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  Her thighs quake against your head. Her body slowly relaxes atop you. She finally slides off, allowing you to breathe fresh air and push yourself upright. You embrace and kiss her, playing your plump breasts and hard nipples against her comparatively tiny mounds.

  "We must please the master now," she gasps, turning your gaze to Xinophus.

  He beckons with a curled finger and you are as unable to resist his influence as Lyrica. The pair of you crawl on hands and knees and kneel at his feet. You admire his twin cocks and caress his thighs.

  "There is one for each of us," giggles Lyrica. "Would you like the smaller one?"

  She wraps her hand around the lower cock, stroking it gently as she aims its drooling tip towards your mouth.

  "No," you decide impetuously. "I want the big one."

  "Ohhhh, so naughty," she giggles.

  Your mouth descends on Xinophus' fat upper cock and you begin to suck. It is not so strange. It comes quite naturally in fact, though his flesh is very warm between your lips. The sweetness of his precum slicks your tongue and drives you to further subservient slurping. Beneath you, Lyrica's mouth works Xinophus' lower cock. She is practiced, effortless, teasing with her tongue and taking him to the root. Stroking and loudly slurping upon his length.

  "Good," groans Xinophus, resting a hot hand on each of you.

  His cocks are flexible enough that soon you are side by side, bobbing your mouths and exchanging glasses as you work together to pleasure the creature. Some part of you recoils at the thought of sucking the cock of a monster, but it is hardly a whisper in your mind. You tight your lips, hollow your cheeks and suck even harder. Your full lips pop against him. You slide off his cock and tease your tongue with Lyrica, both together swirling around his tips before you return to your sucking.

  "Yesss," Xinophus hisses and he emits a long series of clicks. The sound grows louder and louder and you and Lyrica both begin to moan with muffled anticipation. His cockmeat throbs in your mouth. It throbs again and gushes painfully hot cum against your throat.

  You wince and sputter, but keep it in your mouth. You draw strength from Lyrica's practiced sucking. She takes his spewing seed easily and you can see her throat working as she swallows it down. The almost scalding broth fills your mouth and you force it down your throat, gulping his spewing cum until your belly aches with fullness and his seed drips from your chin.

  You finally pull your mouth from his cock. You gasp for breath and are about to say something when feel a sharp pain in your shoulder. You look down and see Lyrica holding an empty glass syringe with a residue of blue liquid in its vial. She pulls the needle from your arm.

  "Welcome," she says.

  "You will make such a good assistant," ads Xinophus as you slump to the floor unconscious.

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  Encounter Fifteen - Attack

  You draw your sword from its scabbard.

  "Wait!" cries Bjorn. "What are you--"

  You slash him across his brawny chest, slicing open his tunic and opening a bloody wound in his pectorals. He reels back, thumping into the door as you reverse your swing and turn the blade, driving into him with the point. He tries to bring up his arms defensively, but you are too fast. The blade punches into his muscular abdomen and drives completely through his body. You pull the blade out and step back.

  Bjorn looks at the blood on his hands and then at you, accusingly.

  "That was... a mistake," he says, blood on his lips.

  "You got in my way," is your cold reply. "And you threatened me."

  You swing the blade again, intent on finishing what you started. Bjorn moves with shocking speed, catching your sword in his palm. The blade bites deep, but he holds. He shifts before your eyes, gray pelt sprouting from flesh, his enlarging body tearing away his clothes and his face distorted into the muzzle of a wolf. He is a giant in his hybrid form. The wounds you inflicted have already nearly healed. He yanks the sword from your hand with ease.

  "No silver," he snarls. "Can't hurt without silver."

  You back away from him, desperately trying to come up with a spell that might save you. He is too close. Too enormous and feral. You can't think clearly with this furry giant bearing down on you.

  The table next to the chair is in your way as you try to back out of reach of Bjorn. You tip over backwards, smashing the small table and falling on your back. The wolfman Bjorn falls upon you, gripping your throat in one clawed hand and tearing away your loincloth with the other.

