Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend's Dungeon 2 Page 5

  “Mmmmmm, squeeze them,” she moans. “As hard as you want. No need to be gentle.”

  I squeeze her mounds tightly, shaping them with my hands and eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from Nellie. She throws back her head and thrusts her tits forward, against my crushing touch. I naturally draw them to my face, breathing her uniquely pleasant scent and letting the weight of her mounds smother my face.

  “Mmmmmhmmmm,” I moan from beneath her heavy breasts, squeezing them against my face and kissing that soft valley between her dangling mounds.

  “Oh, yes, suck them,” she cries.

  I eagerly obey her, freeing one nipple from my hand and feeding her fat bud into my mouth. The weight of her breasts pressing down atop my face ensures that when I part my lips, her soft titflesh fills my mouth completely. I draw her thick, pale, and strangely delicate nipple and its surrounding areola between my lips, moaning and sucking like a tot hungry for her mother’s milk. I flick my tongue against her fat bud as I suck her and Nellie moans with delight.

  It is strangely comforting to suck at her breast as I am buried beneath the soft weight of her mounds. I am able to forget that I am trapped in any dungeon and in any danger. There is only that warm, smothering immediacy of Nellie’s sweet flesh. I moan as I move to her other nipple, sucking just as eagerly. My hands roam over her body, hugging her heavily atop me.

  “Oh, my sweet savior,” moans Nellie. “Your mouth is so warm and eager, yet I must pull my teat from between your lips.”

  “Why?” I gasp as her breasts lift from my face.

  “So that I can give you the pleasure you desire,” she chuckles and kisses me passionately. Her breasts rub against mine, damp nipples bending against my little buds. I forget my protest as her sweet mouth covers mine and her tongue invades past my lips. Her hands caress my heaving breasts and her fingers gently pluck at my straining nipples.

  Her kiss leaves my lips, following my shoulder and then lower. I arch beneath her with anticipation, offering my shuddering mounds to her. I never thought of them as small really, but they seem so little compared to her breasts as they dangle above my tummy. She gathers my mounds in her hands, pressing them together so that she can lean down and run her tongue over both nipples in a single slow lick. She looks into my eyes as she licks those sensitive buds again and again.

  “Yesss,” I hiss, cradling her head against my chest. I watch as she catches one nipple in her soft lips and sucks. The heat and suction of her mouth sends a pang from my sensitive bud to my throbbing clit. I whimper with pleasure. She pops her lips free and does the same to my other bud sending another spike of pleasure to my core.

  “Mmmmmm, so lovely,” moans Nellie. “Like little sweetberries. I would cover you in cream and lap it all up from your breasts. Mmmmmm.”

  She licks and suck my nipples again and again, the warmth of her mouth seeming to spread through my body and to my aching cunt. Her fingers press between my trembling thighs and she strokes the bud of my clit as she pleasures my breasts. The heat of her sucking mouth and the soft, wet sucking is almost too much to bear. My moan echoes through the dark cavern as my pleasure builds.

  Her fingers move inside me, claiming me as deftly as any man, her thumb stroking my clit as her long digits slide in and out of my wet folds. The suction of her mouth on my breasts seems to grown more intense. Each time she releases a nipple here is a wet pop and she moves to my other breast, sucking and licking, the pleasure building between my breasts and my pussy.

  “Nellie,” I gasp. “Ohhhhhh, you are… you are going to make me…”

  “Mmmmmmm!” She moans, her lips pressed tightly to my left breast.

  Her fingers thrust and curl inside me, finding every point of pleasure and stroking with each thrust. I cry out, clinging to her, abandoning all fear as pure ecstasy explodes through my body. For a few glorious seconds I am transported far away from the dungeon and into a sun-warmed field of pleasure. Nellie is there, kissing me and caressing me, claiming me with her fingers, elf and human, woman to woman, sinful and yet so beautiful.

  “Yesss!” I wail, bucking my hips and thrusting my pussy against her fingers. I squeeze her shapely body atop mine.

