An Interactive Adventure Level 3

Featuring Werewolf, Mimic, and Slime

By Amanda Clover

@amandasmut

Cover artwork by Deilan12

Interior artwork by Walnusstinte

This book and all its contents are copyright 2019 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes.

All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.

Hold on! This book is not linear!

Fertile in my Ex-Boyfriend’s Dungeon is an interactive adventure book and is not meant to be read straight through. You are in control of the choices Beatrix will make as she tries to escape from the dungeon. At the end of each section, you will be prompted to make a decision for her. Following the link to continue her story!

This book contains several different paths that will take Beatrix to a premature end. If she doesn’t make it to the end of the level, you will be able to start over at the beginning or jump back to an earlier encounter.

Have fun! 

Surprisingly Comfortable

Nellie’s luscious rump devours the back of her green costume as she ascends the ladder ahead of me. The voluptuous elf’s shapely thighs are creamy white and her rear swings back and forth slightly with each rung she climbs. I’ll admit it. I’m paying so much attention to my companion’s plush rear that when she suddenly disappears over the top of the ladder I think for a second that she has somehow fallen upwards. That jolt of fear is gone a moment later when she leans her head back into the shaft, her blonde hair hanging in her face as she peers down at me.

“Well? Are you coming up?” She asks.

“Yeah, sure,” I say, blushing as if she has caught me thinking about her lovely rear. “One second.”

I clamber up the last few rungs and she helps to pull me out of the vertical shaft and into a room. I blink for a few seconds, taking in my new surroundings. Red-glassed lanterns flutter and glow, casting a warm, reddish light over a room decorated with marble columns, elegant couches, and silky curtains. The environment seems surprisingly comfortable after the dank dungeon we’ve been in so far. Scattered among the finery is what appears to be the debris left by an enthusiastic celebration There are wine bottles, stained napkins, goblets, platters of food, and a few scraps of discarded clothing.

“Ew,” says Nellie, picking up a crusty-looking pair of lavender panties with a fingertip. She shakes them from her fingers and they flop to the floor. “Do you think this was recent?”

I inspect one of the trays of food. The fruit is shriveled and covered in black mold and the cheese has turned a shade of fuzzy blue that does not look safe.

“Weeks ago, I’d guess,” I say. Nellie sniffs at one of the bottles of wine with some liquid sloshing around inside and jerks her head away. She nods in agreement with me, her face furrowed in a look of disgust.

“I suppose at least we know we are not alone,” she says.

“Maybe,” I say, still unconvinced. “There are women’s clothes, but maybe the women were victims of some partying monsters. I don’t think we should stay in this room. It might be a trap.”

“Ah, an unopened bottle!” Nellie says, picking up a corked bottle of wine. “Shall we bring it?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” I say. I look around the room for a way out. Half-concealed by one of the silk curtains is a door of black iron. A brass plaque has been mounted on the door. I approach the door and read the message inscribed on the plaque.

“It is not more of Zimon’s dreadful poetry, is it?” Nellie asks as she presses against my shoulder to have a look.

“I’m afraid so,” I murmur. I begin to read the plaque left by our captor aloud, “Level three. The Treasury and the Aqueduct. All things that sparkle you must behold / Beware within or you shall sparkle as gold / A thousand ways to give in to pleasure / A thousand more to become my treasure / Oh, beauties, I wish you the very best luck / Rejoin’d we may be if you do not fuck.”

“It is the worst one yet,” says Nellie with a shake of her head.

“He’s punishing us with his verse,” I agree. “But that last part has something to it. Do you think he plans to meet us at the end of this horrible dungeon?”

“That would seem to be his meaning,” says Nellie.

“Good,” I say. “I will have to see him again to make him suffer.”

I threw open the metal door with a creak of protesting humans and stepped through. One of Nellie’s magical orbs materialized ahead of me to illuminate a cave lined with columns similar to those in the room we had left behind. There was a fire pit in the cave, the flames look extinguished, but enough wood remaining that it might be rekindled. There were bones in the ashes, as if some small creatures had been devoured by whoever made the fire.

“There are bedrolls here,” says Nellie, nudging a pair of bedrolls with her boot. “I have not slept since I was trapped in that cage. Perhaps we should encamp.”

“There must be something worth eating in this cave,” I say, looking around at the darkness. “I could try to snare it and make us something to eat.”

“That would be lovely,” says Nelly. “I will kindle the fire. We can have a meal, drink the wine, and, well, enjoy each other.”

Her cheeks redden and I smile. Whatever misgiving I might have held about becoming intimate with the elf were forgotten after surviving the second level of Zimon’s dungeon with her by my side. She is beautiful, cleverer than she at first seemed, and a trustworthy companion. I watch Nellie get down on her hands and knees beside the firepit, her fingers splaying as she whispers the components of a spell and begins to conjure fire. Her magic is weakened by the curse over the dungeon and it is barely enough for her to summon a spark. She shifts her hips and I admire her luscious rear for a moment longer, desire beginning to ache between my thighs.

“I will see what I can catch,” I say, snapping my attention away from her.

“Please, Beatrix, do not be gone too long,” she says. “I do not want to be alone in this place.”

There is something pleading in her tone that makes me like her and desire her more. Like she cannot stand to be apart from me. I shake my head at these unbidden desires, draw my sword, and set off into the dark cave in search of a meal.

It takes me considerable time and exhausting effort, but I chase the skittering sounds I hear in the dark and managed to run down a plump, hairless pink creature like a cross between a rat and a pig. It tries to bite me when I catch it by its tail. Before it can snap its teeth into my arm, I thump its head with the pommel of my sword. A second blow stops the creature moving. I gut it like my father taught me to do with summer squirrels and carry it back to the inviting glow of the fire that Nellie has made in the firepit.

“Oh, you found something,” she exclaims with delight. She is not quite so delighted when she sees the carcass of the ugly little creature. “Ew. I am not so certain about that, Beatrix. Perhaps we should not eat its flesh.”

“It bled red,” I reply with a shrug.

I fashion a spit out of some pieces of blackened wood from the fire and impale the lump of meat. I begin to turn the meat over the fire. Nellie watches me, her pretty face wrinkled with disgust. But soon the meat begins to roast. The savory scent fills the air and Nellie edges closer to the fire.

“Perhaps I will eat a bite or two,” she says, crouching beside me. She rests a delicate hand on my shoulder and watches as I turn the spit.

“You get the wine open,” I say, drawing my sword. “I’ll carve up this little beast.”

We stuff steaming, salty hunks of meat into our mouths and wash each bite down with the wine. I do not recognize the language on the bottle’s paper label, but the wine is quite good. Before long, we are both stuffed and drunk. We lean against each other, propped up by the bedrolls we discovered by the firepit.

“Getting drunk in a dungeon is very, very, very stupid,” I say, flapping the last greasy drumstick of meat.

“It does seem foolish,” agrees Nellie. “I keep looking out at those columns and thinking I see some sort of monster hiding behind them. Why are there columns in a cave other than to, mmmm, hide lurking monsters?”

“Supporting things?” I suggest.

“In a cave?” Nellie sloshes back her wine, dribbling a bit down her chin. “Maybe it is decoration. Or the chamber is only partially built.”

“Do you think Zimon is dreaming these places up to torture us? Or do you think he’s grabbing places from all over the world and sticking them together?”

“Perhaps they are not physically connected,” says Nellie. “There is powerful magic at work. Perhaps he bends reality to connect faraway places so that we are moving great distances when we move between levels of his dungeon.”

“Mmmmmmm,” I lean my head back. “I think I’m too drunk to think about that.”

We burst out laughing together at the realization that we are both far too drunk to be doing any adventuring. She leans against me, somehow smelling sweet despite all we have been through together. Her eyes meet mine. Hers are big and blue and full of feeling. She’s touching my cheek. Why is she doing that?

“I am so fortunate you found me, Beatrix,” she says. “Zimon always mocked me. He said I was… I was a silly girl. He made me do things that I did not always enjoy.”

“That sounds like Zimon. And you’re not a silly girl. I’m glad I found you too, Nellie,” I reply, my voice soft and raspy. I meet her heavy gaze and I feel a stirring in my core. I know we are drunk and in a dangerous place, but I cannot help my desires.

What should I do?

Tell Nellie to get some sleep

Give Nellie a kiss

Resist the werewolf

Am I crazy? I’m getting all hot and bothered for a big, hairy werewolf. I need to break out of Benjin’s beastly spell before I pull down my trousers and offer this drooling monster a go at me. I see that same flushed look in Nellie’s face. She’s thinking about it too.

I grab her hand and say, “We have to get out of this cabin.”

“Are you certain? Perhaps we should stay and offer the werewolf—”

“Listen to yourself!” I cry, pulling Nellie towards the door. “You are feeling unnatural lust. We cannot succumb to this beast’s need to mate.”

“Yes, of course,” she says, the faraway look in her eyes dissipating. “We have to get out.”

“No! Please! Do not go!” Benjin says, the words thick on his inhuman lips. He chases us as we back out of his cabin and into the chill air of the false night. His breath steams in great gusts and his eyes seem to glow in the moonlight. His lips curl back and he bares his sharp teeth in a lupine snarl. “No need to fight! I do not want to hurt! Give me your bodies!”

“Our bodies?” Nellie gasps, clutching a fearful hand against her green bodice.

“Stay back!” I warn the werewolf, drawing my sword.

“Is not too late,” he growls, his voice barely comprehensible. “No blood yet. Still peace. Still pleasure. Give to me. I will mate!”

His cock juts obscenely from his sheath, swinging with each step he takes as he forces us back from the cabin. The stream is behind us. The woods beyond that. We might be able to run, but I have doubts we would ever elude this beast. Perhaps a fight is what it will take. Or perhaps he could still see reason.

“What are we going to do, Beatrix?” Nellie cries, clinging to my shoulder and pressing her soft breasts against my back. “He is not going to stop coming!”

The werewolf stalks towards us, his reddish-pink cock bouncing as he comes towards us, panting, his breath steaming. His eyes are wild with his bestial lust.

What should I do?

Guard against the werewolf

Use a Finesse Attack

Use a Power Attack

Talk to the werewolf

Flee from the werewolf

Tell Nellie to use her magic

Surrender meekly

Surrender eagerly

Offer my ass to the werewolf

One glance at the werewolf’s hot, throbbing red cock is enough to make up my mind. I know what Nellie is doing by suggesting she give up her ass. She wants that big beastly cock shoved up her fat rear. While my tight little peachy ass deserves that big monster dick!

“I’ll do it,” I say, stepping in front of Nellie.

“What will you do?” Benjin growls, sniffing the air warily.

I answer him by unbuckling my sword belt and letting it drop down my long legs. His gaze follows the heavy sword as it thumps to the grass. I turn away from him with a deliberate swing of my hips. I unbutton my trousers and slide them, along with my panties, down from my firm, round ass. I hear a deep growl as I bare my creamy ass and my dark-thatched cunt to him.

“You will mate with me?” Benjin asks as he saunters closer to me.

“You can have this,” I say, reaching back and spreading my ass for him. “Be gentle.”

“Werewolves are not gentle,” he says and lunges at me. He goes to his reversed knees as he grabs me around my slender waist. I cry out in surprise; certain he is about to take a bite out of me. Instead, Benjin pulls my ass against his cool lupine nose and breathes hotly into the crack of my ass. I whimper and squirm as he holds me in his arms, snuffling and sniffing at my tight asshole. It’s embarrassing, but I stop worrying about that the moment he lashes my sensitive little pucker with his hot, flexible tongue.

“Ohhhhh, that’s a good boy,” I say. “Less growling, more licking.”

He does both, snarling at me even as he’s giving my tight pucker a tongue bath. I arch and press my rear against his snout, savoring the hot caress of his tongue as I reach a hand between my thighs and begin to massage my clit. Benjin’s eager licking stirs the pleasure in my core and leaves me panting and gasping steaming breaths into the night air.

I look back at him over my shoulder. If it weren’t for his clawed hands, it might look like a real wolf had his nose buried in my crack. His brown eyes stare at me intently over the mounds of my rear as he laps at my clenching hole.

He shifts behind me, his tongue lifting from my crack as he rises on his haunches. I quickly shift my hand to cover my pussy. I must make sure he only puts that huge cock where it belongs. I feel his blunt tip bumping against my thighs, smearing precum on my fingers, and finally sliding over the crack of my ass and my tight, spit-wet asshole.

“Nnnnnn, there it is, big boy,” I moan, wiggling my hips for his benefit. “Put it in nice and slow.”

He snarls in reply, his cockhead catching against the wet divot of my hole. He thrusts into me, straining my clenched hole, pushing harder, and forcing his way inside me. I wail in pain and shock as his hot length slides into my ass. He thrusts so deep that his furry balls mash against my hand covering my pussy.

“Please, Mr. Werewolf, do not hurt her,” cries Nellie.

“It will not hurt,” growls Benjin. “She just needs to relax.”

Easier said than done as he grabs my slender waist with both hands and start pummeling my ass with his huge cock. It feels like it’s going to poke me in my lungs each time he thrusts deep inside me and like he is going to pull me inside out each time he pulls back. It doesn’t help that he is humping me like he is trying to win a race. His cock prods deep, the only mercy that his precum is so plentiful it lubes up his thrusting hardness.

“Oh, gods, that is big,” I pant, still not able to catch my breath.

“The better to pound your pale flesh with,” snarls the werewolf, seeming to double his furious thrusting.

He is slamming my stretched hole with his hot cock, his growls growing louder and more savage, when I begin to feel something swelling up against my stuffed ring. His cock is getting bigger! I’m already as full as I can get with his cock! His thrusts press this new bulge insistently at my already-stuffed hole.

“No! I can’t handle it!” I moan. I feel so much dirtier as I realize that bulge is his knot. I guess a werewolf has a lot more in common with an actual wolf than I realized. And I’m on the receiving end.

“You will take it!” Benjin snarls with animal fur, slamming into my ass even harder. It forces his knot past my ring. I feel certain I will split open, but I take his growing bulge and his knot plugs my ass. The moment the werewolf’s throbbing knot slips past my pucker, Benjin throws back his head and howls with ecstasy.

“Oh… oh gods! Ohhhhh yes!” I cry, feeling his huge cock jerking and pumping inside me. He’s shooting his massive werewolf load deep into my ass, his thick cum slicking his cock and stuffing me with his warm seed. It’s enough to drive me over the edge. I desperately rub my clit, my ass clutching at his pumping cock, milking out spurt after spurt of his cum.

He collapses atop me, panting heavily and licking at my neck and ear as I continue cumming. The feel of my ass squeezing against his huge knot is so strange, dirty, and exciting. It finally makes my arm give out and my face falls to the grass, my ass still up and his knot still buried inside me.

“Good cum slut,” he growls in my ear, nipping at it. “If you give me time to recover, I will fill your pussy with cum too.”

“Ohhhhh,” I whimper, practically ready to give up my cunt to him as aftershocks ripple through my body.

His weight lifts and his huge knot tugs at my anus. It pulls and pulls, buried inside me, not quite ready to pop free. By force of will, I relax my muscles and his huge knot slips free. I gasp, feeling a huge quantity of werewolf spunk bubbling out of my raw ring and dripping down my cunt. There’s so much of it pouring out of me that it’s embarrassing. I know Nellie can see it. I don’t want to meet her lusty gaze.

“You need to go,” growls Benjin, stilling panting like a dog. “My urges are too strong. If you wait, I will need to mate with you. Both of you.”

I push myself up on my hands and knees. There’s so much cum dripping out of my ass that I can’t leave in this condition.

“Nellie, I can’t go anywhere like this,” I say, spreading my ass so she has an even better view.

“Oh, my, that is messy,” she giggles. “How am I supposed to clean that up?”

A very naughty way occurs to me.

What do I tell her?

Tell her to clean me with a strip of cloth!

Tell her to clean my ass with her tongue!

The edge of the forest

Nellie’s glowing globe floats out of the trees and into a clearing. The light reveals a monolithic stone wall that curves away in both directions and reaches a hundred feet or more into the sky. Set in the door is a heavy iron door pitted with rust. The globe hovers next to the entrance and as we join it I see that there is a simple pull-ring handle and massive iron hinges caked in rust.

“I think we’re supposed to go in there,” I say. There are no markings or design on the door. Like the wall it gives little indication of what lies within.

Nellie turns back and gives the forest a last look. She sighs and her creamy breasts heave in her bodice.

“I know it is a lie,” she murmurs. “But it pains me to leave this place behind. It almost felt like we were free.”

“Pretty, sure, but it’s just another dungeon,” I say. A distant howl serves as a reminder that there is a beast out there somewhere still hungry for our bodies. “Let’s go, Nellie, before the horny furball catches up with us.”

I grab the pull-ring and tug with all my weight. The door shifts and groans on its hinges. Rust flakes off as the door swings toward us and permits the glowing globe to float inside. The light reveals a stony staircase that plunges deep underground. A cold, dank smell drifts up and I can hear the faint sound of water gurgling beneath us.

“Not exactly welcoming,” I say, but the werewolf howls again and we hurry through the door. I pull it shut behind us and it closes with a boom that surely alerts any lurking monsters to our presence.

Nellie leads the way down the stairs, pushing the globe ahead of us with slight gestures of her hand. The air grows cooler and damp as we emerge into a wide room with a low ceiling. The damp, rounded stonework everywhere gives the impression of a dungeon that has been flooded many times. Moss grows on the stones and as we emerge from the stairwell magical torches burst to life.

“At least I can give this a rest,” says Nellie, snapping her fingers and making the globe disappear. “Oh, look over there! A chest!”

She points to a large, gilded treasure chest. It looks the sort of thing a pirate captain or a king might keep his most valuable treasure inside. The lid is open slightly and golden light reflects from objects piled inside. Nellie heads straight for it, her huge breasts bouncing up and down as she runs across the room. I move a little more slowly, searching for pressure plates, tripwires, or floors that might give way.

“Careful!” I shout to her. “Zimon is tricky.”

Nellie barely seems to hear me as she runs straight up to the treasure chest and falls to her knees. I hear something to my left and whirl to face it. A small black lizard scurries out from a grate in the floor and darts back in again. It doesn’t seem to be a threat. But maybe water will flow out of that grate and flood the whole--

“Ahhhhh!” Nellie cries out, but her voice is almost instantly muffled. I hear a loud, disgusting slurping sound as I turn back to the chest.

Nellie’s legs are sticking out from the lid of the chest, kicking frantically. Her boot has fallen off one foot and her dainty toes curl as pink and purple tendrils grab hold of her legs and pull those into the chest as well. The lid slams shut and two baleful red eyes open on the front of the chest’s lid and stare at me. To my shock, the seam of the lid curls into a smile that drips with slime. I can hear Nellie crying out and thumping around inside the chest.

“What in the name of the gods just happened?” I wonder aloud.

“What do you think just happened?” The chest asks in a rough voice. “I ate the elf.”

“You… ate Nellie?” I feel a cold jerk of fear as I stare at the evil chest.

“Well, she started reaching inside me and I’m hungry, so yeah, I ate her.” When the chest speaks it opens its lid slightly and I can see a translucent pink membrane and things moving around inside it. Nellie is still alive, even if this creature did swallow her whole. “Why don’t you come over here, girlie. I’ll show you my treasure.”

He opens his lid wider and gold coins and wands and gems push into view like a kid showing you a mouthful of food. I draw my sword and shout, “Give me back my friend!”

“Mmmmmmm! No, I don’t think so! She’s delicious! Mmmm! Very ticklish!” I hear a muffled wail from inside the chest. “Come and get her! It’s not so bad. It feels good. Look!”

The chest opens wide, the treasure sliding out view again and revealing a pink membrane covering a bulging chamber lined with wiggling tentacles. Inside, I see Nellie, covered in slime and stripped naked, writhing in the giant chest as tentacles caress her, tickle her, and rub and her holes. She is struggling, but she doesn’t really seem to be fighting them. She seems to be enjoying them. Her eyes lock with mine through the slimy pink membrane and a flicker of sense seems to pierce the trance of pleasure. She shouts something that is muffled inside the chest. It might be “help me” but it might be “join me.”

The lid slams closed over the membrane and those red eyes stare at me again.

“Put down the sword,” growls the chest. “I can’t digest metal.”

“Digest?” I gasp.

“Well, yeah, it’s magical digestion. Not gross like how you animals do it. I turn girls into choice bits of treasure. Like this…” A tentacle curls from inside the chest and it’s gripping a delicate wand decorated with a slender nude woman. “Reached in here about a month ago. She was real yummy. We had lots of fun together and now she’s a magic wand. I’ve got swords and helmets, a cloak, and lots of pretty gems.”

It sounds both horrifying and fascinating. To be devoured by this monster mimicking a chest and turned into treasure is about right for the sort of fate I’d expect to meet in a wizard’s dungeon.

“You’re not trying to mate with us?” I ask.

“Oh, sure, that’s fun,” laughs the chest. “Do you want to get felt up? I’m giving it to the elf real good. No reason a pretty human like you can’t join in the fun. C’mon. I don’t bite. Well, I do, but just the once. Chomp! Heh heh heh!”

I grip my sword tightly, torn about what I can even do to rescue Nellie from this predicament. One thing is certain: if I surrender to this thing, it’s going to eat me. I’ll be trapped inside it and digested into treasure. I shudder at the thought.

What should I do?

Keep up my guard as I approach the mimic

Use a Finesse Attack

Use a Power Attack

Talk to the mimic

Flee from the mimic

Surrender meekly to the mimic

Surrender eagerly to the mimic

Flee from the slime

I stare at the huge, bubbling bulk of the slime. Its vague face spreads into a smile and it slides towards me.

“Nellie, run,” I murmur, my sword raised and my heart pounding. “I can’t stop this thing.”

“W-what?” She whispers, still clinging to my back.

“RUN!” I shout, sheathing my sword, grabbing her hand, and turning to run. “There has to be a way out of here!”

We dash for the columns lining the wall of the chamber. The zyggoth is slurping and sliding behind us. The light from Nellie’s floating orb glows through its body, casting strange purple shadows over us.

“I don’t see anything!” I shout, searching frantically.

“I can see through the darkness,” cries Nellie. “There! A staircase!”

She gives my arm a tug and summons the glowing globe. I see it now, an arched doorway and a staircase winding up into the darkness. She takes the lead. The slime is right on our heels, burbling with annoyance that we seem to be escaping. Tendrils of violet goo reach out for us and I slice them away, allowing us to dash clear of its reach.

Nellie stumbles and falls to one knee. I lift her up, her breasts bouncing bare of her torn bodice. She looks at me gratefully as we reach the stairs and begin to climb them.

I can hear wet slurping and slapping against the steps just behind us. A glance back confirms my worst fears as I see the violet mass of slime slosh into the stairwell and begin flowing up the steps. We climb higher and higher. My legs ache and I am desperately out of breath.

“Just ahead,” cries Nellie. “There! A hallway!”

The slime is not far behind us as we emerge from the stairwell and into a long hallway. There is a heavy door at the end of the hall, but the door is behind an iron gate. As I run towards it, my food depresses a hidden panel in the floor. My full body weight presses down on the panel and the gate begins to rise. I step off the panel and the gate crashes down again in an instant.

“It’s a pressure plate,” cries Nellie. “The gate is opened by a pressure plate.”

The slime is filling the hallway behind us, spreading its oozing body wide so that it can obstruct the entire passage. There is no going back. I realize the meaning of the pressure plate activation for the gate: one of us will have to stay behind to hold the gate open for the other person.

“I might be able to wedge my sword into the plate and hold it open so… so…” The gate clatters up as I struggle to hold it down with my sword, but I can already see that it won’t work. There is no gap between the depressed plate and the wall of the depression beneath it. I can’t even work the tip of my sword between the two.

Nellie’s soft hands cradle my face. She makes me lift my gaze and look into her blue eyes.

“It’s almost here, Beatrix,” she whispers, a smile forming on her lips. “Go. Go and I will stand on the plate.”

“No, Nellie,” I say.

“You saved my life,” she says, her eyes wet with emotion. “Let me save yours. I will stand on the plate. You go through.”

My heart aches at her sincerity. There is no time to convince her, no time to debate. The slime is almost upon us. I must either agree or take her place and push her through the gate.

“Bloooo!” The slime calls, seeming to taunt us as it approaches.

“Go,” says Nellie, squeezing my hands.

What should I do?

Reluctantly let Nellie stand on the pressure plate to open the gate

Stand on the plate and hold the gate open for Nellie

Flee from the werewolf

“Run, Nellie,” I whisper, holding my sword up. “Run!”

“I am not leaving you, Beatrix!” She cries.

“Go! I will catch up to you!” I say, brandishing my sword as I stare down the approaching werewolf.

Thankfully, Nellie heeds my advice, letting go of my shoulder and running behind me. I hear her splashing across the stream and running for the woods behind us.

“She won’t get far,” snarls the werewolf. “I will chase her down and tear off her clothes. I will pin her to floor of the forest and fuck my pups into her elf cunt!”

“Not very nice,” I say, edging away from him. He charges at me and I dodge out of his path, rolling on the ground and almost losing my grip on my sword in the process. As I come to my feet, I sheath my sword and I run. I do not look back.

It takes me a moment to realize that I am running in entirely the wrong direction. Nellie is nowhere to be seen. I want to call out to her, find my way to her, but I do not dare reveal my location to the werewolf. Sometimes he seems to be snarling only a few paces away from me and others he seems to be in the distance, howling into the night.

Without warning, he crashes through the trees in front of me, leaves and twigs clinging to his furry body. His eyes are wild, his tongue lolling from his jaws, and his lewd red cock jutting from his bestial sheath. I cannot help but notice that it is dripping wet and oozing drops of white cum.

“Your turn, Beatrix,” he growls.

“What do you mean?” I cry.

“I’ve already given pups to the elf,” he snarls with laughter. “Now I give them to you!”

I turn to run in the opposite direction, fear and despair surging inside me, but it is far too late for that. Benjin is on me in a single leap, knocking me to the ground. He bites the back of my neck, his jaws closing just enough to let me know he could he rip out my spine. His clawed hands tears at my blouse and shred my trousers. In seconds, I am naked and whimpering, on my hands and knees with the werewolf’s furry body pressing down against my back.

Worse than the fear or the pain of his raking claws is the lust. Gods, but my pussy is throbbing at the thought of being mounted. I want it in the dirtiest way possible. I want to be fucked by a werewolf. He holds the backs of my legs and snorts and sniffs at my cunt and my ass. It is humiliating right up until he begins to lick my pussy and ass with his long, warm, flexible tongue.

“Delicious,” he growls, sliding his warm tongue over my folds and into my crack. He licks me again and again, until I am whimpering and trembling with need. My thighs quake and my fingertips tighten in the soft earth. “You want this, Beatrix. Admit it.”

“No,” I whimper. “No, I want you to stop.”

His clawed fingers massage my pussy, spreading it as he strokes the bud of my clit. I cannot stop myself from moaning with pleasure.

“Turn over,” he says.

“W-what?” I gasp. “Please, do not make me turn over.”

“On your back,” he snarls, his anger sending a cold lash of fear up my back. “You will look upon me as I defile you with my seed.”

His powerful hands roll me onto my back. I could fight him, but I lie there on my back, my creamy thighs parted, pink pussy on display, and my breasts covered in pine-needles as they heave with each breath I take.

“The elf didn’t fight much either,” chuckles Benjin, the words thick on his lupine tongue.

“Is…is she alright?” I gasp, trying not to stare at his red cock jutting over me.

“Better,” says the werewolf. “She has been bred. She knows the true happiness of being my bitch.”

He thrusts his cock into my slick pussy, the blunt tip forcing past my lips and the slippery length of it stretching my inner walls. He is huge and it feels incredible. I moan, writhing on the ground beneath him as he leans his face close to mine. I shut my eyes as his steamy breath wafts in my face and his huge cock begins furiously thrusts into my tight pussy.

It is nothing like being fucked by a man. His hips move like he is a machine, thrusting relentlessly into my pussy, each stroke so deep that I can feel the furry cuff of his sheath rubbing against the lips of my cunt. His tongue lashes my lips and chin, licking me like an excited dog. When I open my mouth to say something, to beg him to stop (or maybe beg him for more) his tongue slides into my mouth. Now that is weird, I’ll admit, but it feels so hot with his cock pounding into my pussy that I just go with it. I’m kissing a werewolf. Swapping slobber, as my gross cousin used to say about his girlfriends.

“Ohhhh, it’s so big, Benjin,” I cry against his tongue.

“It is about… mmmmm… to get bigger,” he growls. I feel it a moment later, pushing at my already-stretched cuntlips. His cock is swelling, bulging, pushing into my pussy. He forces the bulge past my stretched folds and plugs me with the fat, throbbing root of his cock.

His knot, I realize. He is knotting me like a dog with its bitch. It’s depraved and strange and almost painful I am stretched so wide.

Then his cock begins to twitch and Benjin throws back his lupine head and howls. His cock pumps into my aching pussy, spurting his hot sperm against my fertile womb. In an instant, the magic of the dungeon works, and my life is forever changed. The gushes of the werewolf’s hot seed pour into me and impregnate me and my ecstasy explodes from that union. My inner walls clamp around him and I wrap my arms and legs around his powerful furry body.

“Yes! Oh, yes, my love!” I cry, joy filling me as I cum harder than I have ever cum before. “Fill me, Benjin! Fill me with your seed! Breed my human pussy!”

“AWWWWOOOOOO!” He howls again, slamming and sloshing his cock into my creamy pussy until his spunk has filled me completely.

I understand it all. My fears and anger fade away and I realize my destiny. I was trapped in this dungeon to become the bitch to a werewolf. I have never been happier.

CONTINUE >

Pleasure her golden cunt with my tongue

There is nothing quite like the pleasure of a good tonguing and I intend to show Nellie that I know my way around her fluffy golden elf cunt. Our lips are so perfect together that I hesitate to break the kiss. I whisper against her mouth, “I have to taste you.”

“Oh, Beatrix,” she moans, pulling away from me to rest her weight on her braced arms. Her huge breasts shift and spread as she leans her shoulders back. She looks at me with heavy eyes, parts her shapely thighs, and says, “Please. Let me feel your tongue.”

I do not know if I am inclined to prefer women to men. It is not a thought that had occurred to me before I met Nellie. Whatever my proclivities, I am smitten by the sight of the beautiful elf and her blushing, blonde-tufted cunt. I crawl between her shapely thighs, caressing her supple flesh and lowering my face to her dewy petals. Her scent is sweet and fresh despite all we have been through. I breathe it in, savoring her as I brush my lips against Nellie’s delicate folds. She cries out softly, stroking my head with her hand and watching me rub a teasing kiss against her quim.

She trembles and moans, “Oh, please, Beatrix. I cannot bear this teasing.”

I run my fingers over her folds, parting her delicate quim just enough to reveal the inner pink. It glistens with her arousal and her inner channel contracts with her excitement.

“I cannot bear to tease you any longer,” I moan, lunging that last distance and surrendering to my desire to taste her cunt. I tongue her parted folds, my tongue slipping between them and over the sweet entrance of her pussy. I feel the unmistakable hardness of her clit and I direct my attention to that precious bud, licking it and circling it with my tongue.

“Oooooooh,” croons Nellie, curling her fingers in my hair and pulling me against her steamy cunt. “That is the perfect spot. Oh, yes, just there, Beatrix. You have found my clit.”

“Mmmmhmmmnnnn,” I agree, alternating between licking her bud of pleasure and pressing soft kisses to it. I catch that tiny bud between my lips and gently suck, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from Nellie. I suck harder and she squirms against my face, smearing more of her sweet nectar on my lips and chin. I push her back down, holding her thighs apart even as I spread her cunt with my other hand.

There is nothing holding me back now. No reluctance or fear. I tongue her cunt with relish, looking up over her heaving breasts and into her sparkling blue eyes. Those eyes are heavy with pleasure, her hand caressing my shoulders and the back of my head as I lap at her sweet pussy. I pull her shapely thighs over my shoulders and she cries out with delight.

“Oh, Beatrix, I am so very close,” she cries and arches on the bedroll, thrusting her hot seam against my tongue. Her thighs squeeze around my head and her plush bottom lifts off the ground. I can feel the tension build in her muscles. I suck and lick relentlessly at her clit, each swipe of my tongue seeming to tighten her muscles more until, with a cry that echoes through the darkness, Nellie begins to spasm with pleasure. Her breasts shake and her thighs clench tightly around my head. I suck at her clit, pulsing that suction rhythmically as her juices spill over my lips and chin.

“Ahhhhh!” Nellie’s cry of pleasure is a prolonged note, vibrating through her body and into mine. She bucks a few times, smearing more of her cum against my face, until finally she relaxes back onto the bedroll.

I persist, letting her legs slide from my shoulders, but bending them back above her to expose more of her cunt and the pale pink knot of her anus. It glistens with spilled nectar and clenches with aftershocks of her pleasure. I rub it gently with two fingers as I thrust my tongue deep into the hot, quaking folds of her cunt.

“Beatrix, I am still tender from my peak,” she gasps, jerking with aftershocks. “You do not need to continue.”

“Yet I do,” I chuckle, lapping slow licks at her clit and gently sliding my two fingers into her cunt. Her inner walls tighten around my digits, squeezing them as she gasps with pleasure. I tongue her cunt with increasing lust, pulling her back from her languid afterglow and towards another climax. I fuck her with two fingers and let my knuckles drum steadily against her wet anus. I lick at her clit, battering it until she begins to writhe against me.

“Oh, gods, I am… I… ooooOOOOHHH!” She throws back her head, her golden hair tossing on the bedroll as she shakes and shudders. I feel her inner muscles clutching at my fingers and her anus tightening rhythmically against my battering knuckle.

“Nnnhnnnn,” I encourage her, licking furiously at her clit to prolong and heighten her ecstasy. Her body arches violently and she grabs hold of my head with both hands, pulling me tight against her clit. I suck at her folds and her clit in that moment, causing her to wail in shocked pleasure.

At last, Nellie collapses, panting and sweat soaked, onto the bedroll. I ease my fingers out of her quaking quim and hold them up to her face. She moans wearily, parting her lips and sucking my cum-smeared digits into her warm mouth. I climb atop her, pulling my fingers out of her mouth with a wet pop and replacing them with a kiss. Her mouth opens eagerly to mine and our tongues twist together in a hot mixture of her sweet cum and our saliva.

“I love the noises you make when you cum,” I confess against her lips.

“Do you?” She giggles. “I love it when you make me cum.”

Her hands caress my body and squeeze my bottom as our tongues meet in another steamy swirl. When I break the kiss it is to admit, “I want to make you cum again, Nellie.”

“Again? You are greedy.” She laughs. “But, mmmmm, I suppose. If you let me make you cum as well.”

“How can I refuse that?” I whisper and kiss her again, our passion stoking the heat of our embrace.

