Dungeon-appropriate attire
Cinder gritted her teeth and adjusted her top for what seemed like the hundredth time, although ‘top’ was a pretty generous word for the little triangle of fabric currently struggling to hold back the fleshy might of her breasts.
“Fuggin’ thing,” she grumbled, tugging the cloth back into place.
In the last chamber her party had explored, they’d all come across some kind of acid slug monster. After wrecking Micah’s sword, the slug had gone on to pretty much completely dissolve Cinder’s shirt, her pants, and one of her boots. She didn’t know if the slug had some sort of vendetta against elves, but it continued to systematically destroy Cinder’s outfit before Eulalie, the new thief they hired, had the bright idea to dump some salt on the little sluggy shithead.
Afterward, nobody admitted to having a spare shirt, so Cinder had been forced to dig through her pack for something to wear. Her two options had been a scratchy wool scarf the color of bugbear puke, or a bandanna with the words, ‘I’m here for the Gangbang!’ cross-stitched in big letters across it.
She’d picked the bandana, obviously.
Under normal circumstances, Cinder wouldn’t have bothered covering up. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d quested through a dungeon without a shirt, and honestly, she expected to come out of this one completely naked too. In her experience, it was just kinda how dungeons worked. Or rather, it was just kinda how Cinder worked them.
However, after the third time Eulalie had almost tumbled headfirst into a pit filled with spikes, Micah insisted that Cinder put something on.
“Look Cin,” he said, spreading his hands helplessly, “our new thief is going to get herself killed if she can’t concentrate, and she obviously isn’t capable of focusing on anything else with your boobs hanging out. I mean look at them, just sitting there on your chest, looking all nice, and round, and… mmm.” He licked his lips and trailed off, eyes fixed up her glorious rack as if mesmerized.
Cinder made a rude gesture and Micah snapped out of it, the enchantment of her chest temporarily broken.
“Honestly,” he continued, clearing his throat, “none of us can really concentrate, and this dungeon is dangerous. The Dread Pirate Sayyida was a complete psycho about keeping her treasure safe.”
“My tits aren’t making anyone look at them,” Cinder protested, shaking her innocent, ample chest for emphasis, “and it’s not like it’s my fault they’re so great. Total genetic lottery over here.”
Micah swallowed hard, stared, and lost the thread of the conversation again. It was fun watching him salivate, but in the end, Cinder relented.
Hence, the bandana.
Annoyed and a little horny (with her pants melted away, the warm dungeon air felt pretty good on her thighs and butt, and the looks Eulalie and the others were sending the elf’s way had been a lot like getting gang-fucked by eyeballs), Cinder crept forward down the passage. Since Eulalie couldn’t be trusted not to take a step without falling into a pit-trap, Cinder had volunteered to take point and scout ahead.
“Stupid elven wiles,” she grumbled, throwing a peeved look over her shoulder back down the dim passageway where the rest of her party was taking a rest. “Sometimes they’re just… I dunno, too wily.”
Cinder glanced down at the caramel-tanned valley of her cleavage currently struggling to bounce free of her gangbang memorabilia bandana.
“Aw, what am I even talking about? I could never stay mad at you, girls. Go on and keep doin’ your thing.”
The elf sighed and propped her bow against a wall and stretched. She put her hands on her hips and arched her back, looking around at the gloomy environs of the dungeon.
The booby-trapped hideout of the Dread Pirate Sayyida wasn’t actually so bad, as far as dungeons went. Instead of the usual rough-hewn rock walls, the passageways in this place were lined with barnacle-encrusted wood, presumably pulled from the hulls of ships that the pirate queen captured. There was also a distinctively nautical theme to the place, and all the fancy knots and compass roses made for a nice change of scenery.
Truth be told though, Cinder hadn’t really wanted to come on this dungeon crawl in the first place. She’d partied a little too hearty the night before in Moletown, and Micah had only managed to drag her out of bed by promising to eat her out.
The man could lick a mean pussy and he wasn’t afraid of getting his tongue stuck up in all the right places, but standing here with the remnants of a beery headache bouncing around her skull and her tits squeezed together in the vice of this stupid bandana, Cinder wasn’t sure the morning’s orgasms were worth all the hassle.
“There better be a big-ass pile of pirate treasure at the end of all this crap,” she muttered to no one in particular.
There was no sense in hanging around all day in some stuffy dungeon passage, so the auburn-haired elf shrugged, scooped up her bow, and started forward again. As soon as she took a second step, however, her right boob popped out of the bandana constraining her chest.
She cursed and prepared to rip the whole damn thing off- Eulalie and her wandering eyes be damned- when the floor creaked menacingly underneath her feet.
“No fucking way,” Cinder swore, “distracted by my own tits!”
Then she was weightless and airborne, falling through a void as chunks of wood and stone splintered apart around her. Cinder flailed, all of the vaunted sylvan grace of her people going right out the window.
She had just enough time to let loose an undignified squawk of surprise as the darkness closed around her.
Fish out of water
“Waugh!”
Cinder landed with a thump, a wheeze, and the musical jangle of metal sliding on metal. The last noise seemed pretty out of place, but when Cinder opened her eyes and sat up, its source became clear.
“Guess I found the pirate’s treasure horde,” she groaned, looking around at the mountain of coins, gemstones, and shiny nicknacks that had provided a dubious cushion for her fall.
It was a little tricky to stand up, what with all of the shifting treasure underfoot, but Cinder eventually gained her feet and took stock of her new situation. She appeared to have crashed through the floor into one of the dungeon’s lower levels, right into a literal island of treasure located in the middle of what appeared to be an underground sea.
The sea stretched off in all directions from the island’s golden shores, disappearing into the darkness of the enormous cavern.
“Whoa,” Cinder said, raking her fingers through her short-cropped red locks and staring at the subterranean sea. The still water had a strange teal luminosity to it, and every so often she caught a hint of sparkling light underneath its glassy surface as a school of fish swam by, their scales glowing with subtle cyan radiance.