  My pleasure retreats at last and I am back on that cold stone beside the pool, in the dungeon cave, panting and returning to a reality that at least includes the lovely elf. Her pale face is flushed as she lifts her face from my breasts and kisses me passionately. Her fingers slip from between my folds.

  “I never knew such pleasure was to be found with a woman,” I gasp against her lips. “Even if it is forbidden.”

  “Stop with this silliness,” she giggles against my lips, her body pressing atop mine. “What was sinful about that? It was beautiful. To see your face, Beatrix, you would know you were in heaven, not the hells. Let your guilt go.”

  She kisses me again and I know that she is right. For a woman to know the pleasure of another woman is only natural. Surely it must be man’s interpretation of the will of the gods and not the gods themselves that find such a thing blasphemous. My guilt dissipates like morning fog in her embrace.

  Long after we have recovered from our pleasure, we clean ourselves with splashes of water from the pool and dress once more.

  “I wish we could stay here together,” says Nellie, watching me lace up my boots.

  “I want to leave this place,” I say, knotting my laces. “But I want to leave it with you, Nellie. We’ll do it. We will get out of here together.”

  I embrace her and we kiss again, so deeply that I nearly decide to undress her. She pulls back just before I reach that point of no return.

  “Can we find something to eat first?” She asks. “I hunger for something other than the lovely cream and berries of your breasts.”

  She tweaks my nipples through my blouse for emphasis.

  “Yes,” I laugh, pushing her hands away. “Let’s find something to eat.”

  Rejuvenated and heartened, we set off together into the second level of the dungeon.

  CONTINUE >

  Rescue Nellie from the pit

  I tie the rope tightly around my waist and stand well back from the edge of the pit. I toss the rest of the length of rope into the dark hole in the desert. It lands with a thump and Nellie cries out, “Got it! Are you ready?”

  I work my heels into the harder pack of sand beneath the dusty top layer. I shout, “Ready!”

  She begins to climb up. I lean away from her, using my body’s weight to counterbalance hers as she climbs up the side of the pit. Several times I feel a jerk and hear curses from below. Once, I almost lose my balance, but manage to recover before stumbling too close to the crumbling edge. Finally, Nellie’s dusty, sweat-streaked face appears over the rim of the pit. I begin pulling the rope with all my strength, hauling her the last few feet, gasping, onto her belly on the sand.

  She crawls a few feet from the precarious edge and I hurry to her and scoop her up into my arms. She embraces me tightly, almost weeping as she says, “Thank you, Beatrix! You’ve saved me again!”

  “I couldn’t leave you behind,” I say, embracing her just as tightly.

  The tight hug becomes a kiss on my cheeks. That kiss finds my lips and Nellie’s tongue forces its way into my mouth. Her lips are dusty, but her mouth is as warm and sweet as I remember. I feel a hot twitch of desire deep in my core. Then I remember Quetzon. I grasp Nellie’s shoulders and push her firmly away. Her breasts jiggle in her bodice, but I manage to focus on her glittering blue eyes.

  “We must find a way out of here,” I say. “Now. It isn’t safe to linger.”

  “Yes, very well,” she says, blushing with desire, but nodding with agreement. “Did you reconnoiter that house?”

  “Did I what? The house? Oh, yes, it isn’t safe.” I brush some of the dust from her robes, which inadvertently causes her breasts to jiggle again. I stop what I’m doing to keep that from continuing. “Best to give it a wide berth. I suggest we go that way. East, maybe? It’s hard to tell
without much of the sky visible.

  “We go that way,” says Nellie.

  We trudge through the desert night, guided by Nellie’s glowing orb. I imagine that Quetzon is watching us, plotting his moment to strike, but if he is watching, the lusty lizardkin never makes his move. We reach the cavern wall and follow along it until we discover a small wooden door. It has not been opened in a very long time and I have to force it open with my shoulder. Sand rushes in with us as we enter a dark tunnel.

  “This looks familiar,” says Nellie, running her long fingers over the stone, which seems chiseled.