Nellie turns me onto my back and climbs atop me. She squats above my face, presenting the raunchy sight of her wet cunt to me only a finger’s width above my face. I take hold of her thighs and pull her downward, smothering me in her sweet elven scent and smearing myself with her nectar. She giggles atop me, her weight shifting as she stretches her soft body across mine. Her fingers caress my hot folds and send a tremor of pleasure into my core. I answer that pleasure by greedily tonguing her hot cunt, pressing my tongue deep into that slippery channel and letting her nectar spill into my mouth and down my cheeks.

I lick her and suck her wantonly. I lose myself beneath the plush weight of her creamy ass, my tongue burrowing deep into her pussy as I breathe the hot air of her loins. It is so exciting and dirty that I cannot stop. The more I lick, the more Nellie licks me. She fucks me with her fingers and tickles my clit with her tongue. Soon, our pleasure is joined in a mutual dance, rising together and falling together and rising again. I cry out into her cunt, my ecstasy vibrating into those sugary folds as she wails against me, her tongue battering against my clit.

I can feel it coming. I hold tightly to her as if she might somehow separate from me in that moment of ecstasy. I thrust my tongue deep into her clutching channel and call her name. The weight of her ass smothers me and I savor it, buried beneath that creamy flesh as I lick with abandon. My pleasure bursts from my core in powerful spasms. I feel that same pleasure echoed in Nellie, her pussy twitching around my tongue and her body tightening atop me. We cum together, in perfect unison, my orgasm seeming to flow through my body and into her.

It is a glorious respite, no matter how brief, from the reality of our imprisonment. For those moments, pressed together and cumming, we are truly free. Flying above everything together.

But it must end. Panting, still shuddering, she finally rolls off me. We are sweaty and dazed from our incredible climax. I crawl into an embrace beside the fire, caressing her and kissing her, my firm body pressed against her soft, ample curves.

“Promise me you will escape this place, Beatrix,” she murmurs against me.

“I promise,” I say, kissing her softly. “With you. We will escape together.”

She holds me against her and we pull a flimsy blanket over us both. I kiss her a few more times before she nuzzles against my pert breasts, her silky blonde hair spilling over my body. I stroke her head and seemingly in moments she is snoring against me. I smile and my sleep comes almost as easily.

I awake to the cold and the dark. The fire has gone out and Nellie has rolled off the bedroll, taking the blanket with her. I sit up, suddenly feeling watched, and pull my knees against my chest. I search the darkness. The faintest glow of the embers in the fire illuminate something glittering in the dark near one of the columns against the wall of the cave.

It moves.

I jerk back and shake, gasping. I scramble over to Nellie until she is awake.

“Something was here,” I explain.

“What was it?” She asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“I don’t know,” I say, squinting at the darkness. “It might be gone now.”

She conjures a glowing orb and we watch together as it floats over to the column. It illuminates a patch of stones that are wet and glistening. Was that it? Just liquid? But why is it wet there?

“Maybe I imagined it,” I say. “But we need to get dressed. We need to keep going.”

“Yes,” agrees Nellie. “We must leave this place. Together.”

“Together,” I agree, exchanging a meaningful look with the beautiful elf. A smile flickers on her face. A rasping sound from somewhere in the darkness wipes it away. We gather our things, such as they are, and search the darkness around us.

“There,” I say. “A door. That must be the way out.”

The light drifts ahead and reveals a simple wooden door with rusty hinges. It stands slightly open.

I take the lead as we set off through this mysterious door.

CONTINUE >

Offer to suck the werewolf’s cock

“I will do it,” I say, trying not to stare at his raunchy red cock. “I will pleasure you with my mouth.”

“Yes?” Benjin growls uncertainly. “Put your sword away. Go back into my cabin.”

“Back inside?” I feel my guts twist with fear. I would be easy prey for him in the confines of his cabin. “Only if you sit down for this. I will only go back inside if you are sitting.”

He growls, but lopes back to the cabin, throws open the door, and sits down in a wooden chair beside the fire. I follow him into the cabin, my sword sheathed, but my nerves on edge. Nellie is close behind me.

Benjin’s position in the chair is rather awkward with his inverted knees. His legs stick out straight from the chair and it is more like he is kneeling on it. With his human upper body proportions, it looks almost like a human in a wolf costume has sat upon a wolf. It would be a comical sight were it not for the glistening red cock jutting from his fur and the teeth that could tear my throat out.

“Pleasure me,” he growls.

I take a short length of string out of my pocket, pull my dark hair back into a ponytail, and tie the string around it. I take a deep breath, trying to pretend I cannot smell Benjin’s bestial musk under the smoky smell of the burning wood in the hearth.

I get down on my knees in front of the werewolf and rest my hands on his furry legs. He growls, watching me closely as I run my tongue over the blunt crown of his cock. The taste and scent of him are strange and beastly. I close my eyes to try to deny what I am doing, but it only seems to make things more intense as I engulf his cock in my mouth. He whines softly, like a dog, and I whimper around him, sliding his warm cock to he back of my throat.

With Nellie standing close by, watching me intently, I begin to suck Benjin’s red cock. The cabin fills with the sound of my slurping and moaning, interrupted occasionally by a growl or whine of pleasure from the werewolf or a loud crack of wood in the fire. I reach a hand between his legs and massage his furry stones. My spit washes away some of his beastly taste, but soon I begin to taste salty-sweet precum smearing my tongue. I suck bob faster and slurp harder on his cock.

A part of me hates this and wants it over with as quickly as possible.

Another part of me, perhaps the dominant part, is eager to feel his cum shooting into my mouth. What will it taste like? Should I swallow it or spit it out?

“Oh, gods,” moans Nellie, clutching a hand to her breasts and watching raptly as I suck the werewolf’s cock.

The more I slide my mouth on his hot, twitching length, the more I begin to feel something swelling beneath my stroking fingers. At first I think I’m imagining it, but then I move my hands for a moment and look down to see a growing bulge at the root of the werewolf’s cock. It is almost as if his bollocks have slid up and into his shaft, but this bulge does not feel like that exactly. I keep sucking, my spit sliding down his cock to coat this new protrusion. I caress the bulge with my fingers and realize what it is: his knot.

Almost the instant I have that realization, Benjin howls loudly and Nellie lets out a cry of surprise. A moment later, his cock erupts into my mouth. Gods, but I try to keep up with it. Pump after pump of hot werewolf spunk gushes into my mouth, salty and thick and hot. I swallow, I gulp, I force down the massive quantity of slimy liquid, but I still can’t keep up. It pours out around his throbbing red cock and coats my fingers in frothy white. I suckle him until I feel the very last twitch of pleasure in his maleness and then slowly lifting my mouth.

I look up at Benjin as his cum pours down my chin and drips onto the floorboards. I pant to catch my breath.

“Go,” he growls, looking down at me. “Go now. Before I change my mind. Before my lust returns.”

I nod and wipe my face on the sleeve of my blouse. His musk clings to me, but there is no time to clean up. Nellie, looking flushed and aroused, follows me out of the cabin and into the night.

“That was intense,” she whispers. “What did it taste like?”

“Werewolf cum,” I say, grabbing her hand. “We need to go.”

An angry howl from the cabin provides additional motivation. We run for it, crashing into the forest behind the trees. I pray that I do not hear the snarling werewolf in pursuit.

After a while of running, the woods darken as clouds cover the moon. Nellie conjures one of her glowing orbs to lead the way through the dark forest. I should be afraid, but with a heavy bellyful of werewolf spunk, I’m determined to make it out of this illusory realm.

CONTINUE >

Guard against the slime

“Stay behind me!” I shout, standing up and shield Nellie from the advancing slime. A pseudopod quests closer and I slam my sword down. It passes easily through the slimy goo and clangs against the tile floor. My blade severs this jiggling lump of slime, but the pseudopod simply reaches out to this portion of its body and rejoins the pieces with a slurp.

“It is still coming,” cries Nellie.

“Back away,” I say, chopping another hunk off the slime. “Towards the columns there.”

We back away as the slime pursues us with tendrils. These grow increasingly narrow and elongated as it flattens its body and begins to slide around us. Much of it is moving in the shadows to our sides, encircling us as I hack at tendrils and it backs us up against the wall. We press between the columns and the tendrils, so extended that they are no thicker than my finger, retreat into the shadows. Nellie’s orb is so far above us that I see only faint glistening from the slime in the darkness.

“Where is it?” Nellie asks, clinging to my back and peering over my shoulder. “Did it depart?”

“I don’t thinks so,” I say, squinting at the darkness. “Bring your orb lower so I can see better.”

“Oh, right,” she says, waving her hand and causing the light orb to descend towards us. As it reveals the chamber and the tiled floor with greater clarity, I have a moment of relief as the zyggoth seems to be gone.

“No sign of it,” I say, sheathing my sword. I step away from Nellie and turn to face her, a smile on my face. As I turn, ready to boast about my swordsmanship, I realize that the slime is clinging to the column above us, its entire violet bulk stuck to the wall in a bulging mass.

I don’t even have a chance to scream. The slime drops atop us, slamming us both down to the ground and covering us in a cool, sticky mass of goo. The slime covers every part of us, but retreats from our faces as if the zyggoth knows we need to breathe. I press against the slime and my hands stretch and thin the violet membrane over my body. I cannot break through its shapeless flesh and it presses down against me with a force of its own.

“Oh, gods, it is melting my clothing,” whimpers Nellie.

I feel a tingling against my skin as well and realize my blouse and my trousers are dissolving into nothing. The slime forces apart my legs and disintegrates my panties, cool slime sliding over my bare pussy. I moan as the slime tightens against my limbs and caresses my breasts. It feels as if two mouths are closing on my breasts, engulfing my nipples and beginning to suck. Pleasure crackles through my body and I gasp against my will.

“It’s… it’s sucking my breasts. Ohhhhh, gods, my pussy too. I can’t… can’t get out, Nellie.” I wail, twisting and turning inside the slime, but barely shifting my position. Slimy tongues flick at my pussy, clit, and anus. They tickle my sensitive holes and open my folds for the spongy tip of its cockhead.

“Bllooooo,” it sings, pushing its cock into my aching pussy. It’s big, but also soft, spreading me painlessly as it pours into my hot channel. Nellie manages to turn onto her hands and knees. I can see through the slime’s translucent body that the shapeless creature is sucking her fat nipples and plundering her pussy with a gooey cock.

“Oh, Beatrix, it feels so good,” she moans, shaking and jerking with her body engulfed by slime.

“Yes, it’s so good,” I laugh as my pleasure builds. I feel insane. The pleasure is growing with each slimy suck and each flick of a tendril at my tender holes. Its slime cock is pumping in and out of me, filling me with one stroke and leaving me empty as it pulls back. A second gooey cock invades my ass, swirling and twisting into my tight hole as the slime burbles excitedly.

“Blloooooo! Bloooooo!”

“Ohhhh, yes, give it to me, you gooey brute,” cries Nellie, pushing back against the slime’s cocks with pleasure on her blushing face.

It’s horrifying and yet wonderful. I buck my hips, at the mercy of the slime as it plunders my trembling holes. My pleasure rises to a peak and I howl in perfect concert with Nellie, our climaxes united inside the gurgling, slurping body of the slime. At that moment, caught in the throes of my toe-curling pleasure, I feel a gush of warmth from the slime’s cool flesh. The moment this spurt splashes against my womb I see light exploding in my vision. I feel a new pleasure and a sense of elation I had never imagined as the curse of the dungeon takes hold.

“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me full of your cum!” I cry, bucking my hips.

“Make your slime babies inside me!” Nellie howls, fucking back against the spurting slime cock. “Fill me with your slimy spawn!”

“Blooooo!” The slime burbles happily.

I never imagined it possible, but we have been bred by the slime. Two broodmares for our gooey lover.

CONTINUE >

Clean Nellie’s ass with a piece of my blouse

I feel a warmth in my cunt and a distinct urge to bury my tongue in Nellie’s creamed ass. I resist the urge and grab hold of my blouse, tearing off a strip of it. I begin carefully mopping the werewolf cum from Nellie’s ass, starting with the splatters on her plump cheeks and working my way to her thighs. Once those are clean, I dip the cloth between her cheeks, scooping out all that slimy spunk and discarding the cloth. The almost overwhelming musk of sex is thick in the air.

“There you are,” I say, stepping back. “You’re cleanish.”

“Very kind of you,” says Nellie, pulling her tight-fitting robes back into place.

I turn my attention to Benjin. He was watching me clean Nellie’s creamy ass and now his attention is on her getting dressed. His red cock is still partly extended from his sheath and his tongue lolls madly from his savage mouth. That intense stare is worrying.

“We need to go,” I murmur to Nellie. “Hurry it up.”

Benjin’s ears twitch. His growling voice seems calmed as he says, “You’re right, Beatrix. Nellie. You must leave. I can control my urges… briefly. Soon they will return with overwhelming force. Soon I will have to mate you both.”

Nellie finishes lacing her robe and we hurry away from the clearing. Even as we’re heading into the forest, I can hear the werewolf beginning to angrily growl.

“That was intense,” she whispers. “You were tempted by him, weren’t you?”

“No, not at all,” I lie.

“I know you were tempted by me,” she giggles, stealing a glance in my direction.

“Maybe a little,” I say. “But stop talking about it. We need to keep moving.”

An angry howl from the cabin provides additional motivation. We run for it, crashing into the forest behind the trees. I pray that I do not hear the snarling werewolf in pursuit.

After a while of running, the woods darken as clouds cover the moon. Nellie conjures one of her glowing orbs to lead the way through the dark forest. I should be afraid, but with Nellie reeking of werewolf spunk, I’m determined to make it out of this illusory realm.

CONTINUE >

Tell Nellie to get some sleep

I wet my lips. This is not the time nor the place for me to act on my desires.

“We, um, we should get some sleep,” I say to Nellie, looking away from her lust-heavy blue eyes. “You go ahead first. I’ll take first watch.”

“Oh,” she says, not really concealing her disappointment. “Yes, very well. I will try to rest, though I will probably not sleep.”

She unrolls one of the bedrolls and finds a flimsy blanket and a stuffed pad for sleeping. I try not to watch the shapely elf settle into bed, the glow of the fire painting her creamy curves an inviting golden-red. She glances at me one last time and then turns onto her side, facing away from me, her back toward the fire. She pulls the flimsy blanket over her body.

Despite her claim that she would not sleep, Nellie is snoring in what seems like seconds. Her snores grow louder and echo in the empty silence of the cave. If there are any monsters lurking about that were not aware of us before, the steady snoring of the elf will surely alert them to our presence. I sit beside Nellie’s sleeping body and rest my drawn sword across my lap. If anything comes for her out of the darkness beyond the firelight, I will meet it with my blade.

For a while, I even succeed at keeping watch. I search the darkness and think about all the things I will do to Zimon when I finally have my chance for revenge. Somewhere between picturing him hung upside down with his balls strangulated by a snake and picturing myself covering him with honey to let ants munch on him I think I fell asleep.

That would explain why I am suddenly dreaming about Gornal Mannersen, one of the richest men in my village of Lesser Crudridge. He probably wasn’t particularly wealthy by the standards of more civilized places, but his velvet coat with gold buttons was enough to set him apart from most in the village. He was a bit fat and not very friendly, but I always admired how well-groomed he seemed when he deigned to stop by our store. In my dream he decides to buy me instead of any merchandise and my father wraps me up in butcher’s paper and carries me out to Gornal’s wagon.

Once I’m unwrapped back at his house in the hills, he proceeds to undress me and fondle my naked body. In that liquid way of dreams, I am suddenly dressed as a maid and sweeping up his study while he sits by the fire. Gornal pulls me into his lap, against the padding of his belly, and slips his pudgy fingers under my skirt. I moan as he finds my dark-tufted cunt and begins strumming at the hot seam of my pussy.

“Oh, my dear,” he purrs against my slender neck. “I will work you so hard. I will work you every night until you can hardly hold your eyes open. Your thighs will shake when you see me as you think of my cock.”

“Yes, Gornal,” I cry, squirming against the large lump in his trousers.

He pulls down the front of my peasant dress and my pert breasts are exposed. His fat hands encircle my mounds and squeeze them. His ringed fingers pluck at my nipples. I hiss with pleasure, arching against him as he plays with my sensitive buds. When I turn to kiss him, he is not Gornal Mannerson at all, but Zimon Fendriss.

The bearded wizard gives me a cocky smile and tweaks my nipples.

“Did you really think you can escape me, even in your dreams?” He laughs. “Oh, no, I’ll have my way with you whenever I want, Beatrix.”

I cry out as he throws me from his lap and onto my hands and knees. I am not on the floor but in the bed in the inn where he first took me. He climbs behind me, my skirt raised, my underclothes pulled aside. He rests one hand on my creamy bottom and grips his cock with the other as he feeds it into my wet, aching pussy. I howl with a mixture of pleasure and anger as Zimon, the man who betrayed me, begins to fuck me.

“You bastard,” I gasp.

“True enough,” he laughs and smacks my firm rump. “Perhaps one day you’ll manage to escape my dungeon, my sweet. Then we will be reunited, and I will make you into my maid. You could be of some use in my laboratory and quite helpful, mmmmm, in my bed.”

“I’ll kill you,” I promise, even as he pounds my pussy with his stiff cock and sends pleasure rippling into my core.

“I rather doubt that, young lady,” laughs Zimon. He wets his thumb and massages it against my anus as he continues to plunder my shuddering quim. I want to fight him, to slap him and scream at him, but even in my dreams he has almost complete power over me. I whimper with pleasure, lowering my face to the bedding as he thrusts into my clutching cunt and rubs the rim of my clenched ass.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, pushing his thumb into my ass. “You want to cum, don’t you, Beatrix?”

“No,” I moan, even as another wave of pleasure ripples through me. I cry out, my asshole clenching tighter and my pussy gripping his thrusting cock.

“Yes, I’m afraid I have you on the brink,” he says, his slender hips slapping against my firm rear. “And… mmmmmm… I am afraid there you shall remain!”

Just as I am about to cum, the damned wizard pulls his twitching cock from my pussy. I wail with dismay, infuriated at what he is doing, my empty cunt clutching at nothing. When I look back at him over my shoulder, he is gone.

I awaken with a start. The fire is dead and it is very cold and very dark. Nellie is still snoring, her soft body curled against mine. I search the darkness around us and I have the skin-crawling impression that we are being watched.

“Wake up,” I say to Nellie and shake her until she sits up. “Something is watching us. We need light and we need to get moving.”

She nods and croaks out the words to her illumination spell. A glowing globe materializes into the darkness. I point out one of the columns on the wall we are facing.

“Over there,” I whisper. Nellie sends the globe drifting in that direction. There is nothing there.

No, not nothing. There is a faint shimmer of liquid on the floor. It catches the light and sparkles slightly. I almost get up to investigate the liquid when I notice a door at the very edge of the light.

“There,” I say. “A door. That must be the way out.”

The light drifts over and reveals a simple wooden door with rusty hinges. It stands slightly open.

I help Nellie to her feet. We gather our things, such as they are, and set off through this mysterious door.

CONTINUE >

Tell Nellie to use her magic on the werewolf

“Nellie, I need your help on this one,” I whisper as we back away from the snarling werewolf “Do you have any magic that you can use?”

“I might,” she says. “Can you keep him busy for a moment?”

I step towards the werewolf, brandishing my sword. I can hear Nellie beginning to softly chant behind me as I advanced on the snarling brute.

“You must want to be fucked!” He taunts, readying his claws to meet my blade. I take wide, wild swings at him, forcing him back, but not really threatening him. He manages to grab my sword, but I wrench it out of his hand, cutting his clawed hand. He winces in pain, shakes his maimed hand, and the wound fades to nothing. “Sharp sword. I will wear it on my hip once you are mine!”

He bounds towards me again as I ready to repel another attack. I hear Nellie’s chanting rise behind me. She steps beside me and thrusts her hands out. A huge flaming orb launches from her hands, flung just short of the werewolf. It lands on the ground and bursts into a splatter of lame that causes the werewolf to recoil.

“Begone, foul beast!” Shouts Nellie, thrusting her hands towards the werewolf and launch another fireball in his direction. He snarls and retreats as this burst of fire lands where he was standing, spreading shimmering flames across the ground like spilled pitch. He dances away from them as a third fireball manifests in Nellie’s hands.

Yelping, terrified, the werewolf retreats. He runs across the stream as the third fireball sails in his direction and bursts in midair, showering more flames across the night. He lets out a howl of terror and bolts for the woods. Once he is gone, Nellie lowers her hands and slumps into my arms. The flames that seemed to be spreading across the clearing fade away like a snuffed lantern.

“It was an illusion for this illusory chamber,” whispers the elf. “The best I could muster.”

“It did well enough to convince him,” I say, supporting her shapely body on my arm. “Come, let’s get out of here before he realizes it was fake and decides to return.”

We hurry into the woods, Nellie leaning heavily against me as we run through the moonlit trees. Clouds come and cover the moon and Nellie is forced to conjure one of her glowing orbs to light the way for us. I am not sure where Benjin has gone, if he is even still pursuing us, but

I call on Nellie to help. She uses magic to startle the were wolf. Blasts again and again like fireballs. It's all just an illusion. She slumps into my arms and I hold her up. Come on, we need to get moving. He'll be back.

Somewhere, this illusion ends and we can escape this moonlit forest.

CONTINUE >

Pleasure the mimic’s cock tentacle

I stare at the mimic’s purple tentacle tipped with a juicy cock swaying slightly back and forth in front of my face. It’s so thick and perfectly formed, with a fleshy fringe around the crown and those bulging rings around the shaft. As I stare, another fat bead of precum oozes to the tip and drips slowly onto the floor like honey. My heart pounds in my chest as the faint musky sweetness of the cock wafts under my nose. I take a step closer and reach out a hand for it.

“Yes,” murmurs the mimic. “Yes, that’s it. Touch it. You must feel it under your fingers to believe it is real.”

I brush my fingers against his cock, sliding them over the slippery head and down the shaft. The bumps at the root of the cock portion of the tentacle throb and pulse with vibration under my touch.

“Oh!” I cry out.

“Yes, imagine how good that will feel inside you,” says the mimic.

“I am only going to use my hand,” I say, tighten my grip on the cock’s slimy shaft. “That will be enough to get Nellie out, right?”

“Yes, I suppose,” says the chest. “If that’s all you will give me, then I accept.”

“Y-yes,” I say, feeling a strange warmth spreading through my fingers and palm as I wank his cock. “My, um, my hand only. My… why do I feel so hot?”

“I don’t know,” says the mimic. “Perhaps you should remove some of your clothing. Here, let me help you, sweetheart.”

Two of the mimic’s pink tentacles slither up my legs over my trousers and begin deftly unbuttoning my blouse. He is so gentle and careful that I don’t worry about what he is doing. I am focused on the way his cock buzzes at the base and throbs as I run my fingers over his ribbed shaft. More of his precum drips from the tip. I catch some of it with my thumb, smearing it around his cockhead.

“There we are,” murmurs the mimic as he finishes unbuttoning my blouse and eases it gently from my shoulders. I release his cock to slip out of my tattered top.

“You were hiding these from me,” chuckles the mimic, his tentacles gently caressing my pert breasts.

The slimy tips of his tentacles flick against my straining buds like a pair of tongues.

I whimper with pleasure and realize the heat I felt in my hands has spread all the way up my arms and into my body. My face is deeply flushed and my pussy… gods, my pussy is aching with need. I squirm from foot to foot, my thighs clenched tight, trying to keep my focus on pleasuring his cock. It’s so thick. So wet with precum. If wonder what that would taste like in my mouth. I lean closer and closer, breathing that sweet musk.

“Go on then, little one,” growls the chest. “I can tell you want it in your mouth. Suck it. I don’t mind.”

“Th-thank you,” I moan, parting my lips and gratefully slurping the mimic’s fat cock into my mouth. The moment I taste its sweet pre, my mind is gone. All I can do is suck and bob on his fat cock, nursing on it like a hungry tot one moment and sliding furiously up and down the next. My spit drips from my chin. My tongue flicks his oozing cockhead.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” he growls. “Ain’t no reason you can’t have some more pleasure too.”

The tentacles squeezing my breasts and flicking at my nipples are driving me wild with lust. I’m not ready for more, but that doesn’t stop the mimic. A quartet of pink tentacles slide into my trousers and another unbuckles my sword belt and unbuttons my trousers. I gasp around the mimic’s delicious cock as I feel those tentacles pulling aside my panties. A moment later, three of them are wriggling into my steamy pussy. A fourth begins to steadily rub my clit. The pleasure is excruciating. It shoots into my core and seems to pulse from my clit to my nipples in electric jolts. I muffle my cries of pleasure by sucking harder and more vigorously.

“Oh, yes, baby,” chuckles the mimic. “You know how to please me. Don’t stop. Keep suckin’ for me. Get it. Get it. Yes! YESSSS!”

I am in the throes of my orgasm, shaking as I am fucked deep by his thrusting tentacles. My cunt is dripping with his slime and my body is afire with the lust of that venomous ooze. A part of me knows I have lost already, that I am beaten, but I am having too much fun to care.

“Cumming for youuuuu!” He roars and his cock explodes into my mouth. It thrusts down my throat and pumps his cum into my gulping gullet. The warmth and heaviness of it pumps into my belly. I cum again as I am swallowing and being mouth-fucked. More tentacles push into my pussy and invade my ass. There is no pain, only a steady river of slimy pleasure as the tentacles plunder my body and mimic spunk drips down my chin.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” I moan around him, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Oh, you’re drunk on it, ain’t you? Well, I have a nice, warm place for you to rest. Come along, my dear.”

Without pulling his cock from my mouth or his tentacles from my pussy and ass, he drags me across the stone floor. The lid to the mimic opens, the membrane parts, and I am drawn by his tentacles into the warm, soft insides of his body. Nellie is there, writhing against me. Kissing me and stroking me, gasping with pleasure as I join her in being violated by more cocks and more tentacles.

The slime pumps into my body. The warmth spreads as I begin to slowly melt inside the mimic. The lid closes above me as I begin to cum again.

CONTINUE >

Surrender meekly to the slime

My grip loosens on my sword. How can I fight a giant wobbling jelly? This is a hopeless battle and I’m tired of facing off against these monsters.

“Go,” I say to Nellie.

“W-what?” She steps back from me. “No, Beatrix, we must—”

“GO!” I shout. “It’s over!”

She says something else, but I can hear her backing away from me and turning to run. That’s all that matters. I toss my sword aside with a clang and walk towards the slime. It’s gelatinous bulk towers above me as its slimy pseudopodia flow over my boots like a tide. There is a soft hiss and the slime melts away my boots. I half expect to see my feet being stripped down to the bones, but as the violet slime pours over my feet and begins to move up my legs, it is cool and gentle.

It dissolves my trousers as it climbs my legs. Tentacles of slime reach out and begin dissolving my blouse. I moan at the cool slime contacts bare flesh. The slime’s crude face smiles at me and it burbles with pleasure.

“BllloooooOOOoooo,” it coos as it strips me down to my panties and wraps me up in slimy tentacles. It turns me gently onto my hands and knees, the weight of the slime lifting and positioning me into the submissive position. I moan as cool slime soaks through my panties, eating the last scrap of cloth away from my flesh and tickling the crack of my ass and the warm furrow of my cunt.

I laugh madly at the realization that there is no escape. No frantic, desperate struggle could free me from this predicament. I am at the mercy of the slime now.

Overlapping tentacles of slime caress my hips and thighs and reach up my back, stroking between my shoulder blades and curling over my shoulders. The slime parts the folds of my pussy and I whimper with pleasure and apprehension. Thin tendrils of slime caress my inner warmth, oozing over my sensitive flesh and seeming to lick and suck gently at my pussy. More slime slides around my body, cradling my dangling breasts. Liquid pressure squeezes and shapes my breasts. Tiny mouths seem to suck at the tender buds of my nipples.

“Oooohhhhh gods,” I moan, quivering with overstimulation. Slime oozes between my buttocks and nuzzles wetly against my anus. A bulging slimy cock presses softly at my cunt. Instead of forcing my pussy wide, it flows like cool water into my cunt, filling me and gently inflating my pussy with liquid pressure. It feels incredible as it begins to move inside me, lessening and increasing that pressure, swelling and diminishing rather than sliding in and out.

“BllllloooooOoooOOoo,” sings the slime, fucking me faster and sucking more intently at my nipples, my clit, and oozing into my ass.

It’s terrifying knowing the way it could so easily melt me down to nothing in seconds, but it feels so good that I can’t dwell on my fears. The slime pours deeper into my ass and plunders my pussy with ever-greater vigor, its body wobbling around my hindquarters as I begin to push back against it. The slurping and sucking sounds are disgusting and yet exciting for their untamed lewdness.

And then I am cumming. With little warning, pleasure bursts through me with such force that I lose my balance. A webbing of slime holds me upright as if I did not slip off my hands. It pumps its liquid length into my pussy and reaches curling tendrils deep into my ass. I howl with pleasure, my hole squeezing around it and almost pinching off the slime’s thrusting tentacles. It bulges back after each contraction to fill me and pour into me, driving me wild with ecstasy.

“Yes!” I cry, surrendering the last of my will to resist. “Oh, gods, yes! Fuck me!”

“Blllooooloooolllloooo!” The slime burbles, its diffuse voice echoing in the watery chamber.

I am in the throes of a second orgasm, begun immediately after the first, when I feel a strange warmth building in the slime’s cocks. They seem to solidify, going from a gelatinous texture to almost rubbery. Suddenly, the cocks throb and the burbling of the slime becomes a high-pitched trilling. Hot slime cum erupts deep into my bowels and floods my pussy.

The curse of the dungeon takes hold. As the slime gushes its seed into my fertile cunt, the magic overwhelms any differences of anatomy and I am impregnated with the slime’s potent seed. In that glorious instant of creation, my fears evaporate and I am filled with love for my slimy mate. I howl as my orgasm ascends to a level I have never before experienced, my pussy and ass clutching desperately at the slime’s spurting cocks.

“YESSSSSSS!” I howl, throwing back my head and arching my back. “Ohhhhh, my love! Breed me! Breed me with your slimy cum!”

“Bllooooooo!” The slime burbles, pumping me full of spunk until it is dripping and frothing from my slime-fucked holes.

I collapse completely into my embrace with the slime, laughing madly at the thought of becoming the slime’s wife. No ceremony or vows. My whole heart belongs to the slime. My body and my soul. I cum again, squeezing his cocks and milking out yet more of his warm cream.

In a daze of pleasure, I feel myself being lifted into the slime’s body. It slides over to the wall and climbs it with ease, sliding up to the ceiling and locating a dark hatch and a hidden passage. It draws me into a small, dark chamber and I realize that this is my lover’s lair. It has brought me here to have its way with me again and again, without risk of interference.

“Yes, my sweet,” I moan as it turns me onto my back and resumes fucking my tender holes. “Oh, yes, I am yours!”

“Bllooooo,” the slime coos as it claims me with its shapeless cocks.

I have never been happier. My destiny is fulfilled. There can be no doubt that I have been bred by the slime.

CONTINUE >

Use a Finesse Attack against the werewolf

I brandish my sword as the werewolf attacks. I offer him no warning. My focus is entirely on using my Finesse Attack skill to outmaneuver and wound the brute. He comes for us and I parry his claws and slash my sword across his side. He snarls and grabs at the wound, blood dripping from his fur. I dart in again, slice my blade into his other side and driving the tip of my sword into his belly.

It should have killed him, but in the glow of the moonlight I can see the wounds closing on his flesh. He snarls with fury, charging me again. Nellie cries out as the werewolf bashes through my guard and sends me sprawling on the ground. He turns to Nellie, intent on grabbing her, but I drive my sword up and into his belly.

“Run!” I cry. “Get out of here, Nellie!”

She cries out in despair and flees into the woods. There is no escape for me. The werewolf rips the sword from my grasp and tosses it aside. He stands over me, the wounds closing, his eyes wild with rage and his obscene cock twitching above me.

“Now I will mate with you,” he snarls. “Now you will be mine!”

There is nothing I can do to stop him. I shout and beat against him harmlessly with my arms. He snaps his jaws around my throat, promising to tear it out as his breath steams over my face. I stop my fighting and whimper helplessly as the werewolf tears off my blouse. He licks and snuffles warmly against my breasts, his hot tongue sliding over my stiff nipples. His furry body moves lower and he roughly tears off my trousers, bursting buttons and seems in his eagerness to expose my cunt.

Am I afraid? Yeah, you bet. Am I also turned on? Yeah, not denying it. Not like I want to be fucked by a werewolf, but he is a pretty good-looking werewolf. And being at his mercy is exciting in a way that being pounded by an orc or something would never have been exciting.

He thrusts his muzzle between my bare thighs, his breath snorting against my cunt as his tongue laps at my slit. I know he can taste my arousal. He could probably smell it in his cabin with that lupine nose of his. He licks me and I whimper with pleasure, parting my thighs wider to him. His hot tongue slips past my folds, into my channel. He tastes my inner heat again and again, licking like a thirsty dog at his bowl of water.

“Ohhh, Benjin,” I moan.

“Sweet cunt,” he growls. “Ready for mating.”

 I’m not proud to say that I turn over onto my hands and knees willingly. I’m beaten, alright? Do I have to keep fighting? At a certain point, I want to enjoy being fucked by the werewolf.

He keeps licking me with my face pressed down on the cold ground and my pale, peachy bottom raised up for him. His tongue bathes my pussy and slides into my crack to tease my ass. I whimper at being licked by the beast, but each lash of his tongue sends another thrill racing into my core.

He mounts me almost suddenly. His powerful clawed hands push down on my shoulders as he rams his cock against my slick pussy. A slight turn of my hips and the alignment is perfect, his cock plunges deep into my pussy, stretching me wide around his bestial length. It feels so strange, so unnatural and wrong, to be smothered by the furry weight of the werewolf, to have his hot breath against my neck, and his hot, slippery cock plunging into my pussy. I tell myself that he is a man, not a beast, but then he begins growls and nipping at my neck and it is hard to deny the immediate reality.

“So long since I have felt a woman,” he snarls. “I will fill you with my seed, Beatrix. I will give you my pups. And you will be my bitch.”

“Y-yes,” I moan, arching my back beneath his furry weight. “Oh, gods, yes. Fill me with your pups, Benjin.”

His cock pounds into me as I surrender to the pleasure of it. He is relentless, a hot, throbbing piston inside me, working me and churning me towards a powerful climax. I can feel it tightening in my core. My gasps of pleasure joining his rutting growls. My fingertips sinking into the soft earth beneath me. Gods, I am being fucked by a werewolf and it feels so good!

“AWwwwwOOOOOoooo!” He howls above me, his cock swelling massively at its root. That fleshy bulge pushes into my cunt, widening me to a shocking degree and plugging me with a bulge as if both of his testicles are being shoved inside me. My eyes widen as I realize what it is: his knot. Like a bitch being tied to her mate, Benjin is knotting me with his throbbing cock.

