Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder Page 6

  The organ seems to react to every thrust of Madreg's massive member. Your breasts swing with each impact. Once you have overcome your initial shock of being fucked, you begin to push back against him. Your ass smacks loudly against his withered body. Your cries of pleasure echo in the cathedral. Madreg laughs at your submission and his huge cock fills you so tightly that you feel that laughter vibrating into your stretched cunt.

  "Do it," you cry to him, surrendering completely. "Fill me with your cum."

  Madreg snarls and grips you painfully tight. He pounds his cock so deep his bollocks are tight against your clit. He holds there for a moment, sheathed fully in your cunt, and his immense cock begins to throb. Each pump fires almost scalding-hot cum into your depths. His gushing seed bathes your womb. You wail, unable to hold back another orgasm under such a torrential assault. As your body convulses, the demon seed begins to suffuse your body.

  "It is done!" cries Madreg triumphantly.

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  Special Encounter - Try your hand again

  "I'm rather cross with you," you admit. "But I'll try it again."

  You refuse to put the door's cock into your mouth, particularly with the mess it has made, and any more than that is certainly out of the question. You scoop up some of the revolting goo that sprayed out and spread it on your hand.

  You wrap your slime-covered grip around the door's drooping dickhose. You squeeze his length and begin to wank him again. Your hand makes lewd slurping noises as you massage the disgusting slime into the door's cock.

  "Ohhhh, that's even better," groans the door. "Use both hands. Really tug it."

  "I thought you couldn't tell me what to do," you say, nevertheless obeying his suggestion.

  "I can tell you when something...ooohhh...feels good. That feels amazing. Scoop up some more of that cum."

  You wrinkle your nose in disgust and scoop up another handful of the smelly spunk. You spread the slurping goo onto the shaft of the door's cock. All that lubrication makes your stroking easier, although the cum begins to froth in your hands, making things even more disgusting for you.

  "Ugh," you moan.

  Then you realize that in your current position, you are directly in the path of another eruption from the door's cock. You stand up, but that quickly wears your arm out doing it from the side.

  "I'm going to straddle it," you say to yourself.

  "What's that?" asks the door.

  You turn your back to the face on the door and step a leg over its big, swollen cock. It's at just the right height that your swollen pussy can rest on it. You try to stand on your tiptoes and keep away from it for a little bit, but that's even more exhausting.

  "What a nice, round bottom on you!" says the door. "Why don't you bring it a little closer."

  Of course the door has quite a view. Given its inhuman anatomy, its huge cock is sprouting out from roughly its chin. You shrug. Normally you might feel embarrassed, but if looking at your bottom will hasten its release, all the better.

  You give up trying to stand on your tiptoes and you let your little virgin groove sit atop the root of the door's huge cock. As you work it with both hands, it's only natural that you lean forward a little and press the roundness of your ass against the door. Which happens to be a face. Your eyes go wide as you feel something warm and wet pressing between your cheeks. It lashes your clenching wrinkle and you let out a gasp.

  "What are...what are you doing?" you ask, looking back over your shoulder.

  The answer is muffled by the press of your cheeks. It vibrates against you and tickles into your ass and down to your overheated pussy. The simple act of stroking the door's huge cock - the bar upon which your virgin quim is seated - is rubbing the length of your slit and pressing deliciously against your clit. The hot, wet thing begins to slide into your ass.

  "Gods," you moan, "I don't know what it is you're doing to me, but keep doing it."

  "Mmmmmmphhmmmm," agrees the door.

  As that reply vibrates inside your ass, you realize that surely the door is licking your ass and the squirming is its fat tongue jammed into your reluctant hole. You shudder with pleasure and thrust back against the door's face. Your hands squeeze and stroke and you grind your quim against the hot saddle of his shaft.

  You grind faster and faster. The pitch in the moaning against your ass increases. You wonder, briefly, if the door needs to breathe and then decide you don't care. You're too close and enjoying the hot rail of his cock too much. Your breasts heave, you work your hips and your cunt slides on its own lubrication atop his shaft. Your straining clit is an inferno of pleasure.