  "Stop it! Get off of me!" You scissor your legs together and try to kick his weight of your body.

  "Graaaaagh!" Bjorn snarls and lifts you by your throat and slams your head back down into the floorboards. You are dazed by the impact and he forces your thighs open. Dimly, distantly, you feel the hot flesh of his cock against you. It is at your entrance. It is pushing into your helpless quim.

  "No," you gasp, barely able to form the word through the dizzying pain.

  "Yessss," snarls Bjorn and he thrusts his hybrid cock into your virgin sex. The pain shoots through you as he claims your maidenhead, it resonates as hot, agonizing ache deep inside you. The thrust of his blunt cock hardly improves the feeling. You are hot with pain and still struggling to make sense of what is happening.

  Your feeble efforts to squirm away only further enrage Bjorn. He pushes your knees against your tits and leans his weight into you, slamming his cock in and out of your pussy and tickling your anus with his furry bollocks. His cock is painfully big and swelling bigger by the moment. The more you squirm and whimper, the harder he fucks you and the more growls and snaps his jaws.

  "Going to fill your cunt," he growls. "Fill it and make you mine."

  His cock twitches once. It twitches again, powerfully, and you feel the hot spray of cum into your clutching channel. The instant that hot flood washes into your womb, your willpower is gone. Pleasure replaces pain, lust replaces fear, and hatred becomes a bright light of love.

  "Ohhhh yes, Bjorn!" you cry. "Fill me! Breed me with your cum!"

  You fuck against him, coaxing out a huge load of lupine fuckjuice that slurps and slops around his thrusts cock and drools down your asshole to pool on the floor. You wrap your arms in Bjorn's fur and pull him against you, looking with love into that savage.

  "You're my bitch," he growls.

  "Yes," you cry, cumming hard around him. "Yes! Your bitch!"

  You kiss his lupine snout and your tongue thrusts against his sharp teeth and the curling pink of his long tongue. This, you realize, is what you've always wanted. A huge cock to fill you and a savage brute to protect you.

  CONTINUE >

  Bad Ending - Devoured By the Roper

  You draw your sword and toss it aside with a clatter against the stone. The sound alerts the roper to your presence. Its huge eye rolls in your direction and its lipless mouth splits open with a snarl. You strip off your loincloth, dropping it down your thighs and stepping out of it as you walk towards the roper. Its tendrils flex with delight as it realizes you are walking towards it.

  "I yield," you say. "I surrender."

  "Come closer," growls the roper.

  You step closer to the creature. Your heart pounds in your chest. Your mind screams at you not to get closer to this dangerous beast, but you have surrendered. You are without hope of escape.

  "Human is pretty," snarls the roper, words emerging wholly formed from within its throat. "Soft and sweet. Come closer human. I am friend."

  You are no more than ten paces from the creature - close enough to smell its subterranean foulness - when it launches its tendrils at you. You raise your arms above your head and let the finger-width sticky tendrils lash your bare flesh, wrap around your torso and limbs, and slither between your heaving breasts. Where each tendril touches you feel a momentary burning and then dull pleasure, awakening beneath the roper's limbs, suffusing your body in a chemical heat that prompts a throbbing in your quim.

  "Ahhhhhhh," you gasp, sagging into the sticky net
of its tendrils.

  Thicker limbs slide out from the fleshy column of the roper. As its stinging tendrils massage your flesh and bind you, these fatter tentacles begin to explore your body with blunt tips dripping with slime.

  "Feel goooood pretty human," says the roper.

  "Oh, yesssss," you cry.

  The slime-covered tip of a tentacle pushes between your thighs. You feel it at the cusp of your quim and your mouth falls open in a moan of acquiescence. The roper's tendril thrusts into your virgin cunt with sudden violence, skewering and stretching your tight channel, bursting your maidenhead, and driving to the cusp of your womb. Pain pierces the ache of lust, but recedes quickly as the ropers venomous cock assaults your tight tunnel, lubricated by its unholy secretions.

  "Tight human. Feel good. Feel very good."

  "Oh, fuck me," you whine.

