start and leap over this damaged portion of the gangway. I nearly miss the jump and some abyssal stirring in the lagoon makes me worry that Lord Splugwyrth might ascend again and take his revenge.

  The Savage Queen looms before me with the rope ladder dangling from its moldering flank. 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 >

  Use Finesse Attacks against the swaugins

  Fencing with five foes will require finesse over brute force. I flourish my sword, silver flashing in the sunlight. The swaugins retreat a step.

  “What do you have in mind?” Delfina asks, swirling her blade in a manner similar to mine. I have little doubt she can match my skill as a swordswoman.

  “We teach them to fear our skill and drive them back into the sea,” I say with a grin. “Those tridents and nets have no hope of besting us.”

  “Wwwwannttt to hang out? Be friendsssss?” Their leader hisses.

  “No!” I shout, “I want to you to return from whence you came, foul fishman!”

  “Yeah! Go back to the hell what spawned ye!” cries Delfina.

  We assume a sideways one-handed stance, back-to-back, advancing on them, jabbing, stabbing, and slashing to ward off their tridents and send them retreating towards the surf. They hiss and click with agitation but do little other than fall back with each step we take. It is clear they are outmatched. Our attacks are so frequent that they have no chance to coordinate using their larger numbers.

  “We have them now!” laughs Delfina, nearly burying the tip of her sword in the chest of one swaugin. It leaps back, narrowly avoiding death. I strike a glancing blow on another, though his scales seem to deflect my blade without much injury.

  Deft swipes and jabs drive the swaugins back until they are standing in the surf. One of the five retreats into the waves and slips under the water. We advance on the remaining four, our boots in the surf, grins on our faces as we can read the cringing body language of the beaten fishmen.

  “We have them now!” I cry, wading to my knees into the water.

  “Beatrix, look out!” cries Delfina.

  A dozen swaugins surge from the water around me, pitchforks and nets already in their hands. I turn to run just as Delfina is downed with a net. The I manage to dodge one net, running out of the water, but then another falls stop me and I am dragged to the ground.

  “Unhand me!” cries Delfina, already struggling with her net and a pair of swaugins.

  In moments, we are surrounded and bound up in nets with no hope of escape. They close in around me, their claws tearing at my clothes. I see their scaly, blue-gray flesh and loathsome, slimy white cocks banded by ridges that make them resemble giant worms. Slippery hands are squeezing me and caressing me through the netting. My breasts mash through the tight ropes of kelp and a monstrous tongue licks at my sensitive nipples.

  “Stop this!” I cry. “Let go of me! Ouch, you’re pinching me! Oh, leave my butt alone! Ahhhh!”

  I am turned and flipped, and somehow land on my knees, kneeling beside Delfina, still covered in nets. I am shocked to realize the pirate is no longer resisting. Instead, she is reaching through the netting and stroking the cocks of two of the fishmen. A third cock is parting her lips and as I stare in disbelief, she bobs and slurps wantonly on him.

  “Delfina, by the gods, what are you doing?”

  “Mmmm?” She pops her lips free of the cock in her mouth. “I’m trying to get them off, what does it look like? Maybe if they cum, they will let us go.”

  I look around me at the press of swaugins standing with their cocks out. Some of them are stroking their foul dicks and thrusting them towards me. They see the treatment Delfina is giving them and they want the same from me. What choice do I have? It might be my only chance to escape without being bred.

  Look, I didn’t wake up this morning and say, “I sure want to suck a bunch of fishmen off on a beach.” But sometimes circumstances require you to do things you would not normally do. Like start jerking off a couple of these slimy fish dicks. One of them steps up to my face and I look at him uncertainly.

  “You’re not going to try to ram that thing down my throat, are you?” I ask.

  “In mmouttthh,” he hisses. “Maaaake friends in mouth.”

  “Alright, let me do all the work,” I say and I give his cock a long, swirling lick.

  Tastes better than I expected. Smells bad, but in a weird way. Like an armpit, not a dead fish. I part my lips and start sucking, fucking it slides easily into my mouth, but has a strong briny taste that makes it hard to keep going.

  Fortunately, my spit washes a lot of that taste away, and I can bob and slurp on the fishman’s cock. It isn’t long before he lets out a high-pitched hiss. I am just about to pull off his cock and ask him what that means when he starts cumming. Warm, extremely briny and bitter cum pumps into my mouth. I gulp the first spurt and sort of like it, so I keep swallowing, taking him deeper into my mouth and letting him empty those fishy balls. I suck him until his cock begins to soften and he slides it from between my lips.

  The thing about sucking off a fishman in front of his friends is that the friends are going to want in on the action too. Another one steps forward and I’m bac
k to work, slurping and sucking and bobbing all over another fishman cock. Beside me, Delfina is getting blasted with long, milky ropes of spunk from one of the cocks in her hand. She stops sucking the one in her mouth and turns to cover the tip of this other cock, drinking his seed until he is done.

  I feel the swaugin cock in my mouth tensing up and I moan around it, “Mmmmmhmmmmm!”

  A moment later, I’m being fed another hot bowl of swaugin chowder. I gulp down what I can, but it’s starting to overflow my mouth and drip from my chin. A third swaugin steps forward and I get to sucking. I feel hot cum spurting onto my back and breasts and I turn to emulate what I saw Delfina doing. I’m not quite fast enough and end up with a face covered in thick, gooey ropes. Back to the other cock, it isn’t look before I’m gurgling down a third load of hot swaugin seed.

  The fishmen keep coming. They’re wading out of the water in a groups of twos and threes, queuing up for a turn with either me or Delfina. There are too many of them and I am drunk on their cum. I don’t really resist when impatient swaugins pull off the net and bend me onto my hands and knees. When I feel my first swaugin cock slide into my slick pussy, I hardly protest. It feels great and I am soaking wet after gulping down all this salty spunk.

  Hands grip my hips and the swaugin behind me starts fucking me hard, making it difficult to satisfy the cock in my mouth. I feel his hardness swell and twitch, too drunk on spunk to realize the significance. The swaugin calls out in the common tongue, “Sssseed cumming!”

  My eyes widen and I moan around the cock in my mouth. Hot swaugin spunk spurts deep into my fertile pussy, instantly breeding me thanks to the curse of this boundless dungeon. All of my doubts and fears are gone. Pleasure grips my body, an orgasm rising from my depths and seizing the swaugin’s cock in the throes of my climax.