  "Aaaaahahhhhhhh, I'm cumming!" you cry as you arrive at your tipping point.

  You are answered by the door, his tongue rippling deep inside your clenching asshole as powerful waves of ecstasy ripple through your body. At the height of your bliss, the cock between your thighs thrashes and, as if it's your own cock, you feel it buck and it launches a thick stream of cum down the hallway.

  The powerful thrashing of the door's spurting cock only adds to your pleasure. You pant and desperately grind down on it, watching with empathetic pleasure as he unleashes his full load of cum into a spattering mess down the hallway and at your feet.

  Slowly the flow dies and your own pleasure recedes. Thighs trembling, you slide off the top of his cock as it begins to droop. The tongue slips from your ass. You step gingerly over the huge pool of cum and turn back to face your foe.

  "Now open," you demand, still trying to catch your breath.

  "I'm sorry," says the door. "That was quite nice, but it won't do."

  Your eyes bulge with rage. You run your fingers through your sweat-soaked hair. What matter could this bastard door want from you?

  What do you do?

  Let him have your ass

  Threaten him with your sword

  Encounter Four - Wait

  You're not going to outfight this huge brute. He might even be resistant to magic. It's time to use your wits and speed to your advantage.

  As the lumbering ogre stomps closer, you squirm helplessly on the floor as if you are overcome with lust. You look at him, your eyelids heavy, your thighs spread apart as you run your hand over your loin cloth and up to your heaving breasts. You moan and thrust your hips. Savage delight crosses the ogre's face.

  "You ready for love, human?" he laughs.

  He reaches down to pick you up. At the last possible instant, you windmill your legs, kicking his hand aside as you spin onto your feet. You dash for the rope ladder hanging from the ceiling. The ogre is caught completely by surprise. He stumbles towards where you were and allows you to slip past. You are halfway up the rope ladder by the time he has turned around and realized you are escaping.

  "Eeey! Come back here, pretty human!"

  You've almost climbed up into the crawlspace above the room when you feel the ogre's huge hand close around your ankle. He drags you off the ladder. You fall several feet before you catch yourself on the swaying ropes.

  "Got you now!" he laughs.

  You kick him square in his fat nose. He releases you and howls in pain and outrage. Before he can recover, you scramble back up to the top. The raging ogre grabs for the rope ladder, but you reel it up and into the crawlspace. Unfortunately, the next woman to arrive in the ogre's lair may not have a way out. At least this brute can't follow you.

  "Kill youuuu!" he howls impotently.

  You look around at the tight tunnel you are on your hands and knees in. The ogre would not even fit in here. There only seems one way to travel: towards a light coming from below and a distant sound of machinery.

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  Encounter Sixteen - Give In and Drink the Milk

  A droplet of milk falls from one of the chanter's jutting nipples and onto your lip. Instinctively, you reach out your tongue and lick the sweet drop away. Instantly you are smitten and crave more. Madreg urging you to suckle from the chanter's plump breasts has nothing to do with your decision.
As those heavy tits smother your face, your mouth opens with a moan of lust and the hooded woman guides a nipple to your mouth.

  "Mmmmmm!" you cry as you latch your mouth around her wide areola. Your tongue cradles her fat nipple as you begin to suck. You are immediately rewarded with warm delicious milk that spurts over your tongue and coats your throat. You swallow again and again, rooting and pressing tight against her breast.

  As you suck, the fight goes out of your body. The soothing milk spurts from many breasts, coating you in purifying liquid that drenches your quim and pools on the altar. You are dimly aware of the hardness of Madreg's demonic cock against your entrance. Somewhere you know he is about to claim you with that vile appendage, befouling your chastity with his demon seed, but you do not care. All that matters is that sweet flow of milk that fills your mouth with each lusty suck.

  "Ooooh!" cries the chanter. She holds your head in her gentle hand and pulls you tight against her soft bosom. So warming and comforting. Her milk so sweet. You look up at her and see kind, brown eyes through the holes cut in her crimson hood.

