#pervert!adventurer

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In which get all drugged, dumb, and toyed with by an alraune.

You fucked up again. The thought slides slippery through your brain as the alraune offers you more nectar.

You were... supposed... You were adventuring and... fuck...

You can't form a cohesive thought as the sap coats your throat. The alraune's vines wrap around you tighter, pulling you close against her. Her giggles fill your ears, drowning out the distant thrum of panic.

What were you doing again?

Another drop of sap tastes your tongue, and you forget the answer. Vines crawl over you, writhing and wriggling, sliding in and out of you.

You were supposed to be doing... something... and then... but you...

All you can do is start and stop, shuddering into an orgasm you barely recognize.

You need to get out of here. You need... to... relax? Relaxing seems nice. And the sap tastes so good. And the vines make you feel so good. Why do you need to get out of here?

You pulse with another orgasm, the alraune drinking every last drop up.

All you can do is moan. You thought you were standing, but she's holding you. It's very nice of her, you're really sleepy.

You suckle down more sap eagerly. You just need a minute, then you'll remember.

It's probably not that important.

The alraune giggles again, dumb and ditzy... or maybe that's you. Oh well... you... have... oh never mind. It's so much easier to just float. You drift, drinking and cumming.

You're drooling, but she's got your hands all tangled up in vines. Maybe it's okay, she wouldn't be fucking your face if she was worried about a mess.

Floating in bliss, you shudder into another orgasm. Straining against her vines is ecstasy is the only possible reason your dumb, drugged brain can come close to figuring out.

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In which a slime lives inside you and makes you cum slimes. Now be a good little incubator and find someone to fuck.

Killing slimes was supposed to be an easy way to make some money. They are practically just balloons you have to pop.

It was your fault you didn’t keep your guard up, your fault that when you had to pee in the bushes, you didn’t go that far.

You got ambushed with your pants around your ankles and well… one wriggled inside you. The damn thing was surprisingly agile and determined. By the time you had fended off the other attacks well… it was too late.

You couldn’t exactly go fishing around your cunt in the middle of the woods to try and pull a slime out of yourself.

Though maybe you should have at least tried, because you can feel it pressing deeper, worming its way further and further inside you.

It’s incredibly distracting and more than a little concerning. At least it doesn’t seem to be trying to digest you.

Though that relief quickly begins to fade as you feel the slime start to expand. At first you think it’s just bloating, but no. The slime is starting to stretch you out, growing inside you… incubating.

That premise shouldn’t make you throb the way it does. You need to get it out. It’s just your damn luck that the nearest doctor is in a town a week’s journey away. You’ve got no choice but to endure it.

And it only gets worse, the swelling, you’re pretty sure your body is not supposed to be able to stretch like this so easily. Is it changing you somehow? Assimilating you? The thought makes you walk faster. The squirming weight inside you a constant torment. You’ve already soaked through your pants in slimy excretions. You try not to think about it.

The next morning you wake in your tent with a cock. A tentacle of slime that had slid out of you, solid and far too sensitive. The slime has fused with your nerves, it’s the only explanation for why fucking your hand could possibly feel so good. It’s a part of you now.

And fuck you can’t stop fucking your hand. If only you had something more, something warmer, something tighter.

You don’t get to walking until after lunch, a visible bulge in your pants that twitches with every step.

You feel full, you need to cum so bad, you need to cum inside someone so bad.

You end up leaning against a tree, desperately fucking yourself at the side of the road. Just a short break, just a quick one to clear your head.

Your cock feels so fucking good, you could live like this forever. And when you cum, its minds shattering as a small slime spurts from your new tentacle.

It goes hopping off into the woods leaving you alone with your throbbing tentacle. You feel a little less full, but one orgasm was hardly satisfying enough.

At this rate you’ll never make it to town, you can barely cum out slimes as fast as new ones are grown. You’ll be confined to the forest forever, a slime incubator, desperate to find a nice warm host to fill with your spawn.

Though every time another slime slides free from you with a shudder, you find you don’t mind that possibility quite as much as you did before.

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In which a mimic thinks you'd be perfect to incubate its eggs.

Getting captured by a mimic is the lowest of lows for any adventurer. The stupid things look like a big wooden chest, they aren’t weren’t exactly subtle.

But as the acid melts away at your clothes, and you think this is finally it, you realize a whole new uncomfortable truth about mimics.

It’s not solid, so there’s no escaping as it’s squirming ovipositor slides inside you, hot and slick. Then you feel the pressure, the bulges of eggs as it fucks them into you.