  You try to push your body against the webbing of stinging tendrils to fuck the roper's tentacle deeper into your throbbing slit. The roper growls and drags you nearer to its body. Near enough that you can see the stony hooks of teeth in its gaping mouth. Its huge eye stares at you with a brow forming from the smoothness of its column.

  A second fat tentacle presses between your cheeks. You are so lost to the pleasure of being fucked that when the tentacle invades your tight, virginal anus, you experience only a thrill of pleasure. Its cock winds its way into your bowels, pressing so deep it feels like the tentacle wears you like a glove. The first of many orgasms rocks your body. Sweat drips from your face and spatters on your bouncing breasts.

  The roper uses your tight quim, your ass and even your throat with equal vigor. You are in a daze of pleasure as it spews its seed into your overstretched holes and pumps your belly fat with its boiling spunk. Its slithering tentacles fuck between your breasts, between your thighs and thong your flexing bottom until further waves pour into your face, and coat your body with the foul-smelling yellow cum of the roper.

  You are so exhausted that you hardly lift your head as the roper drags you closer.

  "Time to nourish," it growls and its mouth opens wide.

  Maybe some part of you thought that surrendering to the roper would mean it would spare your life. The roper is a beast of urges and once its pleasure is satiated you have become nothing but a morsel to be devoured.

  You manage a last, weakened, "No!"

  "Yesssss," growls the roper and it lifts you head first into its gaping mouth.

  It slurps your slime-basted body and weakly kicking legs into its mouth like a piece of warm pasta. You disappear into darkness as the inhuman gullet of the roper squeezes and contracts, pulling you deeper.

  It is said that the prey swallowed by a roper no longer fight. That they find a comfortable prison trapped inside its warm gut as they slowly succumb to its venom and the digestive enzymes that surround them.

  Fortunately for you, what is said is true and your death, all things considered, is painless. A full-sized human like you will nourish a solitary roper for weeks. By the time it is hungry again, perhaps Madreg will have another plaything to try to mate with the beast. One not quite so eager to throw away her life.

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  Encounter Thirteen - Keep Stroking It

  You cannot help but smile at the succubus as you slip your fingers up and down her cock and observe the effect it having on her body. You scoot lower on the cushions, kneeling beside her waist and leaning over her a little as you wank Ashara's massive cockmeat.

  "Oh, princess," she moans, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them. "My juices are making it all slippery and your hand is gliding up and down."

  It's true, a clear liquid is flowing copiously from her she-cock, lubricating her bulging cock and filling the air with a sweet, exotic musk. The more that flows out, the louder and wetter the sound of your stroking. Her throbbing cock also seems impossibly warm. Perhaps her demonic blood grows even hotter than a human's when she is this aroused.

  You squeeze and wank her a bit harder. Your tits bounce with each up and down motion. As you lean a little closer, the sensitive head of Ashara's cock brushes against the soft undersides of your dangling breasts.

  "Ohhhhhhh!" cries the succubus, twisting her head on the pillow.

  You lift your breasts from her cock, but her obvious enjoyment of the contact gives you an idea of another way you might pleasure her new appendage. Ashara's hips work gently, thrusting her cock into your stroking fist.

  What do you do?

  Keep wanking her cock

  Smother her cock between your tits

  Encounter Six - Lie back and beg him to fuck you

  You no longer care about the consequences. You need this big orc dick inside your virgin quim.

  You never take your eyes off Reemek as you lie back on the smooth stone of the ground and spread your thighs to him. You stroke your blushing mound with your fingers, cooing and arching your back as you brush against your clit. You open yourself and show him the glistening pink of your inner cove.

  "Fuck me," you moan. "Claim my royal cunt."

  Such lewd words have scarcely ever crossed your lips. To speak them now, in the hot tempest of your lust, to a beastly orc, give you a thrill of the taboo.

  The orc's scarred lips twist into a smile as he comes over and kneels between your parted thighs. His cock is a drawn weapon aimed at your tender pink flower. He caresses your thighs and pushes your legs back, exposing you even more.