He howls again, even louder than before, and his cock jerks inside me. A moment later, verging on my climax, I feel the hot rush of his seed against my aching womb. He pumps his seed into my pussy and pleasure like nothing I have ever experienced overtakes any fears or taboos. The magic of the dungeon takes hold in an instant, new life conceived in my womb and new pleasure bursting through me. I howl in my own way, singing with pleasure, gasping, “My love! Breed me!”

His knot ties us together long after he has inseminated me. I cum several times on it until it begins to slip out of me. He sniffs and licks my well-fucked cunt, no doubt aware of how he has mated me so thoroughly. I am his now and I lie there, quaking with aftershocks, my ass in the air as his silky spunk trickles out of my pussy.

“Now I will find your friend,” growls Benjin. “Two mates are better than one mate.”

He bounds off into the night, leaving me whimpering with the realization that I have been bred by the werewolf. With any luck, Nellie will soon join me in Benjin’s pack.

CONTINUE >

Give Nellie a kiss

I lean in and press my lips to Nellie’s. Her eyes widen, but the beautiful elf doesn’t pull away. Her lashes flutter and her eyelids slowly lower as she moans against my lips. Her mouth opens and her tongue slips out to meet mine.

“Oh, Beatrix,” she gasps between us. “I thought you might never do that.”

The wine certainly helps to lower my inhibitions. A woman expressing her desire for another woman was something forbidden to me by the priests in my village of Lesser Crudridge. Most of them would have also advised against associating with elves. But as I kiss the beautiful elf again, my lips melting to hers and my tongue answering her every stroke, I understand that those old clerics were fools. This kiss is pure and true. There is nothing blasphemous about tasting the sweetness of Nellie’s lips against mine.

The heat builds between us, burning hotter than the fire. Our tongues swirl and we moan and melt our hungry mouths together. A kiss is not enough and we both know it. I want more of her and she wants more of me.

Her body presses against mine, her breasts squeezing in her robe so tightly that it seems as if they will burst from her robe. I stroke her face and let my hand fall to those creamy mounds. I untie the laces of her costume and free her plush breasts. Her robe opens and those heavy hillocks of pale flesh drop free. They are so lusciously plump and her pink nipples thick and standing at attention.

“Oh, Beatrix,” she moans as I tease my fingertips over her mounds. She reaches for my blouse and I do not resist her as I cradle and gently mold her warm, soft flesh in my hands. Her nimble fingers free my pert breasts and we gasp in unison as I press my small, sensitive nipples against her much larger pink buds.

“You showed me the way,” I gasp between kisses. “The last time we had a chance to rest.”

“You took to it naturally,” she giggles, swaying her shoulders from side to side to drag her fat nipples back and forth against my tender pebbles.

“I was afraid that the gods might punish me,” I gasp, sliding my fingers down from her plush breasts to her shapely thighs. “I thought it was wrong.”

“It isn’t,” she whispers and catches me with another steamy kiss. Her tongue slips and swirls into my mouth and stokes the building heat in my core. My pussy aches with need, but I pull away from her luscious kiss.

“I want to repay the pleasure, Nellie,” I murmur, looking earnestly into her eyes.

“There is no reason you should not be pleasured as well,” she says. “Let us enjoy one another.”

Her fluttering lashes and lust-heavy eyes are as persuasive as her breathless tone. I know she is eager for my body, her fingers carefully plucking at my nipples tell me as much. I kiss her again and burrow my fingers into the bottom half of her unusual garment. It is taut against her mound and threaded between her buttocks. She lifts high on her knees to allow me to slide it down from her round hips and out from the soft valley of her rear. I glimpse her pale blonde hair and the pink of her cunt glistening faintly in the firelight. I peel the garment down her thighs and to her knees. She falls back a bit awkwardly onto her bottom and takes off her boots and the green lower half of her robe, kicking her plump legs into the air as she does.

“It is only fair if you are naked as well, Beatrix,” she purrs, rolling onto her hands and knees and crawling towards me again.

I rise to my feet, watching the shapely elf and her sway hips, creamy ass, and dangling breasts. She looks up at me as she turns, showing off her body to me. I unbuckle my belt and slide my worn trousers down my long, slender legs. I gasp softly as the steamy air of my arousal meets the cool breeze flowing through the cave. My silky hair cannot hide the glistening folds of my cunt. I turn, stripping off my trousers and giving Nellie a cheeky view of the firm, round globes of my ass.

We sit down on one of the bedrolls by the fire. Her eyes flicker in the flames, her pale curves are golden by the firelight. I need the beautiful elf more than anything. I need her to know that I can give her pleasure the way she has given me pleasure. We kiss again, softer than before, both of us now committed to what will happen next.

There is no wrong answer to the question that hangs between our kisses.

How should I pleasure Nellie?

Pleasure her plump breasts with my mouth

Pleasure her golden cunt with my tongue

Pleasure her round rump with my tongue

Find mutual pleasure with Nellie

Use a Power Attack against the werewolf

“Give me room,” I whisper to Nellie. She backs away so that I have room to swing as the snarling werewolf charges at us. I brace my sword as if I intend to meet his attack with the tip of my blade. He is a wild beast, tongue lolling from his mouth as he leaps at me, prepared to meet my blade with his raking claws.

I step aside and swing with all my strength, my blade under his guard and cutting deep into his chest. He falls to a crouch as he lands. He gasps, blood pouring down his side. I am already turning to finish him off, but the werewolf’s injury – though grievous – is already healing. He stands and turns to meet me. I drive my sword into his chest and out his back.

“Bitch!” He gargles, blood coughing from his snout and flecking my face.

“Never,” I snarl, drawing my sword back out of his chest. “We will never be your bitches, Benjin!”

I draw back, ready to strike again, but the wounded werewolf snarls and retreats. He leaps over the creek and disappears into the woods.

“Is he going to die?” Nellie asks, clasping both hands against her breasts.

“No, my steel was never going to kill him,” I say. “But it hurt enough to drive him off. Let’s get the out of here before he works up the nerve to return.”

We run the opposite direction as the werewolf, venturing into the woods behind the cabin and hoping to find some way out. Benjin howls in the distance, his frustration evident in the ragged sound of his howl.

“He is still hungry for us,” murmurs Nellie.

“Yeah, let’s keep moving,” I agree.

After several minutes of running, a cloud bank covers the moon and the woods become very dark. Nellie summons one of her glowing globes to light the way for us. It casts long, moving shadows through the dense forest, glowing like a fallen star as it moves among the trees.

We continue, hopeful that we will find the way out of this moonlit false realm.

CONTINUE >

Surrender eagerly to the werewolf

Lust tightens in my core. I cannot tear my eyes away from the werewolf’s thick, red, obscene cock. It feels wrong. It looks wrong. And I want it so badly to plunge into my aching cunt and fill me with a hot load of werewolf seed. My breasts heave in my tattered blouse. My heart hammers beneath them. My eyes are growing heavy with desire. I stare at that red cock, glistening in the moonlight, and nothing else seems to matter.

“Run, Nellie,” I whisper.

“W-what?” She hisses, taking a step back. “Beatrix, I will not leave you.”

“Go!” I say, sparing a glance at her over my shoulder. “Get out of here! I will keep him busy.”

She hesitates a moment longer and I shout at her, “RUN!”

I guess Nellie sees the seriousness burning in my eyes. She nods slightly, stumble back a step, and then turns and runs as fast as she can towards the stream. I watch her go for a moment, the werewolf edging closer, and then I turn and face him. I think my smile unnerves Benjin. He stops advancing and cocks his head at me.

“She won’t get far,” he growls. “I’ll bring her down when I’m done with you.”

“Not if I keep you busy for a long, long while,” I say, holding my smile as I sheath my sword and let my sword belt drop to my ankles. I step out from under its weight and begin unbuttoning my blouse. The werewolf stares at me, perhaps suspecting a trap or simply disbelieving that I would so eagerly submit to him. My blouse falls from my shoulders and the werewolf stares at my pert mounds and small, stiff nipples. I kick off my boots and peel down my trousers and panties, exposing the dark thatch of my cunt and the faint, glistening pink of my folds.

I can see the werewolf’s beastly cock twitching at the sight of my pale body. He licks his chops again and his jaws clop open and shut. He seems as confused by my actions as Nellie was when I told her to run.

I help clarify things for the hulking werewolf. I walk up to him, stroke my hands through his fur, and drop to a crouch. His red cock with its blunt, bestial tip is staring me right in the face. The sight of it and the smell of it are overwhelming. I feel like I am in a dream as I take hold of his hot shaft in both hands and begin to wank his cock. He growls above me and rests his clawed hands on my shoulders.

“I think the old priest at the temple back in Lesser Crudridge might have something to say about this,” I purr, wanking his cock and leaning my face closer to his musky tip. “Something very judgmental. About lying down with beasts and being sinful. He definitely would have been mad if he saw me doing this…”

Benjin growls with pleasure as I take his cock into my mouth. It tastes just as strange as it smelled; much nastier than any sweaty, drunken miner I ever humped in a tavern. I open my mouth wide, sliding his cock to the back of my mouth and nearly gagging on it before sliding back up to his tip. I look up at his furry body, flicking my tongue at his salty slit. He growls louder and tightens his grip on my shoulders.

“You are a mad woman,” he says, his lupine mouth struggling with the words.

“Mmmmmhmmm,” I agree as I bob my mouth on his beastly cock. I lose myself in the repetition of the motion; my lips sliding down until his cock is rubbing against my throat, sliding back again, tongue curling beneath his cock. Again and again. And again. My breathing growing heavier above the soft sounds of my wet mouth on him. I think about Nellie running through the woods as I swallow the precum gathering at the back of my mouth. I picture her leaping back down to the last level as my lips meet my stroking fists again.

My concern for Nellie is real, but it is secondary to the heat growing in my cunt. I lift my mouth from the werewolf’s cock, gasping slightly, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his red tip.

“Why did you stop?” The werewolf growls with disappointment.

I keep my hands massaging his wet cock as I rise to my feet again and stare him down. My face is so close to his that our steaming breath mingles in the night air.

“I want more,” I say, pressing my flat tummy against his cock. “I need your cock inside me. Lie down on the ground.”

“Lie down?” He lets out an amused growl. “That is not how I do it.”

“On your back,” I say, squeezing his cock and pushing my breasts against his soft, furry chest. “I want to ride this big cock.”

His anatomy, being somewhere between a wolf and a man, is truly not designed for him to lie comfortably on his back. Yet, he does it. His furry legs with their inverted knees spread wide apart and his cock jutting almost up to his chest. I bend it gently upwards, though it does not stand vertical like a man’s cock would. I angle my hips and press my hot, aching cunt against the head of his cock. He whines with pleasure, his tongue out, his head back and open, and his clawed hands resting on my hips.

I am in complete control. I could knock him out if I wanted. But that’s not what I want. I roll my hips and rub my slick pussy against his tip, moaning as each brush against my clit sends another ripple of pleasure into my core.

“So warm,” growls the werewolf. “Your cunt is hungry for my seed.”

“Such sweet words,” I laugh, pressing harder and letting him feel my folds open slightly against his precum-slicked cockhead. “There is… oooohhh… truth to them.”

He pulls me down just enough for his cock to invade my pussy. As I feel his fat tip spreading my channel, I push down, impaling myself on his cock until he is buried to the hilt in my clutching pussy. I sit atop his furry body for a moment, acclimating to his overwhelming size.

Then I begin to move – slowly at first - riding up until just the tip of his cock is still inside me and pushing down again to carefully ease down to his root. Once I am sure his huge cock is not going to do damage to me, I begin to move with more confidence. I pant softly, riding above him, my pale body contrasted with his dark gray fur. My pert breasts heave and my firm, peachy bottom bounces against him.

“Oh, by the hells, that is good,” I moan, caressing his thickly furred chest and gazing down into his lupine face. In addition to being huge, his cock is unusually warm. The more I ride atop him, the more that feverish heat seems to spread into my body until I am on fire with it too. My face is deeply flushed, my tightly stretched cunt making raunchy sounds as it slips and slides up and down Benjin’s beastly cock.

He tries to thrust into me, his pleasure obviously building to meet mine, but I am in control. I buck atop him, throwing back my head and howling into the moonlight as my cunt tightens around him. An intense orgasm bursts from within me. My inner walls clutch at his hot flesh, stretched so tightly that I can feel his cock jerking in reply to my contractions. In the throes of my orgasm, I feel a bulge at my cuntlips as I ride atop his cock. It grows larger and larger and my thrusts force this bulge into my already stuffed pussy.

“It’s huge!” I cry. Realization hits and sends a shock through my body. “Your knot!”

“AwwwwOOOOOOooooo!” Benjin howls beneath me, managing to work his knot deeper into my cunt with his desperate thrusts. Still shuddering from my climax, my eyes open wide at the strange sensation of being plugged with his beastly knot. It serves as an intense reminder that though I am riding him like I have ridden lovers before, this is no man beneath me. He howls again, louder than the first, and his cock begins to throb. It throbs again and I feel the hot burst of his seed against my womb.

“AAAHHHHH!” I cry, new pleasure exploding through my body as the magic of the dungeon takes hold. My fertile pussy is flooded with potent werewolf cum. In that instant, I am bred, and I know that it was my destiny to be mated by the werewolf. I ride vigorously atop him, my pussy squeezing out every drop of his cum, completely plugged by his massive knot.

Finally, I collapse atop him, aftershocks rippling through me. He folds his arms around me and holds me tight against his furry chest.

“We will be knotted for some time,” he says, his cock twitching again. “Then, I will go and find your friend.”

“Yes,” whisper against his chest. “Nellie would love this. It’s wonderful.”

It is true. Knowing that I have been mated by the werewolf, I have never felt more fulfilled in my life.

CONTINUE >

Use a Power Attack against the mimic

Those tentacles waving around and slithering towards me might be a threat, but with the mimic, all I see is a big, stationary target. It might be tough, but I’m betting I can crack it open with an all-out attack. I grip my sword in both hands, bracing it above my head and leaving my body exposed. The mimic can’t resist.

“Oh, stay just like that, sweetheart!” The chest laughs at me. “I’ll tickle the clothes off of you and stick my tentacles where it feels best!”

“You’re all mouth and no brains,” I shout in reply. “I’ll crack you open like a rotten egg.”

“Bah! You won’t be so sassy when I tangle you in my tentacles and slurp you up!”

The mimic’s tentacles launch at me straight and stiff like thrown spears. I smack them aside with the flat of my sword’s blade and charge at the mimic. He can’t run away from me. He can’t dodge. If I can avoid his tentacles, I can bash him to pieces!

I almost make it, but three of the tentacles I had dodges attack me from behind, lashing my legs and my left arm. I react quickly, knowing I have only seconds before the mimic brings more of his tentacles into action. I switch my sword to one-handed grip and slice off the end of the tentacle wrapped around my left arm. I can already feel warmth spreading into my flesh and into my blood. I quickly slice off the two tentacles on my legs. Fortunately, neither of those touched bare skin.

“I already have you,” laughs the mimic. “Don’t you feel it, sweetheart? All warm and fuzzy in your head? You want it. You want these…”

He lifts two cock-tipped tentacles in front of me, waving them back and forth to tease me with the perfect shape of the purple phalluses. He’s right, whatever venom was in that tentacle that wrapped around my arm is making it hard for me to think clearly. My pussy is aching for those purple cock tentacles to plunder my tight holes. I could just bend over and slide down my trousers and…

NO! I won’t give in to this leering mimic!

I grit my teeth and fight back against the temptation of the venom. The chest lifts its gilded brow with surprise as I raise my sword above my head and charge. It flings the cock tentacles at me and I batter them aside, charging straight for the lid of the chest. I swing my sword down over my head with a cry of rage. It’s like swinging at a tree trunk, but the blade bights deep.

“HNNNGKKK!” The mimic groans and its tentacles stiffen and then drop limp to the ground.

I pull my sword out of the lid and blue blood sprays out of the wound in the wood. The monster is dead. For a moment, I fear that I might have killed Nellie as well. Then I hear her cries from beneath the lid.

“MMmmmhmmmhmmm!”

I try to lift the lid, but it is much heavier than it seemed. I manage to work my sword between the lid and the rest of the mimic and lever the lid open. With a push it swings all the way open, revealing the treasure – which is already decaying into golden sludge - and the pink membrane of the mimic’s digestive chamber. Nellie is inside, still writhing against the limp tentacles. I thought she was calling for help, but she’s complaining that the mimic has stopped fondling her.

“Please, fuck me,” she moans. “God, I need it. Why did it stop? Put them back inside me?”

I cut through the membrane and haul Nellie out of the insides of the monster. This vile chamber smells strangely good, like a freshly fucked cunt perfumed with rosewater. Nellie’s voluptuous body seems unharmed, but it is covered in slippery slime. She slides out of my grasp as I pull her out of the mimic and she lands on the stone floor with a wet slap.

Nellie kicks her legs and runs her hands over her soft breasts as she flops onto her back. Her face is deeply flushed, her blue eyes seemingly out of focus. She reaches up for me, mewling with need.

“Fuck me, please,” she gasps, grabbing at my legs and trying to pull me down with her. “Beatrix. I am burning up. I need to be fucked.”

She is suffering a massive dose of the venom that nearly caused me to surrender to the mimic. Even the small amount of slime that brushed onto my hands when I lifted her out is stoking my desire.

What should I do?

Embrace Nellie and kiss her

Slap Nellie to clear her mind

Tell Nellie to use her magic

My sword is not going to be enough for this oversized horny aspic. I need my faithful elf sidekick to use a few of her tricks.

“Nellie! Use some magic on this thing!” I shout.

“Very well,” she says uncertainly. “I will attempt a spell.”

She steps around me to stand shoulder-to-shoulder, her arms outstretched, and fingers splayed as the slime continues wobbling towards us. Nellie begins to chant in the magic tongue, her words a sibilant whisper building to a cry. A sheet of roiling flame bursts from her fingertips and passes over the slime. There is a soft hiss and when the flame clears the slime is steaming. Its surface ripples and a faintly discolored patch clears away like steam wiped from a window.

“I don’t think that worked,” I say, pulling Nellie back with me as we retreat from the slime. “Anything else?”

“It depleted my strength,” moans Nellie, a hand to her temple. “But I will try another.”

We are backed against the wall by the approaching slime. There is nowhere for us to go. I ready my sword and Nellie prepares another spell, her chant grows louder and more intense until it reaches its climax just as the slime launches several thick tendrils at us. A rush of chilled air bursts from her fingers like smoke, catching the slime and freezing its tendrils in midair. They drop heavily to the floor and break apart as ice crystals reach almost to the slime’s central mass.

“Bloooooooooooo!” The slime howls in pain.

Nellie sags against me. I hold her up with one arm as I use the other to wield my sword. The slime retreats for a moment, but then sends a pseudopod towards us, reaching out to the frozen chunks and causing them to thaw. These melting bits rejoin the slime and heal any injury.

“Anything else?” I ask, desperately.

“No, Beatrix,” moans Nellie, slumping against my arm. “My power is spent.”

I lean her against the wall and hold my sword in both hands, ready to meet the brunt of the zyggoth’s assault. It launches a half-dozen glistening extensions, crawling across the tiled floor and reaching through the air. I assume it’s going to grab us with the tentacles and I hack one and then another. It wasn’t reaching for us at all. The extensions were a means of moving closer and the slime pulls its huge, quivering body onto us in a rush.

“Ahhhhhh!” I cry out, driven back to the wall. There is nowhere to go as the burbling wave of evil goo crashes onto us. The weight of it drags me down to the floor and its gooey bulk wraps my legs and draws me deeper. Nellie disappears under its slimy mass with barely a cry of dismay.

It’s a cool, heavy, and slippery all around my lower body. I stab into it with my sword and it sucks my weapon blade-first out of my hand, drawing it through its gelatinous body and spitting it out the other side.

“Gods! No!” I cry, punching at its wobbling membrane and kicking my legs inside it. Fighting the slime only seems to lightly churn the go around my leg.

“Bllooooooo,” it burbles happily and slurps me deeper. Cool slime engulfs my breasts and up to my chin. I keep my arms out for a moment longer, but tendrils of slime curl there way up and over my arms and drag them inside its bulk. The bizarre face appears above me, the dark organs of its eyes beneath the wet surface.

“You bastard,” I cry. Through his face, I can see Nellie completely submerged within the slime, no longer fighting, bubbles escaping her lips and her hair splayed out around her inside its body. My eyes widen as I realize her clothes are melting away, dissolving to nothing and leaving behind only bits of metal from the trim and fasteners.

I manage a final cry of horror as I am drawn into the slime with Nellie. Violet goo closes over my head and I hold my breath as my skin begins to tingle. I can feel my own clothing melting away around me, stripping off my body and disintegrating to scraps. Certain that I am about to be dissolved along with it, I surrender to the almost pleasant sensation and close my eyes.

But the slime isn’t devouring us, he’s stripping us naked and bearing us away from the chamber. The gelatinous body of the zyggoth carries us up the wall and into a dark hatchway in the ceiling. We arrive in a tiny, dark chamber just as I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. The slime spits me out of his body and I gasp for breath, Nellie panting and choking beside me.

“Are you alright?” I gasp, reaching out to touch her in the darkness. I feel the curve of her hip and the soft flesh of her buttocks. She shifts and turns towards me, crawling into my arms. Her naked, slimy body presses against mine. I cannot help but feel her fat nipples mashed against my chest.

“Oh, Beatrix,” she moans, clinging tightly to me. “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “I don’t think it wants to hurt us. If it did, well, we would have suffocated inside it.”

“But what does it want with us then?” Nellie moans.

“Blooooooooo?” The zyggoth burbles softly. I can see it shifting by the faint light from below, a glistening, roiling mound that blocks any hope of escape from this tiny chamber.

Nellie whimpers against my shoulder as the slime’s tentacles crawls up our legs, parting them as it draws our feet back into its cool liquid flesh. Slime squeezes between my toes, sucks at them and draws my legs into its body. The squeezing force of its bulk pushes my legs apart and a thick tendril of slime emerges and brushes against the folds of my cunt. Nellie, on her knees beside me, moans with despair as a fat slimy tendril invades her pussy from behind.

We are trapped, half inside the slime, our cunts plundered by slimy cocks. It seems to flow inside me, like a force of water rather than a solid object, opening me wide and pushing in and out and against my womb. When my inner muscles squeeze against it the slime’s appendage tapers in the middle like the pinched waist of an hourglass. But one that is flowing and thrusting in and out of my aching pussy.

“Gods, it’s good,” I moan, unable to deny strange pleasure.

“Yesssss,” whimpers Nellie, burying her face against the stone, her hips raised as the slime pumps and slurps in and out of her cunt.

More slimy appendages reach up my body. They engulf my breasts and begin sucking at the stiff pebbles of my nipples. The pleasure of being so gently fondled and yet completely at the mercy of the creature is indescribable. More tentacles extend over me, tickling my sensitive skin and pressing into the crack of my ass. A slender tendril screws into my clenched hole. Once my ring opens, the tentacles pours its liquid length deep into my ass.

“OoOOooooooh,” I howl with pleasure, bucking my hips.

My orgasm is coaxed from my core with pulses and waves of movement inside me. I howl and reach out with a hand, finding Nellie’s shoulder in the darkness, her body moving as she eagerly ruts with the slime. In the faint light I can just make out her face, her eyes half-closed with pleasure and her mouth being fucked by one of the slime’s appendages. In the throes of my pleasure, I feel a strange warmth building inside the otherwise cool flesh of the slime. It spreads into my pussy and ass and the slime grows strangely harder.

“What… oohhhh… what is happening?” I gasp.

“I’m cumming!” Nellie replies. “I’m cumming!!”

“BloooOOooo!” The slime sings behind us. Its cock throb deep inside me and I feel the sudden, hot rush of its cum pumping into my fertile pussy. The first gush of zyggoth spunk is all it takes for the magic of the dungeon to take hold. My orgasm surges to a new peak, joined by a feeling of fulfilment and happiness.

“Oooooh my love,” I cry. “I don’t think you even have a name! But I know you love me and I love you!”

“Yessss!” Nellie cries, exultant. “Yes! Breed me. We will make wonderful babies!”

Will we? What will our babies be? I smile at the thought, pushing against the slime’s pumping cocks, moaning and squirming as more and more of its hot cum spurts into my depths.

I suppose I will find out what my babies will be now that I have been bred by the slime.

CONTINUE >

Passage to freedom

My footsteps hammer the stones as I run headlong into the darkness. Nellie is gone and I am running from her fate as I hurry down the dark hallway. When that horrible slime is done with her will it ooze under the door and come for me?

I lift a guttering magical torch from a wall sconce and keep my other hand on the grip of my sword. I keep running, the heatless flame of the torch trailing back across my arm and coloring my pale flesh with flickering blue light. With the torch in my hand, I can see that the hallway is narrow and the walls smooth. Featureless at first, the walls gradually become worn brick and the stone floor transitions to tiles patterned with images that depict ships, the sea, and underwater animals including fish-like men.

I’m not feeling optimistic about those tiles, but I need to keep going in this direction. The air grows warmer and there is a salty tinge to it.

After journeying for seemingly hours, the hallway reaches an end and there are two doors, both made of heavy wood banded with iron and apparently locked. The door directly ahead of me seems locked from the other side with a keyhole so choked with rust and grime that I am not sure I could force a key into it even if I had one. I throw my shoulder against the door, which barely budges, but my efforts succeed in leaving my shoulder throbbing with pain.

That leaves the other door, which has a similar locking mechanism but with the bolt on the side facing the hallway. As if it’s keeping something out. I don’t really want to find out what that something is, but there’s no way through the other door.

I set my torch against the wall to keep one hand on my sword as I throw the bolt and slowly turn the knob. I hear nothing from the other side. I give the door a gentle pull and it opens easily, revealing a darkness barely touched by the flickering light of the magical torch.

A shape surges towards me from the impenetrable black. I glimpse a flash of silver and see honey-colored eyes glaring with hatred.

I try to draw my sword, but the woman is on me in an instant, her cutlass to my throat and anger glowing in those dark-rimmed eyes. She has golden brown skin to match her eyes, hair as lustrously dark as my own, and a slender body that seems rounder in the hips than in her bust. Her clothing is loose and yet revealing. Golden rings hang from her earlobes and she sneers with full, sensual lips as she presses me back through the door and into the hallway. She pins me against the wall.

“Thought you could keep me from my ship?” She says, speaking with an exotic accent like none I have heard before. “Who do you work for? Robert the Black or that damned wizard?”

“Zimon?” I gasp.

“Yes! The very one!” She presses the edge of her sword against my throat. “He bedded me and took my ship and crew all because of that blaggard Robert the Black! I trusted them both and they robbed me of my livelihood and locked me in this cell!”

“I didn’t lock you in that cell!” I cry in protest. “Please, I’ve been locked here by Zimon as well! I’m a prisoner!”

“Are you then?” She raises an eyebrow but keeps her blade at my throat. “What do they call you, girl?”

“B-Beatrix Ardora,” I say. “Could you please take your blade away from my throat?”

Her lips pinch tightly together. She seems to consider slicing my throat and decides not to get my blood on her white blouse or the pert mounds of her cleavage. She lowers the sword and shoves it into her cloth belt.

“I am Delfina Desiree,” she says, standing proudly. “You may know me as Delfina the Savage, captain of the Savage Queen. My ship. Not Zimon’s and not Robert’s. You understand?”

“Yes, I think so,” I say. “Zimon and this Robert the Black fellow took your ship and locked you up here.”

“That’s right,” says Delfina. “Robert was my… navigator… and Zimon persuaded him to leave me on this island in this jail.”

“Island?” I ask curiously.

“Yes, silly girl. They locked me in here only minutes before you arrived. They might not have had time to set sail in my ship.” She puts a hand on the grip of her cutlass. “Quickly now. You will take me to them.”

“I would if I knew where they were,” I said. I slowly pick up the torch, careful not to make any sudden moves, and hold it out toward the other door. “There’s this locked door. They might be on the other side.”

“I suppose you do not have the key,” she says. “No matter. I can open a door such as this.”

She takes a tinder horn from her belt and pours a bit of black powder into the keyhole. She strikes a phosphor match on the stone wall and it bursts to yellow flame.

“Why didn’t you use this to escape the cell?” I ask.

“Too small in there,” she says. “Too dangerous. Besides, I was only in there a few minutes. Now step back, Beatrix, before your pretty head is blown to bits.”

I back quickly away from the door as Delfina touches the match to the black powder. There is a faint hiss of trickling powder igniting. Delfina flees towards me, her slender shoulder hitting mine and sending us both to the floor in a tangle. Our eyes meet as she presses down atop me with her knee between my thighs.

There is a whoosh of ignition and then, with a thunderous boom, the hallway dissolves into fire.

TO BE CONTINUED IN

Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend’s Dungeon (Level 4: Ghost Pirates, Tentacle Beasts, and Fishmen)

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Keep up my guard as I approach the mimic

I need to get Nellie out of this elf-eating chest before it turns her into an extremely top-heavy sword. I brandish my blade and edge closer to it, shifting to the side to stay out of line of sight of those evil red eyes. The chest is backed up against a wall, so there is no sneaking behind it, but I figure the side is my best bet.

As if in response to my new plan of attack, the chest opens a little wider, revealing that awful pink sac again and sending out a half-dozen tentacles. Two are thick and purple and end in tips like penises. The other four are slender and pink and move much more quickly. They come at me almost as if they know right where I’m standing. I swing my sword and manage to slice through one of the tentacles. It’s about as thick as my tongue and tough as boiled leather, but my sword severs an arm’s length of pink tentacle that flops to the floor and wriggles like a wounded snake.

“Ah! You nasty woman! That hurts!” The mimic shouts in anger.

“Keep them away from me and I won’t have to chop them up,” I say, moving closer to the chest. It’s almost close enough to lunge at. A few more steps and I’ll be able to slice into that pink membrane to free Nellie from the chest.

One of the thicker purple tentacles tries to creep up on me from behind, but I whirl to confront it with my raised sword. It stops just out of reach, wavering in the air back and forth like a serpent poised to strike. This close I can see the detail of the tentacles. It has a bulbous head and even a slit like a phallus, rings of ridges that I can imagine rubbing against my inner walls as it slips inside me, and a series of bumps near what would be the base.

“Nice try,” I mutter. “You almost had me, but—”

My words are cut short as two pink tentacles wrap around my ankles and pull with sudden force. I fall badly, losing my sword to keep from slamming my forehead into the stone floor. The sword clangs to the floor just out of reach and another pink tentacle shoots past me, wraps the grip of the sword, and flings it well out of reach. The two tentacles wrapping my ankles continue to slither up inside my trousers and wrap my calves. They begin to drag me toward the chest.

“No! Let go of me!” I cry, desperately trying to kick. “I’ll chew my way through your tentacles, you brute! Let go of… of… stop it…”

A strange warmth seeps into my legs wherever the tentacles are touching my bare flesh. They are continuing to wind their way up my thighs, spreading this warmth into my core and making my pussy throb. I moan as my nipples stiffen and my body grows hot with need. The thought of escaping the tentacles fades into a feverish curiosity about the pleasure they might have in store for me.

“You silly sluts are all the same,” laughs the mimic. “All piss and vinegar until you feel those tentacles. They got little tiny stinging cells all over them. Feels good, don’t it? Just you wait. I’ll make it feel real good.”

He – I can’t help but think of the chest as male with those penis tentacles and that gruff voice – drags me across the floor and around to his face. His red eyes glare down at me as he rolls me over onto my back. The tentacles wrapped around my legs are reaching up to my panties, sliding their tips into my underwear and brushing warmly against the folds of my cunt. I shudder and moan as pleasure ripples down my channel.

More tentacles slide out of the chest and begin pulling off my clothing. They caress my body and tickle my flesh with their warmth.

“Oooh that’s good, honey,” laughs the chest. “You’re a real doll. Maybe that’s what I’ll turn you into. A little golden doll. Oh, those nice perky tits, those long legs. You’re a beauty. Go ahead, spread ‘em for me. Touch your tits. It’s okay.”

“Yesss,” I gasp, parting my thighs wide for the chest to see as I run my hands over my breasts and my stiff nipples. My body is alive with desire. My own fingers rubbing over my nipples sends jolts of pleasure to my clit like they are wired together. I pinch my nipples and it sets off an explosion in my core, a shocking orgasm that bursts from within me and leaves me bucking and writhing on the floor.

My body is growing slimier by the moment as the mimic caresses me with his tentacles. Two pink tendrils bind my breasts, squeezing them tightly until they become red with trapped blood. It seems like it would hurt, but it feels wonderful, especially as those tentacles begin flicking their tips at my nipples like hot tongues.

I squirm on the floor, naked and slimy with whatever secretions are oozing from the tentacles, my body glistening as I writhe on the stone. Every movement seems to stoke my pleasure. I whimper and jerk with every tweak and flick of the pink tentacles. A purple tentacle with its fat purple monster cock slithered into view above me. Two smaller tentacles are already teasing the entrance of my pussy and making me ache with need for that bigger tentacle inside me.

“Yes, you want it, don’t you?” The mimic laughs, its red eyes gleaming. “Go ahead and tell me what to do with my big purple one. It’s okay, tell me what you want. Don’t be bashful.”

“Fuck me,” I cry, bucking my hips against the tentacles stroking my pink petals.

“You got it bad, don’t you sweetie? Heh heh heh. Alright, I got something for you. Right here.” The purple tentacle thumped against my body, oozing slime from its slit as it massaged my breasts, down my tummy and rubbed against the hot furrow of my pussy. The pink tentacles parted my folds like doormen at a fancy ball holding the door for royalty. “So soft and pink and wet. This is going to feel real nice. I promise.”

“Yes, please,” I moan, lifting my hips off the floor and offering the mimic a view of my cunt. Some buried part of me knows that I am in the throes of madness, but knowing my prison does not help me escape it. I desperately want that purple cock inside me. “Fuck me. Ohhhh, please, fuck meeeee!”

“Your wish is granted, sweetheart!” The chest laughs as it thrusts its fat purple cock at me and impales my pussy on the throbbing length. It all happens in slow motion. It’s more wonderful than I could have imagined. I am cumming by the time the third ring has rubbed over my clit. As the vibrating bumps at the base of the cock portion of the tentacle hit my clit I am already bucking and wailing with ecstasy.

“Oh, gods! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with your big purple cock!” I wail, bucking frantically as powerful bursts of pleasure tear through my body.

“You got it, baby,” laughs the mimic as it begins plunging its cock in and out of me with intense force. I can see the huge cock bulging my belly. I can feel it stretching my inner walls and rubbing inside me. Its slime pours out of my pussy and dribbles down my crack. More pink tentacles surround me, tickling me and teasing me, exploring my asshole and binding my breasts tightly.

I descend into seizures of pleasure, orgasms overlapping and driving me deeper into madness. My mouth hangs open, my tongue is out and drooling, and that wonderful cock is throbbing inside me. I feel the hot release of cum against my womb, but there is no magic to be worked here, only more pleasure. The mimic is not trying to breed me, I realize, it’s feeding on me already. The magical digestion process has begun.