  Madreg's cock thrusts into your delicate petals. Fortunately, suckling from the chanter's breast has well-lubricated you. Even still, there is a sharp punch of pain as Madreg's demonic dick thrusts past your virgin entrance. You whine against the chanter's breast, tears of pain and loss springing to your eyes. You pop your lips free of the fat nipple and moan.

  "So tight!" groans Madreg. "I won't last long in this virgin furnace! I'll paint your walls with my seed!"

  He begins to work his hips roughly and pound his cock into your tender quim. Your body shudders with each impact. You feel impaled by his massive member. Your toes curl and you nearly scream, but your cry is silenced by the chanter's other milk-heavy breast.

  "Shhhhhhh," she hisses and pulls you against her fat tit. Your mouth latches over her areola and you resume your greedy sucking. The milk soothes the pain and warms your belly. Each stroke of Madreg's mass cock jiggles through your body and into her breast. The other chanters, now drained of their milk, begin to caress your body with their hands. They squeeze and shape your tits and you feel a hot mouth descend on your nipple.

  You arch against Madreg and the demented wizard laughs triumphantly.

  "Yes, yes, princess! Your little quim is thirsty for my cum!" His bollocks spank against your ass with each stroke and he bends your legs up. Chanters take hold of them, pulling your knees almost to your breasts. Madreg's cock probes deeper in your trembling tunnel and his stones thump against the clenched flower of your asshole.

  Orgasmic tremors begin deep inside you. Your mouth breaks suction with the chanter's breast and her milk spills down your cheeks. You swallow her sweet cream and cry out, "Yesssssss!"

  Madreg only laughs and slams the burning piston of his cock into the clutching quench of your quim. Your orgasm explodes and squeezes tightly around the blasphemous ridges of his cock. You feel him swelling, his length seeming to grow hotter. The heavy stones of his bollocks beat against your ass until they tighten up against his root.

  "Feel the dawning of a new age!" roars Madreg. The organ music reaches a crescendo as his cock thrashes and unloads inside you. Waves of cursed spunk boil out of his demon-touched dick, flooding your fluttering fuckpit and overflowing in lewd slurps onto the altar. The force and heat of his pumping spunk only heightens your orgasm.

  You look for the chanter's breast to silence your wails of pleasure, but she and the other worshippers have retreated from the altar. You see only Madreg and his yellow eyes as his demonic seed suffuses your body.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Fifteen - Stay a Little Longer

  "Go on, the way is clear," urges Ashara.

  You look at her hungrily and roll onto your hands and knees. You begin to crawl towards her, staring up into those violet eyes.

  "What are you doing?" demands the succubus.

  "I'm not done with you or Bjorn," you say, swinging your ass in Bjorn's direction. "A bit more fun is on... the menu..."

  "That's not... oh my... princess!"

  Ashara's resistance crumbles as you bring your face between her thighs and run your tongue over her salty-sweet, cum-stuffed quim. Her hot folds part and you press your tongue into her creamy channel, tasting the thick load Bjorn pumped into Ashara's perfect pussy. You slurp and swallow at his cum and let your tongue begin to flick at Ashara's plum clit. The succubus moans and pulls your mouth against her sex. You only lift your head to look back over your shoulder at Bjorn.

  "Are you going to just watch," you say, "or are you going to get over here and fuck my ass?"

  It feels good to take charge of the action for once instead of being preyed upon for your body. You feel supremely confident as your tongue delves once more into Ashara's delicious quim. The mingled flavors of their cum is intoxicating you with even greater lust. You rock your hips, fucking against nothing and inviting Bjorn to come have a go at your ass.

  "I think you'd better give her what she wants," says Ashara, leaning over you and smacking your buttocks. She wets a finger and spreads your ass to show him as she slides her wet digit over your pink pucker and lubricates your opening with her slippery saliva.

  "Nnnnnaaaa," you whine against Ashara's pussy. "Fuck my asssss."

  You need cock so bad. You clamp your mouth on Ashara's clit and suck her just to stop yourself from begging like a whore for Bjorn’s glistening meat. Of course, instead of begging, you are sucking hungrily on a demoness's clit and your chin is being covered in the cocktail of musky juices leaking from Ashara's perfumed pussy.