  “Different tools,” I say, noting how the chisel marks are too perfectly aligned. “Magical, maybe.”

  We follow the tunnel at an upward slope. It widens into a large, high-ceilinged room that is closed off with another door. This one has a heavy golden lock shrouding its mechanism.

  “I think I can open that lock,” says Nellie. “It won’t take much magic. Just a little—“

  “Stop!” I shout and the word echoes like the crack of a powder gun in the stone-walled room. “Do not move any closer to that door. If this is the way out of this level of the dungeon, it might be trapped.”

  Nellie nods with understanding, her eyes wide and fearful as she remains otherwise frozen in place about two paces from the door. I search around the floor of the room and find a rock about half the size of my fist.

  “Step back from it,” I say quietly. “Retrace your steps if you can.”

  Nellie gingerly backs away from the door and towards me. I approach to meet her and steady her with an arm across her slender shoulders.

  “Now, let’s see if there’s any trap on that door,” I say. I heft the stone in my hand to judge its weight. I give it an underhand pitch towards the locking mechanism. If there is no trap, maybe it’ll break the lock loose.

  The stone clangs from the locking mechanism and there is a sudden gush of glistening liquid from the lock. It launches in a steady stream for several seconds before the stream recedes to a slimy drool down the front of the door. The ejected liquid is very thick and forms a disgusting mound of slime on the floor. It dries as we stare in amazement, forming a crusty mound of resin-like material.

  “A goo trap,” I say. “You’d be stuck to the spot if you had tried to open the door.”

  “So now we know there is a trap,” says Nellie. “What do we do?”

  “Maybe there is another door,” I say, casting my gaze around the room. It is large and dark. “Send your light around. Let’s have a look.”

  She motions with her hand and the orb sails around the room. There are no other doors on the walls, but as it lifts above us to illuminate the high ceiling, it reveals a square hatch on the ceiling.

  “How are we going to get up there?” I wonder.

  “I think I can open it from here,” says Nellie. “The latch is not even a lock.”

  She begins whispering a magical chant and raises her hand in the direction of the hatch. Mote of magical light spring from her fingertips, like tiny grasshoppers, and disappear into the latch. The door shakes, Nellie furrows her brow, and the door swings suddenly open. A rope ladder drops down from above. There is a brass plaque on the bottom rung.

  “This way to Level Three,” I say, reading the plaque aloud.

  “Yay!” Nellie cries, bouncing with joy and causing her breasts to nearly heave from her bodice. “We made it to the next level!”

  She begins to climb the ladder. I follow behind her, admiring the way her generous rear swallows up the back of her costume. Desire stirs in my loins.

  I have a feeling Level Three is going to be a great deal of fun.

  TO BE CONTINUED IN

  Fertile in My Ex-Boyfriend’s Dungeon (Level 3: Werewolf, Mimic, and Slime)

 
  Talk to the imp

  The imp has set a table for us and claims he does not want to fight. There has to be a solution other than fighting. I turn my sword downward and slowly slide it into my sheath.

  “I would rather talk about this,” I say. “Perhaps over supper?”

  “You think you are a clever girl,” sneers Crowley. “You will trick me into feeding you and then change your mind and fight anyway.”

  “We could make a deal,” I suggest, raising an eyebrow.

  “The only deal I would consider is one that comes before eating,” says Crowley. “And the only deal I am interested in is what is in your bellies.”

  “Not food,” pouts Nellie, eyeing the food on the table.

  “No, not food,” chuckles the imp. “The key to my escape. Your fertile wombs. This is what I require.”

  “Not going to happen,” I say. I toy with the collar of my blouse. “But we have…other things we can give you. Let us make a deal that satisfies everyone.”

  I glance at Nellie and after a moment she seems to realize what I mean. A smile spreads across her face.

  “Yes, I could squeeze you between these,” she offers, hefting her breasts until they nearly spill out of her outfit. “Imagine how wonderful it would feel. You could shoot your seed all over them.”

