Princess to Pleasure Slave Adventure: The Dungeon of the Monster Breeder Page 7
No more time to think! You must act!
What do you do?
Stand and fight
Turn and run
Encounter Thirteen - Give Her What She Desires
You stare into Ashara's violet eyes, feeling a welling of passion and even love for the demoness. How could you refuse such an exquisite creature? How could you give her anything other than exactly what she desires?
"Yes," you whisper. "Yes. Ashara, take me."
"I will, my sweet," says the succubus as she climbs atop you.
Her teasing fingers are withdrawn and her hugely swollen cock presses against your entrance. She does not give you time to reconsider. She thrusts her hips and her cock drives into your virgin channel. You let out a cry of pain as the demonic appendage drives through your maidenhead. The pang of that deflowering is momentarily sharp. In seconds, it recedes to a still-painful throb as the demoness begins to move inside you.
She has the grace of a serpent as her hips swing and her cock slides in and out of your deflowered pussy. With each stroke, her cock bottoms out inside you, her breasts sway, and you feel the weight of something slap against your anus. It takes you a moment to realize the succubus has grown a fat pair of bollocks along with the throbbing length of her cock.
"Ashara," you moan.
"Isn't it magnificent?" she whispers, leaning over you and using her weight to drive her cock deeper.
"Y-yes," you gasp, the pain receding completely to be replaced by a hot rise of pleasure. Your tender inner walls squeeze against the bulging thrusts of the demonic cock. She touches places inside you that have never been touched before. Her kiss is sweet and wet and fleeting, moving from your lips to your neck, one hand squeezing your breast and plucking at your sensitive nipple.
The overstimulation culminates, very quickly, in an orgasm as sharp and sudden as the pain of your deflowering. You cry out and wrap your thighs around the demoness. Ashara's weight lifts from you as you begin to cum. She holds your hip with one hand, powering her cock into you, and she lifts her other hand to her mouth and bites it savagely. You are in the throes of pleasure, but gasp at the shocking sight of her blood dripping down her chin and down her pale arm. Hot demonic blood drizzles onto your taut belly just above your golden thatch.
"W-what are you... mmmm... doing?" you ask, still cumming around her thrusting cock.
She licks the ragged wound and it closes up as if sealed with plaster. The succubus brings a long-nailed fingertip down to your belly and begins to trace some sort of shape in the blood.
"This is a ritual," purrs Ashara, "that will protect you from the magic of the maze. Your mind will remain your own and Madreg will never know you were here."
Your orgasm recedes and you are able to contemplate the meaning of what Ashara is saying . She intends to claim your womb and somehow subvert the magic that would enrapture your mind.
"But I love you already," you gasp.
"It will help us escape," she replies, finishing the shape on your abdomen. You let out a gasp as the shape flashes and disappears. This is accompanied by a warm and not at all unpleasant throb deep within your body. She takes hold of your hips with both hands and pulls her cock out. "Onto your knees, my dear. I want you to feel it from behind."
You let out a surprised gasp of laughter as Ashara flips you onto your hands and knees with effortless strength. A push between your shoulder blades drives you off your hands to rest the weight of your upper body on your plump breasts and your face in the silky cushions. Ashara takes hold of your hips and raises them, exposing your ass and the hot furrow of your freshly-fucked pussy.
"Please," you whine, wriggling your hips from side to side, "I need your cock. I need it back inside me."
"Yes, you do," agrees the demoness.
You both let out a deep groan of satisfaction as her huge cock stretches you open once more. The sensation of being filled is just as good, perhaps even better, but entirely different in this position. Her grip tightens on her hips and she pulls you back against her, skewering your pussy and slapping your round ass on her shapely thighs.
The ridges and throbbing thickness of her cock drive deep inside you, finding new and wonderful ways to awaken your pleasure. Her swinging bollocks smack against your clit, further stoking your enjoyment of her cock. You're on the brink of another orgasm, when you feel a warm and velvety soft something caressing your ass. It teases back and forth and around in circles as Ashara continues to pound her cock into your pussy.