I begin to laugh through my climactic convulsions. I try to talk to the mimic, but no words will come out of my mouth. More purple cocks rub against me. Three of them. Four. They’re spurting hot splashes of liquid all over my breasts, into my mouth, and covering me in thick, sweet-smelling spunk.

Thick wrappings of pink tentacles surround my legs and draw me towards the opening lid. I whimper and twitching with pleasure as I am drawn into that yawning mouth, any hope of escape long forgotten. I feel the membrane parting, a hot gust of air engulfing me as I slide helplessly into the chest. Nellie is there, moaning and writhing with me, our limbs entangling, our bodies fused in pleasure as the tentacles continue their diabolical work.

“Bye bye, sweetie,” laughs the mimic. His lid closes over Nellie and me as his tentacles fuck away the last of our senses. He belches.

And then it’s only darkness and warmth and endless pleasure.

CONTINUE >

Clean Nellie’s ass with my tongue

I can’t stop myself. Gods help me, the sight of Nellie’s big creamy ass and her swollen, freshly fucked asshole all covered in werewolf cum drives me wild. I’m a dirty, cum-eating slut. I need to clean her up with my tongue!

“I’ll clean you up,” I gasp. “Stay just like that.”

I caress her plush cheeks and fall to my knees behind her. The thick musk of sex wafts from her cum-drenched ass. Benjin looks on with fascination, his head tilted to the side and his nose twitching as he sniffs the air.

I lean lower behind the elf, pressing a kiss to Nellie’s smooth ass. I lap up a spot of cum from the back of her thigh, tasting the thick, salty flavor. My tongue is drawn by the curve of her flesh to the raunchy crevasse between her mounds. She sucks in a breath as I slowly run my tongue from her cum-splashed cunt and into her flooded crack. Her reddened pucker clenches tight, pushing out a bubble of werewolf spunk. I go right for it, licking it up and tonguing the rim of her raw wrinkle.

“Oooooooohhhh, that’s good,” croons Nellie. “He put so much inside me too.”

“I’d better put my tongue inside you then,” I moan and wiggle my tongue deep into her pink pucker. She cries out, arching her body and reaching back to grab my head and hold my face buried in the soft valley of her ass. It only encourages me to thrust my tongue deeper into her cum-stuffed elf asshole.

I’m so busy licking and tongue-fucking Nellie’s big, soft ass, that I forget all about the werewolf standing three paces away. Right up until I feel my trousers being yanked down and something hot and thick pressing against my cunt.

“Mmmmhmmm?” I moan and try to lift my head, but Nellie holds my face smothered in her ass. I try to fight her, but she’s having so much fun that she doesn’t realize I’m in real trouble.

“Mate with pretty girls!” Benjin growls, taking hold of my hips and thrusting into my sopping snatch. I wail with my tongue buried in Nellie’s creamy hole as my cunt is filled to the hilt with werewolf cock. It’s incredible. It’s so big and slippery that even though it stretches me wide, it slips easily in and out of my pussy like a greased piston.

“Mmmmmhmmmm!” I cry, pushing back against the huge, throbbing cock and licking Nellie’s asshole with even greater enthusiasm. Benjin pounds my pussy with animal fury, hammering his cock into my tight cunt and driving my face into the cushions of Nellie’s ass.

“Ooohhhh, yes!” The elf cries with pleasure. “Fuck my ass deep with your tongue!”

I can feel her hot hole flexing around my tongue. Her fingers moving between her thighs to stroke her clit as she rolls her hips and rubs her ass against my face. I’m buried in her soft flesh and so focused on the growing pleasure in my cunt that I forget all about the danger of being fucked by a werewolf. He takes full advantage, his nails digging into my tender flesh and his heavy body leaning over me. He licks and pants at my ear, humping away at me and growling with pleasure as his huge cock pistons into my pussy.

Nellie wails with pleasure, bucking hard against my face, and plunging into an orgasmic fit that has her thighs quivering and her used asshole puckering against my tongue. My own pleasure wells, my pussy gripping hard at Benjin’s lupine cock, squeezing around his thrusting length. And I feel something pushing at my cuntlips. Like the base of his cock is getting bigger and bigger, forcing its way into my cunt, trapping his huge cock inside me.

“AWWWOOOOOOO!” The werewolf howls. I realize, far too late, that the bulge stretching me and stuffing me is his knot. It twitches as his huge cock throbs inside me. Hot werewolf spunk spurts against my fertile womb and in an instant the magic of the dungeon takes hold. Pleasure like none I have ever felt before bursts from deep inside me. This surge of pleasure meets the euphoria of realizing my destiny. I was born to be bred by this werewolf! I will be a perfect mate for him!

“NNNNNNNN!” I cry, my tongue still buried in Nellie’s naughty hole.

“Yessss!” My elf friend cries.

The werewolf pumps me completely full of his cum, his knot plugged tight into my cunt even after the last jerks of his orgasm subside. He lays atop my back, panting heavily in my ear, his breath steaming past my face. I finally manage to slide my tongue out of Nellie’s ass and lift my face from her soft cheeks.

“Oh, my love,” I moan, reaching one hand up to stroke the werewolf’s furry head. “Thank you for filling me with your pups.”

“I could not resist,” growls the werewolf.

“What’s going on back there?” Nellie asks.

Benjin shifts atop me, his huge knot pulling at my stretched cuntlips and finally popping free. I feel his huge load trickling out of my pussy. Nellie looks back and see Benjin licking my face and me cooing with happiness.

“Oh, no, Beatrix, what have you done?” She cries.

Benjin growls at her.

“Don’t worry, Nellie,” I laugh. “I think you’re next.”

She whimpers with realization as the werewolf and his red, twitching cock crawl towards her big ass. I can hardly wait to watch her join the pack. We’ll both be bred by the werewolf.

CONTINUE >

Embrace Nellie and kiss her

“Please,” moans Nellie, reaching up for me. I let her hand touch mine, our fingers intertwining, and she pulls me down with her onto the ground. She kisses me hungrily, smacking wet, hot kisses on my shoulder, neck, and up to my ear. Her tongue is a wet serpent in my ear. She’s panting with need. “Fuck me, Beatrix. Please. Fuck meeee.”

“Alright, Nellie,” I whisper. “I’ll give you what you want.”

I turn to her lips, meeting them with mine, our tongues grappling as the residue of slime soaks into my blouse and smears my arms. She reeks of the sweet smell of the inside of the mimic. It is an addicting scent, sweet and musky, and I pull her slimy breasts against me. The slime saturates my top begins to tingle into my flesh. The mimic might be dead, but its secretions have the same intoxicating properties. I feel hotter by the moment and it’s not just Nellie’s hand sliding under my blouse to pinch and play with my nipples.

“Gods,” I moan against her lips. “This is stupid. That thing might not really be dead.”

“I do not care,” gasps Nellie. “Please, I will die without it. I will die if you do not fuck me.”

“Hands and knees,” I say, the flush in my body spreading to my face. My heart is pounding and my hips are moving on their own. I feel feverish with lust. Nellie, gasping, trembling, rolls onto her hands and knees, arching her back and offering up her slime-soaked ass and her glistening cunt. I smack her plush rear, my hand leaving and red mark and the impact making her plump cheeks wobble.

I rub two fingers against Nellie’s delicate divot, my slime-coated fingers pushing easily into her ass. She croons with pleasure, her head jerking up as I push two digits into her hole to the last knuckle. I thrusts three fingers from my other hand into Nellie’s sopping cunt. Her inner walls squeezing against my fingers and she pushes back against my hands.

“OOOOooooooohhh! Fuck meeeee!” She whines, rolling her hips and fucking my fingers with both holes.

I lean over her, kissing her back and her shoulder. Tonguing her long, pointed ear. Whispering to her, “You’re my elf slut, aren’t you?”

I can hardy believe I just said something like that, but the words escaped my lips without thinking. I’m in the same frenzy as Nellie now. I’m drunk on the mimic’s venom.

“Yesssss. I’m your slut!” She throws her jiggling ass back against my fingers, both holes plugged with my thrusting digits. Her pussy squeezing against my touch and her ass clenches so tight it feels like she’s trying to cut off my fingers. Her inner muscles tighten with the rhythm of her ecstasy as she cums for me. She rides back, spasming again and again, howling with her pleasure until she slumps forward onto the slimy floor.

It’s not enough. We both need more and I collapse onto the floor with her, pulling off my clothes so that I can rub y naked body against Nellie. Our nipples rub together. Her soft tits smothering my pert breasts. My fingers are between her legs and hers are between mine, strumming and pumping, stoking our mutual heat. Our kiss is more of a mutual gasp. Our tongues are wild and drunk.

She rolls me onto my back and nuzzles her face between my legs. Her tongue drives me wilder than her fingers, sending that ecstasy crackling through my body as I play with my sensitive nipples and watch her lick. She looks up at me with those big blue eyes, my legs over her shoulders, her tongue licking from my clit to my clenching ass.

“Ahhhhh! Yessss! Gods, yes!” I cry, lifting my hips off the floor and fucking against her face. Her tongue slides all over my clit. Her fingers push back inside my pussy just as I reach my peak. I howl and cling to her head with one hand, bucking hard and riding my pussy against her tongue. My climax is prolonged by her slipping a finger into my ass, fucking me with both and lashing my clit with her tongue.

Finally, my clit becomes too sensitive, and I pull her face up from between my thighs. I give her a breathless, sloppy kiss, tasting my nectar as we swap it between our tongues.

“More,” she moans hotly against my lips. “I need more.”

“I’ll give you more,” I promise, pushing her back again.

She holds the backs of her knees, her feet up in the air as she exposes the ripe fruit of her cunt and the slimy wet divot of her anus. I devour them both, tongue probing and swirling, dancing over her clit before plunging into her crack to delve into her ass. Back and forth, again and again, my fingers and thumb added to my efforts until she is howling and shaking with ecstasy.

Our legs intertwine once more, our cunts pressing together, hands on hips, holding tight and rocking our bodies. The soft wet sounds of our motions are accompanied by almost beastly panting and grunting. It feels so good, tangled up with her, rubbing against her.

“Yes!” I cry. “I’m cumming!”

“I’m cumming too!” She laughs.

We cum together, again and again, our bodies moving fearlessly and without any restraint. We spend our lust and collapse on the cold stones, our bodies shaking and our flesh stinking of the slime. At last, the intoxicating effects recede. I realize how foolish we are to still be flopping about naked on the floor.

“Let’s get some clothes on,” I suggest to Nellie, helping her to her feet.

“Yes, of course,” says Nellie, blushing deeply as she tries to avert her gaze from my naked body.

Once we are dressed, I turn my attention to finding a way out. There is a large yawning opening to another room near the mimic. It is filled with blocky stone structures that I realize are tombs.

“I’d rather not go that way,” I say, feeling a dreadful chill in the air and a miasma of decay.

“There,” suggests Nellie, pointing to an arched passage hidden in nearby shadows. She conjures one of her glowing orbs and reveals a tunnel with two very narrow walkways on either side of a wide, shallow canal. The water is dark, but does not smell particularly bad, so at least it isn’t sewage.

“Looks like we’re going to get wet,” I say, wading into the water.

“We are rather dirty,” she chuckles, gasping slightly as we slip thigh-deep into the cold water.

The canal stretches ahead into the darkness, the surface only stirred by the movement of our legs. We have no idea how far it goes or how deep it can get, but we seem to agree that it is preferable to the creepy tombs.

CONTINUE >

Reluctantly let Nellie stand on the pressure plate

The repulsive gelatinous wave of the zyggoth is bearing down the hallway towards us. One of us must remain on the pressure plate on the floor to keep the gate up and let the other escape. I don’t want to let Nellie sacrifice herself for me, but I can see the determination in her eyes. Arguing with the beautiful elf is going to cost us both.

“Thank you,” I say, hugging her tightly one last time.

“Do not ever yield to these beasts,” she says, squeezing my hands against the softness of her breasts. “Do not stop until you make Zimon pay for what he has done.”

“I will make him remember you,” I promise, pulling away from her as I see the slime surging much closer.

“Perhaps we will meet again,” she says. I spare a glance over her shoulder as the slime is almost upon us. The mockery of a face on its surface has contorted into something almost like anger. Nellie cries, “Go! There is no more time!”

She stands firmly on the pressure plate and the iron gate ratchets all the way up to the ceiling of the hallway. The way is clear to the door and time has run out.

“Farewell, Beatrix!” She calls.

“Farewell, Nellie!” I call in reply and run for it.

I duck under the gate and reach the small door as the slime reaches Nellie. I fling the door open as she cries out behind me, cursing as the slime slurps lewdly at her body. I don’t dare look back. I run through the door as she begins to wail. I hear the gate slam shut behind me.

Nellie is no longer on the pressure plate. I slam the door, crying out in despair as I realize I have abandoned my only friend in this awful dungeon to a fate that might be worse than death. Now all I have left is my oath: I will find Zimon and I will make him remember Nellie as he suffers for what he has done.

With renewed determination, I set off down the dark passage ahead of me.

CONTINUE >

Use my Finesse Attack against the slime

“Stay back!” I shout to Nellie. “I’ll take this thing apart!”

“Y-yes, alright,” gasps the elf, backing towards the wall of the chamber. The zyggoth follows the movement of its bulging pseudopodia, slithering and flowing into each of these extensions and oozing closer. I move with quick motions, darting close and slicing through the protrusions. These separate under my blade, but the slime is quick to extrude a portion of itself after each severed part and recapture the gelatinous remnant.

Seeing the ease with which it recovers from my attack only strengthens my determination. I dance out of the way of several searching tentacles of slime, hacking off the tip of each and causing them to splash to the ground.

“Blooooo!” The slime burbles with annoyance. I dance around the puddle of its body, leaping close to hack off a pseudopod or a tendril and darting back again before the slime can react by lurching in my direction. It wobbles and mewls with annoyance as I continually prune its limbs, forcing it to focus more and more of its efforts on simply repairing the damage.

Despite these skilled attacks, I am only occupying its attention, not actually doing it harm. I will eventually grow tired and the slime will still be there, waiting for me when I slow, grabbing me with its gooey tentacles.

“I can’t keep doing this forever, Nellie!” I shout, lopping off another tendril as big as my wrist. It splatters at my feet and kick it off my boot, retreating quickly as the slime reclaims its lost appendage. “You need to find us a way out of here!”

“Yes! Yes, alright!” Nellie cries and she summons her orb of light to her hand to shine it between the columns and into the dark recesses of the chamber.

I battle against the slime, hacking off more and more of it as it burbles with frustration. It tries to get under my feet and it almost succeeds in wrapping a tentacle around the ankle of my boot. I manage to lop off the knotted end of the tentacle trying to ensnare me and kick away the severed glob slime.

“BloooOOOOooo!” The slime warbles and lashes out at me with two more tendrils that I slice away. Ripples spread across the surface of the bulky slime and its strange face furrows with something that might be anger.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I upsetting you?” I laugh, lopping off a few more tendrils as they begin to surge forth. A long, dripping tentacle flails at me and fall over backpedaling out of its path. I scramble back desperately, kicking at more tentacles and then managing to lop them off with my sword. I pull myself to my feet.

“Beatrix!” Nellie cries. “Stairs! I found a staircase!”

“Thank the gods!” I pull myself to my feet, slicing off one last tentacle before I turn and run. I follow the glow of Nellie’s orb to an arched doorway between two columns. Nellie is waiting a few steps up a staircase.

“Did you kill it?” She asks hopefully.

“No!” I say, taking the stairs two at a time. “Run, Nellie! I can hear it coming!”

I grab her and pull her with me up the stairs as I run past. We stumble arm-in-arm up the winding stairs. A glance back confirms my worst fears as I see the violet mass of slime slosh into the stairwell and begin flowing up the steps. We climb higher and higher. My legs ache and I am desperately out of breath.

“Just ahead,” cries Nellie. “There! A hallway!”

The slime is not far behind us as we emerge from the stairwell and into a long hallway. There is a heavy door at the end of the hall, but the door is behind an iron gate. As I run towards it, my food depresses a hidden panel in the floor. My full body weight presses down on the panel and the gate begins to rise. I step off the panel and the gate crashes down again in an instant.

“It’s a pressure plate,” cries Nellie. “The gate is opened by a pressure plate.”

The slime is filling the hallway behind us, spreading its oozing body wide so that it can obstruct the entire passage. There is no going back. I realize the meaning of the pressure plate activation for the gate: one of us will have to stay behind to hold the gate open for the other person.

“I might be able to wedge my sword into the plate and hold it open so… so…” The gate clatters up as I struggle to hold it down with my sword, but I can already see that it won’t work. There is no gap between the depressed plate and the wall of the depression beneath it. I can’t even work the tip of my sword between the two.

Nellie’s soft hands cradle my face. She makes me lift my gaze and look into her blue eyes.

“It’s almost here, Beatrix,” she whispers, a smile forming on her lips. “Go. Go and I will stand on the plate.”

“No, Nellie,” I say.

“You saved my life,” she says, her eyes wet with emotion. “Let me save yours. I will stand on the plate. You go through.”

My heart aches at her sincerity. There is no time to convince her, no time to debate. The slime is almost upon us. I must either agree or take her place and push her through the gate.

“Bloooo!” The slime calls, seeming to taunt us as it approaches.

“Go,” says Nellie, squeezing my hands.

What should I do?

Reluctantly let Nellie stand on the pressure plate to open the gate

Stand on the plate and hold the gate open for Nellie

Gather treasure for the mimic

“No way am I going near you,” I say. “You ate my friend!”

“Sounds like you don’t want her back then,” says the mimic.

“I’ll go into the crypt and get you your treasure,” I say. “I’ll put it here on the floor and you give me my friend back. Fair?”

“I need at least five prime pieces of gold lure to equal the lure I’d get from digesting this elf,” says the mimic. “Not to mention, she’s delicious and I’m going to be missing out on a meal. So make it good, or I’m not giving you nothing.”

“That’s a double negative,” I say.

“Smart ass!” He lashes out at me with a pink tentacle. It slaps wetly against the stone floor as I dodge easily out of the path.

“I’ll be back,” I say, feigning confidence, but feeling sick down in my stomach at the thought of Nellie spending any more time being magically digested inside the mimic. That thought provides me the motivation I need.

“Heh heh! Good luck!” The mimic shouts after me.

The entrance to the room near the mimic is an open doorway into a dark room. As I step inside, a sparse few torches flicker to life with magical blue flame, casting a dim glow over two rows of large stone tombs. Each is topped with a different image of a king, a knight, or a cleric. There is a chill in the air far worse than in the previous room and my breath comes in heavy gusts from my mouth. I shiver as I approach the first tomb. The image carved on the stone lid is of a young-seeming man holding a scepter and a sword. A crown sits upon his head.

I push with both hands the lid groans and shifts. I use my sword and carefully lever the lid open enough to tip it off the tomb. It slides to the ground and lands with a crash, the stone lid smashing into a hundred pieces. A horrid cloud of corpse dust rises from the tomb. I wave it away and lean over the tomb, peering through the lingering cloud of dust at a corpse in ancient finery. There is hardly more than bones and a few wisps of hair left on the skeleton. There is also a large amulet around the corpse’s neck in the shape of a serpent with a dusty emerald as big as my thumbnail set into the gold serpent’s eye.

I reach in for the amulet and the corpse sits up, growling at me as a faint blue glow appears in its empty eye sockets.

“Thief,” it rasps and reaches for me with its bony hands. I shout a curse of protection and swing my sword. The moment the steel blade makes contact with the corpse’s ribcage, the skeleton explodes into a choking cloud of dust and scattered pieces of bones. I stagger back, but I have the amulet in my hand and the skeleton is destroyed.

It’s at that point that I hear the growling come from fifteen other tombs. Bony hands begin scrambling inside some, while other tombs begin to rumble as the lids are shoved aside from within. I ready my sword and turn my attention to the nearest tomb. The lid is tipped off the top and crashes to the floor. A long-haired skeleton practically leaps from the tomb and wields a gold-headed war hammer.

“Thief!” It snarls in a high, rasping voice. “Invader!”

I swing my sword and it catches my blade on its war hammer and throws me back. I almost fall over backwards into the tomb I just looted. Instead, I recover, driving my sword into the skeleton’s head and cause it to explode into dust, pieces of bone, and tufts of hair. I grab the hammer before it falls to the floor and swing it in an arc that catches the next skeleton in its ribcage. The withered corpse looks almost surprise as it bursts apart like a festival popper and drops a golden crown.

One after another, the mummified corpses attack me and I loot their treasure, until the only thing standing between me and freeing Nellie is a skeleton with a long red beard wearing a mail coat and wielding a sword that touches the ceiling as it holds it over its head.

“Thief!” It rasps and charges at me.

He’s faster with that sword than you’d think. He parries two of my swings and then slams the sword down, pinning my sword to the floor. That’s when I kick him right under his ribcage and in his spine. He topples backwards and explodes inside his armored coat. The heavy great sword clangs to the floor, along with several rings with large gemstones.

I gather up all the treasure and return to the room containing the mimic, my arms laden with glittering treasure.

“Sounded like a fun time in there,” laughs the chest. “Let’s see what you got. Bring it closer so I can have a look.”

I dump the treasure on the floor at what I believe to be almost the limit of the mimic’s tentacles. I draw my sword and stand in front of the treasure.

“Some good stuff here,” I say. “A goblet, a bunch of rings, a hammer, a helm, and several other items. I bashed apart a whole brigade of skeletons to get these for you. Let Nellie go and they’re yours.”

“Hmmmm, lemme get a look at some of it,” says the mimic, sending a questing pink tentacle over to the pile of treasure.

I raise my sword menacingly, reading to sever the tentacle as I warn, “Try to grab any of it and I’m dicing you up.”

“Fine, fine,” he growls. “You are a real pain in my hinges, you know that? Alright, this stuff, it’s not great, but I suppose if I polish it up I’d be able to use it to lure some pretty girls.”

“I don’t care what you’re going to use it for, just give me back my friend!”

“Alright,” he grunts. The chest swings open wide and the pink membrane parts to reveal Nellie, naked and writhing in the chest. She could just stand up and step out of the chest, but instead she continues bucking her hips and squirming against the tentacles lining the inside of the chest.

“Nellie!” I cry. “Nellie, come out of there.”

“MMmmmllllaaaaaa!” The mimic makes a sound like my father when he accidentally drank from a bottle of machine oil. Nellie comes squirting out of his innards and rolls across the floor. He spits out her clothing after her. She continues to moan and writhe on the floor as I drag her out of reach of the mimic’s tentacles. The beautiful elf has a faraway look in her eyes and is pumping her fingers into her pink pussy. Her slimy breasts heave and her

“Nellie, snap out of it,” I cry, shaking her shoulders.

“Fuck me, please,” she moans desperately, pawing at my body. “I need it. I need to be fucked.”

I slap her twice, hard, across her cheeks and some sense returns to her. Even the slight contact of pulling her away from the mimic has cause the slime secreted by his tentacles to taint me with strange heat and desire. I resist my urges to join Nellie on the floor and instead force her to her feet.

“We have to get out of here,” I say. “Come on, put your clothes on.”

“The tentacles,” she says, gazing longingly at the mimic. “They feel so good.”

“You’re welcome to come back!” The mimic laughs and opens its lid wide. Nellie takes a step towards it, but I pull her away again.

“We’re going!” I say, shaking her shoulders. I press her clothing into her arms and step back. “Get dressed.”

“Y-yes, very well,” she says and begins pulling on her wet clothing.

Once she is fully dressed, I turn my attention to finding a way out. There is a large yawning opening to another room near the mimic. That goes back to the tombs. I’m not going back in there unless there is no alternative.

I spot a smaller arched passage hidden in nearby shadows. I point it out to Nellie and she conjures one of her glowing orbs. The floating light reveals a tunnel with two very narrow walkways on either side of a wide, shallow canal. The water is dark, but does not smell particularly bad, so at least it isn’t sewage.

“Looks like we’re going to get wet,” I say, wading into the water.

“I am rather dirty,” she chuckles, gasping slightly as we slip thigh-deep into the cold water.

“See you later, ladies,” shouts the mimic. “Watch out for the thing hiding in the water!”

“Don’t listen to him,” I say, trying to heed my own advice as we set off through the water. The canal stretches ahead into the darkness, the surface only stirred by the movement of our legs. We have no idea how far it goes or how deep it can get. There certainly could be a monster lurking under the water…

No, I refuse to believe the mimic!

CONTINUE >

Guard against the werewolf

“Stay back, Benjin!” I shout, raising my sword and backing away from the light of the cabin. The werewolf that was Benjin growls and hunches low as if he intends to leap at us. His lips are curled back and his teeth flash white in the moonlight. Nellie cringes behind me as I continue to back away.

He charges us, slashing with his claws. I deflect them with my sword, his nails ringing like metal against the steel of my blade. The werewolf is fast and powerful, but his is an untrained brute fighting on instinct. If I can keep my calm, I think I can continue to deflect his attacks.

He slashes at us again, trying to get behind me to get at Nellie. I turn and Nellie stays clinging to my shoulder. She yells in fear, but does not move out from behind me or give him an opportunity to separate us. My blade slices into the werewolf’s arm and he yelps in pain and retreats for a moment. He looks at the wound and licks it with his tongue. By the light of the moon, I can see the bloody gash in his arm closing up.

“Can’t stop me,” he snarls. “Sword only hurts.”

“It will keep hurting you if you keep trying to grab us,” I shout. “Stay back, Benjin. Let us go.”

My original plan was to retreat across the stream and back into the woods. The werewolf keeps attacking us and we end up going the other direction, past the cabin again, into the woods behind it. I don’t really have a plan about where we are going. If this room is all an illusion then surely there is an end to the illusion. If we can get out from under the moon then maybe the werewolf will be forced to stop.

He attacks us three times. Four. Nellie falls on a tree root and I have to stand over her to keep the werewolf from grabbing her ankle and dragging her off. He is coming in for a fifth attack, snarling furiously, eyes wild with rage, when a thick bank of clouds passes across the moon.

The werewolf drops to his knees, which gives me an opportunity to help Nellie to her feet. As she stands up, I turn and realize that Benjin has transformed back into a man. He is crouching naked on the ground, his muscular shoulders and chest heaving with exertion.

“Benjin?” Nellie says, taking a step towards him. “Are you alright?”

I pull her back and hiss, “We need to leave.”

“Go,” agrees Benjin, pulling himself up on the trunk of a dead tree. “Go now. When the clouds clear I will transform. I won’t be able to control my desire.”

We linger a moment longer, wanting to help this human man we see before us, but knowing what he will become when the full moon is revealed again. I manage to pull Nellie away from him, stumbling reluctantly into the woods, so dark now without the moon to light our way. She casts a glowing orb ahead of us and we run.

The moonlight begins to return and the werewolf howls in the distance behind us.

“Run!” I cry to Nellie. “Run! It is our chance to escape! We have to find the way out of this place!”

We charge headlong through the trees, our hearts pounding and the lusty werewolf on our scent.

CONTINUE >

I’ll volunteer to be mated first

My attraction to the werewolf cannot be denied. I know it is foolish, I know it is condemning me to life as his mate, but I cannot resist him. I brush past Nellie, my eyes locking with his lupine face. He cocks his head curiously as I approach. I unbutton my blouse for him, slipping it from my shoulders and exposing the soft, perky mounds of my breasts. His long, pink tongue licks his chops in a gesture so like a dog ready to eat its meal that I feel a hot rush of the taboo welling up inside me. This is wrong. It is strange and wrong, but I cannot stop myself.

I stride closer to him, dropping my sword belt and unbuttoning my torn trousers. His snout sniffs the air as I step out of my trousers and underwear and show him the dark thatch of my cunt and the pink hiding beneath. I am naked for him, smiling, my heart beating heavily as I step right up to the hulking werewolf. I am unarmed. He could take my head off with a snap of his massive jaws or rake his claws across my chest. I tremble at the thought, but Benjin does not move.

“I want you to mate me,” I softly admit and touch his furry chest. I run my fingers into the thick, silky fur and feel his heart beating in his powerful chest. My hands slide lower as I look up into his deep, curious eyes. My fingers brush against the slick warmth of his cock fully extended from his sheath. I trace the shape of it and feel it twitch beneath my fingers.

“Get down on your knees,” he growls. “Present yourself to me.”

“Y-yes,” I gasp, trembling with excitement. I turn around and present myself to him, lowering my head to the floor of his cabin and lifting my firm, peachy rear high behind me. I make eye contact with Nellie and I am shocked to see that she has her robe half off and is fondling her breasts and her pussy as she watches me. Her lusty behavior only encourages me more. I reach a hand between my thighs and spread my delicate cuntlips for Benjin.

The werewolf lowers his lupine snout to my count, his hot breath washing over me as he sniffs and snuffles at my pussy and up to the crack of my ass. His soft, warm, wet tongue begins to lick at my crack, my asshole, and down to my cunt again. He licks my pussy repeatedly, growling as he does and sending hot lashes of pleasure through my body. I whimper and push back against his snout.

He mounts me with sudden violence. He lunges atop me, growling and pressing down over my back. His hot, slippery cock presses against my folds. I cry out and Nellie cries out with me, pumping her fingers into her blonde-fringed cunt. His fat tip rubs against my pussy. It slides and slips over it and I reach back, grasping his cock and guiding it to my tender hole.

“Godssssss,” I hiss, my cuntlips opening to him, my slick channel engulfing his first stroke. He buries his length in my tender slit until I feel his furry balls rubbing against my clit. Benjin does not take time to savor that first thrust, he grips me tightly, pressing down against me as he begins to furiously rut my aching cunt. His length plunders my pussy with such force that I can hardly catch my breath.

I manage to push my upper body off the floor and brace myself on my hands, my perky breasts shuddering beneath me, his cock clopping into my pussy again and again. His soft fur may soften the sound, but he is fucking me just as hard.

“Ohhhhhh it’s so good,” I cry. “It’s so big!”

“The better to fuck you with,” growls the werewolf, snarling in my ear. His snout presses against my neck and his hot tongue lashes my neck and ear, around to my throat, my mouth as I part my lips in breathless pleasure.

I manage to lift my gaze and focus through the haze of building ecstasy to meet Nellie’s gaze. The shapely elf is deeply flushed, her creamy breasts bouncing against her arm as she pumps her fingers into her pussy. Her nectar spills past her fingers and trickles over the pink divot of her asshole. She moans, “You look so beautiful being mounted, Beatrix. Being fucked by the beast.”

“Oh, yes, mount me,” I cry. “Fill me with… with…”

I feel his huge cock swelling at its base. It grows and meets the lips of my cunt, stretching them wider as his bestial bulge invades my aching cunt. I realize what it is as it pushes into my tight pussy.

“His knot,” I moan. “He’s… his knot is… ooooOOOOHHH!”

It is inside me and we are bound together. His massive knot stuffs my tender channel and with a fearsome howl, Benjin erupts deep inside me. His cock throbs and floods my pussy with his hot seed. It bathes my womb and in an instant, everything changes. I peak forcefully and my pleasure exceeds any I have ever known.

“Goddddsss!” I am overwhelmed with love and happiness. My climax surges higher still and I feel a strange, powerful pulse inside me. I realize in that instant that I am joined to him. I am cumming with him, milking his spurting cock, and he is marking me with his cum.

“You are mine,” growls Benjin, his words hot in my ear. “You are my bitch. My mate.”

“Yes! Oh, yes, Benjin!” I cry, pushing back against his bulging cock. I ride the peak of my pleasure and down again, slumping to the floor, but still trapped against the werewolf by his pink knot. It strains my cunt. It feels as if it will surely break me. Then it pops free and some of his cum trickles out from my folds. Gasping, barely bale to think, I manage to lift my head and look at Nellie.

“You have to try it,” I gasp. “It is so perfect. So wonderful. I am his mate now!”

I laugh at the sheer strangeness of it, at the sudden relief from my imprisonment. I am free to love the werewolf however I desire. I reach my hand between my thighs again and feel the hot flow of cum from my well-fucked pussy. I play with my slick folds and look up at Nellie.

“Come and try it, Nellie,” I smile madly as I beckon her towards me. “You need to be mated.”

“I need to recover,” growls the werewolf, standing over us both. I roll onto my back and gaze up at his drooping cock, cum still dripping from his tip as his length retreats into his sheath. Nellie kisses my shoulder and neck and caresses my breasts. I stretch an arm up to Benjin’s cock, caresses it and squeezing it as more cum trickles out of his tip.

“Ohhhh, put it in your mouth,” he growls. “Show me, my mate. Show me you know how to serve your alpha.”

“Yes, oh, my alpha, I like that,” I giggle. I sit up, running my tongue eagerly over his fat cock. His dripping cum is so salty and delicious. I moan as I take him into my mouth, suckling him and massage his furry bollocks.

As I am sucking my alpha’s delicious cock, I feel Nellie move atop me, her hot mouth closing on my lift nipple and her fingers playing with my right. She sucks at my breast and slides a hand between my thighs. I moan around the werwolf’s cock, looking up at him adoringly as his cock begins to stiffen once more. I roll my tongue around and around his tip, coaxing him back to full hardness as Nellie’s lips, tongue, and fingers explore my body.

“Enough,” growls Benjin, pulling his reddening cock from between my lips. “It is time for the elf to be mated.”

Nellie is already on her hands and knees, moving between my thighs to run her tongue over my cum-stuffed pussy. I cry out, arching and thrusting my cunt against her eager mouth. My inner muscles flutter and more of Benjin’s spunk spills out of me and onto Nellie’s tongue. Benjin moves behind Nellie, stroking at her big ass and giving her loins a good stiff and a taste that elicits a moan against my pussy.

I feel almost jealous watching my alpha mount Nellie, but I am also overjoyed that the beautiful elf will soon be a part of the pack with me. He surges atop her, draping his furry body over her shapely curves. She moans against my sopping cunt, burying her tongue into the hot cum spilling from my folds. Her huge, dangling breasts swing and shake with the rapid thrusts of the werewolf. He drapes his head over her shoulder, beside her face, his pink tongue lolling from his mouth as he furiously ruts Nellie’s elf cunt.

It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. As the werewolf fucks Nellie hard and fast, his tall wagging and his back hunched, I sit up and hold her face in my hands. It is contorted in pleasure. Gods, but she is beautiful, getting her tight pussy filled with the werewolf’s cock.

“Oh, Beatrix,” she gasps. “I can feel it. I am so very close!”

“Cum for him,” I say, leaning my face down to hers. “Cum for your new alpha!”

“Aaaahhhhhh, yesss!” She cries, wailing with her climax and pushing back against the rutting beast. He grabs her so tightly that his claws draw little trickles of blood.

Benjin howls and thrusts deep, forcing his knot into Nellie’s pussy. A strange look comes over her face, something like pleasure mixed with surprise. It becomes pure, radiant, angelic happiness. She gasps and I know what she is feeling; that exquisite pleasure of being mated. As the magic of the dungeon takes hold, Nellie experiences an orgasm like known she has ever had before. Her pussy fills with his bestial seed and she joins me in the pack, another mate for the mighty alpha.