In contrast to the dim glow of the water, the island Cinder had crashed into was positively bathed in golden light. The thick wooden masts of old ships were sunk into the surface of the little atoll at regular intervals. At their tops burned odd torches that gave off no smoke, but provided plenty of light.
Cinder recognized the spell powering the ensorcelled torches. “Everburning flame,” she said, shading her eyes with a hand and peering up at the flickering brands. “Pretty nice. The old Dread Pirate must’ve had an enchanter on her crew.”
By the light of the eternally burning torches, Cinder saw that the island wasn’t made up solely of treasure, although jewels and gems lay as thickly on the ground as sand would on a regular beach.
The carved figureheads of ships reared up from piles of plunder, doubtlessly looted by the Dread Pirate from the vessels of vanquished foes. There were entire prows and forecastles just lying around, as if a fleet of vessels had been ripped right out of the oceans they’d once plied. Great sheets of old sail cloth stuck out of the heaps of wealth, suspended by ancient rigging and hanging limp in the warm, breezeless air of the great cavern.
It was as if a cyclone had swept through a shipyard and a king’s treasury at the same time, and then proceeded to deposit the contents of both on this weird little island in the middle of an underground sea deep in the bowels of the earth.
Cinder spotted a ship’s helm jutting up from a small fortune in blood red rubies to her left, so she gave the wheel a little spin. The wheel made a ragged, splintering sound as some critical mechanism inside of it broke. It fell apart, the weathered pieces crashing into a pile of shiny platinum marks.
Cinder winced at the noise and looked around guilty.
“Shit. Sorry,” she apologized, although she wasn’t sure to whom.
The elf peered up into the darkness above. If she squinted beyond the light of the torches, she could just make out the hole she’d fallen through. Not too far away down the island, there was a mostly-intact mainmast with a crow’s nest on top of it. Cinder figured that it would probably serve as a pretty good ladder if she wanted to try and get out the way she came in. At that moment, however, the thought of all that climbing made Cinder feel tired.
“Blech. Just gonna catch my breath first, I think,” she explained to no one in particular.
Cinder looked down at her treacherous bosom, which had of course flopped its way out of her top during her free fall. The bandana was nowhere to be found.
Welp. ‘Prolly not gonna tell Maeryll about this one.
Her pale-haired companion was visiting a convent down by the Cut for a few days doing some research on who knew what.
Probably making all the nuns question their vows.
The elf sighed and reached down. She picked up a gold coin from the immense pile at her feet, then chucked it. The doubloon went skimming across the placid surface of the underground sea, cand Cinder watched until it finally disappeared beneath the faintly glowing water.
“What does one person even do with all this money?” Cinder wondered aloud, thinking of the Dread Pirate and her treasure horde.
Evidently, the answer to that was to stuff it deep in a booby-trapped dungeon like a psychopath and never spend it, which seemed pretty dumb. The elf shrugged and rolled her shoulders, preparing to make the ascent up the crow’s nest. It was about that time that the water started to bubble.
As the still surface of the underground sea became frothy with bubbles, Cinder decided that she probably shouldn’t have tossed that coin. She looked around for her bow, and her heart sank a little when she saw the weapon lying next to a silver-chased chalice, snapped right in half.
“Fuck.” She must’ve broken it during the fall.
She cast about for some other method of defending herself, and her gaze settled on the hilt of a sword poking out from a nearby treasure pile. She pulled it free, grimacing at the frankly unnecessary amount of gemstones embedded into the crossguard- it was tacky as fuck- but a few feet of gaudy steel was better than no feet of steel at all.
Cinder dropped into a defensive stance, alert and ready.
The water continued to bubble and froth, and out of the churn emerged a pair of eyes. They were enormous, roughly the size of dinner plates (if a troll was setting the table, maybe), and reflected the light of the ever-burning torches with a wet, liquid shine. The eyes blinked, and a few long, flexible tentacles rose from the sea, dripping with faintly glowing water.
It kind of looked like an octopus, although it was the biggest frigging octopus Cinder had ever seen. As she stared at the creature, a word floated up in her brain.
“No way, are you a freaking kraken?” Cinder exclaimed.
The thing in the water paused, and its giant eyes took on an air of contemplation. It finally shrugged, as if to say, ‘I dunno, man.’ With all those tentacles writhing around in the water, the shrug was a pretty impressive sight.
Kraken or not, it was at the very least- as her friend Emily would say in the sailor’s tongue- ‘un monstre de les profondeurs.’
“Cool,” Cinder said, straightening out of her fighting crouch. “I’m Cinder,” she said, pointing at her bare chest. “What’s your name?”
The kraken, or whatever it was, hesitated.
“Oh sorry,” the elf said, realizing she was still holding a sword. She tossed the glittering blade aside and spread her hands, palms up. “You just spooked me is all. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
The thing in the water blinked at her skeptically, but swam its great, hidden bulk closer until a few of its tentacles could coil among the coins scattered across the island. The tentacles were a mixed bag. Some were the kind one might expect from a giant octopus-beast, covered with suckers and thick as birch saplings. But along with those workman-like appendages, Cinder spotted several that looked a lot more…
Well, fun.
The more convivial tentacles squirmed and writhed, twitching among the coins. Prehensile and decidedly phallic to Cinder’s eyes, they were surprisingly pretty too. The coloring of the monster’s coils was a smooth ombre, transitioning from a deep navy blue closer to the kraken’s body, towards a light, almost pinkish violet at their glans-shaped tips.
Oh shit, Cinder thought, feeling a sudden heat igniting deep within the core of the ravenous furnace that served as her sex drive. Might be fun to take those things for a ride.
Or let them take her for one.
“So, what’s your name?” Cinder repeated.