You look back over your shoulder and see the purple serpent of her tail arching behind your ass. It's trying to work its way into your tight hole. The demoness makes eye contact with you, a smile quirking her lips as she tips her head forward and drips a long strand of spit between your cheeks. The hot saliva soaks your tender clench and lubricates your hole for the fleshy spade at the end of Ashara's tail. You let out a whine of pleasure as that prehensile prod forces its way into your ass.
"That's a good girl," says Ashara and she gives your plump ass a contradictory smack. The sting of pain from the impact resonates with the sensation of being double fucked to drive you over the edge.
"Ohhhhhh, Ashara, I'm cumming again!"
The succubus answers you by gripping your hips and roughly hammering her cock into your pussy. There is no gentleness at all. She gives you a hard, bestial fucking that drives you wild. Your head jerks up as the contractions ripple through your cock-stuffed channel and your probed posterior. You toss your golden hair over your face. Your mouth hangs open in a moan of pleasure that rises and falls with each stroke of the succubus's mighty cock.
"I want your seed," you cry. "Please, Ashara, cum for me."
Her slapping hips drive you back down into the cushions. Her hands are like vices clamped to your waist as she pounds her cock into you. She fucks a third and a forth orgasm into you, leaving you a jelly-kneed pile of moaning bliss. Just when you think you are about to pass out from the ecstasy, she rolls off of you, popping her tail from your tender ass and slipping her huge cock out of your sex with a slurp.
The succubus drops onto her back on the bed, her lovely mounds swaying and her massive, deep purple cock sticking straight up and glistening with your mingled juices. Her tail slithers around her hip and rises to erection beside her, like a cobra waiting to strike.
"Ashara?" You sit up and look at her, confused and feeling particularly bereft without her cock filling your pussy.
"You want my seed," she says, her sensual voice caressing you, "then come and take it like a good girl."
"Mmmmmm!" You can't keep a smile off your face as you crawl between her thighs, dragging your dangling breasts over the hot, slick pillar of her cock. You pet her purple tail and flick your tongue across the spade of its head. It's an interesting diversion, but your attention is on that demonic cock. You run both hands over it, sparing one to fondle her huge, heavy bollocks as you use your other hand to stroke from her root to the flaring cap.
You lean your face down and slowly run your tongue from the base of Ashara's cock to the very tip. When you reach her cockhead, you trace the bulge of her glans and dip the tip of your tongue into the slick of precum oozing from her cockslit.
"I never imagined I would find someone like you inside this place," you murmur, sweetly kissing her cock. "Someone with... everything to offer me. Beauty and power and... this."
"Mmmmmm, I'm glad you like it."
You think about telling her just how much you like it, but decide it would be easier to show her. You hug your breasts against her slick cock and run your tongue around and around the sweetness of her glazing precum. You engulf her huge cockhead in your mouth and suck her, working your hand and your breasts against her shaft. Sucking her is almost as exciting for you as it is for her, even when she begins to thrust against your breasts and fuck her cock a few inches into your mouth.
"Ohhhh, Kirsten," moans the succubus. "You know this won't work if you... ohhhh... make me cum with your mouth."
"I just couldn't resist," you admit, as you climb atop her and straddle her spit-polished hardness. She caresses your hips and her tail teases your ass. You grip her cock and line it up at your entrance. You bite your lower lip as you lower yourself onto her pillar of cockmeat. Once you're fully impaled, you sit still atop her, catching your breath and preparing yourself to move atop that exquisite specimen of demonic cockflesh.
You do not rest for long. Your desire, heightened by the overwhelming scent of Ashara's arousal, drives you into action. You move as your body, your desire, instructs you, bouncing on her cock and squeezing every bump and ridge of her hardness with the inner muscles of your pussy. Ashara fondles your ass, but soon cannot resist your heaving breasts, her hands reaching up to cradle them both, squeeze them, and tease your nipples with her deft fingers.
