Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 2 Page 4

  He hangs his chisel from his belt and I see that he also has several thick loops of rope on his belt. More than enough rope to tie me and Nellie up.

  He stares at us with red eyes and lets out a bestial roar. Strings of spittle cling to his tusks and sharp teeth. He shouts, “Human! Elf! You dare enter my lair!?”

  “We were, um, just departing,” says Nellie, taking a step behind me.

  “I am BLOOD RIPPER the fiercest warrior of all the bugbears!” He thumps his fists on his chest. “I will RIP all of the BLOOD from my enemies!”

  “Blood ripper?” I ask, glancing at Nellie.

  “BLOOD RIPPER!!” The beast roars.

  “So you intend to kill us by ripping out our blood?” I say, a teasing lilt to my voice.

  “No, you are pretty girls,” says the bugbear. “I will tie you up with rope and make you into prisoners! I’ll violate your little cunts with my huge bugbear cock and fill you with my seed to make you my slaves!!”

  “Can he really rip blood?” Nellie softly asks. “Is that possible?”

  “IT’S PROBABLE!” Shouts Blood Ripper.

  “Is Blood Ripper really your name?” I ask him. “Your mother gave that name to you?”

  “Well, no, my name is Allen. But to my enemies I am BLOOD RIPPER!” He flexes his huge arm muscles, no doubt honed by his constant chiseling. “Now submit to my might!”

  “If we submit will you be Allen or Blood Ripper?” I ask.

  “Ooh, look, he has a mace tied to his belt,” says Nellie, pointing at the bugbear’s huge cock.

  “Yes,” I agree, momentarily imagining that huge cock plundering my pussy, “and if we aren’t careful he’ll beat us both senseless with that thing.”

  “No, not his huge cock,” cries Nellie. “He actually has a mace!”

  I look again and realize she is right. The mace is crude and dangerous looking, longer than my forearm with an iron head as big as the bugbear’s fists. It is tied by a leather cord to his belt and hanging so that I can barely see it behind his thick, furry leg. I feel a tremor of fear as I imagine that weapon bashing aside my sword. Then he can tie me up and make me do whatever he pleases. The hot pang in my cunt tells me that might not be such a bad outcome.

  “This is your final warning!” Blood Ripper screams. “Toy with me no more! Submit or face the rage of BLOOD RIPPER!!”

  What should I do?

  Guard against the bugbear

  Use a Finesse Attack against the bugbear

  Use a Power Attack against the bugbear

  Talk to the bugbear

  Flee from the bugbear

  Ask Nellie to distract the bugbear

  Surrender meekly to the bugbear

  Surrender eagerly to the bugbear

  Go looking for a way to get her out

  There is no way for me to get Nellie out of her predicament with what I have with me, but I refuse to abandon my companion. What if there’s a giant bug down there that is going to eat her? What if it is 20-30 smaller bugs that also want to eat her? Or what if it’s one large bug that wants to be her new boyfriend? Yuck!

  “Nellie, I’m going to go and find some way to get you out,” I shout down.

  “Go on if you must,” she cries. “Better one of us makes it out than neither of us.”

  “No!” I shout. “I swear on my life! I will come back for you! I will reach the house and I will find something there to let me pull you out of this pit. It isn’t far now. It won’t take me long.”

  “Thank you, Beatrix,” she says, smiling bravely. “You are a true friend.”

  I look at the beautiful elf trapped at the bottom of the pit and my heart aches. I will save her. No matter what it takes! I set off through the shimmering desert towards the distant mud brick house. Wind howls through the opening in the cavern’s roof and sand blows against me as if trying to hold me back. Sweat once again soaks my clothing and trickles down my face. It is many paces to reach the lonely house, but at last, as the sun sinks lower and the slanting light crawls up the cavern’s wall, I arrive at the house.

  It is not only mud brick, but sandy mud has been smeared around the doorway and several higher openings that might almost be windows. Although I recognize the means of its construction, there is something vaguely off-putting about its design, as if no human mind could have conceived of such strangely rounded openings. There are woven baskets and strange bone charms outside the entrance.