The kraken made a weird burbling, fluting noise from under the water in reply.
“Huh,” the elf said, putting her hands on her hips. “Well, I can’t pronounce that, so how about… Billy the Squid?”
The octopus-thing blew a wet, rude noise that sent up a cascade of luminescent bubbles from the softly glowing water.
“Ok ok,” Cinder replied, holding up her hands. “You’re right, that’s a terrible name. What about Cephanie?”
The kraken’s eyes narrowed at her.
“Fine, alright.” Cinder groped around for something better, “How do you feel about ‘Jules?'”
The multitude of the kraken’s wiggling arms twitched into a convoluted shrug.
“Nice,” Cinder said. “So, how did you learn to understand people, Jules?”
The kraken- Jules- hesitated, then sent a tentacle slithering forward. This one had a pattern of dark navy spots and was thinner than the others Cinder had seen so far. The tentacle coiled and released, sending a great big glob of black ink squirting out from its tip.
The ink splashed onto the remains of a nearby ship’s hull, and Jules’s spotted tentacle darted out, the end of it dragging through the ink. In no time at all, he’d drawn a stick figure on the wood, sporting a very simplistic but still recognizable pirate hat.
“Ok,” Cinder said slowly, crossing her arms underneath her heavy breasts and chewing her lip in thought. “So it was the Dread Pirate Sayyida who taught you?” she guessed.
Jules made an enthusiastic wiggle with his ink-spitting appendage.
Huh.
Cinder figured she got the long and short of it. The Dread Pirate had probably nabbed Jules from the ocean when he’d been a wee sea-beast, then set him down here to guard her treasure as an extra nasty surprise for greedy adventurers. Still, Jules didn’t really seem like the people-eating type. Maybe old Sayyida had visited her stolen horde of money so often that she’d struck up some kind of friendship with the kraken?
“So what, she came down here and you two… just chatted it up?”
Cinder had to admit she was curious about the topics of conversation between a bloodthirsty pirate and a kraken.
Did they chat about the weather, or the best way to sink a ship, or what?
Jules gave another one of his involved, wriggling shrugs. His ink-spitter reared up again, and he made a few addendums to the drawing of the Dread Pirate. Cinder watched curiously as he sketched out what looked like a whole bunch of tendrils all around the stick figure. The position and angle of the ink-rendered tentacles suggested that whatever Sayyida and Jules had been up to, it hadn’t just been talking about the weather.
“Wait a sec- are you saying you two were banging?”
Jules wriggled, and his dinner-plate eyes looked smug.
“Heh,” the elf said, “awesome. Seems like the Dread Pirate enjoyed being on the receiving end of the plundering sometimes, eh?”
Not that Cinder could blame the girl. The idea of all those tentacles wrapping around her naked body, coiling across her bare flesh, thrusting and exploring slipping and sliding and filling her up…
Cinder’s nipples stiffened at the raunchy images her daydream conjured, and she unconsciously chewed her lower lip. Jules seemed to notice her excitement, and his great eyes swiveled to stare fixedly at her chest.
Cinder didn’t mind- she was pretty damn proud of her tits. Each was considerably more than a handful, and they were capped with areola as large (and much more valuable, to Cinder’s mind) as the golden doubloons littering the surface of the island she currently stood on.
Her breasts tested the seams of just about every outfit she wore, and when she had her shirt off (which was more often than not) they lay upon her chest with a provocative hang, positively begging to be touched, squeezed and tasted. Indeed, her boobs were so nice that Yolandi, the Brothelkeeper of Antwoord, had once paid a flesh thief to try and steal them for herself.
If that wasn’t a compliment, then Cinder didn’t know what was.
“You like them, huh?” she said, teasing a finger around one of the fat, hard nipples. “I like ’em too, although they’ve been getting me into a lot of trouble lately.” Cinder glanced up at the hole in the ceiling, then shrugged. “But you know what? I kind of like getting into trouble.”
The curvy elf certainly had Jules’s interest now. Cinder wasn’t super sure of what exactly krakens thought was hot. Maybe Jules would’ve preferred it if she’d had a bunch of tentacles herself, or a big, gaping octopussy. Even so, judging by all the exciting twitching the mass of his pseudopods were engaged in, whatever she was doing now was working just fine.
Several of Jules’s blue-purple tentacles quivered, shivering in excitement. Cinder let her hands trail from her magnificent breasts and down to the flare of her hips. She hooked her fingers under the band of her underwear- the last piece of clothing she had on- and tugged it upwards, giving the lavish lips of her vulva a nice wedgie with the fabric.
“Do you miss those conversations with your pirate girlfriend?” Cinder asked innocently. “You know, I’m considered a pretty good conversationalist myself.”
Maeryll might’ve disputed that, but hey, she wasn’t here to argue.
Cinder turned around and arched her back, popping out her butt a little as she pulled her underwear up tighter. The generous peach of her suntanned ass practically swallowed the straining blue fabric, and she gave her butt a provocative little shake. The spasmodic twitching of Jules’s tentacles indicated he enjoyed the sight of that very much indeed.
Alas, Cinder was pretty hard on her underthings, and this particular pair of panties had been through a lot. Being used as a prop to showcase Cinder’s assets to a horny sea-beast proved to be the final indignity it was willing to bear. Her underwear came apart with a ripping, snapping noise, and Cinder was left holding a shred of rather damp fabric.
“Oops,” she said, and gave Jules a wicked little wink.
The elven woman wasn’t sure if it was the saucy twinkle in her mischievous brown eyes, or the smell of her excitement on her ruined underwear, but either way, Jules and his many tumescent appendages decided they’d had enough of waiting. They surged forward in a ravenous looking mass.
As the tentacles rushed in, Cinder eagerly contemplated her impending fate. She hadn’t ever had sex with a kraken, but it was important for a girl to keep an open mind.
And open legs.
And an open mouth.