Just as quick you’re left panting on the dungeon floor, throbbing in confusion and arousal. It didn’t rat you… so there’s that. But now you have to walk all the way back to town, your clothes ruined, and your cunt full of eggs.

With every step, you can feel them shift and jiggle inside you. When you cum on the side of the road alone, a pathetic sound squeaking out of you, you can only be grateful that you’re all alone out here.

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In which the dragon is really interested in all the little whimpers you make.

Its tongue was hot and heavy. You squirmed, still trying to free yourself from underneath the dragon’s massive paw.

It was going to devour you, you knew it, yet it just kept licking, tasting your skin. Its tongue swirled around your most sensitive areas, your clothes long shredded from its claws. Oh fuck.

You should have run too. You had tried to be a hero. Now, a massive beast had you at its mercy, its snout prodding and inspecting.

Its tongue was rough; each stroke made you whimper. It was playing with you like a cat might with a mouse. If you weren’t so terrified, it might have felt… good.

No, it certainly felt good, and it hurt, its claws pressing into your skin. What did it want from you?

You let out a gasp, a massive tooth scratching at your thigh as its tongue rolled over you. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You arched off the ground and were immediately pinned back down, held in place.

It knew what it was doing. The dragon knew what it was doing. Teasing you, tasting you, fucking you like this against the stone of its lair. It was the only explanation. 

You couldn’t reach your sword, your companions had fled, and you could barely breathe under the weight of its talons. And yet all it did was torment you, lick and curl, sliding against you until your hips bucked purely out of instinct.

You couldn’t help it. The adrenaline, the sensations, the fear, what else could you do but get off on it?

The dragon’s breath was hot, its tongue firm and insistent, snout pressed against your crotch. You ground up, shame curling through you as burning as the smoke the beast exhaled.

It licked you again, and you came on the tongue of a dragon.

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In which the gnoll chieftess fucks you into a puddle very publically.

Okay, this time it’s not your fault. You really thought you had the Gnoll chieftess on the ropes, at least until she promptly pinned you. Fortunately, the Gnolls are an honourable people; her offer is a simple one, a day of your servitude for your freedom.

You thought you’d just be carrying her bags or something not~ oh fuck!

Her psudopenis stretches you out again, the sounds you’re making are uncontrollable as she ruts you into the ground. Maybe you should have seen this coming. Given their reproductive challenges, it’s no wonder they have a reputation for fucking other races, but you- fuck, you can’t bring yourself to finish following that line of thought as she slides out and bottoms out inside you again.

You’re dripping down your thighs, lying so that your face is in the deer skin rug. Your arms have long given out, all you can do is take it.

She’s practically feral, pounding into you, her claws pinching at your skin, her growls muffled into your hair.

You cum again, fluttering around her and she just hissed with satisfaction. She’s insatiable.

And it’s so much worse, all the others are watching. They don’t get to touch; you’re her prize. But fuck if they aren’t watching with pure hunger in their eyes, a few are even openly masturbating at the show she’s putting on.

All you can do is whine, bleary-eyed and drunk on pleasure, begging for more. You're hers to show off, hers to fuck, hers to do with as she pleases. And right now, that makes taking every inch of her again and again and drooling your brain out until she's decided you've had enough.

You cum again, you can't stop cumming. You've lost track. The gnolls are barking with laughter, pointing, leering, grinning from ear to ear. There's no hiding anything; they can see everything. Every inch of her is sliding into you on full display. You lost, and everyone knows it.

The chieftess digs her teeth into your throat, making you clench down in pain. Fuck it hurts so good. She keeps fucking you, rough and powerful, until she shudders into her own orgasm. She lies on top of you, catching her breath for a moment before she begins to roll her hips again. She doesn't get soft, that's not psudopenises work, she's always rearing to go. No wonder she's so pent up.

And until tomorrow, she'll be taking it all out on you.

Suffice it to say, it's a very busy 24 hours. You won't be walking straight for a long time.

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mermaids for mermay? 👉👈 🧜‍♀️

Your wish is my command! In which a mermaid helps you through laying her eggs.

You felt so full, so fucking stretched. You hardly dared to breathe, but the mermaid held you tightly against her on the lakebank. She was a firm presence behind you, brushing your hair, petting and caressing.

You swallowed nervously. None of this made any sense, but you knew what was coming. Every clench of your sore, throbbing cunt pushed the first egg out just a little more.