  “Oh?” Crowley scratches his chin. “It is tempting. What do you have to offer me, Beatrix?”

  I glance at his cock. I would really rather not do anything with it, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

  “I suppose I could suck your cock,” I say.

  “You do have a lovely mouth,” says the imp. He moves slowly closer, circling partially around me. “But I was thinking of an even better deal, my lovelies. Your mouth, sweet elf, and your ass, my sloe-eyed beauty. So tight and youthful, I am sure it will give me indescribable pleasure.”

  He strokes the curve of my bottom and I swat his hand away. I step back from him to consider the offers on the table with Nellie.

  “It would be fun to wank him between my breasts,” suggests my companion. “But I bet his demon cock tastes good too. I’ve heard they are spicy.”

  “Spicy?” I wrinkle my nose at the thought. “I guess better to taste it than have it up my bottom.”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” says Nellie, glancing around my back to look at my firm, round ass. “Your bottom is so lovely. I bet it would feel very nice to have him put his cock into it. I would make it nice and slippery for you too!”

  “You’d what?” I ask, shocked by her apparent excitement.

  “Oh, yes,” she says, stroking my rear and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll stuff my tongue up your ass and make it nice and wet. I mean, if that’s what you want.”

  “Oh,” I say, my eyes widening a little at the thought of Nellie stuffing her tongue up my ass.

  She gives my rear another squeeze and asks, “What should we do?”

  What should we do?

  Nellie should use her breasts

  I should use my mouth

  I should offer up my ass

  Flee from the imp

  No way am I sticking around to fight a demon. Even a scrawny imp might have evil powers that I can’t hope to overcome with my sword training. I shift my sword to an off-handed grip, snatch Nellie’s hand, and run towards the imp.

  “What are you doing!?” Nellie cries in alarm.

  I veer to the side and kick one of the chairs directly at the winged demon. He screeches in surprise and is knocked back. I push Nellie past me, towards the unexplored passage on the far side of the table. The imp recovers quickly.

  “You sluts!” Crowley snarls at me angrily. “I’ll sting your behinds and make you beg for my cock!”

  He launches through the air at me. I grab the edge of the table and push with all my might to flip it over. It is much heavier than I expected, but Nellie appears at my side as I strain to tip it over and she pushes with me. The table flips, spilling all the food and drink onto the floor with a terrible crash. The imp slams headfirst into the table with a loud bang followed by a series of unspeakable demonic cursing.

  “Now is our chance!” I cry, tak
ing Nellie by her hand once more. She dips low for a moment and retrieves a large sausage from the floor. We run into the passage, the orb lighting the way as we flee from the imp’s lair.

  “Get back here!” He screams, coming after us down the hallway.

  “I am ever so hungry,” says Nellie hefting the sausage. “But I fear this has more immediate uses.”

  She turns and throws the large sausage down the hallway at the imp. Her throw is forceful and deadly accurate. The cured meat tube flies like a javelin down the hall and slams the imp right between his beady eyes. He makes a soft grunting sound and drops to the floor, flailing his wings like a bird that has struck a window.

  “Nice shot,” I laugh.

  “Thank you,” says Nellie, miming a curtsy.

  “I’ll tear off your tits!” The imp screams.

  “That does not sound pleasant,” says Nellie.

  “Agreed!” I grab her hand again. “Let’s go!”

  The imp must have been dazed or disoriented by the thrown sausage, because he does not pursue after that. His angry screeching recedes behind us as we run through the tunnels.

  We pass down another long hallway, the glowing orb restored by a breath of magic. Several more turns of the narrow passages bring us to an open room and a ramp going up. We rest there for a moment longer, exchanging amused glances and catching our breath.

  “Where did you learn to throw a sausage like that?” I say.

  “The golden guard,” replies Nellie. “They protected the palace. Evant Duranan was one of my, well, a good friend. He would show me how to use a spear and a javelin and I would show him what I could do with, ah, his spear and javelin.”

  “You are a naughty girl,” I laugh.