And, oh fuck, those tentacles were suddenly everywhere.
And it was awesome.
Jules, perhaps due to his long dry spell (the Dread Pirate Sayyida had been dead for a good while now), was pretty keen and not very interested in foreplay. Luckily, Cinder was pretty wet, and also not interested in foreplay.
Tentacles curled around her, meandering along the bends and dips of her lovely body. One of them snaked up a leg, twisting around her ankle before moving on to her calf, and then finally delving between her thighs. The thick body of the tentacle slid against the hot, wet lips of her cunt, then slithered upwards.
Jules didn’t push the investigating tentacle inside of her, although at that point Cinder was panting hard and almost ready to beg him for it. Instead, the kraken sent his appendage sliding onward, spreading around the damp evidence of her arousal as it traveled from her cunt and up between her butt cheeks. It snaked its way along her lower back, curled about her belly, and finally slipped up her chest between her breasts in a wet, wiggling glissade.
With her shapely body smeared with her own juices by a monster’s probing tentacle, the elf felt like a piece of slutty bread slathered in its own dirty butter. Cinder would be the first to admit that she’d never ever been that great with similes, but even by her low standards that hadn’t been a great one. Still, with the smell of her sex heavy in the air, all she could think about was the blunt crown of the tentacle crawling up the valley of her tits, and how much she wanted to put it into her mouth and lick the taste of herself off of it.
“C’mon Julie,” she said, pulling urgently at the thick purple shaft of the tentacle, “let me suck it.”
The tentacle tasted slimy and vaguely sweet, a mixture of the familiar tang of Cinder’s own pussy with the briny flavor of the ocean. The elf’s cheek bulged as the tentacock explored her mouth, and she felt it pulse and thicken against the warm bed of her tongue.
Every time the tentacle gave a little throb of excitement, the part of it still rubbing between her legs pulsed as well, which felt pretty fucking great against Cinder’s lust-swollen clit. Thus incentivized, the elf opened her mouth wider and tried to cram more of the tentacle dick down her throat, tugging the shaft for good measure while she did so.
The bulk of Jules’s exploratory tentacle rubbed and slid between her legs, all while the end of it thrust eagerly into Cinder’s hungry, sucking mouth. When it finally reached the peak of its pleasure, Cinder realized she could actually feel the bulging load of kraken-jizz travel along the length of the tentacle. It pulsed warmly against her cunt before snaking its way along the slippery part pressed between her ass cheeks. She tracked the load’s movement along her body, all the way up until it exploded in a gushing torrent of spunk from the blunt tip still thrusting happily between her eager lips.
Salty jizz flooded the elf’s mouth and throat, but although she gagged a little, Cinder wasn’t a blushing elfmaid. She could take a load with the best whores in Moon’s Landing. More to the point, she had.
Jules withdrew the spent tentacle from her mouth with a wet slurp, and the cascade of spunk Cinder hadn’t been able to swallow fast enough rushed from her plump lips in a frothing spume of milky white. It ran down her chin and neck, coating the sweet curve of her chest in a thick, dripping sludge.
Cinder felt a glob of it hang from her left nipple and shivered with delight.
“Shit, that was awesome! Do you think- waugh!”
Whatever Cinder thought, it was preempted by more tentacles exploding from the glowing, blue-green water. Jules, having had a sample of the joys of the elf’s flesh, apparently wanted to eat the whole damn meal.
“Alright, let’s fucking do this!” Cinder managed to gasp out before another tentacle took the place of the first in the elf’s mouth.
A nest of Jules’s slimy, contorting, dick-like appendages slithered forth, sliding all over Cinder’s body. They coiled around her legs and her torso, slipping under her armpits and wrapping around her breasts, squeezing, tugging, prodding, and dripping. One tentacock after the other was presented for Cinder to blow, which she did with great glee and rampant enthusiasm.
Cinder’s mouth made sloppy wet popping noises as she sucked each tip presented to her. The tentacles wrapped around her arms so that it was a little hard to move, but she did her best to reach out and grab a firm, slick shaft in either hand, jerking a tentacle-cock off a pair of them while a third plumbed the depths of her mouth and tested her gag reflex.
Sometimes, pairs or trios of them tried to cram their way past her lips together, and the elf did her best to accommodate the slippery little bastards and up as wide as she could. There were dozens of them, twisting and twining around her body and fighting to get between her lips.
She was quickly covered in Jules’s spend, thick layers of it hanging in dripping ropes from her tits, face, and smeared across her belly. Overwhelmed in the best possible way, the smell of spunk grew so strong that it almost made her eyes water. Every time one of the tentacles came, she could feel the load throb along its length, and with so many of the shafts pressed between her legs, it didn’t take long for the elf to come herself.
She screamed around the pair of urgently thrusting cocks in her mouth, feeling her stomach muscles tense and contract as the orgasm rippled through the jiggling curves of her flesh.
Cinder let her mind drift into a slutty, raunchy haze. She loved sucking dick, and this was like a one monster blowbang. She saw Jules’s dinner-plate-sized eyes out there in the water, watching the proceedings intently, his gaze fixed on the mess of her wetly shining skin.
His krakenish brows knitted together, and she felt another pulse of cum traveling up one of his many thrusting tentacles. He seemed to enjoy the sound of her desperately chugging the torrent of his spunk, and as she gagged on his latest load, he made an excited fluting noise somewhere under the water, presumably where his mouth was.
Jules was giving her face and throat a pretty good working over, but it seemed that the kraken wanted to try out some new ways of violating Cinder’s nubile, elfin body. With an ease that hinted at his impressive strength, Jules lifted Cinder right off the coin-covered ground with his grasping coils, and then forced her back down onto all fours.