  Bjorn does not make you wait long. His cock replaces Ashara's wet fingers at your asshole. He grabs your hips and thrusts into you, burying his swollen member to the hilt in your tender bottom. You cry out in shocked pain, but it fades quickly as he gives you a beastly pounding. You overcome the feeling of over-fullness and thrust back onto his cock. You lift your head from Ashara's pussy and look back over your shoulder to watch him slamming into your ass.

  "Ohhh it's so big," you whine.

  "Isn't that what you wanted?" growls Bjorn. "I was going to let you go, but... mmmm... you demanded I fuck this tight little ass of yours."

  "Don't hold back," says Ashara, watching his cock slapping into your ass again and again.

  Bjorn takes his time, driving right to the edge of pumping your ass full of his cum and pulling back, pulling out, teasing your stretched rim with his cock. His spit re-lubricates his cock and he pushes back into you, so deep his balls mash against your wet slit. He reaches around your hip and massages your clit.

  "Give it to me," you gasp. "Cum in my ass."

  "You want it?" laughs Bjorn. "You greedy bitch. You want another load of my cum?"

  "Yessssss!" you cry, throwing back your head as you feel yourself about to cum.

  "Take it!" he growls, slamming into you deep and firing his hot seed. He paints your bowels and stuffs you full of his thick, gooey cum. Your orgasm howls through your body and you clench and squeeze against his cock, milking him dry into your ass. Bjorn's thrusts slow and he finally pulls out of your fucked pucker with a pop followed by the silky drip of his cum spilling out of your hole.

  "Mmmmm, I feel left out," says Ashara, crawling past you. She gives your cum-smeared hole a soothing lick and then kisses Bjorn. He sinks back onto the floor in her arms. She slowly rises from the kiss and you see that he is unconscious.

  "Now are we finished?" asks Ashara.

  "You killed him!" you cry.

  "No, no, just a little snack." Her smile reveals her fangs. "He's sleeping. Now, run along, princess. You don't want to keep Madreg waiting too long."

  Feeling very satisfied, you give the succubus a last kiss as you pull on your loincloth. She belts your sword around your waist and rises to give you a longer and more intimate kiss. You feel a tingle of electricity and you realize she is having a tiny taste of your life force. You look at her accusingly.

  "What? It takes my power to te
leport around the dungeon like this. I'm just... topping up my water bucket." She winks and gives you a stinging smack on your backside. "Through the door with you."

  The black door opens easily enough into a room of almost total darkness. The floor is rocky and strewn with tiny pebbles that roll beneath your feet. There is a single round entrance cut into this stone floor, smooth and perfect, and from within you can hear a howling wind. There is the start of an iron ladder bolted into the curved shaft. You do not want to go back down, into the underworld of Madreg's dungeon, but you see no alternative.

  You climb down into the darkness.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Two - Attack

  Your sword flashes in the torchlight as you draw it from its scabbard. You are not afraid of some insect. You step out into the open and raise your sword.

  "Come and get me, you overgrown cockroach!"

  The insect's red eyes stare at you as it leaps from the ground and its wings open. It buzzes into the air with alarming speed. It flexes its abdomen, curling it beneath its body as it swoops. You have been trained well to battle a charging opponent. You let it focus on your guard and then pivot out of its way, slashing with your sword and opening its carapace along its flank. It flops onto its back on the ground. Its wings beat against the floor of the cave. You put a stop to that with a forceful stab of your sword into the creature's head.

  The beast is dead. You shake its yellow blood from your sword. It is only as your breast swells with triumph that you realize its stinger is embedded in your arm. You pull the stinger out, but you can already feel the venom taking effect. Your sword feels heavy in your hands. You feel dizzy.

  More scarabs reveal themselves, buzzing and scurrying at the edge of your torch's reach. They charge at you, at least half a dozen coming straight for you. There are only two ways to play it and you know it. You can stand and fight and risk the venom bringing you down or you can turn and run for the ledge and hope you can outrun these beasts.