The mermaid tapped your thigh, encouraging you to spread your legs wider. You shivered against her cool scales, webbed fingers trailing along your thigh. She nuzzled into your hair, her other hand trailing down to your stomach, where she began kneading and pressing.

You clenched down instinctively, trying to hold everything in. Yet that only made the pressure worse, sweat beading down your temple. The mermaid's touch was gentle, soothing and insistent.

An odd combination which forced you to relax, your cunt fluttering as the eggs came even closer. It stretched you, a weighty, slick feeling you were all too aware of.

You clung to the mermaid for stability as the egg descended. You started clenching harder, trying to work it out of you. Fuck, you were so full, and as much as it was overwhelming... it felt good.

You moaned as the first egg finally slipped out of you, plopping gently into the water. The mermiad cooed and chirped happily, her petting intensified. Kneading at your breasts, running circles over your bloated stomach.

You groaned as the next egg began to descend. You were going to be here a while. Who knows how many she had filled you with?

Ah, darn, you were definitely not getting paid for this quest now.

You shuddered as the next egg slipped out of you, painful and necessary. The mermaid moved her hand to your clit, gently rubbing you encouragingly. You clenched and trembled, your movements making the eggs come faster.

Oh fuck you were going to cum.

The mermaid rubbed faster, making you twitch and shudder. It was coming, you couldn’t… fuck you couldn’t– You clung to the mermaid for stability as it all became overwhelming.

The next egg popped free as you gushed against her hand. You collapsed against her, spent and panting. But she didn’t stop touching you, fuck, you were still so full.

You still had so many eggs to lay.

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In which a gaggle of goblins are frustratingly coordinated.

There are just so many of them. And they’re so light that the one you kicked across the cave literally bounced along unharmed. What the fuck is wrong with theese little freaks?!

And they’re strong. That's the worst part. The dozens of little hands holding you down, big sharp smiles and chittering laughter. They aren't really hurting you, not beyond the occasional pinch or tug at your hair. Though one very eagerly cut away your very expensive leather armour with a comically large knife.

Little fucking freaks. You gasp, straining against their hold as one slides its hands between your folds. But you can't even focus on that. One in on your chest, grinding herself against your nipple, her sharp nails digging into you. You smack another one away; two tries to bring his cock remotely near your face. He rolls along the ground with a shriek.

You’re all at a standstill. They can’t overpower you for long, but there are too many of them for you to handle. At least until the one between your legs shoves its hand inside you. That makes you tense, clenching around the intruding limb. The others take advantage. One straddles your neck, cock slapping against your chin.

With a snarl, you headbutt him, sending him skittering away. Fucking perverts.

Then you feel the rope. Ah shit. The little fuckers are so damn coordinated.

They’ve got both your legs tied before you can do anything. Two little teams of goblins using pulleys to pull your legs apart. It would be impressive if they weren't using their powers to molest you further. The one between your legs is spreading you open, using both hands, massaging and petting. It's fucking stupid. It’s embarrassing how wet you are.

They’re trying to get your arms now. You snatch one by the ear, dragging her off you with a howl. The other one is still grinding against your chest, moaning excitedly. They like this, you realize. They like the fight. Maybe you like it too.

Another one is fucking your armpit. A crease for its tiny cock. Fucking freaks.

You freeze as an arm slides into you. You can feel all the fingers, wriggling inside you, up to the elbow.

“Oh fuck,” you hiss, overcome by the intensity. The gobblin just chitters in delight. The rest wrestle your arm to the ground, rope binding your wrist.

You can't quite focus on that, not while the goblin arm-fucks you. They’ve been pests up to this point, but this… is frustratingly good. You can’t help but moan.

The goblin on your chest squirts all over you. That snaps you out of it, shaking her off. But more goblins immediately follow, little cocks rubbing against your lubricated tits.

A second arm slides inside you. The stretch burns, and you tense, trying to relax, to take it. You can’t do both at the same time. You can’t fight them off, not while… fuck! Why are they so good at that!?

Suddenly you’re being hoisted into the air. Goblins and their fucking pulley systems. You’re suspended, spread wide and vulnerable. More and more goblins clamber close, climb on top of you. They find every crevice, every fold. Anything to rub against. You’re already covered in sticky juices, and it’s only going to get worse. The little fuckers are just so… pervy. The arms slide back out and in experimentally, balling together into a fist and pressing deeper. You close your eyes, throbbing and breathless. Well.. shit.

You groan, relaxing into the exploring hands. If you’re going to be here a while, you might as well enjoy yourself.