Gold coins and gemstones pressed into the palms of her hands, her cheeks, and her tits and the tentacles arranged her into the position Jules wanted, which was apparently face down, ass up. Cinder’s view was somewhat obstructed by the mass of purple-blue flesh exploring her body, but she felt the girth of a thick tentacle slide against the dripping wet lips of her cunt. She moaned, clenching her hands into fists with the delicious, heated anticipation of getting absolutely wrecked by a kraken, doggy style.
Octo-style? Whatever, it didn’t fucking matter.
What mattered was that the tip of one of Jules’s many cocks was pressing at the entrance to her pussy, gently nudging past her dewy nether lips, and fuck, oh fuck, he was finally inside of her.
Another tentacle whipped out and gave her ass a slap, and the hot sting was a sweet contrast to the beautiful agony of the thick kraken cock getting fed, inch by glistening inch, into Cinder’s cunt.
“Yeah, fuck yeah!” Cinder howled as the appendage railing her started to thrust more vigorously.
She came again and felt the juices of her well-primed pussy spurt out as contractions of pure bliss wracked her body. There was a splashing noise, and she was pretty sure she’d just squirted girlcum into an emerald-encrusted goblet worth more than a small farmstead.
“Haha, I have some pretty good aim- ulp!” A tentacle wormed its way into her mouth and started rutting her face, and Cinder got the message. More fucking, less talking, thank you very much.
Sure, whatever. Just keep doing me like that, you big, squiddy bastard.
The first tentacle rutting her pussy exploded deep within her, but before it withdrew Cinder felt Jules pressing another one into the entrance of her spunk-greased cunt. Her eyes widened as the second tentacle-dick joined the first, but there was enough cum and cunt-juice to make it work, and Cinder soon found her pussy home to a pair of roughly thrusting appendages.
When the third slithered up her thigh its destination was pretty clear. Cinder’s eyes widened and she let out a deep, desperate noise like the lowing of some whorish cow, but the third tentacle joined its mates anyway. Soon, Cinder found that she had a writhing mass of kraken cocks savaging her cunt.
Damn, she realized, I lost count of how many of the slippery fuckers got inside of me.
The elf felt deliciously stretched and so very, very full. The ridges of the gold doubloons scattered on the floor dug into her tits, and the coins made a jangling, sliding noise as her body slipped against them, wracked by Jules’s frenzied fucking. She felt wild, almost out of control, on the edge of… ah, there it was.
“AUGHHH!”
She came again, and this time it was a long, torturous thing, a molten wave of intense bliss that started in her sex and exploded through her body, curling her toes and making her eyes roll into the back of her head.
Even as she came Cinder felt a warm, wet splat against her forehead, and she realized Jules had unloaded a dual spurt of cum directly on her face with another pair of tentacles. The fact just made her cunt spasm harder around the thrusting melange of kraken cocks jamming its merry way between her legs.
The first tentacle vying for supremacy in her pussy twitched, convulsed, and deposited a hot, wet load inside of her still-spasming cunt. That seemed to be a signal for the rest of them, and soon her vagina was filled with roiling, tropical wetness that gushed out like a fountain when the tentacles withdrew. It cascaded down in a soggy splatter from her freshly fucked cunt onto the floor. Her knees slipped around in the sludge, but Jules held her body steady amidst his coils.
“H-holy shit,” Cinder managed to pant, “I think the real treasure of the Pirate’s Dungeon is you, Jules, not this shit!” The elf tossed away a bronze statue sporting a pair of garnet eyes as if it were trash. “The Dread Pirate can keep her loot. I want more dick! Er, tentacles? Tentadick?”
Jules didn’t seem overly interested in labeling his fleshy appendages, but he did seem interested in granting her request. More of his blue-pink pseudopods wrapped around the cum-smeared elf and hoisted her up. She felt briefly weightless before she was plonked down on her bottom. Gold coins, stuck to her skin with a mixture of her own sweat and the gallons of kraken-spooge moisturizing her body, fell from her tits.
The spent tentacles had already slipped back into the water, oozing creamy spunk from their tips, but Jules had plenty more to replace them. As the next pair started to probe curiously at her gooey vulva, Cinder leaned back and settled in for the long haul.
***
Elven stamina was pretty legendary, but even Cinder had to admit she was bushed. She’d stopped counting her orgasms a while ago, and didn’t even want to think about how much of his fluid Sebastion had poured onto her body, or into it. It seemed like he might want to take a break, grab a drink, or maybe eat a snack, but the guy was relentless.
Did fish even drink? As an elf Cinder felt as though she should know the answer to that question, but hey, she wasn’t even sure that Jules was a fish in the first place.
She was covered, soaked inside and out by kraken-y ardor. She liked the way it felt on her body, greasy-wet and slick, making every movement she made slippery and lubricated. She could even feel it squishing between her armpits.
She felt provocative and sensual, like some kind of siren, or mermaid, or whatever else that was fishy and hot and lived in the ocean. And that krakens like to fuck, clearly.
Speaking of fishy…
Cinder hadn’t been able to smell the briny stench of Jules’s cum for a while, which probably just meant that her nose had given up entirely in an act of shameless self-preservation. In all likelihood, she smelled like the bottom of a fisherman’s hold, but fuck, with those tentacles working her over like a one-monster orgy, it was so totally worth it.
“Hey Jules,” she mumbled, feeling the wet heat of another load pulse deep between her legs. “I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep going and have at it, alright? Just try not to-” here she yawned and stretched, catlike, “-wake me up for a while. ‘Kay?”
Jules raised the ink-spraying tentacle he’d used to draw on the ruined ship’s hull, and gave her a nautical-looking salute. Another set of tentacles slithered out of the water and snaked across the coins and gems, seeking the sheath of her warm, wet hole. The rhythmic, wet splashing noises Jules made while he was fucking Cinder’s dripping pussy were oddly soothing to the elf’s pointed ears.
Hm, she thought as a proboscis curled around one of her nipples and gently tugged at it, I wonder how Micah and the others are doing?