"Cum for me," you moan. "Fill me with your seed, Ashara."
"Yesssss," groans the succubus. "Yes, I am very close now."
You quicken your pace, riding atop her cock as you feel it beginning to swell inside your clenching channel. Her tail presses at your anus. It screws against your tight hole as you ride her towards her release. At the moment of your greatest pleasure, at the cusp of your orgasm, Ashara suddenly sits up, mashing her tits against yours and holding you in a tight embrace. She thrusts into you, gasping and kissing you in the same moment as you feel her cock powerfully throb.
Molten pleasure gushes into your body. It washes through your channel and against your cervix. It pours in a flood into the sanctum of your womb. It overflows and drips down Ashara's throbbing cock. You wail in pleasure, kissing her and holding tight against her as you climax with her spurting spear. The symbol drawn on your belly throbs and seems to reach into your body. The pleasure is so intense that an incredible white light and roar of sound engulfs you.
You are not certain how long you are consumed by this rapturous nothingness. Moments? Days?
You awaken alone on the bed, sprawled nude face down on the cushions of Ashara's now very normal canopy bed. The crimson curtains flutter gently in a current of cool air. Gooseflesh prickles you from your neck and arms to your buttocks and legs. You feel a fullness in your belly and a stickiness between your thighs.
"Ashara?" you call out.
There is no answer. The intense longing you feel for the succubus seems entirely natural and untainted by dungeon's magic. You crawl out of the bed and into an empty room that smells of snuffed lanterns. Only one is still burning, casting a weak light over the layers of red that decorate the room.
You pluck the remaining lantern from its sconce and call out once more, "Ashara, are you there?"
Even her smell seems to have almost left the room. You are hurt and afraid that she has left you alone. Was this part of her plan or has something gone wrong?
You notice motion out of the corner of your eye and you cast the lantern's light in that direction. It is the huge painting of the strange tower in the midst of the ominous landscape. You walk closer, trying to discern detail in the painting. The quality of the image is incredible. The red volcanic mountains rising in the background are visible in minute detail, every fold of rock and tiny, blackened tree. You can make out pebbles on the road that seems to come straight towards the frame of the picture and leads your eye to the tower.
There it is again!
You jerk back as you see something moving inside the painting. You take it to be an insect crawling on the canvas and then you realize it is within the picture. Moving and yet incorporated into the rich oils of the landscape.
A black carriage emerges from the tower, drawn by huge land bound birds like the sort you have read about in bestiaries. You are unable to look away as the carriage draws closer, growing to fill the frame until it stops and its wheels send pebbles skittering towards you. They are so realistic you step out of the way, but no stones leave the painting, they simply disappear beyond the point of view.
The carriage is driven by a human with exquisite muscles, naked but for a black cape worn around his shoulders. His huge cock dangles between his muscular thighs. But it is his head that draws your gaze as he steps down from the carriage and opens the door. He has the head of a giant songbird, cocking from side to side and peering at you with big, black eyes that seem at once mindless and clever. He opens the carriage and stands aside from the door. He looks to you and implores you with a gesture to join him beside the carriage.
Could this be real? Could you simply step into this exquisite and strange painting? Is that at all wise, given the ominous landscape? Perhaps you should simply wait for Ashara to return.
What do you do?
Step into the painting
Wait for Ashara to return
Encounter Ten - Continue On Your Way
You lick your lips as you stare at Yalak's giant cock. No, you tell yourself. There is no time for fun with that massive thing. Not to mention the danger you would be placing yourself in if you lost control of your lust. With your sisters lost in this maze, you must stay focused on escaping this nightmare of captivity, not trying to have fun in the midst of it.
"Cover yourself, please," you say to Yalak. "Your member is distracting."
He lifts it in his hand and looks down at it.
"So big," he laughs.
"Shut up! You may be giant, but I'll still kick your skinny backside if you try anything."