Nellie and I have both been bred by the werewolf.

CONTINUE >

Find mutual pleasure with Nellie

There is no need to second-guess my desires. I kiss her again, my hand sliding over Nellie’s breasts as I gently press her back onto the bedroll. My thigh presses between her legs. My fingers toy with her nipples as my kiss moves from her lips to her neck.

“What are you doing, Beatrix?” She moans.

My kiss roams to her heaving breasts. I meet her sapphire gaze as I kiss her breasts and mold them against my face. My tongue lashes her fat, pink nipples. I suck one and then the other, lips popping wetly. Finally, I answer her and say, “Whatever I want.”

I lean down and capture one of Nellie’s fat, pink nipples in my mouth. I suck at her soft breast, drawing the flesh between my lips and stretching out her nipple with my hungry suction. The elf wail and shudders against me, her fingers lacing into my hair. I pop my lips free of one nipple, leaving it glistening and red, and move to her other nipple, sucking just was eagerly at it. As I am licking and sucking her breasts, I push a hand between her shapely thighs and press my fingers to the seam of her pussy. Nellie’s folds are hot and slick with her nectar. I fumble my touch against the bud of her clit and she cries out again.

“Oh, yes! Oh, but two can play this game, Beatrix!” She surprises me by using her breasts as much as her hands to push me and roll me onto my side. I fall with a laugh and Nellie pushes me onto my back, half off the bedroll, the fire crackling and warming my face.

I start to sit up to demand to know why she has pushed me away just as things were heating up. I am nearly struck in the face as she swings a leg past me. A moment later, I am confronted with Nellie’s thick, creamy rump, as plush and plentiful as her bust. She pushes it back towards my face, bumping against my nose and mouth. I fall back, laughing, as she scoots her rear back and presents her pussy and luscious rump to me.

“No fair,” I complain. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to move your big, juicy butt off of me.”

“Too big?” She sounds incensed. “Well, I suppose you’ll be trapped there forever. There’s only one way to survive.”

She lowers her ass to my face, smothering me with her creamy cheeks and pressing her cunt against my mouth. I breathe her scent, hot and raunchy, her cunt so warm it seems to melt against my mouth as her juices trickle over my lips. I try to say something to her, but Nellie’s fingers slide over my clit and send a hot spike of pleasure into my core. I cry out and the only thing to do is attack the hot pussy pressing down against my lips.

I grab the soft globes of her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks, gasping as I thrust my tongue against the slick, silken folds of her cunt. She whines atop me, pushing her ass back again more. By the flickering firelight I can see more of Nellie and more intimately than I ever imagined. It only excites my lust. I tongue her sweet cunt, lashing my licks against the bud of her clit and watching the pucker of her anus tense with each spasm of pleasure I inflict.

Nellie answers me by draping her shapely body over mine and leaning her face against my cunt. She parts my folds with her fingers and circles the tiny, sensitive bud of my clit with her nimble tongue.

“Oooooohhhh gods,” I hiss against Nellie’s cunt, trying not to buck my hips and smash against her face. She grabs hold of my legs and begins sucking my clit from above. The pleasure shoots through me with such intensity that all I can think to do is bury my tongue in Nellie’s hot channel. My moans vibrate against her slick folds as I thrust my tongue deep inside her.

My orgasm bursts through me with sudden force and I cannot hold back. I writhe beneath her and buck my hips, fucking against her face. Somehow, she stays latched to my clit, driving me mad. I recover my senses enough to reply in kind, drawing her delicate folds and her throbbing clit into my mouth with hard sucking. She wails atop me, against my clit, grinding back against my mouth. I am not as good at this as Nellie, so I do lose suction several times, but each time I quickly lash out with my tongue, battering her clit and her trembling folds.

“Your skills have grown so quickly,” gasp Nellie, her thick thighs shaking against my face.

“I might’ve had the skills all along,” I pant against her pussy, my breath hot and thick with her scent. “I’ve just become more eager to use them.”

“Please, continue using them,” she moans, wiggling her hips and rubbing her slick folds against my mouth.

I slip a hand between her thighs and massage the soaking folds of her cunt. She groans with pleasure as I part those delicate lips and slide my fingers into the hot, pink channel of her cunt. I begin with two, but I find that three makes her moan louder. As I work my fingers in and out of Nellie’s clutching cunt, I lean up and slide my tongue between her cheeks. It is a naughty, raunchy feeling to run my tongue over the velvet divot of her anus.

She tenses and moans in surprise, “Much more eager to use your skills.”

“Nnnhmmm,” I agree, my tongue swirling at her tender rim as I pump my fingers into her squeezing cunt. She recovers from her initial surprise and resumes licking and sucking my clit. She thrusts two fingers into my tight cunt, curling them perfectly inside me to find points of pleasure I struggle to locate alone in a warm bath. Each time she pumps her fingers into my cunt, she slips her pinkie finger beneath it, sliding between the edge of my ass and rubbing my own juices against my tender asshole.

I let out a squeak the first time she does this and Nellie laughs, “I have skills as well.”

Her teasing spurs my enthusiasm and I begin to fuck her pussy hard with my fingers and wantonly tongue her asshole. It’s indescribably hot to have my face pressed into the soft, supple flesh of her ass, smothered with her warmth and her elf scent as I tongue her clenching divot. I work the tip of my tongue past that delicate pucker and into the hot sheath of her ass. She howls with pleasure as my tongue invades her hole and I feel her cunt begin to clutch and squeeze against my fingers. I fuck her with my fingers and tongue, reveling in the moment and savoring her soft, girlish gasps of ecstasy.

Nellie repays me with her little finger up my bum. It pushes into my hole, well-lubed with my own nectar, and she sucks hard at my clit as her fingers curl deep in my cunt. Tremor after tremor of pleasure rocks my body and I moan into the smothering flesh of her ass, barely able to breathe, but in such a state of ecstasy that I hardly even care.

Little-by-little, our pleasure recedes. The last shocks of my orgasm calm and I drop my head back onto the stone floor of the cave, gasping the comparatively cool air. She climbs off my body and we embrace, kissing and tonguing passionately, our deeds flavoring our kiss as we hold tight to one another.

She holds me against her and we pull a flimsy blanket over us both. I kiss her a few more times before she nuzzles against my pert breasts, her silky blonde hair spilling over my body. I stroke her head and seemingly in moments she is snoring against me. I smile and my sleep comes almost as easily.

I awake to the cold and the dark. The fire has gone out and Nellie has rolled off the bedroll, taking the blanket with her. I sit up, suddenly feeling watched, and pull my knees against my chest. I search the darkness. The faintest glow of the embers in the fire illuminate something glittering in the dark near one of the columns against the wall of the cave.

It moves.

I jerk back and shake, gasping. I scramble over to Nellie until she is awake.

“Something was here,” I explain.

“What was it?” She asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“I don’t know,” I say, squinting at the darkness. “It might be gone now.”

She conjures a glowing orb and we watch together as it floats over to the column. It illuminates a patch of stones that are wet and glistening. Was that it? Just liquid? But why is it wet there?

“Maybe I imagined it,” I say. “But we need to get dressed. We need to keep going.”

“Yes,” agrees Nellie. “We must leave this place. Together.”

“Together,” I agree, exchanging a meaningful look with the beautiful elf. A smile flickers on her face. A rasping sound from somewhere in the darkness wipes it away. We gather our things, such as they are, and search the darkness around us.

“There,” I say. “A door. That must be the way out.”

The light drifts ahead and reveals a simple wooden door with rusty hinges. It stands slightly open.

I take the lead as we set off through this mysterious door.

CONTINUE >

Nellie should offer to wank the werewolf with her tits

Nellie is fully equipped with a couple of big, soft ball-drainers. She can handle the werewolf. She seems eager to do it. Oh, I’m sorry, am I being inappropriate? You try getting trapped in a dungeon full of horny monsters with a giant-breasted elf as a sidekick and see if you don’t get a little obscene.

“I think my elf friend here is eager to give you a squeeze,” I say to Benjin. I look over my shoulder and grin at my busty companion. “Isn’t that right, Nellie?”

“Huh?” She snaps out of staring at the werewolf’s red cock. Her face is almost as red. “Oh, um, yes. I would love to pleasure him with my breasts. Would that satisfy you, Mr. Werewolf?”

He stalks closer to us, cocking his head to the side and licking his chops. He sniffs the air and Nellie thrusts her chest out to emphasize her huge breasts straining at the front of her robe. I reach over and cup them with my hands, squeezing them in her robe so that the tops of her areolas are visible.

“Imagine these around that big cock, Benjin,” I say, moving behind Nellie. I press my face against her cheek and untie her robe enough to expose more of her titflesh. She moans at my touch and bites her lower lip as she eyes the werewolf’s cock.

“Very well,” he growls. “Inside the cabin. She comes with me.”

Nellie starts toward him, but I grab her hand and pull her back. “You go in and sit down,” I say. “Then she’ll come in and take care of your cock.”

His upper lip curls back in anger. His growl deepens. He finally snarls out a one-word reply. “Fine.”

He turns and storms back into the cabin, leaving the door open so that we can seem him sit down on a chair by the fire. Because of his transformation, sitting upright is a bit awkward for him. He looks much like a cross between a man and a wolf and a human chair is only designed for one of those things. His furry legs jut straight out rather than touching the floor. His cock sticks up from beneath him, red and twitching as he stares at us through the open door.

I give Nellie a gentle shove and she stumbles towards the cabin like she is in a trance. I follow a few steps behind, watching her walk, feeling my arousal build as I picture what Nellie will be doing to the werewolf.

And then, with a few tugs on the cords of her robe and a shifting of cloth, she is walking towards the werewolf with her bare breasts cradled in her hands. Her huge mounds overflow her grasp. Her fat pink nipples jut outwards like the corks of brandy bottles. The werewolf stare in excitement and reaches out to her breasts as she draws closer.

Nellie moans as his clawed hands push her hands aside. He fondles her roughly, squeezing her breasts and pinching her fat nipples. She whimpers with each pinch and he presses his lupine face between her heavy mounds and begins sniffing and licking her flesh.

“Ohhhhh,” moans Nellie, stroking his lupine head as he nuzzles her breasts.

“So soft,” moans the werewolf, running is soft, pink tongue over Nellie’s buds and making them glisten. “They could fill with milk and feed a hundred pups.”

“Oh, please,” moans Nellie. “You must feel how soft they are, oooooh, around your, um, cock.”

He looks up at her from her breasts, his tongue flicking at one of her nipples. He slowly sits back in the chair and growls, “Do it then, elf. Pleasure me with your fat tits.”

“Yes, I will please you, Mr. Werewolf,” says Nellie, sounding entirely too enthusiastic about wanking Benjin’s big red cock with her breasts. She leans into his furry lap, engulfing him between her soft mounds. As she presses tightly around his red shaft, his slick member almost disappears completely. Any man would have had his cock swallowed whole, but Benjin’s lupine lovestick nestles between her breasts with the flattened tip jutting out like a purpling pendant. The werewolf growls with pleasure and Nellie moans, “It is so very warm!”

“Yes, keep the chill from your bosom, Nellie,” growls Benjin.

She begins to move between his legs. She kneels and rides her upper body forward, stroking her tits around him, her plush rear bouncing lightly against her heels each time she rides up to the tip. His cock emerges again as she lunges forward, her cleavage greased with the werewolf’s glistening precum. Her movements assume a natural, steady rhythm of rocking forward and back, riding his cock, her soft, pale breasts flushed in the valley between them as if his redness is spreading to her skin.

“Grrrrrr, faster,” growls the werewolf.

“Yes, of course,” she gasps, pressing her breasts tighter around him and bouncing faster against his cock. She begins using her hands to massage her tits up and down to add to the motions of her body. He is grunting and growling, squirming and thrusting awkwardly between her tits. His precum is oozing out steadily, creating a smear that begins to froth with friction.

I can smell the hot, musky odor from halfway across the cabin. I am transfixed by the sight of what Nellie is doing. The lupine cock pumping between her mashed tits, smearing her with more and more pre, so wrong and yet so exciting to watch.

“Something is happening,” gasps Nellie. “It’s getting bigger at the bottom.”

She looks over at me with concern. I step closer, leaning down to have a look. She’s right. The base of the werewolf’s cock is bulging significantly. He seems oblivious to what is happening, his gaze transfixed by Nellie’s heaving breasts and his cockhead.

“His knot,” I murmur, remembering misbehaving animals I’ve seen before. “He is going to—”

My warning is interrupted by a deafening howl of pleasure from the werewolf. He throws back his head, howling so loud that Nellie cries out in fear. His huge cock jerks and launches a milky stream of cum in an arc that goes above Nellie’s head and splatters against her breasts. She moans excitedly as she realizes what is happening, wanking him even harder as he spurts massive ropes of werewolf cum all over her shoulders, neck, breasts, and arms. She slows her wanking, helping to milk out every last drop between her soft breasts.

By the time he is finished, Nellie is dripping with his cum. She releases his cock, which is still hard and twitching, and begins scooping up globs of werewolf cum and licking it from her fingers.

“Mmmmmm! It is delicious!” She says with surprise. She scoops up more and holds it out to me. “Would you like some, Beatrix?”

“Go,” he growls, looking from me back to my cum-spattered . “Go now. Before I change my mind. Before my lust returns.”

I nod and tear a strip of cloth from my shirt. I quickly help Nellie wipe off her body and pull her robe back into place. His musk clings to her, but there is no time to fully clean up. Nellie, looking flushed and even a bit dazed, follows me out of the cabin and into the night.

“That was intense,” she whispers. “I wonder what it would have felt like if he had put that inside me.”

“Stop thinking about it,” I say, grabbing her hand. “We need to go.”

An angry howl from the cabin provides additional motivation. We run for it, crashing into the forest behind the trees. I pray that I do not hear the snarling werewolf in pursuit.

After a while of running, the woods darken as clouds cover the moon. Nellie conjures one of her glowing orbs to lead the way through the dark forest. I should be afraid, but with Nellie reeking of werewolf spunk, I’m determined to make it out of this illusory realm.

CONTINUE >

Tell Nellie to clean me with a strip of cloth!

I steal a glance back at Nellie and see that her face is blushing crimson and her breasts are practically heaving from her bodice. She is staring right at my cum-smeared ass and she wants it. But a glance at the growling werewolf gives me a second thought. His cock is not even fully back in its sheath. A little provocation and that cock will slide out again. He will fuck us both senseless.

“Here,” I say, tearing off a strip of my blouse. “This will work.”

“Yes, of course,” she says, hurrying behind me. She gingerly takes the cloth from my hand and gives my thighs and firm buttocks a few delicate wipes.

“No, you really have to get it,” I say. “I can’t put my trousers back on in this state.”

“Hurry,” growls Benjin, licking his lips as he watches her kneel behind me.

Nellie wipes the cum from my ass. There is so very much of it, dripping out and down my legs, but I manage to recover my bodily functions and she manages to get the worst of it cleared away. I still smell like werewolf spunk, but at least I can pull on my panties and trousers.

“The things I do to get us out of this dungeon,” I mutter as my panties thread between my cheeks and press against my tender asshole. I pull on my trousers and button them up. “Come on, Nellie. We are getting out of here.”

Benjin stares after us, his cock already sliding out of its sheath again and his eyes growing wild. He growls and paces as I grab Nellie’s hand and run for the trees. Behind us, Benjin begins to snarl and bark. We run among the trees, ducking under branches and weaving behind trunks.

“That was intense,” whispers Nellie. “Did it hurt?”

“At first,” I admit, jumping over a tree root. “Then it felt good. And then he made me cum.”

“Maybe he would do it to me like he did it to you if we went back to him and—”

“Stop,” I say, interrupting her. “Stop thinking about it. We have to get out of here. Not give him another chance to knock us up.”

An angry howl from the cabin provides additional motivation. We run for it, crashing into the forest behind the trees. I pray that I do not hear the snarling werewolf in pursuit.

After a while of running, the woods darken as clouds cover the moon. Nellie conjures one of her glowing orbs to lead the way through the dark forest. I should be afraid, but with me sore and reeking of werewolf spunk, I’m determined to make it out of this illusory realm.

CONTINUE >

Talk to the mimic

“Wait. Please. We can talk about this.” I raise an appeasing hand even as I keep my guard up with my sword. “I don’t want to resort to violence.”

“Smart girl, smart girl,” laughs the chest. “Pretty too. Alright, let’s talk. While your friend is slowly melting inside me, let’s have a polite conversation.”

“Ew,” I say with a shudder. The worst part is that when he talks I catch glimpses of Nellie writhing inside that pink membrane. She seems like she’s okay, but I don’t know how long it will take him to melt her into a piece of treasure. “Look. Um, you give me my friend back and we’ll find something else for you. What do you want?”

“I’m hungry,” says the mimic. “But I mostly want treasure to attract pretty girls.”

“What if, um, what I find some treasure for you?” I say, looking around. I notice a large open chamber just past the one we’re in. There seem to be large stone blocks. “What’s in there?”

“Oh, yeah, maybe.” The chest rolls his eyes in the direction I’m looking. “Those are tombs in there. Very important guys like knights and princes. They’re sure to have a bunch of treasure.”

“So I can go get you some treasure from those tombs,” I say.

“There is an easier way,” he says. “More than anything, I’m lonely. I just want to have a little bit of fun.”

He lifts a purple penis-tipped tentacle. He moves it closer to me and I see the raised rings around the shaft and the bumps bulging at the base. I swallow hard, imagining that thing sliding into my pussy.

“You mean, um, do something with that?” I say, pointing to the cock as my other hand falls to my left breast. I can feel my stiff nipple poking under my blouse. “While Nellie is inside you?”

“She’ll be fine, probably,” he chuckles. “Come on, sweetie. You just put down the sword and give me a little bit of pleasure. It’ll be fun for both of us, I promise. Then I might let your friend go.”

“You might?” I say, looking from the dripping cockhead to the mimic’s leering face.

“Well, yeah, if you do a terrible job I’m not giving you your friend.” The mimic’s leering gaze looks me up and down. “But a sweet thing like you will do it right, won’t you?”

“Um, I could, I guess,” I say, my heart thumping a little heavier in my chest.

“Yeaaaah,” he laughs. “Come on over. Show me what you can do, sweetheart.”

What should I do?

Gather treasure for the mimic

Pleasure the mimic’s cock tentacle

Surrender meekly to the mimic

I can’t go on without Nellie. I can’t even see a way to beat the mimic without seriously hurting my friend. With a resigned sigh, my shoulders slump and the sword falls from my fingers to clatter on the ground.

“Heh heh heh! What’s wrong, sweetheart?” The mimic growls at me, his words revealing more glimpses of my voluptuous elf friend writhing beneath the pink membrane of his digestive chamber. “Giving up already?”

“Yes,” I say, lowering my gaze. “I surrender.”

A knot forms in my throat. I can’t force myself to look up because I know the grotesque chest is smiling at me. He sends two pink tentacles slithering up to me. They creep up my legs, winding once around them before sliding up my waist. He is not binding me or being rough. Instead, he begins to gently reel me towards his chest like a fisherman pulling on a fish.

“You know what this means, right? I’m gonna eat you up. You and your little friend. Melt you into some new treasure.” His cruel words send a fear and lust roiling through me. He pulls me closer and closer, the chest yawning open and the membrane parting with a wet, fleshy sound. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. It won’t hurt a bit. I promise.”

He pulls me closer and closer. I can smell a sweet scent now and a pleasant warmth emanating from the open chest. I force myself to look. Through the fleshy rim of the parted membrane, like an opened steamed dumpling, I can see what the mimic is doing to Nellie.

“Ooooooh more,” moans my elf companion. “More, please. Put more inside me!”

Nellie is curled inside the huge chest, her naked body glistening with slime and her flesh caressed and prodded by numerous pink tentacles. Tentacles bind her huge breasts and tickle her nipples. Several are plundering her plush ass and a thick purple one is pushing its phallic tip in and out of her pussy. The penis tentacle is ribbed and the bumps at the base are vibrating and pulsing as it thrusts heavily into her slime dripping pussy. The sight of her gives me the distinct impression of one of my grandfather’s chicken and eel meat pies before he put the top crust on it.

Nellie twists and moans. Her eyes are wild, rolling in her head like a drunk on the brink of passing out as she writhes among the tentacles. Those mad eyes finally look up at me and her moaning mouth widens into a smile.

“Beatrix,” she gasps. “It’s so wonderful. Come inside with me.”

She stretches a hand up out of the chest and reaches for mine. Her slimy fingers brush against me. The mimic spares some tentacles from molesting Nellie to join the ones already climbing up my legs. The pink tendrils curl into my trousers and peel them down from my hips. Two more slide under my blouse, popping the buttons open and exposing my breasts. I gasp as warm slime coats my pale flesh, making me feel exceptionally warm and hungry for pleasure.

“Heh heh heh. What a delicious meal the two of you will make.” The mimic pulls me over the side of the chest, drawing me into the slimy pink pouch. Nellie’s arms open to greet me and I am drawn in against her yielding flesh. Tentacles surround us both, slithering over our naked bodies as we press together.

“Ohhhh gods,” I coo, my legs intertwining with Nellie’s and my hands caressing her tentacle-bound breasts. She writhes against me and one of her fat nipples finds its way into my eager mouth. Tentacles tickle under my arms, tease my toes, and slip and slide over my aching cuntlips and between my firm buttocks. The pleasure keeps building and building, the membrane sealing shut above us to trap in the heat of our squirming bodies. The lid closes with a final thump, but even inside the chest there is a faint reddish light.

“Beatrix,” moans Nellie, her lips against mine. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I moan, my pleasure peaking and my hips jerking. “It feels so wonderful!”

“Yes! Yes it does!” She cries, arching against me, her soft breasts sliding and pressing against mine.

Slime sloshes into the chamber, squirting over our bodies and making us even warmer and slipperier. We laugh and embrace. I can feel one of the fat cock tentacles pushing into my ass. Another into my pussy. Nellie is kissing me. Her tongue is so warm in my mouth. So wonderful with those fat cocks plunging in and out of my holes.

The way those bumps vibrate against my clit drives me to another peak and another. They are spurting deep into my ass and my pussy. There is no curse here. No pregnancy. But a happiness as profound as any I might otherwise know spreads through me. I cum again and again, my body twisted up with Nellie, my inner walls squeezed full of writhing tentacles and spurting cocks, a smile on my lips as the beautiful elf kisses me in the red-lit belly of the mimic.

“We’re never getting out,” I laugh, the realization seeming insignificant as another wave of ecstasy ripples through my overheated body.

“No, we are doomed,” laughs Nellie and her steamy kiss dissolves any worry I might have had.

CONTINUE >

Surrender eagerly to the slime

I think I’m going insane. Staring down this strange, gelatinous creature, all I can think about is the ways that creature could make me cum. The ways it could ravish me like nothing I’ve seen before. Not even the tentacles of the mimic could pleasure me like this moving mound of shapeless sensuality.

“I surrender,” I laugh, tossing my sword aside. “I give up! Take me!”

I step towards the slime, ignoring Nellie’s protests as she begs for me not to do what I am doing. I shake her off when she tries to pull me away. I feel sorry for her that she doesn’t see what I see: the endless possibilities of being fucked by a slime. I unbuckle my belt and toss it aside and continue walking towards the huge violet slime as it burbles and quivers excitedly.

“BllooooooOOooo,” it croons.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I say, hitching my trousers down from my hips. “I want you to fuck me. And don’t be gently about it.”

The slime burbles and curls cool tentacles into my trousers to help me out of them. I don’t know how intelligent a brainless goo pile can be, but this one seems to know that I am eager to cooperate. It peels down my panties and helps me out of my blouse as I reach out and caress the surface of its slimy body.

Tiny tendrils squirm teasingly between my fingers, but it makes no attempt to grab me or immobilize me. I continue to massage my hands over the surface of the slime, climbing naked atop it like I am on a great waterskin wobbling under my knees. Thick protrusions of slime form into phallic shapes and I grasp them in my hands and stroke them like I am wanking a couple of cocks.

“Blloooooooooo,” the slime burbles beneath me.

“You like that, don’t you, boy?” I giggle, pumping my hands on its cool, slippery cocks. Beneath me, more tendrils rise, crawling my thighs to massage the hot furrow of my cunt, cradle my peachy bottom, and slide between my cheeks to stroke the pink ring of my asshole. I moan appreciatively, rocking my hips back against the curious slime. Its touch is so cool and delicate. It’s incredible.

I keep one of its cocks in my hand and lean over the other, parting my lips and sucking its jelly cock. Its cock is as soft as the rest of its body and yet springs back to shape with the passage of my lips. A sweet liquid smears my tongue and encourages me to suck harder. I moan around the slimy cock. I never bother to wonder why I’m sucking it or whether it even feels good to the slime. I’m guessing it does, since it burbles and jiggles its body beneath mine.

Another tentacle rises between my legs, teasing like a cool tongue over the folds of my pussy.

“Oooooh, that’s the spot,” I moan as it gives me another slimy lick. “Go on. Have a good taste… that’s it… oooooooh! You’re not shy, are you?”

His slimy cock pushes past my folds, gently opening me as the cool liquid length of his cock thrusts upwards into my pussy. His fluid length spreads to fill every bit of my cunt, soaking into the corners and pushing against my womb. The pressure builds and lessens, builds and lessens, and I realize this is how he thrusts inside me.

“MMmmmmmmm!” I moan around his cock, returning to sucking him. I shake my hips and ride atop his undulating body, my ass slapping against wet slime as he pummels my inner walls with the flowing pressure of his cock.

“BlloooooOooo,” the slime burbles excitedly and a third slimy appendage thrusts into my crack.

My eyes widen as his slimy flows into my throat at the same moment. All three of my holes are being filled by rippling, sliding slime and it feels incredible. The jiggling appendages summon my pleasure to a peak, driving an orgasm into my pussy, my ass, and my throat all at the same moment. Tiny, sucker-tipped tendrils of slime reach up and slurp my hard nipples into their translucent membranes. They tug on my tender buds as I gurgle with pleasure around the slime fucking my throat.

Lost in such strange ecstasy, I nevertheless feel a distinct heat building in the slime’s three thrusting cocks. The one in my ass surges deeper, the one in my throat pulls back into my mouth, and the slimy cock that is plundering my pussy presses against my cervix. With a loud, vibrating burble of pleasure, the slime’s three cocks explode. Hot, thick, sweet cum spurts into my mouth. It gushes into my trembling cunt, washing my womb, and spurts in warm pumps into the depths of my ass.

In that instant, I feel the curse of the dungeon take hold. The spurting cum drives me to an even more potent orgasm as I feel the creation of new life within my body. I realize my destiny, warm and wonderful, squeezing and rippling around three thrusting slime cocks. I am here to bear the slime’s children. I did not know it was possible and yet I feel it, welling inside me, my womb finally filled with the burbling slime’s plentiful goo.

I manage to gulp down his syrupy cum and lift my mouth free of his cock as he continues to shoot his spunk onto my face and breasts. “Yes!” I cry, riding hard against two cocks. “Yes! Claim me! Fuck me and seed me and claims as yours!”

His seed is pouring out of me even as I know I have surrendered my body and soul to the slime. His thrusting cocks continue to pound my pussy and ass, churning his plentiful spunk into musky foam that drips down my thighs and out of my well-used asshole. It is everything I ever wanted.

I have been mated by the slime!

CONTINUE >

Index

Nellie and Beatrix by the campfire

Encountering the werewolf

Facing off against the mimic

Attacked by the slime

Meeting a new “friend”

Uncensored cover art

Use a Power Attack against the slime

“Stay back,” I shout to Nellie. “I’ll handle this big pile of phlegm!”

“Y-yes, alright,” says Nellie, backing away from me and seeking shelter among the columns behind us.

I advance on the slime, my sword gripped tightly in both hands and my focus on delivering a crushing blow that will end this fight quickly. The slime burbles, the giant face on its mass seeming to take on a quizzical expression. With a last shout, I charge the last few steps, swinging my sword over my head and aiming at the strange organs beneath the slime’s glistening surface.

“DIEEEEE!” I’m not even sure if a slime can die, but I’m about to find out.

My sword’s blade cleaves through the creature’s ridiculous face, slicing easily into its gelatinous body and cutting through one of the organs. The slime shudders and gurgles and I can’t help but smile.

Then the slime’s body seems to tighten around my blade and the sword is violently wrenched from my grasp. The sword is swallowed up in an instant, sliding through the slime’s body before being forcefully expelled from the opposite side. I watch, stunned, as my blade disappears into the lagoon with a splash.

The slime rears up, towering over me, gathering in its tendrils as its vague face becomes a lunatic’s grin.

“BLOOOOOO!” It trumpets.

“Shit,” I manage as the tidal wave of slime crashes down atop me. In an instant, I am sucked into a vortex of gelatinous tendrils. I feel a bubbling against my skin and realize my clothes are melting off my body. My boots and trousers and blouse are stripped away in seconds. I twist and manage to thrust my head and arms out of the slime. My belt buckle and a few brass buttons drift away as the slime dissolves my panties.

“Nellie!” I cry. “Nellie, help me!”

The slime is sliding away from her, clinging to a wall and gliding upward. My arms hang down as I stretch out to Nellie. She shouts something to me, reaching out to pull me back, but it’s too late. I’m briefly sucked completely inside the slime and it glides up the wall and out of her reach. For a moment I see her through the translucent surface of the clime, calling out to me. Then the slime slides into through a hatch in the ceiling and darkness swallows us both.

The slime drags me into a lair hidden between floors of this part of the dungeon, squeezing into a chamber no bigger than my bedroom back home and flowing around me like a cool bath. It lets my head surface and I gasp for air. In the darkness, the slime begins to explore my body with gentle, caressing currents and probing tendrils of slime more solid than the rest of its body.

“Ohhhhh, what are you doing?” I moan as I feel soft, cool tongues licking at my cunt and parting my folds. A tendril of slippery slime pushes into the hot channel of my cunt. More slime oozes into my ass, filling me with a strange, pleasant sensation. The slime begins to work in and out of my pussy and ass. It shudders around me and it feels like two large, soft-lipped mouths close over my nipples. Those inhuman mouths begin sucking rhythmically at my pert breasts, drawing my nipples out and sending hot curls of pleasure into my core.

“Blooooo,” murmurs the slime as its gelatinous cocks plunder my pussy and raid my rump. In the dark, at the mercy of the slime, it’s easy to forget about my worries. The urgent sucking on my nipples leaves me gasping and bucking my hips inside the enveloping slime. Slime cocks pump faster and faster inside me, leaving me panting desperately and reaching one arm out of the slime to scrabble at the smooth stone around us.

“You’re going to make me cum,” I cry. “Oh, by the gods, I shouldn’t but… it feels so good. I can’t… can’t stop. OHHHHH!”

I arch and twitch inside the slime all around me. My pussy clutches tightly against the thrusting slime and it squeezes and separates liquidly within my depths. Some of it flows deeper into my core and some of it pushes back out of my tensing cunt.

“BLOOOOO!” The slime burbles excitedly and I feel something strange. The slime’s body is cool, but its cocks grow suddenly warm. It throbs deep within my pussy and ass and I feel a hot gush of liquid against my womb.

In an instant, the slime’s potent seed floods my fertile pussy and the curse of the dungeon takes hold. I never imagined it was possible, but I am being impregnated by the slime. It pumps again and again, filling my pussy and ass, and it’s the most wonderful sensation I have ever experienced. My orgasm peaks and my holes squeeze tightly around the slime’s spurting cocks.

“Yesssss!” I wail. “Oh, yes, breed me! Fill my pussy with your cum! My love! My ooey-gooey love! Pump your slimy babies into my belly!”

The slime burbles with joy, its cocks renewing their eager thrusting into my cum-filled holes. The monster is tireless, his gelatinous body rippling and contracting around me as I jerk with ecstasy.

I have been bred by the slime and I love it!

CONTINUE >

Bitches in heat for the lone wolf

“Oh, gods, you are good at that,” moans Benjin. He’s sitting by the fire in his favorite chair, completely naked. Flames are crackling in the hearth, but it’s my eager mouth keeping his cock warm. His human cock.

“Mmmmmmhmmm,” I moan, slurping and bobbing on his thick manhood. His spit-coated shaft glistens by the firelight. I massage his balls, eagerly anticipating him shooting into my mouth. He usually cums fairly quickly when I suck him like this. He reaches a hand down as I am bobbing up, pulls my apron aside, and fondles my bare breast. His thumb plays back and forth over the sensitive bud of my nipple.

“They’re growing, Beatrix,” he says, admiring my breast. “Soon they’ll be full of milk.”

“Mmmmhmmhm,” I agree and then pop my mouth from his cock. “Nellie is already beginning to leak milk.”

“I know,” says Benjin with a twinkle in his brown eyes. “I’ve been sucking them every night to get a little taste of her…”

His brow furrows and his body jerks. He stands up suddenly and I know well to crawl back from him. My pussy throbs in anticipation as Benjin begins his change.

My beloved has no control over when it comes and goes. Sometimes he will transform twice in an hour. Other times he can go most of a day without changing or changing back. His dark hair spreads over his body like fire, his knees invert with sickening pops, and his hands transform into furry claws. His face becomes entirely like a wolf and his cock has grown into that familiar red monster that I have known so intimately over my months with Benjin.

He growls and I know it’s time to assume the position. I get down on my knees on the fur rug and raise my increasingly plump ass in the air for him. Benjin saunters over to me, his clawed feet ticking on the hardwood before he pads onto the rug. He sniffs at my ass and my cunt, his breath tickling against my well-used holes. I’m wet for him and I know he can smell it. He gives my dewy folds a lick and tastes my nectar. A growl vibrates against my eager mound.

“You’re ready for my cock,” he snarls.

“Yes, oh, yes, please, Benjin,” I cry, arching my back to offer him an even better angle. “Mount me with your mighty cock.”

He snarls savagely and mounts me without hesitation. His furry weight drapes over my back and his clawed hands grab hold of my hips. He has fucked me so many times that his cock finds my soaking cunt on the first stroke and drives to the hilt into my slick, hungry pussy. He whines with pleasure and I wail beneath him, struck by that passing pang of discomfort before my body once more adjusts to his size and the ferocity of his strokes.

It is not long before I feel the swelling of his knot. For the first few days of our new life together, I almost dreaded the painful bulge of that massive knot. But now I long for it. The way it fills me and binds us together.

“You feel it,” he growls, his muzzle against my ear. “You feel what is coming?”

“Yes! Tie me with your knot, my love,” I moan.

His thrusts push that bulge past my cuntlips and into my tight channel. I am finally filled to my limit. His knot and traps his cock deep inside me and he howls above me as he cums. His spurting, throbbing cock sends me over the brink. Each pump of warm werewolf seed into my depths sends another ripple of ecstasy through my body. I am cumming with him. Cumming for him. And I know once I give birth to his pups he will breed me again and again just like this.