Cinder drifted to sleep, and in the haze of her exhaustion and lust, the cum squirting down onto her body felt like warm, thick rain.
That’s a ‘yes’ to butt-stuff
Cinder awoke, feeling strangely empty.
It wasn’t just the lack of tentacles stuffing her pussy, although she was sadly vacant in that regard, too. Cinder sat up, shifting amid the mountain of gold and silver. When her belly made a loud, insistent ‘wharblegarble’ noise, the source of the emptiness she felt became apparent.
That marathon of tentacle sex had apparently given her an appetite.
Cinder peered out across the water faintly glowing water, but the surface of the underground sea was glassy and still. Jules appeared to be nowhere in sight, so Cinder rose to her feet, stretched, and tried to work out the kinks from her muscles.
“Shit. I haven’t been fucked like that since the time I stumbled into the locker room after a siegeball game,” she declared out loud, brushing a strand of auburn hair from her eyes.
The hair made a dry, crunchy noise at her touch, and she realized that her reddish-brown locks were positively spackled in dried kraken jizz. Cinder sighed. In the line of duty, knights got helmet-hair, and elven rangers got cum-coifs. It was just the way that dungeon crawls went.
The elf grimaced and looked down, noting the rest of her was in much the same state as her crusty locks. The warm, flickering light of the ever-burning torches illuminated the layers of filth caked on Cinder’s body. The dried deluge of Jules’s excitement flaked away from her tits and belly as she moved, spunk peeling from her skin like the carapace of a molting crab.
Cinder flicked a bit of desiccated jizz from her left nipple.
“Heh, that’s kinda gross.” She snorted a chuckle, then headed towards the shoreline, intent on washing up.
The moment Cinder’s toes dipped into the warm water, however, a torrent of bubbles rose to the surface, followed not long after by Jules’s two great, gleaming eyes. The giant monster octopus looked very pleased to see her. A pair of tentacles emerged shortly thereafter, and the first one gave the elf a friendly wave, while the second held a large, slippery-looking fish.
“Aw, for me?” Cinder asked as she accepted the fishy offering when Jules dropped it into her arms. “How considerate.”
She was pretty sure that a guy was usually supposed to take a girl out to dinner first before railing the shit out of her, but Cinder hadn’t ever been one to follow the rules all that closely.
The elf rooted around in the piles of treasure until she found a comically ornate knife, and then set to work gutting Jules’s gift. She had it cleaned and descaled in short order, and before long she was roasting chunks of it in the flames of one of the ever-burning torches.
“Cave-fish tastes pretty good!” Cinder declared, grease running down her chin as she ate. “You know,” she said, her mouth full of fish, “maybe thish ishn’t such a bad dungeon after all.” She swallowed, grinning, and wiped her face clean. “Definitely not the worst one I’ve been in, that’s for sure. Remind me to tell you about the one with the sex-crazed golem without the arms sometime.”
Hunger sated and thirst quenched by a pool of water she found gathered in the hollow of a stalagmite, Cinder set about washing the crust of spunk from herself. The elf splashed into the underground sea and scrubbed herself clean as best she could. When she emerged, a beaming smirk splitting her face, Cinder felt like a brand new elf.
She pushed her hair out of her face, and as she slicked back her sea-wet auburn locks, she caught Jules staring. The motion of raising her arms to push back her hair just happened to showcase the lovely, tantalizing hang of her breasts, something that the kraken- with his enormous eyes- hadn’t missed.
“Hey,” Cinder asked, “are you staring at my tits?”
Jules blinked, then nodded vigorously, the motion sending ripples out across the water.
“Ok,” the elf replied, “just making sure.”
“So,” she continued conversationally, brushing aside a smattering of electrum coins off the surface of a convenient rock and plopping down onto it, “who was better; me, or that pirate lady?”
Jules considered this for a moment, then reached out with his special ink-spewing tentacle. He squirted a fresh splat of tarry black against the ship’s hull and amended his drawing slightly by giving the stick figure long, pointy ears. He also added a pair of round circles to the stick figure’s chest, which at that point was frankly unnecessary. Cinder had gotten the picture, so to speak.
“Yeah, good answer,” she replied, winking at Jules. Cinder let loose a lazy yawn, then stretched languorously out on the rock, running her fingers along her body and tracing the shape of her curves.
Jules’s enormous eyes followed the path of her hands with rapt attention.
“It looks like I’m gonna be here for a while,” said the elf, resting back on her elbows and totally ignoring the escape route provided by the mast and crow’s nest. “Y’know, until my friends find me, that is. What should we do to pass the time, while we wait?”
The mass of wriggling tentacles rising up from the water indicated that Jules had some ideas he wanted to propose to her.
“I like where your head’s at,” Cinder declared, giving the kraken a lopsided grin, “but why don’t you let me prime the pump, and build a little tension first. What do you say?”
Jules’s blue and pink coils looked like they were pretty primed already, but Cinder wanted to work her pussy back into a properly drooling state.
“You like to watch?” she asked, her voice low and husky. “Let me put on a show.”
The elf plucked a jeweled scepter from the endless treasure pile. It was made of gold and set with ridges of polished topazes and fire-sparkling opals. It also happened to be just about the right size for a little self-care.
“More like elf-care,” Cinder giggled.
She sat back on the rock and spread her long, limber legs. Cinder walked two fingers between her breasts and down the centerline of her body, until she reached the flower of her sex. She parted the petals of her vulva with her fingers, giving the avidly staring kraken a good look at just about everything she had going on between her thighs.
The pink of her cunt glistened in the magical torchlight, and as she ran her fingers up and down the lips of her pussy, Cinder felt that sweet, aching need begin to build. It didn’t take much to set her off, but then again, for Cinder that had never been a problem.