  "Do it," you moan.

  His cock bumps and gently prods against your quim. It brushes your clit and you let out a hiss of escaping pleasure. Reemek lunges atop you and his cock drives into your virgin sex with sudden violence. His bulging tip stretches you and batters past your maidenhead with a sharp pinch. Your eyes go wide as the pain echoes through your body.

  The orc's huge cock drives deeper, until it prods against your cervix and stretches your womb. Until you feel the hot weight of his balls against your clenching pucker. He has sheathed his entire rigid length in your hot cunt.

  He gives you a moment to recover and then begins kissing you, his hot tongue invading your mouth as his body rules yours and moves atop you with slow, deep strokes. The pain fades. In the hot kiss you recover your lust and find the beginnings of pleasure. Your tightness grips every ridge of his tip. When his tip prods your cervix on each stroke you let out a cry. The uncomfortable pressure becomes exquisite.

  He begins to move faster. You wrap your legs around him, your body pinned by his weight and your mind pinned by the pleasure building in your depths. Your climax breaks through you in waves. It radiates from your clit and from a peculiar spot deep inside you, rippling your muscles, clenching your ass against the tight apples of his balls. Your eyes roll back. You can almost see the colors of the pleasure squeezing your body.

  You emerge from the hot spasm of pleasure just in time to notice Reemek's ragged breathing and feel the short ferocious thrusts for what they are: his final rut to climax. Enough sense penetrates the sensations nearly overwhelming you that you recall the danger of his seed.

  "Not...not inside me," you say and push on his shoulders.

  He grunts and his yellow gaze bores into you. His cock is huge inside you. His strokes slow and deliberate and full of his restrained power.

  "Pull out," you cry. "Please. Pull out!"

  He replies to you in the guttural language of the orcs. Your body shakes with each short thrust. He suddenly grasps your head in both hands and forces you to look at him. He forces you to see his lip curl back in pleasure, to see it wrinkle his savage eyes as you feel his cock throb inside you. He claims your womb in a flood of hot seed. It pumps against your cervix, twitching out as he empties his huge balls into your royal channel.

  Love washes over you in a wave. It obliterates your reluctance and you wrap your legs tightly around him again, pulling him deep and clenching around him for his huge load. You want every drop and the orc, smiling at his triumph, is glad to give it all to you. He stops thrusting gradual
ly and lies atop you with his cock buried in your creamed channel. You cradle him with your arms and squeeze his hardness with your cunt.

  The orc seems to come to his senses. He lifts his head and looks at you, a bit of worry showing in his savage face. You kiss him and caress his scarred lip.

  "My love," you cry. "I can feel your pups inside me."

  "Madreg will be angry," he says and then his expression softens and he adds, "but it good."

  He kisses you and you share the overheated afterglow of your orgasms. There is no doubt in your mind that you have made the right choice. The magic of the dungeon has assured that you will be forever devoted to your new mate.

  You hold him tight atop you. Even as his cock goes soft and you feel some of his cum leaking down your clenched ass, you refuse to let him go. You have never felt a love so total and so pure.

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  Aftermath - Head for Tarol Now

  "I can't do it," you say to Reemek, fighting back tears. "I have been through too much to go into some orc castle. You go and see who you can save. I am going with my sisters to Tarol."

  Reemek does not argue. He bids you and your sisters a silent farewell with a nod of his head and departs.

  "We shouldn't be apart now," says Camilla, embracing you tightly.

  "I want to go home." Heidi wipes tears from her dirt-smeared face. "Can we go home now, Kirsten?"

  "Yes," you say, looking away from the castle and towards the road to Tarol. "We can go home."

  If you weren't so weary from your ordeal in the dungeon, stripped almost naked and covered in bruises and scrapes, it would almost seem like a summer stroll with your sisters. The sun is bright through the trees that line the road. Birds are singing proudly and the summer drone of the insects is relaxing. The first landmark you see along the road is the mossy ruin of a windmill. A nameless signpost on the way to Tarol that you and your sisters have passed a dozen times when traveling these roads.