  I can faintly smell grain meal and there is a large jug sealed with a stopper. I open it and sniff and it is filled with cool water. I tip it to my mouth, sloshing water down my face and saturating my blouse. I quench my thirst and look down to see that my breasts show through the wet fabric. I wipe my face and set the jug aside. There is something else there, between two baskets, coiled like a snake.

  “Gods be praised,” I whisper, seeing the coil of rope. It looks to be the exact sort that the bugbear carried on his belt, but a good length of it. More than enough to lower into the pit so that I can pull Nellie out.

  I pick up the rope and turn to leave.

  My heart jolts at the sight of a hunched, bipedal creature standing in my path. He is covered in faintly shimmering green scales, his head smooth and earless, his eyes small and red, and his mouth and nose coming to a reptilian snout. Lizardkin! I should have known by the baskets outside this house. My grandfather once showed me some of the baskets he used to trade woven from the red-scale tribes south of Lesser Crudridge. They had been run off by the mine guards by the time I was a young girl.

  The lizardkin looks at me with glittering red eyes and cocks his head to the side. A long, slender tongue flicks out of his hard-lipped mouth and tastes the air. He wears a loincloth and carries a wooden staff.

  “I… I just need this rope,” I say, holding it up. “I was going to save my friend from the pit.”

  “The pit?” His voice is breathy and rasping. “You mean one of my trapsssss. Good. We will go and fetch her.” He does not move out of my way or make any move to help me. He stares at me, waiting for my reaction.

  “I am Beatrix. Who are you?”

  “I am Quetzon, high priesssst of Axolotlox and shaman of the Ssssilver Sssserpent Clan.” He shifts his staff to his other hand and looks me up and down. “Your body isssss pleasing to me, human girl. I require a clutch mate to essssscape. You will be my clutch mate. Then we will fetch your friend.”

  “What?” I take a step back from him. The house is behind me. It will be difficult to escape this creature if I try to run, but I have to try to get away from him and save Nellie.

  “Do not resissssst me,” he hisses as he brandishes his staff. “I will give you pleasure.”

  What should I do?

  Guard against the lizardkin shaman

  Use a Finesse Attack against the lizardkin shaman

  Use a Power Attack against the lizardkin shaman

  Talk to the lizardkin shaman

  Flee from the lizardkin shaman

  Surrender meekly to the lizardkin shaman

  Surrender eagerly to the lizardkin shaman

  Let the lizardkin shaman pleasure me

  “I will not pleasure you, Quetzon,” I say, reaching for my belt. “But if it is your desire, I will let you taste me. Then you will let me take this rope and rescue my friend.”

  He lets out a low clicking sound that I take to be displeasure. I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my trousers. I slip them down from my slender hips and reveal the dark-tufted mound of my pussy and my creamy thighs. The lizardkin’s red eyes sparkle as he stares at my naked flesh.

  “Ssssssatisfactory,” hisses Quetzon. “I will ssssuck your nectar and you will sssssave your friend.”

  I kick off my boots and step out of my trousers. “We have a deal,” I say as I massage the pink folds of my cunt. My clit buzzes with pleasure beneath my fingers. Quetzon bends low, his snout even lower than my pussy as he slithers towards me gracefully. He drops to his knees before me, suddenly seeming the submissive one as his clawed hands caress my hips.

  “Your ssssssmell is in the air,” he says, sniffing and moving his reptilian snout closer to my pussy. “Honeysssuckle. Jasssssmine.”

  His snout brushes against my tender cuntlips. He nuzzles against my hot flower and his serpent’s tongue shoots out and lashes against my clit.

  “Ahhhhhh!” I cry, grabbing hold of his smooth head for balance. He flicks his tongue against my bud several more times, sending jolts of pleasure shooting into my core. His mouth opens, his hard lips and sharp teeth grazing against my sensitive folds as he sucks.

  “Nnnnnnnnnn,” he moans, the sound vibrating into my cunt. His sucking mouth draws out my nectar and he rubs his snout against my folds, spreading the glistening juice over his scales. Quetzon reaches around my hips and cradles my ass with both his clawed hands. He squeezes my firm cheeks and pulls me against my face. His licking and nuzzling is so intense that it feels for a moment like he is trying to thrust his whole snout into my tight pussy.