While she stroked her kitten, Cinder got busy with the scepter, making a show of sucking on the tip of the golden rod and getting it nice and lubed up with her spit. As she fellated the jeweled baton, Cinder reflected that it wasn’t even the most expensive thing she’d ever put in her mouth. She was pretty sure that she’d sucked off a prince at some point, although what he’d been a prince of, exactly, Cinder didn’t remember.
After a few rounds of gagging herself with the scepter, the shining metal surface of the thing was covered with the ropy strands of her saliva. Cinder pressed it down her body, leaving a trail of slime behind wherever she rubbed it until finally, she held it hovering over the open lips of her pussy.
Jules blinked, and wherever his mouth was underneath the water, she was pretty sure it was drooling.
Instead of sliding the scepter between the open petals of her pussy, however, Cinder had other plans. With her spit still hanging in long drips from the burnished metal surface of the rod, the elf leaned back farther, reached down, and spread her ass open. Jules’s eyes went wide when he realized what she was up to.
With a noise that was half-grunt, half-sigh, Cinder began to slide the tip of the scepter into the pink wrinkle of her asshole.
“Fuuuuck,” she hissed, relaxing her sphincter as she fed her hungry ass as much of the rod as it could take.
She took plenty of breaks to get used to the size of it, alternating between staring at Jules’s gigantic octopus eyes to gauge his reaction, and taking peeks down between her legs to watch the filthy sight of her ass getting speared by a length of solid gold, encrusted with jewels.
“That looks pretty awesome, doesn’t it?” she asked, and although Jules made one of his fluting burbles of excitement, the question had been rhetorical.
Of course it looked fucking awesome.
Once her ass had adjusted to its glittery invader, Cinder started to be a little more vigorous with her masturbation. She stuffed her ass with the scepter in short, fast pumps, while rubbing her clit frantically with her other hand. She spat a few times on her cunt, letting the saliva trickle down to her asshole to keep the lube going, but after the elf got started, her pussy supplied plenty of juice all on its own.
Some girls were squirters. Cinder had always been more of a gusher.
“You like how nasty I am, Julie?” she growled, legs spread and twitching as she savaged her own asshole and sent her fingers dancing across the flower of her cunt. “Shit, I can feel my ass stretching ouuuut.” She drew out the last word, inserting the golden scepter almost halfway into her greedy bottom.
Cinder came not long after, bleating like a slutty, pointy-eared sheep and making an absolute mess of the very nice, probably historically important, scepter.
Jules seemed to take all of her thrashing around and jubilant wailing as his cue. The tentacles he’d been holding back at the water’s edge slithered forward and snagged Cinder her arm.
“But stuff?” she gasped. She was still riding the high, and the question came out more like a plea.
Jules’s response was to flip her over onto her stomach and wriggle his tentacles between the plump pillows of her ass cheeks, seeking the stretched hole of her filthy divot.
So, butt-stuff was confirmed, then.
“If you fuck my ass, you have to cum in my ass,” Cinder said. “You know, a little squid-pro-quo.”
The elf arched her back as much as she could from her prone position on the rock, as if to make an offering of her asshole to the kraken. She felt like one of those sacrifices in an old story, tied up and left out as appeasement for a monster to ravage.
“Fuck, I wish we had some shackles,” she said wistfully.
Then Cinder felt the thick, inevitable pressure of one of Jules’s tentacles prodding the entrance to her asshole, and she had to save all her breath for joyous, exuberant screaming.
Even with the helpful stretching she’d given her butthole earlier, Cinder’s ass felt full to the brim as Jules’s blunt-tipped tentacle pushed into it, forcing its slime-lubed way inside of her most private of places. It advanced inch by glorious, gratifyingly agonizing inch, slipping deeper with every wet thrust. The ring of her ass reflexively tightened around its girth, and Cinder had to force herself to relax and just fucking take it.
Once Jules had felt his way inside of her bowels to a depth that seemed to please him, he started to fuck her more rhythmically. Each thrust was accompanied by a filthy, sloppy sucking sound as Cinder’s ass gripped the kraken-cock, hugging it as if she didn’t want it to leave the snug fastness of her anus.
I will milk your dick- er, tentadick- dry with my asshole.
Prone and pinned to the stone on an island of pirate treasure under the light of flickering, enchanted torches, Cinder tried to fuck back against Jules, but he had her nailed to the rock with his flexible dick in her ass pretty well by that point. When another tentacle slithered between her legs, seeking the available, honeyed hole of her cunt, she couldn’t do anything but scream.
“Yeah! Fuck my holes up! Whatever you want, come and take it!”
Jules apparently took that to heart, because in the next instant several more thick, brine-greased tentacles forced their way between her lips and started to rut her mouth.
Cinder lay there in total whorish bliss, every part of her invaded, explored, stimulated, and suffused with the sensations of rough, sweet sex. It felt as though she was getting filled up to her ribs with cock.
Then Jules started coming, his tumescent appendages erupting inside of her cunt, her ass, her mouth, and upon her back, and Cinder lost her mind to the ecstasy a little.
Time passed. The elf’s asshole felt used and hot and greasy, the sense of incredible fullness growing and spreading until she didn’t know where she finished and Jules’s thrusting, hungry appendages began. She was like a cum-filled meat puppet, a toy meant for only producing orgasms and providing pleasure, and gods be damned, she was fucking great at it.
Cinder’s tanned, comely body was drenched in sweat and other fluids, shaking and quaking as the climaxes she was forced to endure bled together in a single watercolor landscape of rapture. Her nerves felt like they were on fire, and her senses charged with lightning, but there was nothing she could do but lay there, pressed into the rock of the island, and just get fucked.
The tentadicks picked up the pace, pounding into her cum-swilling holes like a wild hog in its rut. Well, except the hog had tentacles and was in fact a giant sea beast. So, not really like a hog at all, but at that point, Cinder didn’t care about the simile anymore because her ass was getting absolutely desecrated, and at the same time her pussy was eating as much tentacle dick as the velvet channel of her vagina could swallow.