In the afterglow of our mutual orgasm, Benjin rests atop my back, panting heavily beside the fire. The door opens and we both look up, expecting Nellie to be returning with the herbs and mushrooms she set out to gather. Instead, a familiar, well-dressed man steps into the cabin.

“Zimon,” growls Benjin.

“Ah, my dear friend,” laughs Zimon. “I’ve caught you in a bind! Ah-ha! So good to see you enjoying yourself with Beatrix. Is it true? Is Nellie yours as well?”

“The elf is mine,” says Benjin, his weight lifting from my back, but his cock still knotted in side me. “You will set us free?”

“Perhaps a cold bucket of water?” Zimon snaps his fingers and a wooden bucket appears in midair. “Oh, you meant from the forest! Are you not happy here?”

“You said there were two ways out,” growls Benjin. “Cure the lycanthropy or find a mate.”

“Yes, well, I have found a lovely island for you to call home,” says Zimon. “Far away from any humans who might run off a werewolf. Would that be sufficient?”

“Is there food?” Benjin asks.

“Coconuts, rats, and fish,” says Zimon. “A veritable bounty for you and your blushing brides.”

“Then I accept,” says Benjin.

“When your pups are born, I will relocate you,” says Zimon. “I would like to see the miracle happen. I’ve never seen a werewolf litter born before. Until then…”

He snaps his fingers and disappears. At last, Benjin pulls his knot from my cum-stuffed pussy. I feel the cum leaking out of my onto the floor and I quickly grasp a towel and begin cleaning up.

“I am going to find Nellie and give her the good news,” says Benjin, stalking to the door of the cabin. “Have supper ready for my return.”

“Of course, my love,” I say, scrubbing up the cum from the floor. “Whatever you desire.”

His lips curl in a savage smile and he sets forth from the cabin. Alone, in the cabin, I reflect on my adventure through Zimon’s monster-filled dungeon. I wanted to escape, to be free again and have my revenge on the wizard, but of all the ways that adventure might have ended, being the mate of a werewolf doesn’t seem so bad at all.

THE END

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Talk to the werewolf

Benjin seemed like a reasonable man. He might be all covered with fur now. And growling. And he might have his big red wolf cock sticking out. But there’s still a man in there somewhere. Considering some of the creatures I’ve talked to since being trapped in this dungeon, negotiating with one that is at least part human should be a snap.

“Hey, wait a moment,” I say, keeping my sword up and shielding Nellie in case the werewolf decides to lunge at us. “Let’s talk about this.”

“There is nothing to talk about,” growls Benjin. “I must mate with you! I must have pleasure!”

“There are other ways to have pleasure,” I say, my gaze flicking to his throbbing red cock and back to his eyes. “There are, um, things that could be done.”

“Could be done?” Nellie wonders aloud over my shoulder.

“Things that won’t get us knocked up,” I whisper to her.

“Oh, yes, right,” she says, raising her voice. “We could give you pleasure, Ser Werewolf.”

He growls, but it is with amusement rather than anger. “I am not a knight. Benjin. Call me Benjin.” Though he is talking, he does not seem to relax at all. He stalks us and circles us as I keep my sword raised. “Tell me of the pleasure you offer.”

“My breasts!” Nellie calls out. “You see them, yes? I could take them out of my robe, let you feel them, and wrap them around you to give you pleasure.”

“Pleasure with your breasts?” He licks his chops. “Maybe. They are very big.”

“They better to wank you off with,” she giggles.

“What about you, Beatrix?” He growls. “What will you offer me?”

“My mouth might suffice to—"

“He could mate with my bottom,” suggests Nellie, interrupting my answer. “Or yours, Beatrix. If you want a turn.”

I see the sparkle in Nellie’s eyes. It isn’t that she is afraid of wanking him between her breasts; it seems the naughty elf just wants a werewolf cock up her ass. Nice of her to include me. The thought does have a certain appeal.

“Your bottom?” His lip curls back. “Yes. Your bottoms. Yes, I could mate with one of you that way. It might, grrrrrr, satisfy me.”

“Or my mouth,” I repeat.

“Mmmmmm,” he licks his sharp teeth again. “Well, which is it? Which of you will dare to satisfy me? How will you do it?”

His tail flicks impatiently. His gaze flicks between us.

What should I do?

Offer to suck his cock

Nellie should offer to wank him with her tits

Nellie should give up her ass to the werewolf

Offer my ass to the werewolf

Let Nellie volunteer to be mated first

“We can do it, you know,” I say. “We can give him what he wants.”

“Really?” Nellie’s big eyes widen even more. “Are you certain? We will be trapped with him.”

“Zimon said it was a way out of the dungeon,” I say, taking her hands. “And look at him. You’re right, Nellie. I’m thinking about what it will feel like to let him mate me with that big, red cock and it’s driving me wild.”

“Me too,” she giggles. “Yes. I want it. I want to feel it. May I go first?”

“Yes,” growls the werewolf, apparently overhearing you and Nellie. “I will mate you first. Come to me, pretty elf. You will know the pleasure of being mounted by a werewolf. Then it will be your turn, Beatrix.”

“Oh, gods,” I moan, hot lust coloring my face as I nod with acceptance.

Nellie steps past me, closer to the hulking werewolf. He wraps her in his furry arms, his clawed hands prizing her robe from her body, freeing her breasts, and forcefully stripping garment down from her shapely hips. She moans and buries her face in his thick brown fur, nuzzling against his chest and pressing her body against the upright length of his cock. Her hands move slowly, gathering the length of his cock, stroking it as she lifts her face to look up into his bestial muzzle.

“On your knees, elf,” he growls.

Nellie does not simply obey him, she enthusiastically drops to her knees before the werewolf, spreading her knees wide to lower herself further. She strokes his crimson cock in her hands and presses kisses to his furry bollocks, his sheath, and the underside of his lupine length. Ben growls at her, resting a clawed hand on her head as she moans and runs her tongue up his cock. Her moans grow louder as she wantonly parts her lips, engulfing his beastly cock and slurping it like a well-paid whore.

“Gods,” I murmur, feeling a desperate pang of lust.

I wish I was there, beside her, on my knees and pleasuring that forbidden cock. She slides up, lifting her mouth from him, drool spilling down her chin and from her lips. She gazes up into his lupine face and presses her huge, soft breasts around his crimson cock. He growls again as she strokes him between her creamy breasts.

Overcome by lust, I sink back onto a chair and thrust my hand into my tight trousers. With my free hand, I open my blouse and expose my pert breasts to the werewolf. He bares his teeth at me and runs his long tongue over them. I brush my fingers over my stiff nipples and plunge the fingers of my other hand into my hot cunt as I watch Nellie licking his cock and wanking him between her breasts.

“Oh, Beatrix, it tastes so naughty,” moans Nellie between slurps and licks at the flattened head of the werewolf’s cock.

“Your breasts are too soft,” growls the werewolf. “Your mouth too warm. You stop this. Stop now and I will mount you.”

He pushes her away and Nellie falls to the floor, her hair spilling across her face. The werewolf drops to his haunches behind her, still hulking above her as he seizes her shapely hips and turns her over. She looks at me with her face pressed down to the floor, her breasts mashed beneath her, and her big ass raised for the werewolf. I can see fear-tinged lust in her heavy eyes. Those eyes widen a moment later as the werewolf thrusts his snout against her rear.

The werewolf sniffs and snuffles at her ass and her cunt. He laps at her slit with several long lashes of his floppy pink tongue. Nellie whimpers and squirms back against his lupine snout. The werewolf excitedly wags his tail. Nellie’s eyes roll back in her head as the big beast laps at her cunt and his pink tongue slides up the crack of her ass. I fuck myself with my fingers even harder, imagining the pleasure she must be experiencing, listening to the raunchy sounds and breathing the thick aroma of sex in the air of the small cabin.

He is upon her so quickly I would not realize it had happened were it not for the sudden expression of shock and pleasure on Nellie’s face. Her head jerks up from the floor as the werewolf’s furry body climbs over her, sliding his crimson cock into the hot cove of her cunt. He begins to thrust furiously, his tongue lolling over his teeth as he pants like a wolf.

“Ohhhhhhh gods,” cries Nellie. “It is so deep. I can feel it bashing against my womb! Ohhhhh! Beatrix! What have I done?”

I hurry to her, taking holding of her hands as the werewolf thrusts relentlessly into her pussy. She manages to push her upper body onto her elbows, her breasts still partly squeezed beneath her, but now wobbling with the force of the werewolf’s rutting.

“Does it feel good?” I ask hopefully.

“Yessssss,” she hisses.

“Yes! Feels good!” The werewolf agrees, seeming to double the fury of his thrusts.

“Ohhhhh! It is swelling!” Nellie cries, her fair brow furrowed with exertion. “It is growing larger! I do not know ahhhh do not know how it will fit!”

“His knot,” I gasp with realization.

“What?” Nellie looks at me with confusion.

“His knot is inside you. It means he is going to—”

My words are interrupted by a savage howl from the werewolf. In the confines of the cabin, it is deafening. He throws his head back, howling like a wild beast at the rafters, thrusting deep into Nellie’s cunt. His strokes take on a distinctive squelching sound and Nellie’s expression softens from exertion to a blissful smile.

“Ohhhhh,” she moans. “Ohhh, my love! My Benjin! Your seed is inside me! It is making me… making me… Aahhhhhhh!”

She tosses her head and her lips form into a soft oval as she croons with ecstasy. There is little doubt that she is cumming. Her hands grip me tightly as she is mated by the hulking werewolf.

“It is wonderful,” she gasps. “Oh, Beatrix, it is what I have always needed. I am filled with his love!”

I’ll admit to being jealous of the joy I see on Nellie’s face. She whimpers and laughs with pleasure, the werewolf leaning heavily atop her, shifting his weight and finally pulling his cock free of her pussy with an audible pop. The scent of his seed is overpowering as it drips from Nellie’s well-fucked cunt. It is an animal musk that is somehow exciting rather than repellant.

Nellie slumps on the floor, moaning with satisfaction as the werewolf crawls over her and towards me. He gazes into my eyes and growls in a deep voice, “You are next, Beatrix.”

I turn onto my hands and knees, unable to resist his bestial lure. The werewolf’s mighty claws easily tear my trousers down my hips and expose my peachy bottom and my steamy cunt. He snuffs at my hindquarters and runs his tongue over my folds. I lower my face to the floor and shudder as he laps at my cunt and snuffles his warm breath into my crack.

“Oh, gods, what am I doing?” I moan, feeling a tremor of the same doubt Nellie felt just as she was being mounted by the beast.

But Nellie is there to comfort me. She crawls around to my head, that same dreamy expression on her face as she sits back and spreads her thighs to show me her blushing pussy, glistening and dripping with beastly spunk.

“It is our destiny, Beatrix,” she says, stroking her clit and spreading her folds to allow more of the white cum to well up from inside her. “To be mated. To become sisters as our bellies swell with Benjin’s pups. Come and taste him, Beatrix. You will forget your worries.”

The hesitate at the sight of her cum-smeared cunt, but Nellie pulls my face down to her messy folds. I try to resist what she is making me do, but the werewolf’s lapping tongue is driving all thought from my head. My face presses against those slimy folds and the thick, smelly cum smears my lips and chin. I lick it without thinking and the raw, salty taste of it makes me feel woozy. I lick again, clearing my lips, tasting more. And then I am licking her and I can’t stop myself. My tongue is sliding over her cum-salted cuntlips, pressing into her flooded channel, and I am licking up the cream of the werewolf filling my friend.

“Time to mate,” growls the werewolf. He climbs atop me with the same suddenness with which he mounted Nellie. I scarcely have time to cry out against her messy cunt before I feel his hot, slippery cock bulling at my entrance. I arch my back and offer my cunt to him with a hot flush of need. He snarls and impales my pussy on his throbbing beastly cock.

I am driven forward as his furry body mounts mine and my face presses heavily into Nellie’s sopping cunt. Benjin grips my slender hips with his clawed hands. He thrusts furiously into me, in and out, without respite. My pleasure builds in my core with every stroke of his beastly cock. The hot, furry weight of him presses down on me and all I can do is moan and lick the salty cum already dripping from my the beautiful elf.

Being fucked by Benjin is like nothing I have experienced before. Yes, I have had my share of drunken grapples with boys back in Lesser Crudridge. A few of them even seemed beastly at the time, shoving me around and seeming to care little for my pleasure, but it is nothing like being mounted by the big, furry body of the werewolf. He holds me with savage strength and furiously pounds my pussy. His cock is huge, stretching me, ruling my body, and he is relentless. He has a singular intent and it is to fuck me full of his potent seed.

Will I soon be pleasure drunk and smiling like Nellie? Will I howl and beg him like his bitch for more?

“Mmmmmmmm!” I whine against Nellie’s pussy, my tongue buried deep. I look up at her, over her heaving breasts, and I see the lidded pleasure on her smiling face. I know that it is a fate I wish to share with her. I lift my face from her cunt and look back at the werewolf with his lolling tongue and wild eyes. “Do it! Breed me! Make me yours, Ben!”

“Yes, you want my seed?” He snarls at my ear and licks my neck.

“She does!” Nellie laughs, caressing my shoulders and watching her mate furiously pound my pussy.

“Yes!” I cry.

“Beg for it,” he snarls. “Beg for the knot!”

“Oh, gods, give me the knot, please, Benjin! Fill me with your cum!” His tongue lashes my lips and I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. It is strange kissing him in this beastly form. It feels wrong. It feels wonderful. My pussy spasms around his thrusting cock, my inner walls clutching tightly around his slippery length, and I feel the knot swelling at my cuntlips. It grows and bulges, driving past my squeezing walls and into my cunt. In that moment, I feel him erupt, pouring his seed deep into my fertile pussy.

There is a flash of light behind my eyes and I am filled with ecstasy like no orgasm I have ever known. I feel love and pleasure and fulfillment all at once. I arch my back and push against his rutting, knotting cock, locked to him, filled by him. I feel a powerful rush of pleasure deep in my core and I know I am being bred. It is done. I am his forever. He howls triumphantly, thrusting against my back walls, flooding me with his sperm.

“Yes!” I wail as he howls above me. “Oh, yes, Benjin! I am yours!”

Cum-stuffed and drunk on the joy of being mated, Nellie and I have been bred. I look into her eyes and laugh with joy. My pussy convulses around the huge knot of the werewolf’s cock.

This is everything I had ever dreamed.

CONTINUE >

Flee from the mimic

Nellie has been eaten and this foul, slavering mimic is taunting me with his tentacles. I can’t deal with it! I need to get out of here!

“I’m sorry, Nellie!” I cry, backing away from the chest.

“You’re going to leave the elf behind?” The mimic laughs at me. “Some friend you are! But I can still catch you!”

His tentacles lunge for me and I swing wildly with my sword. I know I can’t go back, there’s no way I’m going to get through that iron door and back into the woods. I must go forward. I must put poor Nellie’s fate behind me! There is a dark entrance into another chamber beyond the mimic. There are big stone blocks of some sort visible in the yawning entrance to this chamber. I don’t know what the room is or what it contains, but it can’t be as bad as the mimic.

With a cry of frustration and tears in my eyes, I evade the mimic’s tentacles and run from the room. I can hear his gruff laughter following me as he calls out, “You’re going the wrong way, sweetheart!”

He’s trying to trick me. I’m sure of it. I enter the room full of stone blocks. There are only a few of the blue torches in this room and the light is very low. It’s also even colder, like an autumn morning in Lesser Crudridge. An unpleasant, moldering smell hangs in the air. I begin to shiver as I approach one of the stone blocks. I realize it is a tomb, with an image of a handsome man holding a sword and a placard inscribed on the lid.

“Here lies Prince Voringun, 842 – 864, Felled by horsemen at the battle of Jontun Gate.”

I have never heard of this prince nor Jontun Gate. The year marker makes the tomb over a hundred years old. How did this tomb get here? Am I in some crypt beneath a castle? I search the edges of the dark room and spy a narrow staircase leading up. A faint tapping sound emanates from one of the stone tombs. It’s enough to send me running towards the staircase. I hear a grinding sound that I imagine is the stone lid of one of the crypts shifting behind me. I scramble up the stairs.

The staircase emerges from a tumbled ruin of what seems to have been a stone church. Ahead of me is a small graveyard enclosed by tall iron fences overgrown with ivy and snarled with the roots of long forgotten trees. Moonlight shines down on crumbling grave markers. Perhaps two dozen of them, some so time-worn that the names are no longer even visible.

Strangely, there does not seem to be a gate or other obvious way out of the graveyard. The iron fence surrounding it seems to be twice my height and with no obvious way to climb it to get out. Maybe that horrible chest was right. He said I was going the wrong way.

I turn around in the reluctant hope of backtracking down the stairs and through the crypt. The stairwell is gone. There is just a jumble of collapsed masonry and huge stones that seems to be the remains of a small stone temple.

“Where the hells did the stairs go?” I mutter, running my hand over the piled rocks in the hopes of finding some hidden door or mechanism. I trace the intact mortar with my fingers and shift some of the more manageable pieces of stone near where I think I exited.

“Grarrrarrr?” There is a growl behind me.

I turn and my fear becomes panic. Three decayed figures are shambling towards me in worm-eaten clothing. Their faces are gray and slack, their jaws hanging open and their eyes cloudy and seemingly blind. They reach out for me with withered hands. More of them are rising from graves. Every one of them male.

And every one of them with their cocks out. Their cocks are black, glistening, and erect like some tar-covered rats trying to escape from their trousers. They are the undead and they are cursed with hard, throbbing, wet cocks.

“Stay back!” I cry, drawing my sword and brandishing it.

“GRRRRAARR!” They shout as one, closing in around me. Their white eyes, yellow nails, and broken-toothed mouths fill my view as I desperately swing my sword. The blade thumps harmlessly against their deathless bodies, hacking into their desiccated flesh without causing them any harm. Hands close like iron on my blade and wrench it from my grasp.

“No! No! AHHHHHH!” I scream and thrash as they push me against the rubble of the church. Their jagged nails tear into my blouse and rip open my trousers. Their hands are everywhere, fondling and squeezing, their swollen tongues lashing my naked body as their dry mouths suck at my flesh. No matter how hard I fight, I cannot break free.

They drag me down to the ground and one of them falls atop me, pushing my thighs apart and climbing between them. His mouth hangs open in a mindless howl of pleasure as he thrusts his undying black cock into my tight pussy. Tears stream down my face as he begins fucking me. He is not overly rough, but his thrusts do not slow, not even for an instant.

More of the moaning zombies fall upon me, kissing me, sucking my toes, and squeezing and pinching my breasts. One of the undead shamblers kneels beside me and forces his glistening black cock into my mouth. A thick, pungent liquid coats my tongue and nearly causes me to retch. But then my mouth is being fucked by slimy zombie cock and there is no hope of restating it.

The first zombie to climb atop me lets out a gurgling moan and I feel his cock jerking and pumping his horrible spunk into my womb. There is no flash of magical elation, no curse of the dungeon. Instead, I feel a rush of pleasure with a strange, unnerving pang. I realize some of my life force is flowing into the zombie as it fills me with its plentiful spunk. He pulls his cock from my flooded depths, black zombie spunk dripping from my folds. Another zombie is atop me immediately, thrusting deep inside me and churning the foul zombie cum already inside me.

My last hope vanishes as the zombie fucking my mouth gurgles and howls and pumps my throat and belly full of bitter zombie slime. Each spurt into my belly seems to draw out more of my life force. My head lolls back as two more zombies take their turns with me, grabbing and groping, pumping their cocks into my well-used holes. Behind them is a press of more of the undead, growling impatiently and reaching towards me to try to fondle my body.

One after another, I am fondled and fucked by gray-fleshed zombies. Their stink fills my nostrils even as their cum pollutes my body. Each time one orgasms inside me I feel more of my life force slip away, until the world begins to go dark around me.

It’s not death. Not exactly. I’m still aware of who I was and what is happening. But many hours later, I rise to my feet a new woman with a new purpose. My skin is gray, my face sunken and cheeks taut. I have a grave marker here. A little plot to call my own. The lone woman in a graveyard full of men. Every night, we will rise to reenact the night of my creation.

Perhaps someday another woman will come along to join me. Until then, I will be pleasuring zombie cocks in the forgotten graveyard behind the fallen temple.

THE END

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Slap Nellie to clear her mind

There’s no time for kissing and fooling around on the floor in a big puddle of slime. I’m not even certain the mimic is dead. If he can pretend to be a treasure chest, he can pretend to be a corpse.

“Please, Beatrix,” gasps Nellie, pulling at the legs of my trousers. “Fuck me. Fuck meeeeee!”

I slap her hard across her face. Her hand flies to her cheek and she turns away, holding her face in her hand. Her blue eyes fill with tears.

“You hit me,” she whimpers.

“Is your head clear?” I ask.

“It is this slime,” she says, holding up her glistening arms. “It is all over me. It makes me want to… oohhh… mmmmmm…”

She flops back on the ground, pressing a hand between her legs and strumming her pussy. She fucks herself with two fingers as she reaches her other hand up and roughly plays with her glistening breasts. I gather Nellie’s clothes and return to her side. She’s moaning and jerking her hips, fucking herself roughly with her fingers.

“Stop that,” I say and give her a stern look.

“I’m so close,” she whines, her slimy breasts heaving and her hips working as she fucks herself. Her fingers make lewd sounds as they plunge into her pussy.

“Fine,” I say. “But once you cum, you are cleaning off and getting dressed.”

I turn my back on her, listening to her gasping and sliding around on the floor like a greased pig. She calls my name as she cums, the word “Beatrix” echoing from the stone walls as I try not to wonder what she is doing. Her moans grow quiet and then louder again. I turn around and she is on her hands and knees, fucking both her holes with her fingers and staring right at me.

“It’s so goooood!” She cries, her mouth hanging open.

I give her another good smack across the cheek and this time the haze seems to lift from her blue eyes. She pulls her fingers out of her tender holes and looks at me with a flush of shame on her face.

“Sorry,” she murmurs.

“Not your fault,” I say, helping her to her feet. “I can feel that horrible slime on my arms and hands. Every part of me that touched it. Some sort of venom the mimic uses to subdue his victims.”

“I was inside it,” she says, casting a glance at the crumpling chest against the wall.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” I say, helping her put her clothes on. “We’re in this together, Nellie. I won’t leave you to be eaten by a monster.”

“Thanks,” she says. “I owe you my life. Again.”

Once she is fully dressed, I turn my attention to finding a way out. There is a large yawning opening to another room near the mimic. It is filled with blocky stone structures that I realize are tombs.

“I’d rather not go that way,” I say, feeling a dreadful chill in the air and a miasma of decay.

“There,” suggests Nellie, pointing to an arched passage hidden in nearby shadows. She conjures one of her glowing orbs and reveals a tunnel with two very narrow walkways on either side of a wide, shallow canal. The water is dark, but does not smell particularly bad, so at least it isn’t sewage.

“Looks like we’re going to get wet,” I say, wading into the water.

“I am rather dirty,” she chuckles, gasping slightly as we slip thigh-deep into the cold water.

The canal stretches ahead into the darkness, the surface only stirred by the movement of our legs. We have no idea how far it goes or how deep it can get, but we seem to agree that it is preferable to the creepy tombs.

CONTINUE >

Try to talk to the slime

Nellie says these things are somewhat intelligent and it at least attempted to smile at us with a face. It’s acting threatening, but maybe it’s just overly friendly. I would rather try talking to it than fighting it. A glance at my sword and I realize that I’m not even sure the blade would do any damage to a giant wobbling pudding. I sheath my blade and hold my hands up to try to calm the zyggoth.

“Wait, hold it,” I say. “Stop right there and let’s talk about this.”

“What are you doing!?” Nellie cries, cringing behind me.

To my relief, the slime stops advancing. It gathers its pseudopods and draws up its height forming a blunt conical shape. The dark orbs of its sight organs shift and the zyggoth’s crude face reappears.

“Bloooooo?” It burbles curiously.

“Talking to it,” I whisper to Nellie.

I step closer, my hands raised. The slime has a strange smell. Somewhat unpleasant, like decaying vegetables, but there is a sweetness to it as well. The gelatinous flesh of it is filled with tiny bubbles and little trapped objects. Although it stands stationary, its body shifts and extrudes constantly, as if there are hundreds of fidgeting fingers of slime all over its surface. This constant motion is distracting and unwholesome. Which is a fancy way to say it’s disgusting.

“Hello, um, Bloo,” I say, speaking slowly and loudly. “I am Beatrix. This is Nellie. We don’t want to fight. We want to be your friends.”

“Blllllloooo?” The slime burbles.

“Um, yes, so,” I say. “If there is a way you could help us find a way out of here, um, we would be very grateful. We could, um, work something out, if… you were to…”

The slime very slowly raises a tendril of violet slime from its bulk and reaches it towards my face. I flinch away at first, but its movements are so slow and gentle that I allow the slime to reach out and touch my face. It is cool and soft, oozing over me and applying the gentlest pressure against my cheek.

“This is not wise,” whispers Nellie. “You cannot trust this creature.”

“Blooo,” it whimpers softly, lifting another tentacle to gently stroke the front of my blouse.

“You like that, boy?” I ask, watching his slime smear my shirt. “You can… hey… what are you doing?”

My blouse begins to smoke slightly and dissolve beneath the slime’s tentacle. I pull away from its touch, but its too late; the zyggoth has melted a hole straight through my blouse and my right breast is completely exposed.

“Blooooo?” The slime wonders and reaches its tentacles towards me again.

“No, you have acid or something and you burned a hole in my shirt,” I say, down at the browned edges of the hole. “You keep away from me.”

He continues to reach his tentacles towards me. I push them away with the back of my hand.

“Blooooooo,” burbles the slime. “Bloooooooo.”

He slithers towards us, looming above me. I stand my ground even as Nellie retreats. I gaze up into those strange dark orbs under his gelatinous face and try not to betray any fear. And I have a lot of fear standing in arm’s reach of a pile of horny goo the size of a mountain bear. But maybe it didn’t mean to hurt me? It didn’t burn my skin. It touched my face and didn’t leave a mark.

I take a deep breath and force a smile onto my face. I say, “We can work together to get out of this dungeon.”

“BlooooooooOOOOooo,” answers the slime. Its two tentacles caress my cheeks for a moment and then slide down to my blouse. One tendril slips through the hole in my blouse and gently strokes my pert mound, teasing coolly over my nipple. The other tentacle slides over my blouse. Smoke rises in a thin white wisp and my blouse melts away, peeling back from my left breast and retreating from the tentacle.

“Beatrix, stop this,” hisses Nellie. “Do not let it touch you!”

The tentacles tease my breasts, hefting them and tickling against my nipples.

“You like them?” I ask the slime.

“Bloooooo,” agrees the slime.

“You can touch them,” I say, ignoring Nellie and watching the tentacles slowly wrap around my breasts and gently bind them. The tips of the two tentacles press against my nipples and open like tiny mouths. Those tiny slimy mouths engulf the sensitive pebbles of my nipples and begin to suck.

“OOooohhhhhhh,” I moan, feeling a gentle tug on my clit with each suck on my nipples.

“Bllllloooooo,” burbles the slime happily. More tentacle slip inside my trousers and begin to melt them from my long legs. The cool slime climbs up to my waist, dissolves my panties, and slides tantalizingly over the hot furrow of my pussy. I knew it might want something from me. What is the danger in letting it have a bit of fun? It’s not like a slime is going to get me pregnant.

“Go on,” I gasp, pressing my fingertips against the body of the slime. “Fuck me, big boy.”

“BllloooooOOOOoo!” He burbles excitedly, his tentacles peeling open my cunt to reveal my inner pink. The tentacles suck gently at my cuntlips as another tentacle emerges from the slime’s body. This one is larger and thicker than the others and presses to the hot entrance of my pussy.

“Beatrix, no,” cries Nellie. “No, you shouldn’t be… mmmmm…. MMMMM!”

I glance over my shoulder and see the slime has caught her in several more of its tentacles. It squeezes her huge tits and sucks at her fat nipples. It plugs her mouth with a fat tentacles and pushes more into her pussy and ass. She jiggles and shakes almost like she is made of slime herself.

“Maybe this is going too far,” I say. “We should slow… oooooOOOOOOHH!”

Whatever objections I might have had to the way the zyggoth was fondling me is forgotten as it plunges it slimy tentacle into my aching pussy. Once that slippery tip is inside me, the slime flows into my pussy like water, filling me to my womb and seeping into every fold of my inner walls. It pulls back, emptying until only a bit remains at the cusp of my pussy, before thrusting in again.

“Oohhhhh! Oh, gods, that’s good!” I jerk my hips, encouraging the slime to fuck me more and faster. It slurps in and out of my clutching cunt, each squeeze of my inner muscles reshaping its gooey mass. Another slimy tentacle pushes into the crack of my ass and floods into my tender asshole. The cool slime pours into my bowls, working in and out of my ass just as vigorously as the tentacle in my pussy.

“MMMMMMMM!” Nellie cries beside me, her breasts heaving and being sucked by slimy tentacles, her plump ass spread by a slimy cock. She moans around the tentacle fucking her throat and dripping slime onto her body. Her clothes have been completely melted away except for her boots.

The tentacle inside me is moving faster and faster, rubbing me just right, the slime somehow sticking to and sucking on my clit. The one in my ass is so deep and feels so wonderful. IC an’t hold back. I wail with pleasure, jerking my hips as the slime lifts me up off the ground, plundering my pussy and ass and holding me above his gelatinous body.

In the throes of my orgasm, I can feel a strange warmth building in my pussy and ass. The tentacles thrusting into my holes seem to be growing more solid. Suddenly, the slime burbles loudly and I feel the hot gush of liquid into the depths of my bowels and against the fertile entrance of my womb. In an instant, the diabolical curse of the dungeon takes hold.

I know it at once: the slime has mated with me. It feels so good it propels my body to even more intense spasms of ecstasy. I jerk, wail, and cry out, “Oh, Bloo, I love you! Breed me! Fill me with your slime babies!”

“Yes! Fill me as well!” Nellie cries beside me, lifted into the air by tendrils of slime. “My elf womb is for making more slimes!”

The slime burbles merrily and squirts his hot cum into our hungry holes again and again. It overflows from my pussy and drips from my ass in a frothy lavender slop. I don’t care. I am in love. I have realized my purpose in life: to be a breeding whore for a slime!

And I’ve never been happier!

CONTINUE >

The slime’s beloved bride

The slime’s dark lair echoes with the sound of my moaning. I am on my hands and knees, my cheek pressed to the cool stone as I lift my hips high. Slime cocks plunge deep into my slippery asshole and fill my clutching cunt. My beloved Bloo burbles happily above me as he plunders my tight pucker and pumps my pussy. Two of his tentacles reach beneath me to engulf my thickened nipples and slurp lewdly at my milk-heavy tits. My milk gushes and swirls into the translucent violet goo, dissipating in creamy clouds as he nurses greedily from my tits.

“Ohhhh, you’re such a hungry boy,” I cry, thrusting back against his slimy cock tentacles.

“Bllloooooo,” he agrees, sucking harder and fucking me more urgently. Even when he is fucking me with great enthusiasm, there is no danger or pain. His liquid body is only pressure inside me, filling me with that cool, exquisite force and rippling inside me with his excitement. It drives me wild and before long I am cumming for him, my inner walls squeezing against his flowing slime.

I howl with ecstasy, “Yes! Fuck me! Breed my pussy with your slime cum! Fill me with more of your slime babies!”

There have been so very man slime babies. Every day he fucks me full of his wonderful cum and every night, my belly slightly swollen, I give birth to four or five cooing slime babies. Sometimes, I hold them to my breasts, nursing them and helping them grow with my milk. Sometimes, Bloo takes them from me and lowers them out of the hatch, freeing them immediately to go and make their lives. I know they will be alright, but I prefer to get to know them first.

All the pregnancy has kept my milk flowing heavily. Bloo like to drink and drink, slurping at my nipples and slowly growing larger thanks to my plentiful cream.

In the throes of my latest orgasm, I feel my slime lover’s cocks growing larger, warmer, and more solid.

“Ooooh, yes, that’s right, my love,” I croon. “Cum for me! Fill me with your cum! Yessssss! I can feel it welling up inside me! Cum! CUMMMMMM!”

I wail in ecstasy as my beloved slimy lover erupts into my pussy and my ass with massive, hot gushes of his cum. I feel the tingling in my womb as his seed instantly takes hold. I feel that renewed burst of happiness as once again my tender cunt is claimed by the amorous slime. My pussy clamps down tightly around his spurting cock and my ass milks spurt after spurt of his hot, heavy cum.

“You’ve become such a whore,” says a familiar male voice. “I am so very happy to see that this slime decided to mate with you instead of eating you.”

Zimon steps out of the darkness, a faint shimmering glow shielding his body from any danger from my lover. Bloo’s cocks slip from my freshly-fucked hole and I feel the warm cream pouring from my pussy and ass and splashing onto the floor between my knees. I lift my sweat-soaked face to smile weakly at Zimon.

“Yes, I love him so much,” I gasp. “He fucks me… oooooohhh…”

I lose my train of thought as Bloo’s sucking tentacle pop free of my breasts. Red rings of suction surround my areolas. My thick nipples are raw, red, and dripping with my milk.

“Yes, well, congratulations on being a mother,” says Zimon. “Your presence here explains why this level of my dungeon is completely overrun with slimes. I had to move the werewolf and the mimic out to keep them from being gobbled up by all the slimes.”

“So many?” I laugh, my face deeply flushed.

“Too many,” says Zimon. “I think it is time you and all of your misbegotten spawn find a new home.”

“Bbllllllooooo?” The slime burbles, wrapping me up in tentacles and pulling my protectively against his bulk.

“Yes, you as well,” says Zimon. “You have served your purpose. I will keep the largest of your children to restock my dungeon. A few of the smaller ones as pets, perhaps. Slimes are quite useful in the laboratory if they can be trained. But the rest of you will have to go.”

“W-where will you send us?” I ask, squirming my hips to encourage Bloo to resume fucking me. A moment later, I feel a slimy cock pushing at the entrance to my pussy. I moan as it slides easily into my cum-drenched depths.

“I have prepared a new lair for you in the Stonetill Swamp. It’s not far from here and there is a lovely system of caves, warm, wet air, and lots of little beasties for hungry slimes to eat.”

“It sounds, ooohhh, wonderful,” I gasp, gyrating my hips and fucking back against Bloo’s flowing cock. “We can have as many babies as we want?”

“You will be far enough from any settlement that it will be many years before anyone notices the swamp is full of slimes,” says Zimon. “If some unfortunate traveler happens upon you, well, they’ll just be another tasty morsel for your children and your mate.”