  Instead, he thrusts his slender tongue. It reaches far deeper than any human tongue has, curling and flicking inside me. I feel the fork tip of his tongue fluttering against my womb, teasing me with the promise of fertilization. My womb throbs and I let out a surprised cry and almost lose my footing. Quetzon shifts his hands to my hips and holds me upright, sucking even harder at my cunt.

  “Ohhhh gods, it’s so good,” I cry, my legs shaking and my hips jerking reflexively. I fuck against his blunt snout, smearing him with my cum as my pleasure overtakes any thoughts of restraint. Powerful spasms shoot through my pussy and my inner walls clutching at the slippery serpent of his tongue. Ecstasy radiates from my clit to my core as I ride against Quetzon’s snout.

  My pleasure rises and falls until I manage to steady myself and stagger back a step. Quetzon rises on his sinuous legs and flicks his tongue over his cum-smeared lips. His red eyes glitter with intensity.

  “That w-was the deal,” I say, panting softly. “You get to pleasure me and then you let us go.”

  “Not enough,” growls Quetzon. “You mussssst be mated.”

  “You promised to let me go!” I cry, backing away from him, still naked from the waist down.

  My limbs are still weak from the force of my orgasm. I don’t put up much of a fight as he seems to wrap his body around mine and drag me to the ground. I sprawl on the sun-warmed sand, kicking weakly with my legs as his sinuous body slides between them.

  “Stop this!” I cry as I feel the cool, slimy pressure of his cock against the steamy cove of my cunt.

  He grabs my legs and pushes them up into the air, exposing my pussy and the tender wrinkle of my anus and rendering me helpless to kick out of his grasp. He sinks his slimy cock between my folds. The tip presses easily past my cuntlips and his shaft widens to slide against my inner walls. He hilts his cock inside me, the fat base stretching my tender folds and filling me complete. The oily liquid seeping from his cock trickles down my crack and over my clenching asshole.

  “Gods, please,” I gasp as he fills me with his cock. “Please do not do this.”

  But I don’t fight. I don’t try to twist out of his grasp. I stare up through my legs, my ankles gripped tightly in his clawed hands as he begins to relentlessly pound his cock into my steamy cunt. Each stroke hits deep inside my core and stretches my cunt with his wide root. The pleasure is strange and intense. I try to fight that sensation, to will it away as being violated, but it is impossible. His red eyes stare down at me as he slides his glistening cock in and out of my helpless pussy.

  “Yessssss, you tighten,” he hisses. “I feel your pleassssure. Cum for me. Do not resissssst.”

  “No!” I cry, tossing my head and causing my hair to partly cover my face. I fight him with my will, but it is a battle I swiftly lose as his strange, slippery cock tightens the ecstasy coiling in my core. I stare up into his glittering red eyes and his inflexible snout seems to curl into a smile. I wail with despairing pleasure and my cunt squeezes tightly around his thrusting cock. The hot licks of pleasure that shoot through me overwhelm my anger and feeling of betrayal with the fleeting purity of my orgasm. I cry out and cum, hard, on Quetzon’s inhuman cock.

  At the height of my pleasure, the lizardkin shaman lets out a loud hissing sound, like a rupture boiler spilling its steam. His cock swells deep inside my squeezing cunt and becomes suddenly very hot. Almost frighteningly hot. It jerks powerfully inside me and I feel a boiling gush of his seed pump against my womb.

  My anger and fear disappear under the molten flood of his lizardkin seed. Pleasure many times a mere orgasm blinds me for a moment and causes my entire body to spasm. I love him, I realize. I love Quetzon. He is filling me with his clutch!

  “Ahhhhhhhh! Quetzon!” I cry, my super-orgasm milking his monstrous member for every drop of his seed.

  “My sweet clutch bride,” he says as his strokes slow and the last of his cum dribbles out. “Your warm human cunt drains my seed. Your womb will carry my clutch.”

  “Oh, Quetzon, yes,” I cry, rapturous with my love of him. I want to be taken again and again by his magnificent cock. I sit up, stroking his scaly hips and licking at his maleness as it retreats into his genital slit. Then I remember Nellie, alone in the pit somewhere in the desert. “My friend! Nellie! She is caught in one of your traps! You must make her into a clutch bride as well!”