"Right, right, pretty Kirsten." Yalak ducks his head submissively. You wait rather impatiently for him to return to his normal size, doing your best to avert your gaze from the distracting length of his cock flesh. It doesn't help that he keeps playing with it and manages to make it erect, probably staring at your breasts like a little pervert. Well, a temporarily giant pervert.
You're relieved when he finally shrinks back to his normal size and is able to put his cock away behind his loincloth. You start towards the iron-banded door that the manticore seemed to be guarding. Yalak whistles for your attention.
"Here, pretty Kirsten," he indicates a latch in the stone of the cave. He pulls and reveals a hidden door flush with the stone. "This better way."
"What's through there?" You point to the iron-banded door.
"Bad man. Bone man. You not like him." Yalak indicates the secret door. "Good man called Olaf through this door. He live in forge and slave like Kirsten. Very nice. Give drink."
Well, the bad bone man or this nice fellow Yalak knows named Olaf. Hardly any choice at all, but it does make you wary of your goblin companion who keeps producing new information. You stick your head through the door and realize it leads to a rather spacious tunnel.
"Alright, Yalak," you say, joining him at the secret door. "Lead the way."
You follow a mining car track for a very long time, sometimes dipping deeper and sometimes crossing wide caverns that howl with subterranean winds. There are branches heading in other directions, but Yalak warns you away and urges you to follow after him.
"Almost there," he says. "Olaf just through here."
You reach a heavy iron door and Yalak begins to pound on it with both fists. After a long stretch of intermittent fist-pounding, the door swings open to reveal a natural chamber lit by gusts of flame and the long shadow of something very strange. Your eyes widen as the door opens fully and reveals the thing standing on the other side.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Thirteen - Climb Up to Her Breasts
From the moment you laid eyes on the shapely succubus, you wanted to touch her magnificent breasts. They are huge, at least half again bigger than your own, and yet exquisitely formed, plump as a wetnurse's bosom while displaying none of the pendulous quality of age. Her lavender-hued areolas are larger than your own, with a delicate puffiness to them, rising to thick, fleshy nipples that jut from each breast at a slightly upturned angle.
You crawl your way to these twin mounds, your eyes locked upon their supple flesh and prickled caps, admiring, lusty, obsessed
already with the idea of pleasuring them.
"Do you like them?" asks Ashara, surely knowing the answer to her question by the hungry look in your eyes.
"Y-yes," you reply, crawling closer and lowering your face to inhale the natural perfume of her chest.
She gently shapes her breasts with a squeeze of her hands. Nipples press between splayed fingers that dimple the soft flesh. She releases her breasts and they jiggle back into place on her chest, quivering subtly with the motion of the bed.
"Worship them," she commands and watches expectantly with her violet eyes.
There is no resisting the order of a succubus. You gaze at her adoringly and crawl up to her gently jiggling mounds. You walk your finger over the warm flesh, reaching the summit of a nipple and giving it a testing poke. It bend beneath your fingertip and Ashara lets out a soft moan. Satisfied that this fantasy is real and not some lewd dream, you slide your hands over her breasts and begin to massage them. After only a few seconds, you are compelled by desire to begin kissing and licking her soft, sweet, creamy mounds.
"Yesss," hisses Ashara, gently guiding your head to one nipple. You lick and begin to suck. Her nipple is quite larger than your own and you savor the fleshy heat of it pinched between your lips. You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder. The succubus arches beneath you and you pop your lips free to seek her other nipple.
You cannot stop moaning as you run your tongue around and over those glorious mounds. You grind your sex against Ashara's shapely thigh, slipping your tongue over her nipples, sucking, squeezing them.
The warm, sweet milk that suddenly gushes into your mouth is a surprise. Ashara moans, as if the release of liquid is orgasm. You swallow, and it very nearly is. How sweet her taste! How rich and laden with the molecules of her desire! You slurp greedily, drawing more of her cream into your mouth. Your squeezing hand produces a geyser of warm milk from the other nipple. A slippery, thick quantity that falls over her body and yours.