“Ohhhhh,” I gasp, fucking back more vigorously against Bloo’s cock. My raunchy, cum-stuffed pussy slurps and slides against his slimy tentacle of love. I buck with sudden pleasure, my milky tits flicking droplets in Zimon’s direction. They sizzle as they splash against his protective barrier. “Yes! It sounds like heaven!”

“Wonderful!” Zimon laughs, clapping his hands together. “I am so glad to see the two of you happy. Farewell, Beatrix. Oh…” Zimon leans close to my face as Bloo continues to plunder my pussy. He lowers his voice to a whisper and says, “I should probably warn you that slimes are very unsentimental. You should hope there is plentiful food for him in the swamp. If he becomes too hungry he will have no qualms about eating his mate.”

“W-what?” I gasp.

“Farewell!” Zimon laughs and disappears in a flash of light.

The feeling of alarm fades as the pleasure returns. An orgasm ripples through me. Bloo’s cock plunges through the thick, frothing spunk filling my pussy. I laugh at the thought of ending up as dinner for the slime. For some reason, the idea doesn’t bother me.

So long as my mate is happy.

THE END

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The ancient canal

The glowing orb skims above the water’s surface, lighting an arched tunnel constructed of glistening brickwork stones and reflecting from the canal that nearly fills its width. The water is such a dark shade of green that it gives up no secrets about what might lurk beneath the surface. And the water is cold. Wading through the water isn’t exactly making me feel relaxed.

Nellie slows and doubles over, her breasts almost hanging in the water. I walk over to her and rub her back through her robe.

“What is it?” I ask, brush a lock of damp hair from her face.

“That mimic,” she says. “It…it got inside me. He was making me feel so good and I never wanted to leave. A part of me…still wants to go back.”

“But you did leave, Nellie, and you can’t go back,” I reply, urging her to stand up straight. I lift her chin with my fingers and her blue eyes quiver with emotion.

“I am never making it out of this dungeon,” she whispers. “One way or another, this place will beat me. I am not strong like you, Beatrix.”

I squeeze her shoulders and tell her the truth, “You’re the strong one, Nellie. Your light shows the way in every sense. And I know I wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”

She hugs me tightly, squeezing her soft breasts against me and burying her face against my shoulder. I rub her back and tell her, “We’ll get out of here together, Nellie. Always together. But we need to keep moving.”

“I know,” she says, wiping her tears with her fingers. “Do you think you could lead the way for a bit?”

“Of course,” I say, giving her another reassuring squeeze. “You just follow my lead.”

I forge ahead through the dark water of the canal with the globe floating ahead of me. Nellie falls a few steps behind, her gaze searching the shadows and her head jerking towards every skittering lizard and clattering pebble. It seems like we have walked for hours. My legs are numb in the cold water and my movements seem sluggish. A rush of water echoes faintly in the distant tunnel ahead.

“Beatrix,” whispers Nellie, pressing against my back. “Beatrix, there is something in the water with us.”

“What?” I stop and look behind us, but I see no sign of anything moving even after our wakes die away. “Are you sure?”

“I am certain,” says Nellie and she shifts the glowing orb behind us. For a moment, I see a fleeting darkness beneath the water’s surface. It is like a shadow melting away in the sunlight. I cannot discern the shape, but it seems larger than us.

“I see it,” I whisper. I take Nellie’s hand. “We need to keep moving.”

We begin to splash through the water. Even with my numb legs, I begin to run, pulling Nellie along behind me. The globe is ahead of us again, but when I glance behind us I can see that formless shadow still pursuing us through the canal. One moment it seems to be a huge fish, the next a crocolid, and then its shape spreads like an ink stain and becomes meaningless again. No part of it ever breaches the surface of the canal.

The roar of rushing water comes to fill the canal tunnel. Something slimy brushes my leg and I cry out, running headlong towards that echoing roar. The darkness is spreading in the water behind us, tendrils of black reaching out under the water, brushing our legs and curling around our ankles.

“Faster!” I cry.

“Beatrix!” Nellie screams in terror.

I glimpse churning white water and then the floor is falling away under our feet and we are being sucked down, falling, separating, plunging into deep, dark water. The light of the globe guides me back to the surface, gasping for air. It hangs in the air where we fell from the canal into some deep basin of water, its light illuminating a large echoing chamber with a domed ceiling. I manage to swim onto a tile shore and in the shadows I can see more of those damned columns we have been seeing everywhere in this level. Like the signature mark of the artist that created this terrible place.

“Nellie!” I shout, my voice echoing in the huge chamber. “Nellie, where are you!?”

I see her faintly under the water, arms struggling weakly and bubbles issuing from her mouth as she twists and turns in the current of the falling water. Beyond her, in the chop of the waterfall, I see that same dark shape that pursued us reaching out towards Nellie.

I dive into the lagoon without hesitation, swimming to her even as the darkness spreads around her. I grab her under her arms. Her robe is torn open and her breasts are heaving free. She is drowning. I kick out at the darkness and manage to pull her to the surface. She isn’t breathing until I pull her to the shore and thump her on the back. Water gurgles out of her lungs and she wakes, sputtering and gasping, turning over onto her hands and choking out more water.

She barely has time to recover before the darkness finally emerges from the water. Translucent violet stalks rise from beneath the surface near the tiled shore and dark organs like unblinking eyes take shape atop them. It stares at us and shapeless creepers of violet flesh reach towards us. It heaves itself onto the shore like a giant amoeba, extending its body in a pseudopod and gathering its mass behind it.

“A zyggoth,” coughs Nellie, backing away from it. “They can… can paralyze and devour. And some of them are even…”

“Blllloooooo?” The cooing voice comes from the slime. A bear-sized mass has gathered on the shore and strange organs can be seen swirling within its translucent body. The stalks retract into this body and shift to form a sort of crude face. “Blooooo?” It burbles softly and reaches out its tentacles towards us.

“Sentient,” says Nellie. “They’re intelligent.”

“This thing has a brain?” I stare in a mixture of disgust and amazement.

“No, not really, but they are created magically, so they have a simple spirit inhabiting their bodies.” She wipes water from her face and tries to pull up her torn bodice. “Sometimes they try to communicate.”

The slime slides a little closer to us and extrudes an appendage like a tentacle. With a soft slurp of shifting goo, it forms the tip of this tentacle into a crude version of a penis. It then waves this back and forth in our direction.

“I think it’s trying to communicate,” I chuckle. “I think he’s asking us to have fun.”

“Blooooooo!” The slime burbles insistently and begins to extend its pseudopodia towards us, shifting its gooey body in our direction.

“I am not sure it is asking,” says Nellie, scooting backwards on the tiles.

I feel for my sword and I am relieved to find it still secured to my hip. I draw it from its sheath, though I am not certain how much good it will do against the zyggoth’s formless body.

“Aiiiiieee!” Nellie squeals as a tendril of slime reaches her toes. She kicks away, scooting back farther. More of the tendrils are spreading out towards us as the slime heaves its gelatinous body fully out of the water.

What should I do?

Guard against the slime

Use a Finesse Attack

Use a Power Attack

Try to talk to the slime

Tell Nellie to use her magic

Flee from the slime

Surrender meekly to the slime

Surrender eagerly to the slime

Use a Finesse Attack against the mimic

The mimic is gruff and arrogant and he has my friend, but he doesn’t realize that he has showed his hand to me. Or tentacle, I guess. A lot of tentacles. I need to get close enough to deliver a killing blow and save Nellie while slicing my way through these tentacles. Leave nothing to chance. I need to disarm him.

“I like it when you smile like that, sweetheart,” chuckles the mimic. “You know I’m gonna enjoy slurping you up and digesting you and your pretty friend together.”

I ignore his foul remarks, weaving and dancing closer to him as his tentacles try to match my movements. I feint, as if I intend to approach him from the side, and I attack him from the front. My blade flashes with quick, precise swings and I sever three pink and one purple tentacles.

“Ahhhhhhh!” The mimic roars with fury. “You bitch! That hurts! I’ll pull you apart before I melt you down inside me!”

Tentacles shoot at me from every direction, driving straight like spears with the force of the mimic’s fury. I duck and dance, slicing through one tentacle after another, ducking to avoid one and turning to slice it off as it flies over my head. My blade flashes again and again until the mimic is reduced to howling and flailing with severed tentacles gushing purple ichor. I drive my sword into his evil eyes, prying out a pair of hand-sized rubies that clatter on the floor.

“I can’t see anything!” The mimic roars and I see a nodule on the inside of his lid about the size of two fists held together. It must be some critical part of his anatomy. He continues to rage at me, “Get away! Stay back! I’ll give you your friend back!”

“It’s too late for that,” I say, waiting for his lid to open again. “I’m going to set her free.”

“No! I’ll crush her inside me! I’ll—”

I spot the nodule again as his lid flaps open. I’m ready. I drive the tip of my sword into his huge lid and pierce the nodule. It bursts like a sheep’s bladder full of wine, spraying thick, foul-smelling liquid in every direction. The flailing tentacles go limp. The mimic groans and his lid slams shut.

“MMmmmhmmmhmmm!” Nellie’s cries from inside the chest are muffled.

I try to lift the lid, but it is much heavier than it seemed. I manage to work my sword between the lid and the rest of the mimic and lever the lid open. With a push it swings all the way open, revealing the treasure – which is already decaying into golden sludge - and the pink membrane of the mimic’s digestive chamber. Nellie is inside, still writhing against the limp tentacles. I thought she was calling for help, but she’s complaining that the mimic has stopped fondling her.

“Please, fuck me,” she moans. “God, I need it. Why did it stop? Put them back inside me?”

I cut through the membrane and haul Nellie out of the insides of the monster. This vile chamber smells strangely good, like a freshly fucked cunt perfumed with rosewater. Nellie’s voluptuous body seems unharmed, but it is covered in slippery slime. She slides out of my grasp as I pull her out of the mimic and she lands on the stone floor with a wet slap.

Nellie kicks her legs and runs her hands over her soft breasts as she flops onto her back. Her face is deeply flushed, her blue eyes seemingly out of focus. She reaches up for me, mewling with need.

“Fuck me, please,” she gasps, grabbing at my legs and trying to pull me down with her. “Beatrix. I am burning up. I need to be fucked.”

What should I do?

Embrace Nellie and kiss her

Slap Nellie to clear her mind

Pleasure her round rump with my tongue

I will confess I am haunted by the loveliness of Nellie’s plump rear. Each time I walk behind her swaying hips or climb a ladder or staircase behind her, I am mesmerized by the creamy roundness of it swallowing up the back of her unusual green costume. I can think of nothing more appealing than to bury my face in it and tongue the depths of her crack. It is raunchy and wrong and makes my insides quiver with need. I must do it!

“Nellie,” I whisper against her lips. “I must pleasure you. I would like – but it is difficult to admit – I would like to do something for you.”

“What is it?” She asks, her lips curling into a smile and her blue eyes twinkling with interest. “Do not be shy, Beatrix, we have been through so much together. What is your desire?”

“I want to pleasure your bottom,” I whisper, my face hot with embarrassment. “With my tongue.”

“You wish to lick my ass?” Her eyebrows lift in surprise. “This is naughty indeed! You wish to place your tongue in such a place? Are you certain?”

“Completely,” I say, meeting her gaze.

“Then I want nothing more than for you to taste my ass,” she laughs, turning excitedly onto her knees. She looks back at me over her shoulder, reaching back with one hand as she presents her plump, creamy rear to me. Her fingers practically sink into the soft flesh of her ample bottom. She spreads her cheek to the side, baring the blushing pink knot of her anus set deep in her crack. It clenches as if bashful and I am drawn closer. “Go on. Lick it.”

I stare at that pink star, leaning closer and closer until I can feel the warmth rising from her crack. I breathe in the scent of her arousal and the faint, earthy aroma of her ass. It is not unpleasant or unclean. In fact, it is exciting and naughty. I caress her ass and she leaves it to me to keep her rump spread wide. She braces both hands on the floor, lowering her head and lifting her hips so that her plush ass is presented to me like a feast.

I intend to devour it!

I nuzzle my face between Nellie’s warm cheeks and she lets out a cry of delight as I plant my lips on her dainty pucker. She tenses and I run my tongue over her bitter rim. It is as soft as velvet and flexes lightly beneath my tongue.

“Ooooohh, yes,” moans Nellie. “You are not shy, are you?”

“Mmmnnnnnhhnn,” I reply, smothered in her ass, my tongue circling that hot, tense drum of her asshole. It feels so deliciously dirty. I lick it again and again, savoring the way it squirms and tightens beneath each lick. I slide my hand between her thick thighs and run my fingers along the hot crease of her cunt. She pushes back against my face and hand, her cunt swallowing up two fingers easily as I begin to press harder on her asshole with my tongue.

I want my tongue inside her. I want to taste that secret lair. To fuck it with my tongue and plunge into her naughty passage.

“Yessss,” gasps Nellie, reaching a hand to the back of my head and pulling my face deeper still into the valley of her plump ass. She rolls her hips, making it difficult to drill my tongue into her ass, but smearing her crack with my saliva from my eager tongue. Her cunt trembles around my thrusting fingers. I push her face down onto the bedroll, spreading her ass, my tongue out and drilling against her clenched pucker. She is at my mercy. Tensing, her ass fighting against my tongue, a whine passing her lips as I force my tongue past that delicate hole and into the hot sheath of her ass.

“AAaaooooooohhhh!” She cries, her face pressed against the bedroll, her ass clenching around my tongue and her cunt gripping my fingers in tight rhythmic contractions. She is cumming. She does not have to say it, I can feel it in the spasms of pleasure that grip my fingers and tongue. I thrust deep, tasting her elf asshole, marveling at its delicacy and warmth as I wriggle my tongue inside Nellie and fuck my fingers into her pussy.

One orgasm is not enough. She is still panting and shuddering with pleasure as I slip my tongue from her ass and growl at her to, “Turn over.”

She rolls onto her back, huge breasts shifting, her head lifting up with a dazed, flushed expression. “What are you…? Ohhhhh!”

She gets her answer as I spread her meaty thighs wide and resume licking her spit-slick asshole. It is slightly gaping from my tongue and I savor rolling slow licks along the rim and down into that delicate inner pink. I rub my thumb furiously at her clit as I look up at her, licking, kissing, and even gently sucking at her asshole. I have never imagined such things, but they come naturally to me. Pleasuring this naughtiest place, savoring it and enjoying it even as I drive more pleasure into her core.

“Beatrix,” she hisses, reaching an arm between her soft breasts to cradle my head once more with her hand. “Do you really love my ass so much?”

“Mmmmhhmmmm,” I reply, tonguing the rim of her asshole and slipping my tongue past it. “I want you to cum for me again.”

“Yessss,” she agrees. “Yes, oh, Beatrix, I am close.”

Licking her there is so exciting that I cannot keep my hand from between my own legs. I stroke my clit as I lick her delicious asshole. I fuck her ass with my tongue, rubbing her clit with the thumb of one hand as I plunge the fingers of my other hand into my clutching cunt. I jerk my hips, fucking against my fingers, riding them as Nellie shakes and whimpers with her building orgasm.

“Ohhhhh! Oh, Beatrix!” She cries. “Ohhhhh gods, your tongue is so deep inside me! I am cumming!”

“Nnnnnnn!” I whine in sympathy, tongue-fucking her ass and rubbing her clit as I thrust against my fingers. My pleasure bursts in perfect synchronicity with Nellie’s. Our bodies exploding together, joined at my tongue buried in her squeezing asshole. I can only imagine the sins I am committing as I cum with Nellie, fucking my fingers, tongue deep in her hole. The clerics would curse me to an eternity of suffering, but truly this is the release from my imprisonment. For several raunchy seconds I completely forget where I am and lose myself in the warm, sweet flesh of the elf. In the hot peals of pleasure that ring against my core.

We cum together and we slump together, gasping and laughing softly. I climb into Nellie’s arms and she kisses me without any hesitation. Her tongue meets mine in a languid, breathless dance.

“So good,” I whisper.

“Mmmmmmnnnhhmm,” she agrees, tongue dancing against mine.

She holds me against her and we pull a flimsy blanket over us both. I kiss her a few more times before I nuzzle against her huge breasts, my face lost in that perfumed softness. She strokes my head and seemingly in moments I am drawn into the warm comfort of sleep.

I awake to the cold and the dark. The fire has gone out and Nellie has rolled off the bedroll, taking the blanket with her. I sit up, suddenly feeling watched, and pull my knees against my chest. I search the darkness. The faintest glow of the embers in the fire illuminate something glittering in the dark near one of the columns against the wall of the cave.

It moves.

I jerk back and shake, gasping. I scramble over to Nellie until she is awake.

“Something was here,” I explain.

“What was it?” She asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“I don’t know,” I say, squinting at the darkness. “It might be gone now.”

She conjures a glowing orb and we watch together as it floats over to the column. It illuminates a patch of stones that are wet and glistening. Was that it? Just liquid? But why is it wet there?

“Maybe I imagined it,” I say. “But we need to get dressed. We need to keep going.”

“Yes,” agrees Nellie. “We must leave this place. Together.”

“Together,” I agree, exchanging a meaningful look with the beautiful elf. A smile flickers on her face. A rasping sound from somewhere in the darkness wipes it away. We gather our things, such as they are, and search the darkness around us.

“There,” I say. “A door. That must be the way out.”

The light drifts ahead and reveals a simple wooden door with rusty hinges. It stands slightly open.

I take the lead as we set off through this mysterious door.

CONTINUE >

Stand on the plate and hold the gate open

I stare down the hallway at the slime sliding towards us like a violet-tinted wave. I step onto the plate and the gate begins to rattle upwards. I’m not leaving Nellie behind. Better for me to make the sacrifice than her.

“Go,” I say firmly and give her a shove. She tries to step back onto the plate. I keep my weight firmly on the pressure plate and I shove her again, nearly knocking her over. “Go, dammit, or we’re both doomed!”

“Beatrix, please,” she cries, tears welling in her eyes.

“No more time! GO!” I shout at her, the slurping and slithering sounds so close that it feels like the slime is nearly upon me.

Nellie backs away, looking past me at the approaching slime with her wide blue eyes and then meeting my gaze one last time. I see the flicker of understanding. The realization that she knows I would rather give myself up to this gelatinous villain than see her dragged into its clutches.

“Farewell, Beatrix,” she murmurs and turns to run.

“Blooooo,” burbles the zyggoth, right behind me now. Nellie ducks under the raised gate and glances back just as the slime’s first pseudopod’s wash over my feet like a gooey tide. Powerful tentacles slide around my body, wrap around my arms, and draw me off the pressure plate. The gate slams down and I glimpse Nellie for one last moment, opening the door and slipping through it to the next floor.

“Goodbye, Nellie,” I whisper.

The slime unceremoniously drags me into its gelatinous bulk. I fill a tingle and bubbles burst around me as my clothing dissolves in seconds. A few metal buttons and buckles, as well as my sword, drift away from my body. My flesh is unharmed by this process, but I don’t doubt the slime could melt me down to nothing in just as quickly as it disintegrated my belt and trousers. The slime pulls me back down the hall suspended inside it like a sliced strawberry within a sweet aspic dessert. It emerges into the chamber with the lagoon, adheres to the wall, slides up to the ceiling, and drags me into tunnel in the ceiling. It finally drags me into a small, dark chamber and expels me from its gelatinous body and onto my hands and knees on cold, wet stones.

“To hell with you,” I gasp, turning over onto my back. “Go ahead and eat me! If that’s what you’re going to do!”

“Bllllllooooooo,” the slime croons at me. I kick at its tentacles as they slither towards me across the floor. Of course that only encourages more and more of its gooey tentacles to reach out to me, until it finally wraps up my arms. It pries apart my legs and launches an all-out assault on my cunt, pouring its liquid essence into the hot folds of my cunt. I wail in dismay as another tendril slithers past the clench of my ass and spurts its cool gelatin into my bowels.

“You bastard!” I cry, thrashing and arching against the tentacles binding my legs, curling around my arms, and squeezing my breasts. Worse than the humiliating of being fucked full of slime is the realization that it feels incredible. My pleasure builds with each gooey wave that pours into my pussy and ass, filling me, but never causing me pain. I throw back my head in despair and moan, “Ohhhhhh! Gods damn you!”

“BlllllooooOOoooo!” The slime burbles excitedly, shifting its bulk atop me and pinning my lower body under that gooey weight. Slime cocks plunder my tender holes, driving my closer and closer to the edge. Finally, I can no longer stand it. I wail with ecstasy, my legs shoved wide by the huge slime atop me and my pussy and ass trembling around the slime cocks plunging like serpents into my holes.

“YESSSSSS!” I cry, bucking my hips and fucking back against the wobbling mound of slime.

“BLLLLOOOOO!” It cries in reply and I feel a sudden building warmth during my orgasm. His cocks grow warmer and seemingly more solid. They plunge deep and suddenly gust the slime’s hot seed into my pussy and ass. The magic of the dungeon takes hold the moment that cum floods my womb. My pleasure reaches new heights as I feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and love for this nameless monster.

“Breed me!” I cry, feeling his cocks shuddering inside me and spurting out more and more cum. “Oh, yes, I didn’t imagine it was possible! Breed my pussy with your slime!”

“BlloolOOOOOooooOOOooo!” The slime burbles, obliging me with pump after pump of its spurting cocks. More of them join the first two, spraying my body with warm seed. They are like cannons firing in a salute to the joyful moment.

I don’t know what the future could hold. I can’t even imagine how a slime could have impregnated me. But it doesn’t matter. It is a dream come true.

I have been bred by the slime!

CONTINUE >

Tell Nellie to clean my ass with her tongue!

Nellie is staring at me freshly fucked ass like she is mesmerized by the sight of my spunk spattered cheeks and cum dripping crack. I reach back and spread my ass wider for her, clenching my raw knot and bubbling out a little more of Benjin’s musky spunk. The werewolf growls and Nellie’s big elf eyes widen.

“You know what you need to do,” I purr. “Get over her and clean my ass with your tongue, Nellie. Licking me clean is the least you can do since I took the brunt of that massive cock.”

“Ohhhh, yessss,” she hisses, seeming to glide towards me as she unties her bodice. “Your bottom is dripping with cream. I will lick it all up for you.”

Her bodice slides down and her heavy breasts fall free. She cradles them in her hands, shaping them and playing with her fat nipples as she sinks down to her knees behind me. I wonder why she is taking off the rest of her robe for a moment and then I forget pretty much everything as she begins lapping up the cum dripping down my thighs. My pussy trembles at the warm caress of her tongue. She licks her way up to the firm peach of my ass, clearing the slimy werewolf spunk with long, slow licks that drag ever closer to my crack.

“Do you like the taste of werewolf cum?” I ask as she runs her tongue up my left buttock.

“It is so yummy,” giggles Nellie, looking me in the eyes as she licks up another dollop. “Did it feel good when he spilling his seed in your bottom?”

“So good,” I moan, spreading my cheeks wider. “Go ahead, Nellie, taste my hole.”

“I cannot wait!” She cries with delight and buries her hot tongue in the crack of my ass. She licks at the aching rim of my raw pucker, lewdly slurping up werewolf spunk as she cleans the valley between my cheeks. My head falls back in a deep moan as the naughty elf tongues my ass, easily pushing into the well-used ring of my asshole. I can feel her tongue squirming inside me, eating the cum from my hole as she buries her face against the firm peach of my rear. Her moans vibrate into my ass and through my cunt. “MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmhhmmm!”

“Oh, gods, so good,” I gasp, reaching back to hold her ass with one hand as I furiously rub my clit with the other. Pleasure throbs into my core, stoked by the tongue squirming in my spunk-lubed ass. It’s all so naughty and nasty and wonderful. Nellie is insatiable. She licks, sucks, and moans as she eats my ass.

Suddenly, I hear a sharp snarl of lust from behind me. I look back just in time to see Benjin climbing atop Nellie’s plush rear. His red cock disappears behind those creamy cheeks and Nellie howls against my ass. Before either of us can protest, she is being mounted by the werewolf. He holds her shapely hips and thrusts into her with bestial abandon. Judging by the sounds of pleasure she is making against my ass, he must be fucking her cunt rather than impaling her ass.

“NNNnNNNn ooohhh yes, fuck me,” she cries, sparing a moment from licking my asshole. “Breed my pussy, Benjin. It is so wet for your cock!”

Hearing her abject surrender as she the dark-furred werewolf thrusts into her from behind sends a strange pang of pleasure deep into my body. She has given up to him. Given in to her lust. Why should I resist?

I focus most of my attention on the pleasure throbbing in my clit as I begin urgently rubbing and fingering my soaking slit. Nellie buries her tongue in my ass again, her body jerking forward with each furious thrust from the werewolf. She begins moaning into my clutching hole. She’s stoking my pleasure to the absolute brink and knowing she is getting pounded by the werewolf is going to be what drives me over the edge.

“Fuck her,” I moan. “Ohhhh, Benjin, give her that big werewolf knot.”

“Yes! I will fill her elf belly with my pups!” He snarls. “Then it will be your turn!”

“What?” I gasp as Nellie’s tongue curls and twists deep in my ass. I howl with pleasure, my orgasm peaking, but my cry of ecstasy is almost immediately overwhelmed by the bestial howl of Benjin.

“AWWWOoooooooo!” The werewolf leans over Nellie’s back and pounds his cock into her pussy with wild abandon. She screams as he fills her with his hot load of potent seed. Her wailing pleasure rises in pitch as the magic of the dungeon takes hold.

“Yes!” She cries, her tits swinging with each thrust and her fast still practically buried in my ass. “Oh! Gods! Thank you, Benjin! Thank you for my showing me the way!”

“My bitch now,” snarls the werewolf, slumping over Nellie’s back, his tongue lolling from his mouth. His eyes focus on me and he adds, “You will be my bitch next.”

Cold fear crawls up my back. Then I see the faraway look of ecstasy on Nellie’s face.

“It is wonderful,” she moans.

I try to escape. Not very well or very hard, but I try to scrawl away and I even manage to get to my feet and take a few steps before Benjin leaps upon my back and drives me down into the grass. My pussy is soaking wet from all of Nellie’s attention. Benjin pins me to the ground and locks his slavering jaws around the back of my neck. His hot breath steams around my face. The threat is clear: one false move and his teeth will pierce my flesh.

“J-just don’t hurt me,” I gasp. “Please.”

He growls against the back of my neck, shifting his furry body atop my back until I feel his hot, slippery cock pressing against my aching cunt. It takes three thrusts before he lines up perfectly on my dewy cunt. He buries his full length inside me in a single stroke. Even after having my ass pounded by the werewolf’s huge cock, I’m not fully prepared to have my pussy equally stuffed.

He pounds my cunt just as furiously as he rutted with Nellie. The busty elf crawls around to my face and begins kissing me on the lips and stroking my shoulders.

“He will take you to heaven,” she gasps between kisses, her tongue swirling against mine.

It takes Benjin ages for him to deliver us to the destination. His cock punishes my pussy, leaving my slick cuntlips almost as stretched and sore as my asshole. It is too much for me. Too much hard werewolf cock. And then he is filling me with hot, overflowing jets of his cum. His knot is tying us together and his cum is pouring into my womb by the magic of the dungeon.

“Yes!” I cry, my eyes going wide. “Yes! I see it now!”

Nellie was right. He is lifting me to the heavens, showing me pleasure like I have never known before and introducing me to my destiny.

“Welcome to the pack,” purrs Nellie, smashing another hot kiss to my lips. In the throes of my ecstasy, all I can do is kiss her in reply.

But I know that I’ve been mated by the werewolf.

CONTINUE >

Nellie should give up her ass to the werewolf

Stealing a glance of Benjin’s massive red cock gives me a thrill to my core. Gods, what it would feel like to have that monster inside me, rutting in my pussy! But I’m no fool. I’m not turning a beast like that loose on my behind. It was Nellie’s idea! She can try it.

“Nellie, if you would like to have a werewolf cock up your bottom, I encourage it,” I say, taking a stepping to the side and gesturing towards Benjin. “I’ll watch over you to make sure he doesn’t try anything. I mean, other than stuff his giant cock up your ass.”

“Mmmmm,” she purses her lips together as if having second thoughts. “It is rather larger. Perhaps, um, well, alright.”

She steps past me, approaching the hulking werewolf. He licks his chops, watching her heaving breasts and her swaying hips.

“Take off your clothes,” growls Benjin.

“Y-yes, right,” says Nellie, trembling slightly in the chill air as she begins undressing. She is too slow and the werewolf snarls and steps forward. I place my hand on my sword, but he is gentle with her, pulling open her robe and freeing her soft breasts. She peels her robe off completely as he fondles her mounds in his big clawed hands. He pinches and pulls on her thick pink nipples and she cries out. He leans his lupine snout closer, their steaming breath mingling as he looms over her.

“I should mate you anyway,” he growls. “I can smell your cunt, slick and eager for my cock.”

“No mating her,” I say. “Right, Nellie?”

“Right,” she says.

“Then turn around,” growls the werewolf. “Down on your knees. Show me your ass.”

She turns slowly, watching over her shoulder as she goes down to her knees and then forward onto her hands. Her huge breasts dangle beneath her, so big and low that her nipples almost touch the grass. Her slender waist flares into her wide ass and a big, plush, creamy ass that seems almost to glow in the moonlight. She arches her back for him, showing him a glimpse of the pink knot of her anus and the glistening folds of her gold-thatched cunt. Judging by that arch, she might be nervous, but she is eager to get her ass pounded by the werewolf.

“Incorrigible slut,” I mutter under my breath.

The werewolf crouches on his haunches, his clawed hands caressing, squeezing, and spreading Nellie’s ass. She whimpers as he leans his snout down and sniffs at her crack. I can see her face go bright red as his steaming breath caresses between her cheeks. His long, flexible lupine tongue slides out and laps at her pink knot.

Nellie moans and the werewolf growls, licking her crack, washing her asshole with his floppy tongue. The snorting and snuffling sounds he is making are bestial and exciting. His cock twitches and I notice a glistening drop of precum ooze out and drip to the ground. Nellie’s moans grow louder. She shudders and her big ass jiggles. I feel a sympathetic pang of lust deep in my cunt.

“Oh, yes,” gasps the elf. “Does it taste good?”

“Yes, mmpphm, yes, delicious,” growls the werewolf. “And I have a big cock for it.”

He rises higher on his haunches, sliding his clawed hands over her ass, following the contours of her hips before encircles her slender waist. He lets the heavy length of his cock thump against her wet crack. He rubs between her cheeks, dragging back and forth over the glistening pink of her delicate anus.

“So big,” moans Nellie. “Will you be gentle with it?”

“I might. Put your head down to the ground,” he growls. “And prepare yourself to be mounted.”

“Oooooh,” she croons with an obvious mix of lust and apprehension. She looks at me, her eyes heavy as she lowers her head to the ground and raises her hips even more.

“You can do it,” I mouth to her.

I think she nods in reply, although I can’t be sure, because Benjin presses his cockhead to the wet divot of her anus and rams forward forcefully. Her head jerks up and her eyes go wide. She howls in shock and probably more than a little pain as the werewolf rams the entire length of his huge red cock into her tight asshole. Her breasts swing forward with that first impact and almost slap against a face contorted in shock.

There is a pause between the first stroke and the second, but from that point forth, the werewolf is relentless. He hammers his huge cock into Nellie’s stretched hole. His furry hips spank her plush ass, cushioning the impact, but still hitting hard enough to make her hips jiggle and her tits sway.

“AHOOHHOOOOOOooo!” She cries, completely at his mercy.

“Yes! Yes, take my cock! You are a good elf bitch!” He growls, leaning over, his breath steaming through his snarling jaws. “Good elf bitch loves to be fucked! Say it! Tell me you love to be fucked in your ass, elf!”

“Ahhh! Y-yes!” She cries. “Yes! I love to… oooooOOOOOooooo… love to be fuck in my ass.”

Benjin’s relentless hammering is not the worst of it. Nellie’s wails change tone and rise in pitch and I realize there is a distinct bulging at the base of the werewolf’s cock. He thrusts forward hard, pushing this wide root into her ass and nearly making the poor elf choke on her own tongue. He stops pulling back so far and instead keep the root of his cock locked into her ass while he rocks against the creamy cushions of her rear.

“AWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He howls, throwing back his head.

“Ahhhh! It’s inside me! He’s cumming inside me!” Nellie roars. I can see the root of his cock twitching as he pumps his load into Nellie’s ass. He gushes again and again, leaning over her and resting against her back. He pants like a beast, his tongue lolling, his hands moving to her shoulders.

“Good bitch,” he growls. “Do you like cum in your ass?”

“Yes,” she moans with shame.

He catches his breath and then pulls back, his knot popping free of her creamed asshole and his long cock sliding out. Her bowels release a gush of cum after his cock is out. Another squirt pours down over her pussy as her ass clenches shut.

“You have made a mess of me,” she cries, lifting her head up and looking back as if she might get a better view of her own asshole. She might not be able to see the mess the werewolf has made, but you have a clear view. Her crack is awash in werewolf spunk. Filthy cream smears her asshole and her pussy and fouls her cunt hair.

“It is a mess,” growls the werewolf.

“I cannot go anywhere like this,” she says, looking at you hopefully. “Can you clean it up?”

I could tear off a strip of my shirt and wipe her ass clean. That might be the wiser choice given that Benjin’s red cock has barely retreated into his sheath. The alternative – far naughtier and appealing in its own way – would be to clean her with my tongue.

What should I do?

Clean her up with my tongue

Clean her up with a piece of my blouse

Surrender meekly to the werewolf

I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want to have to save Nellie or protect my chastity from horny beasts. At least Benjin is half human. I lower my sword.

“Beatrix, what are you doing?” Nellie whispers.

“Run away, Nellie,” I say. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” She gasps, taking a step back from me.

I toss the sword onto the grass with a thump. I unbuckle my sword belt and let it fall from my hips.

“I can’t do this anymore!” I shout to the werewolf. “I give up!”

“Give up?” He growls, claws akimbo as he paces carefully closer to me.

“No,” mutters Nellie. “No. Beatrix… no!”

She sees I am resigned to my fate. Her big blue eyes fill with emotion. I shake my head and she cries out, wordlessly, and turns to run. Benjin starts after her, but I step into his path, my head down.

“I surrender, Benjin. Isn’t that enough?”

He snarls and slams me to the soft ground with a swipe of his arm. I land badly, the breath knocked out of me as the werewolf stands astride me, his red cock twitching and glistening in the moonlight. He stares down at me with lust-mad eyes, his pink tongue lolling from his beastly jaws.

“You are enough,” he snarls, “for now.”

He seizes hold of my hair and yanks me up into a sitting position. He rakes the claws of his other hand across my blouse, shredding the materials and leaving a few pinpricks on my heaving breasts. He growls at the sight of my pert mounds and yanks the rest of my tattered blouse away. His clawed hand roughly fondles my mounds and pinches my nipples, sending hot spikes of pleasure into my core. I look up at his savage, beastly body and his twitching red cock and I know my fate is sealed.

He stops playing with my breasts to squeeze my cheeks. He forces me to look up into his lupine eyes.