  “Mmmmm, another female? I am greedy,” he hisses, his eyes sparkling with lust. “Let us bring your friend into my harem.”

  CONTINUE >

  Talk to the lizardkin shaman

  I do not know the limits of Quetzon’s power or his capabilities as a fighter. I do know that he is clever enough to lay illusory traps in the desert and civilized enough to build a house out of mud bricks. This is not some raging bugbear or insidious imp. Surely I can reason with him instead of fight him.

  “Wait,” I say, holding up my hands. “I don’t want to fight you, Quetzon.”

  “Thissssss issss good,” he hisses, smiling and revealing his many sharp teeth. “You will sssssurender and offer your womb to my sssssseed?”

  “No,” I say firmly. “No, that is not what I am going to offer you. But there are other things I might offer you.”

  “Thingssss? Do these help me esssscape?” He cocks his head and his red tongue flicks out to taste the air.

  I smile at him as sweetly as I can manage and take a step closer to him. I run my fingers from my cheek, over my lips, and down to my collar. I let those fingers trail downward to the opening of my blouse and I pop open one more button, showing him the creamy swell of my pert breasts.

  “I can offer you escape for a time,” I say. “I mean pleasure, Quetzon.”

  He makes a mixture of hissing and clicking sounds.

  “You offer pleasure to a lizardkin?”

  “The women of my village would travel south to where the red-scale lizardkin had a settlement. They would give their bodies to the lizardkin for the night and know the ecstasy that such creatures could offer.” The story is true as far as I know. They were chased off before my time, but lonely women or unhappy women from Lesser Crudridge would seek the dangerous pleasures of the lizardkin.

  “It isssss true, we do know the wayssss of pleasure,” says Quetzon. “You have my interest. I wish to breathe your scent and taste of your nectar. A human is so sweet and warm.”

  I run my hand down from my breasts to my hips, subtly thrusting them forward and touching the slight mound of my pussy in my tight trousers. My touch stirs my desire, but it is desire awakened by the thought of the lizardkin shaman stuffing his flicking tongue in my cunt.

  “You wish to lick me here?” I ask, fluttering my lashes at him.

  “Yessss, there,” he says, pointing with a clawed finger. “And you will pleasure me.”

  He draws aside his dangling loincloth and reveals a surprisingly large cock has emerged from his genital slit. It is pale pink, about as long as a man’s, very slender at its tip, widening at the shaft, and thick as a gourd at its root. It glistens obscenely and drips a lubricating slime that smells faintly of citrus fruit.

  “You want me to climb atop you,” I say, gazing at his strange phallus. “So that you may lick my cunt and I will pleasure your cock?”

  “Pleasssssure for usssss both,” he says.

  There is a genuine appeal to the thought, but do I really want to touch and even taste his strange cock? And do I want to risk the danger of becoming addicted to the pleasure of his tongue? What if he woos me with his skill and turns me into his slave that way?

  My face flushes at the thought. Quetzon touches himself impatiently as he waits for my decision.

  What should I do?

  Agree to mutual pleasure with the lizardkin shaman

  Let the lizardkin shaman pleasure me

  Offer to pleasure the lizardkin shaman

  Ask Nellie to pleasure my breasts

  “Could you… pleasure my breasts?” I ask her, looking down at her huge mounds dangling against my much smaller breasts.

  “Oh, your lovely tits?” She leans back so I have a better view of my own breasts. She teases her fingers over my soft mounds and purrs, “Of course, Beatrix. Your creamy flesh and those little nipples are just aching to be touched. To be kissed, licked, and sucked. Yes, they are so perky and perfectly sized. Mine are far too big.”

  “I like them,” I admit.

  “You do?” She whispers, squeezing her breasts together with her arms as she leans over me. “You may touch them if you wish.”

  “Um, alright,” I say, tentatively reaching up with both hands to press my hands against the soft bounty of her breasts. I spread my fingers wide and cup her breasts and still my hands are all but swallowed up by her huge mounds. Her pale flesh squeezes between my fingers and I can feel her fat nipples pressing into my palms.