Cinder had rarely felt so fucking used. “Rmmmfh!” she tried to shout around the quartet of kraken-cocks plundering her mouth.
As her entire body shook and bounced with the frantic thrusting, Cinder’s screams took on a ragged edge. More tentacles encircled her legs, pulling them apart so that the nubile elf was open and stretched to the limit, all while various plunging appendages deposited their loads inside of her.
When they’d spent themselves, Jules removed the pair of tentacles (when had he stuffed another one up there?) from her butthole with a wet pop. Cinder squeezed her muscles, and like a cork on a champagne bottle, a little geyser of kraken cum squirted from her ass.
It fell with a splatter on the backs of her thighs and the priceless antiques scattered around the island’s surface. Jules’s dinner-plate eyes widened with glee, and he plowed away at her cunt with renewed vigor until the tentacle thrusting there spasmed, rippled, and blew its wad deep inside of her pussy.
“Fucking fuck,” the elf gasped, leaking everywhere as she rolled over.
Jules looked a little too pleased with himself, so she spread her legs again and said, as seductively as she could with cum leaking out of her thoroughly molested orifices, “How about round two?”
She put a finger to her lips in thought.
“Wait. Actually, is that round three? Shit, I’ve lost track. Anyway, whatever. Fuck me up again?”
Time flies
Jules was more than happy to rail the lovely elf again, again, and then at least once more for good measure. Cinder eventually drifted off to sleep, lying there blissful amid a puddle of warm, sticky emanations.
***
When she woke up, Cinder found that she was lying on her side. She stirred, smiling at the memories of what Jules had done to her.
The amorous kraken had spent a while trying out new positions, lifting her body with his strong, wiggly arms and exploring interesting and varied ways to fuck her. Her favorite had probably been when he flipped her upside down, and while Cinder was hanging there like a slutty bat, had filled her pussy with cum until it leaked out and dripped onto her face.
The taste of his salty spend mixed with the sweet nectar of her cunt still lingered on her tongue.
When Cinder tried to get up, she found that she’d practically been welded to the rocky floor with kraken semen. She managed to pull herself free without leaving too much skin behind, and when she looked around she found another fish thoughtfully laid out nearby for her to eat. There was no sign of Jules.
Cinder yawned and blinked the sleep (and other things) from her eyes, and tried to figure out what had woken her up.
“There! See that hole in the floor? Do you think that she fell through?”
The voice was distant and familiar. It drifted down from the rent in the cavern ceiling up above the island, and Cinder’s pointy ears twitched when she recognized who was talking.
“Hey Micah!” she shouted, gaining her feet and carefully picking her way across the mountains of coins and gemstones so she could stand underneath the gap in the ceiling. “I’m down here!”
“Oh, there she is,” she heard the voice of the thief, Eulalie.
Cinder squinted into the gloom up above and was just able to make out a figure crouched beside the ragged rim of the hole.
“Is she ok?” came Micah’s question.
“She’s totally naked, and it looks like a roc took a great big bird-crap all over her.”
“Oh thank the gods.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah, that sounds about right for her. Hey Cin, you alright down there?” Another figure joined the rest at the edge of the hole up above, which Cinder assumed was Micah.
“Whoa, you found the treasure!” he exclaimed.
The elf spread her arms to indicate the vast horde of shining, glittering wealth.
“‘Course I did,” Cinder shouted back, cupping her hands around her mouth. “You brought me along because I’m a professional when it comes to this sort of thing, remember?”
Micah snorted. “Right. Hey, be careful down there. There’s supposed to be some kind of monster guarding the Dread Pirate’s loot.”
“Yeah, I met him. He’s kinda grabby, but pretty cool.”
“Uh, ok,” said Micah, sounding skeptical. “Sure. Just hold on, we’ll get you out of there.”
There was a rustle of movement from the cavern’s ceiling, and Cinder took a step back as her friends tossed a length of rope down through the hole. Micah slid down not long after, followed by Eulalie’s lithe form.
“Thanks, but you guys didn’t need to use the rope. That thing is basically a ladder.”
Cinder pointed to the tall mainmast sticking out of a heap of gold coins. The crow’s nest at its top was practically scraping the ceiling, right next to the hole she’d fallen through.
Micah looked in the direction she pointed, and when he returned his gaze to the elf, his expression was one of pure, unvarnished incredulity.
“Cinder, you could get out this whole time? Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you?”
The elf shrugged. “Couple of hours, maybe?”
“Two days,” Eulalie said flatly. The brown-haired thief was staring at Cinder’s cum-coated tits with an expression stuck halfway between avarice and polite disgust.
“Two days, huh?” Cinder said, scratching idly at her bottom. “Wow. Time flies when you’re having fun, I guess.”
Micah glared at her.
“Aw man, don’t give me that look. Check out all this sweet loot.” Cinder bent and retrieved the scepter she’d used earlier. She held cum-and-jewel encrusted scepter out to Eulalie. “See, there’s plenty of treasure to go around!”
Eulalie wrinkled her nose, but took the rod all the same, holding it gingerly between thumb and forefinger.
Micah stroked his chin, staring out at the vast piles of gold and gemstones. “How are we going to get all of this loot out of here?” he wondered aloud, but his musings were interrupted by a gurgling noise from out on the underground sea.
The glowing water began to froth and bubble. Micah and Eulalie exchanged nervous glances and reached for their weapons, but Cinder beamed them a sunny smile.
“No clue about the treasure,” she declared, “but I’ve got a friend that I want to introduce you to. Hey- on that note, do either of you want to watch me get railed by a kraken?”
Eulalie raised a tentative hand, then lowered it when she caught Micah staring at her.
“Eh, who am I kidding,” Micah said, raising his hand too.
“Nice!” said Cinder. “Hey Jules, there’s a couple of people I want you to meet!”
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