“You are mine now,” he says. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whimper.

“Suck,” he growls, thrusting his cock towards my face.

There was no moment of hesitation, no thought of denying him his desire. I open my mouth and fill it with the beastly head of his cock. I moan around him, sucking, licking, tasting his salty ooze as his hot, twitching cock rides my tongue to the back of my throat. I stifle a gag, slurping and bobbing on his length. His clawed fingers tangle in my hair. He pushes and pulls me, working my mouth on his cock like I am some toy being used for his pleasure.

I try not to think what my father or grandfather would say if they saw me now, with my face pressed into the werewolf’s fur, his huge cock stuffing my throat and bulging my neck. What would they say if they saw they way I licked the precum leaking from the beast’s cock? What would they do if they knew how much I liked to have it warm and pulsing in my throat? I can hardly breathe and when I do inhale it is the musty scent of the werewolf’s cock.

“So good,” growls Benjin, using both hands now and fucking gently into my throat. “Good bitch. Yes. Yes.”

His eyes roll back, he pants, his tongue lolls and I look up at him as he fucks my mouth and throat. Something is swelling against my lips, something bulging and spreading my mouth painfully wide. I gurgle around his cock. Tears spill down my face. He’s no longer thinking about my discomfort; no longer being gentle. I push at his furry body, but he won’t stop. He is thrusting his throbbing knot into my mouth. I feel as if he might dislocate my jaw as my mouth is filled with that obscene bulge and my throat is stuffed with his bestial cock.

The werewolf howls so loudly that the sound seems as oppressive as his cock shoved down my throat.

Bejin’s swollen cock jerks and pulses in my throat. Hot werewolf cum gushes straight down my gullet and into my belly. There is nothing I can do to stop or even resist him as he pumps his massive load down my throat. Not that I want him to stop.

“Grrrrgggrgglll,” I gurgle gratefully around his spurting cock. The warmth and weight of his cum fills my belly. His knot plugs my mouth so that I desperately breathe through my nose to try not to pass out. He seems to linger in this position for an eternity. At last, his claws relax on my head and he slides his cock out of my throat and mouth with a loud slurp. Cum covers my tongue and drips from my chin. My throat is raw, my jaws ache, but there does not seem to be any permanent damage.

“Good bitch,” he says, rubbing his slimy cock on my gasping face.

He rests on his haunches, his knot shrinking and his cock slowly retreating into its furry sheath. He leans lover me, snuffling at my face, and licks my face clean. My tummy rumbles with all of Benjin’s cum.

“I should chase down elf,” he says, stroking me with his claw. “But I must mate first. Your mouth was too good to stop and you made me waste my seed.”

“I’m sorry,” I moan, genuinely feeling sad that I have displeased him.

“Not need sorry,” he says, flopping onto his back. “Make me hard again.”

I am beyond shame as I crawl over his furry body and nuzzle against his furry bollocks. My hand coaxes the tip of his cock out of his sheath and my tongue awakens more of his lust. I rub my face and breasts against his red cock as it slides back out. I moan and suck him more, tongue flicking against his oily slit and tasting the salty residue of his last orgasm. It is not long before I am bobbing my head against him, sucking loudly and wantonly, so lost in the pleasure of serving his bestial cock that he is forced to pull me off his hard length.

“Enough,” he growls. “I will mate you now, Beatrix.”

“Yes,” I whimper, rolling onto my hands and knees and lifting my steamy cunt up for him to see. He growls with amusement. He did not even need to tell me what to do. I assumed the position so submissively.

His cold nose presses at my backside. He nuzzles the crack of my ass and sniffs at my clenching hole. My face reddens in shame. He sniffs my pussy and runs his warm, floppy tongue over my cuntlips and into my crack. If I close my eyes, if I don’t look back at him, the shame becomes even worse. I picture the guard hound we kept in our backyard when I was a girl or the wolves I once saw in the woods when I was riding on the carriage with my father.

He lifts his lupine snout from my rear and grips me with his clawed hands. His growling voice warns me, “Time to be mated. I will fill you with pups.”

“Yes,” I moan, arching my back to offer him everything. To let him have me and breed me.

I stop worrying about the sinfulness of what is happening as he thrusts forward suddenly, mounting me and filling my pussy in a single forceful stroke. I wail as his fat cock stretches me. He grips my hips tightly, his claws digging into my pale flesh as he furiously pounds his cock in and out of my cunt. His only concern is his orgasmic release. It is an animal rutting, being fucked without concern for my own pleasure. But I cum quickly, howling, gripping at the cold earth beneath me, pushing my firm ass back against his furry body.

His cock bulges against my cuntlips as I am cumming, adding a hint of pain to my pleasure, but only heightening that pleasure. His knot pushes inside me, plugging me, and Benjin howls as he begins to fill me with his seed. The first pump of his sperm against my fertile womb is all it takes for the magic to overcome my body. The dungeon’s curse ties me to the werewolf as thoroughly as his knot. I am filled with joy, my orgasm soars to new peaks, and I cry out, “Yes! Oh, my love! Breed me! Fill me with your pups!”

We remain locked together by his huge knot long after his orgasm has filled me and bred me. I whimper beneath him, aftershocks rippling into my core.

“Soon I will hunt down your elf friend,” he growls hotly against my ear. “Soon you will both be mine.”

“Yes, my love,” I moan, another shudder running through my pussy. His knot slides out with a faint slurp and I feel the silky stream of his cum pouring out of my well-fucked pussy.

I look forward to Nellie joining me. For now, all that matters is that I belong to him. I have been mated by the werewolf.

CONTINUE >

Pleasure her plump breasts with my mouth

Nellie’s huge breasts are magnificent. Not even Yolanda O’Hara, the infamously busty wet nurse from Lesser Crudridge, had teats that compared to the size of Nellie’s creamy mounds. Not to mention, Yolanda’s breasts drooped halfway down her belly and leaked through her blouse if she heard a baby crying. Nellie’s breasts are almost as perky as mine, but several times as big. Her pink nipples are thick and so far as I know have never been suckled by any tot.

“You are staring at me, Beatrix,” she murmurs.

I kiss her and run my hand over her soft mounds, my fingers bending her jutting nipples and eliciting a soft gasp against my lips.

“You like them?” She asks.

“I’m jealous,” I admit, running my hand back over her breasts. “So big and soft. I can’t resist them.”

“You do not need to resist them,” she whispers leaning the weight of her breasts against my hands, her lips teasing against mine. “You may enjoy them all you like.”

Her kiss sparks the fire in my core and it begins to blaze with need. I press back against her lips as I cup and fondle her heavy mounds. My thumb rub back and forth against her tender nipples, eliciting more soft gasps against the kiss. Her mouth is so sweet. I break the kiss to nuzzle against her slender neck. She strokes my shoulders.

I’m drawn straight to those lovely mounds. I bury my face in them, marveling at their softness and their warmth. She giggles as I kiss her cleavage and breathe deeply of her elf scent. She is so fresh and clean despite all we have been through together.

“Gods,” I murmur, molding her breasts against my face. I shower her breasts with kisses, pressing my lips to them again and again until I reach her pale pink areolas. I can feel the tiny bumps of them against my lips. I brush my kiss against her right nipple. I look up into those blue eyes as I run my tongue over her thick bud. She moans as my tongue gently bends her nipple. I lick around it and kiss it. I part my lips, still gazing into her eyes as I engulf her nipple and areola in my mouth and suck.

“Ohhhhh, yes,” she moans, cradling the back of my head. “Suck them like a tot. I would feed you my milk, my sweet, if I had any to give.”

“Mmmmmm,” I moan around her, sucking harder. I fondle her left breast as I suck upon her right. I press my free hand between my thighs, fingers tracing the hot seam of my cunt. My clit throbs with need and I begin to stroke it as I lick and suck at Nellie’s plump breast.

“Do not neglect the other,” she moans, urging me with her hand to pop her glistening nipple from my mouth and kiss my way over to the other. I lick it and take it into my mouth just as hungrily. No cream spurts from her nipple, but I suck just as eagerly as if it had, nursing the fat bud of her nipple. Gods, what a bounty she would provide if she ever did give birth.

I feel movement against me. Nellie has also thrust a hand between her legs. Her shapely thighs are parted and I can make out her fingers faintly glistening in the darkness between us as she pumps her digits in and out of her eager cunt. I match her rhythm, suckling even more urgently as I fuck myself with my fingers.

“Yes, oh, yes, my sweet,” she moans, cradling me tightly with her free hand. I whine with pleasure and suck even harder. My lips pop with the slightest break of suction. I batter her fat nipple with my tongue and she throws back her head, pumping her pussy with her slick fingers.

I writhe in her embrace, adding a third finger to the two already stretching my cunt. I pop my lips free of her nipple and kiss her, mashing my breasts against hers as I ride toward my climax. Our tongues swirl together. She moans against me, squeezing me even tighter, jerking her hips and gasping into the shared cove of our kiss.

“Cum with me,” I gasp, the pleasure tightening in my core. “Cum with me, Nellie. Please.”

“Yes,” she gasp. “Oh, my sweet. I am so very close. Suck some more. Suck my… ooooOOH!”

I suckle at her breast again, pulling her nipple into my mouth with rhythmic suction and flicking my tongue against it. The pleasure spikes from my clit into my shuddering depths and I howl with pleasure as I fuck myself on my own fingers. I feel the juice trickling out of my throbbing cunt. I suck harder and Nellie sings with her ecstasy, clinging tight to my body.

“Yes! Ohhhh, Beatrix!” She wails, her head back and her fingers tangled in my hair. She bucks against her thrusting fingers and I buck against mine, joined in the moment, in the sweet, soft flesh of her breast filling my eager mouth. I suck and suck, waves of pleasure washing over me, until Nellie finally cries out, “Ahh! Too hard!”

Laughing, we kiss once more, spent and languid, our hunger melting into the fireside afterglow. We curl together on the bedroll, using the blanket of whatever poor creature inhabited this cave before us. It smells like mildew, but this close to the fire it is still pleasant and warm. With the beautiful elf in my arms, I am almost able to forget where we are and what has happened.

I dream of her. We are together under the sun in a golden field. She takes my hand and we run together without walls to imprison us or gods to judge us.

I awake to the cold and the dark. The fire has gone out and Nellie has rolled off the bedroll, taking the blanket with her. I sit up, suddenly feeling watched, and pull my knees against my chest. I search the darkness. The faintest glow of the embers in the fire illuminate something glittering in the dark near one of the columns against the wall of the cave.

It moves.

I jerk back and shake, gasping. I scramble over to Nellie until she is awake.

“Something was here,” I explain.

“What was it?” She asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“I don’t know,” I say, squinting at the darkness. “It might be gone now.”

She conjures a glowing orb and we watch together as it floats over to the column. It illuminates a patch of stones that are wet and glistening. Was that it? Just liquid? But why is it wet there?

“Maybe I imagined it,” I say. “But we need to get dressed. We need to keep going.”

“Yes,” agrees Nellie. “We must leave this place. Together.”

“Together,” I agree, exchanging a meaningful look with the beautiful elf. A smile flickers on her face. A rasping sound from somewhere in the darkness wipes it away. We gather our things, such as they are, and search the darkness around us.

“There,” I say. “A door. That must be the way out.”

The light drifts ahead and reveals a simple wooden door with rusty hinges. It stands slightly open.

I take the lead as we set off through this mysterious door.

CONTINUE >

Surrender eagerly to the mimic

“I give up,” I say, tossing my sword eagerly aside. A hot thrill rises from my core at the madness of what I am doing, but I cannot deny my urge. I laughs as I tell the leering mimic, “Do whatever you want with me! I am done trying to fight my way through this dungeon!”

“Really? Even with your friend digesting inside me?” The chest sneers. “You know this means I’m gonna eat you too, right, sweetheart?”

“If that’s what you want,” I moan, a tremor of desire quaking in my thighs.

“Heh heh heh, you’re such a dirty girl,” the mimic laughs. “Come closer, sweetheart. We can have some fun before I swallow you up. Before I dissolve you and your friend and turn you into treasure.”

“Ohhh,” I moan, the thought of melting away inside the mimic sending another peal of lust through my body. Am I sick? Am I insane? I don’t care, I just want to give everything to the mimic! I stumble towards him, tearing buttons on my blouse in my haste to take it off. I shed it from my shoulders, my pert breasts thrusting forward.

Two pink tentacles reach from inside the mimic, tickling over my breasts and spreading slime on my skin and my stiff nipples. Warmth seeps into my flesh, stoking the fire in my core and deepening my acceptance of whatever the mimic wants to do with my body. More tentacles slip and slide into the legs of my trousers. They burst the seams and tear away my pants, curl into my panties, and rip them away like damp paper. I gasp as my body is totally exposed to the monster’s leering crimson gaze.

“In all my time luring beauties into my chest, I’ve never met one quite as eager as you.” The chest draws me against his hard body. When the lid opens, warmth and a faintly pleasant smell emerges. His slimy tentacles squeeze and caress my breasts. Two more fondle my ass, spreading my cheeks before releasing them and teasing over my pussy. The mimic chuckles, “I could swallow you up right now. Slurp you in like I did to your friend. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” I cry, quaking in his slimy tentacles. “I want to be with Nellie.”

“She is a sweet one, that elf,” he murmurs, adding more tentacles to squeeze and play with my breasts. “So plentiful. Why, I could almost fill my chest with glittering gold using just her. But two pretty girls are twice as nice.”

“Y-yes,” I whimper as his tentacles begin to push into my sopping cunt and wriggle against my anus. Two of them wrap tightly around the stiff pebbles of my nipples, binding them tightly and tugging on them.

“But you want it too badly, sweetheart,” he laughs, releasing me from his tentacles. “You need to work to get inside me. You understand?”

“Work?” My mind is reeling and my body is overheated and covered in slime from the mimic’s tentacles.

One of the mimic’s purple tentacles rises in front of my face. It is thicker than the pink tentacles and tipped with a fat cock with a frilled cockhead, ribbed shaft, and a base of strange bulging bumps that vibrate intermittently like the rattle of a venomous snake.

“Work,” growls the mimic. “Prove you want in and I’ll let you in. All you have to do—”

I don’t wait for him to tell me what to do. I want it so bad, I grab hold of his cock tentacle and engulf the fat, dripping tip of his cock in my eager mouth. The mimic moans with surprise as I swirl my tongue around his tip, suck hard enough to hollow my cheeks, and work my hands on the slimy shaft. My fingers bump over the ridged rings along his cock shaft and the bump buzz each time I make contact with them. I take him deeper into my mouth, pressing to the back of my throat and tasting the sweet slime oozing from his cockhead. I swallow the slime down and the warmth I feel in my flesh begins to spread inside me.

“Ooohh that’s good, sweetheart,” moans the mimic, two of his tentacles massaging my breasts once more as a third curls around the back of my head and pushes more of his cock into my mouth. He’s not rough, but he urges me to suck him deeper and more vigorously. I bob and slurp on him, standing in front of him and letting him fondle my naked body.

“Mmmmmmm,” I moan around him, stroking the shaft and sliding my lips up and down with greater urgency. The tentacle on my head slides down my back, teasing my crack before arriving at my pussy. He begins stroking and spreading the lips of my cunt. I moan even louder around that cock, sucking it deeper and finally gulping it into my throat.

“That’s the good stuff, baby,” he moans. “Put a foot up here, sweetstuff. Let me have a look at that human pussy.”

I lift a foot unsteadily and rest it on the open rim of his chest. I can see Nellie writhing inside the membrane as I stand with one foot on the chest and the other on the ground. This pose allows one of the mimic’s gleaming red eyes to stare directly between my legs. I feel oddly embarrassed. I’ve surrendered my life to this creature and yet I am humiliated by the lewd way it is staring at my cunt. I try to keep sucking; keep gulping that thick cock into my throat.

“Ohhhhh, that looks good,” laughs the mimic, gazing upon my slick folds. “You need some dick for that little hole, don’t you?”

“MMmmmnnhhhnngggnn,” I answer, my throat squeezing around his cock as I force myself to bob onto his cock. It should be uncomfortable or even choking me, but the slimy cock feels wonderful sliding in and out of my throat.

A second purple tentacle emerges from the depths of the chest. This one seems even thicker and slimier than the one fucking my throat. The head of the cock lines up against the hot seam of my pussy. The tip gently parts my folds, teasing inside me.

“Yes, you’re a needy slut. You want this big cock. You can’t wait to be covered in my slime and dissolving. You nasty human slut! Take it!” The mimic thrusts his cock into my hungry cunt, driving so deep that even the bumps at the base are lodges inside my cunt. I wail with pleasure, cumming in that first stroke, my body seeming to explode with ecstasy so intense my foot nearly slips off the rim of the chest.

“MMMnnnnnn!” I cry around the cock fucking in and out of my throat. The cock in my pussy begins to move, powering through my clenching walls, bumps vibrating and twisting inside my pussy. I rock my hips and ride against the cock, fucking myself, my ass clenching and tentacle-wrapped tits quivering. A second orgasm overlaps the first. It is followed by a third, rippling through me with such intensity that my leg finally gives out.

“Got ya!” The mimic laughs, catching me in a web of his tentacles and holding me upright. “Almost there, sweetie! Gonna fill your holes so good!”

A third cock slides between my cheeks. I’m still shuddering from an orgasm as a slimy cock pushes into my asshole and fills me with hard, vibrating meat. I am completely at the mercy of the mimic. I understand it now. I’m just a toy for his pleasure. A meal for him. Something to be used as a lure for more victims. On my fifth orgasm, his cock explode in perfect unison. They jerk and throb and hot cum pours down my throat, gushes into my ass, and floods my fertile pussy.

There is no pregnancy. No curse to turn me into the mimic’s mate. His cum is just another part of his digestive process and the warm slime begins to seep into my flesh.

I am on my tenth orgasm, trembling, barely conscious, as he finally draws me into the open membrane inside the chest. Nellie moans and embraces me as the tentacles lower me gently into her arms. The tentacles never stop. Even as I kiss and writhe against Nellie, the pink tentacles are fondling me and the purple tentacles are fucking me.

This is my life now, I realize. For as long as it takes to digest me, I will be a toy for pleasure trapped inside the mimic.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Nellie moans between kisses.

“Yes,” I gasp. I agree with her. It is wonderful to be doomed inside the mimic.

CONTINUE >

Transformed by the mimic

It takes days. Nellie and I become a soup of pleasure. At first it seems our bodies are melting together and into the tentacles that incessantly pleasure us. Then we are literally melting together, our shapes softening and joining breast-to-breast and lips-to-lips. The pleasure only grows more intense. It is as if I can feel Nellie’s body through mine.

On the eighth day, I realize I can no longer move. Nellie moans helplessly beside me. I can only stare up at the flexing inside of the mimic. Tentacles prod and shape our bodies, molding our flesh together and creating a new form out of our intertwined bodies. There is a flash of light and I begin to shimmer. I am gold, formed into the shape of a sword. My body and Nellie’s body form the blade, the cross bar, the grip, and the pommel. Our original shapes – of slender human and shapely elf – are represented in the grip of the sword, but we are the entirety of it, united forever in its golden shape.

Days pass. Weeks maybe. I forget myself and my friend. I know she is here, but we cannot speak to each other. Time is a difficult thing when you are an inanimate object.

I hear muffled voices. I strain to make out what is being said. One voice, gruff and overpowering, belongs the mimic that has so intimately shaped us. The other voice is male. Familiar. I can just make out its words.

“…my ex-girlfriends again?” The voice asks.

“Not at all,” growls the mimic. “You don’t throw me nothing down here.”

“I’m afraid I don’t believe you,” the voice says, getting closer. “I think I’m going to have a look.”

“Sure, come see all my treasure,” the mimic replies.

The lid swings open and I feel myself being pushed upward like a surfacing crocolid. The body I share with my friend is atop a pile of coins, gems, wands, bits of armor, and other trinkets. Tentacles writhe around the base of the pile of treasure, hidden from the view of anyone unless they lean directly over the open chest.

“You remember what happens if you try to touch me with those tentacles of yours, right?” The newcomer speaks with a hint of warning in his voice. That voice is so very familiar. Who was I before I was this sword? Did I know this man?

“Yeah, you have magic tricks,” says the mimic. “I won’t touch.”

A man appears above me. I can see him clearly. He is bearded and handsome. His smile fades a little as he gazes down at me and the twinkle in his eyes dims.

“Oh, dear,” he says, reaching down and holding the sword I share with my friend in his hands. “Beatrix? Nellie? I didn’t expect this for the two of you.”

“They were easy to trick,” laughs the mimic.

The man turns us over in his hands, admiring us from every side.

“They are fair likenesses,” says the man as he rubs his thumb over the grip of the sword. “Though I think Beatrix’s ass was a little rounder.”

“I am an artist and I am entitled to interpret my subjects,” says the mimic.

“Very well,” says the man and he lowers us back onto the treasure pile. “I sense some life force lingering in them. Nellie, Beatrix, if you can still hear me: I apologize that you ended up this way. Unfortunately, there is no curing your condition. But I hope you enjoyed your visit in my dungeon.”

He steps back and the lid closes over us. I feel sad to see him go, but I’m not really certain who Beatrix and Nellie are nor why this man was apologizing.

“Don’t worry,” says the mimic. “I’ll take good care of ‘em for you.”

The tentacles caress my golden body in the darkness. I know the mimic will keep me safe. I will be happy here forever.

THE END

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Brides of the slime

Each day, the lair grows smaller as the zyggoth grows larger. My body tangles with Nellie’s upon the slimy floor. We gasp and writhe, our limbs entwined, our mouths formed into wordless moans of pleasure.

My breasts are almost as large as Nellie’s were when we met those months ago. Her mounds seem to have doubled in size. They are engorged and marked with dark veins just beneath her pale skin. Her fat nipples are clutched in the translucent mouths of two tentacles of slime. Our beloved mate drinks greedily, suckling from my breasts as he suckles from Nellie’s. Our milk trickles upwards into the slimy tendrils, fading away into a discoloration of the slime and provide steady nourishment to our beloved mate.

“Ooooooohhh,” I croon as another pang wracks my womb.

With several rapid, pleasurable contractions, I feel the warm gush of the slime leaving my body. I squeeze my inner muscles and push it the rest of the way out of my hot channel. The little slime exits my womb, burbling softly before sliding into the embrace of its father.

My spawn is a slightly darker shade of purple; Nellie’s are peachy pink in color. Our mate lowers the newborn slimes gently through the hatch and lets them slide off into the world to find their way. Sometimes, when our mate is away, I have the pleasure of nursing my little slimes against my breasts. Holding them in my arms, watching them fill with the swirls of my milk and grow so quickly is one of the most wonderful feelings, but I also know that Bloo deserves my cream.

“So good,” moans Nellie, rolling onto her hands and knees as the slimy tendrils slurp the trickling milk from her teats. Her huge breasts shudder and she tilts her hips, another slime plopping out of her slippery pussy.

“Yes,” I gasp, bucking my hips and pushing out another slime. “Yes! It is heaven! Oooooooh!”

I pull myself over to Nellie, laughing madly and embracing her sweaty, slimy body. I kiss her and she kisses me, our moans melding as perfectly as our eager lips and dancing tongues. The birthing of our clutches is soon complete and we are able to focus on one another, sliding our bodies together, feverish in the aftermath of the orgasmic birthing process. Bloo joins us, caressing us and preparing us for the fresh mating that will soon begin. For now, though, he is content to observe and aid us in our pleasures.

Nellie turns onto her back and I stretch out atop her, giving her my cunt to feast on while I run my fingers over the slick folds of her pussy. We have both lost the hair on our cunts, perhaps a side effect of the frequent slime births, but it is quite lovely to run my fingers over that soft, supple flesh and tease out her clit as she moans beneath me. Nellie repays my skilled fingers with her tongue, lapping at my clit and thrusting fingers into the hot depths of my pussy. Bloo enjoys us both, stroking our bodies with tendrils and flicking the tongue-like tip of one at the soft clench of my anus.

With no days or nights and only the faint glow of the chamber beneath us to light the room, time has long lost all meaning. We kiss, caress, lick, and thrust, sliding together and apart like more of Bloo’s slim protrusions. My body aches from the repeated spasms of pleasure.

Suddenly, a bright light bursts into the lair, illuminating our pale bodies in their glistening splendor. Bloo burbles and shifts his slime with agitation, pulling his gooey body away from us and exposing a semicircle of bare stone in the lair. A globe of light hangs in the air, blinding after so much darkness. I shield my eyes with my hand as a figure steps out from behind it. He stands in silhouette, a dark shape backlit by bright light.

“Now, now, don’t stop enjoying yourselves on my account,” says a familiar voice.

Bloo burbles a low, threatening sound, “BlooooooooOOooo.”

“Now, now,” replies the man. “Calm yourself. I am only here to observe. These are your mates now.”

Slowly, Bloo’s tentacles of slime resume their caressing. He flicks at my asshole and slides gently inside. One of his tentacles thrusts forcefully into Nellie’s pussy. It’s far sooner than he would normal claim us again, but he seems to be taken with a mood. He wants to show off his possessions. A moment later, he drives one of his cocks into my pussy with a powerful thrust, filling me completely and causing me to arch atop Nellie’s slippery body.

“Oh, yes,” murmurs the man. “Is that’s how it’s done, then? Go on. Show me, slime. Show me how you are so efficiently filling up this level of the dungeon with slimes.”

“Bllllllloooooo,” our mate burbles happily, pumping his cock into my pussy and sending pleasure rippling through my core. I am not certain how he could impregnate me so quickly after I have given birth, but maybe it is possible. I don’t really care. It feels so wonderful to be fucked by my beloved mate. Nellie howls just as loudly, leaning up to lick at my clit even as Bloo is plundering my pussy with his cock. I reply with my fingers, stroking Nellie’s fat bud as she is fucked by the slime.

“They do seem eager for it,” chuckles the silhouetted man. “Luckily for the three of you, I have prepared a new lair for you in the Stonetill Swamp. It’s not far from here and there is a lovely system of caves, warm, wet air, and lots of little beasties for hungry slimes to eat.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” I cry, my orgasm bursting inside me. My cunt clutches at the thrusting slime cock and Bloo, as is so often the case, burbles excitedly and begins to cum inside me. The hot rush of his seed, so thick and warm, drives me to even greater heights. Nellie’s howling pleasure joins my own to form a chorus of ecstasy.

“Wonderful!” The man laughs. “I am so glad to see the three of you happy. Farewell, Beatrix. Goodbye, Nellie. Oh…” Zimon finally leans out of the light, revealing his familiar bearded face and mischievous eyes. He lowers his voice to a whisper and says, “I should probably tell you both that slimes are very unsentimental. You should hope there is plentiful food for him in the swamp. If he becomes too hungry he will have no qualms about eating one of his mates. Or even both of you.”

“W-what?” I gasp.

“Farewell!” Zimon laughs and disappears in a flash of light.

The feeling of alarm fades as the pleasure returns. Bloo begins fucking me again, his cock plunging through the thick, frothing spunk filling my pussy. I laugh at the thought of ending up as dinner for the slime. For some reason, the idea doesn’t bother me.

So long as my mate is happy.

THE END

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Through the mysterious door

I open the rusty door and the globe drifts ahead of me. It seems to illuminate the entrance of a cave and then drifts beyond those walls. The glow is in the open. My heart soars as I follow it through the cave and out into a cool wooded area. The moon is full above us and almost as bright as the globe floating at the edge of the forest.

“Have we made it?” I ask. “Have we escaped the dungeon?”

Nellie holds a hand up and violet static crackles around her long fingers. She purses her lips and shakes her head.

“It is magic, I fear,” she says. “I am still under the curse that weakens my power. This is some form of illusion. Look there.”

She points to the gently waving pine trees. It takes me a moment, but I realize she is pointing out one of the columns we saw earlier. It rises among the trees as if supporting some unseen roof.

“I am sorry, Beatrix,” says Nellie. “I cannot expose the illusion, not in my weakened state, but there is powerful magic at work here.”

“I understand,” I murmur. “It is not your fault. Just more of Zimon’s damned trickery. No matter, we will find our way through this as we have—”

AWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The bloodcurdling howl rises from the woods and echoes strangely in the night sky. There were mountain wolves around Lesser Crudridge. They posed a danger to children, livestock, and unwary solitary travelers. The wolf howls again and the sound raises gooseflesh on my arms. It is calling out to us.

“We have to continue into that forest,” I said. “We have to face that wolf.”

“Perhaps we could go around it?” Nellie asks hopefully as another howl sounds in the forest.

“We have faced worse,” I say, taking her hand. “We can handle a wolf.”

We set off through the forest in the general direction of the howling. It stops after a few more howls and clouds cover the moon darkening the night sky. I rely on Nellie’s magical globe to light the way for us through the trees. Pine branches with sharp needles tear at our clothing and prickle our skin. Nellie’s robe seems to be well made and survives the rough hike; my simple blouse and summer trousers become snares several times, ripping the fabric until my midriff is bare and bits of my legs are showing through.

This would not be so bad, except that it is quite cold in this illusory wood. My breath even steams faintly whenever a shaft of moonlight breaks through the trees.

 At last, we reach a clearing framed by dense woods. A slender stream meanders across the open grass and a small cottage stands beside it. There are lights in the windows of the cottage and a smudge of white smoke rises from its chimney.

“Perhaps someone in there could help us,” says Nellie.

“Perhaps there are some provision,” I say, rubbing my chilled arms. “Or a fur coat I could pilfer.”

“Excuse me, this is my house,” says a voice very close behind us.

Nellie and I turn and lash out with our fists in a perfectly simultaneous attack. Our blows collide with the body of a completely naked man. He lets out a grunt of surprise and pain and drops to the ground. I see that he is a well-muscled and rather handsome man with pale blue eyes, unruly brown hair, and a thick beard. He also has a rather long and flaccid cock. He looks up at us in surprise.

We look down at him in equal surprise.

“You’re a human,” I say.

“Yes,” he groans, rubbing his chest. “What else would I be?” 

“An elf?” Nellie suggests as we both help the man to his feet and brush the pine needles from his chest. Nellie giggles and looks down at his cock as it begins to stiffen. He pulls away from us.

“No, I’m a man,” he says, seemingly embarrassed. He covers his penis with his hand. “Would you like to come inside with me?”

I exchange an amused glance with Nellie.

“Yes,” we answer in unison.

“Right this way then,” says the naked man. He shuffles past us, careful to keep his hands over his cock. His body is lean but well-muscled. I admire his rather nice bottom as he leads us to his cabin.

“What is your name?” I ask him.

“Benin Ulf,” he says, glancing at me over his shoulder. “You may call me ‘Ben’. What would I call the two of you?”

“I’m Beatrix,” I say. “She is Nellie.”

“Landranella Turmoral,” says Nellie.

“Ah, I will go with Nellie,” says Ben, opening the door of his cabin. “Come on inside. It’s warm.”

The cabin is as cozy and warm on the inside as it seemed from the outside. There is a stone hearth and a fire blazing inside. The walls of the cabin are built from new timber and there is a distinct woody smell in the air. The furniture is sparse and roughly hewn, but there are a few books piled up on a table. Ben slips on a red flannel robe and ties it around his waist. Nellie wanders over to the pile of books and looks them over.

“These are magical books,” she says. She picks up the top and pages through it. “Jando’s Common Cures. Herbalism?”

“Yes, that’s right,” says Ben, taking the book from her hands. Now that I look around the cabin more carefully, I notice shelves with many bundles of herbs as well as bowls, bottles, and pouches filled with powdered ingredients. He gestures to all of the herbs and says, “They haven’t been much use. I’ve tried everything.”

I look in a bowl that appears to be filled with dried worms. I wrinkle my nose and ask, “Why would you do that?”

Ben runs fingers through his thick hair and smiles sheepishly. “I have a peculiar affliction. Zimon said if I can find a cure he would let me out.”

“What? Zimon spoke to you?” I glance at Nellie.

“I was in his adventuring party many months ago – or maybe it was years now – it is hard to be certain. The seasons never change in these woods and the moon is always full.” Ben looks up at the roof of his little cabin as if he can see the sky through his timbers.

“What is your affliction?” Nellie asks.

Ben’s gaze flicks nervously between me and Nellie. “Lycanthropy. Zimon said I would be safer here. That I was a danger to the party. That my animal urges would drive me out of control.”

“You do not seem out of control,” says Nellie in a comforting tone. But I take a step back. I have heard stories of woodsmen and travelers afflicted with lycanthropy. They can seem normal one moment and in the next they become ravenous, blood-thirsty werewolves.

Ben shudders and a tremor runs over his face.

“The clouds are clearing,” he says, clenching his teeth. “You should go. When they clear I am… I am… hHNNNN!”

He falls to his knees on the floor. The transformation is so sudden that all I have a chance to do is place my hand on Nellie’s arm and pull her a few steps away from Ben. His body bulges and deforms. His face elongates into a lupine snout. His eyes change color and his ears become the furry ears of a wolf. He does not transform into an animal, but rather a humanoid with the distinct characteristics of a wolf. The only part of him that remains unchanged is the color of his hair, which form a dark brownish fur all over his werewolf body.

He rises back to his feet, growling softly, the robe slipping off his muscular furry body. My attention is drawn to movement at his loins. I watch in perverse shock as a reddish, glistening erection slides from his bestial sheath. It is as large as any man’s cock, but is distinctly lupine in its flattened head and moist shaft.

“You did not leave?” He snarls, his wolf’s mouth struggling with the words. “My desires become… so much stronger. I feel the urge to mate. I must mate with you.”

“Mate with us?” Nellie clasps a hand against her plump breasts, squeezing them and drawing his attention. His long, pink tongue flicks over his lupine lips.

“I must. No cure.” He takes a halting step towards us, his cock jerking lewdly with excitement. “Only way out of maze. Mate with pretty… pretty girls. Babies.”

“Stay back,” I warn.

“Would prefer volunteer,” says the werewolf. “Please. Do not want rrrrough. Let me mate.”

Nellie looks at me uncertainly.

“He is not a monster like the others,” she whispers. “He is a man.”

“That doesn’t look like a man, Nellie,” I say as the werewolf takes another step towards us, his furry tail wagging behind him.

Yet even as I say it, I feel a strange attraction to the creature. Part of it is the strange taboo. What would it be like? To submit to such a creature. A truly forbidden act. But also he is undeniably handsome. His fur is lustrous, his body still human enough to seem well-proportioned, and his cock is, yes, I’ll admit it: fascinating. I find myself staring at it even as the werewolf takes another step towards us.

“Look at it,” whispers Nellie. “Can you imagine what it would feel like to… to have that inside you?”

My pussy aches as I give in to the momentary fantasy. I picture myself on my hands and knees, Ben mounting me like a beast, and that strange cock sliding into me, stretching me and filling me completely. Nellie is staring at the werewolf’s cock as well, her eyes wide and her nipples straining beneath her costume.

What should we do?

Let Nellie volunteer to be mated first

I'll volunteer to be mated first

Resist the werewolf