Dungeon Building For Beginners

Chapter 46: 46. Fun With Amanda


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You waylay Amanda as everyone splits up, the two of you coming to a stop just inside the jail.

“So what was all that about?”

Amanda sighs, and looks at you with a smile. “You really are clueless aren't you? I guess some things stay the same no matter the species.” She waves off your confused expression, and opens the fur covered door to her 'room'. The bed has been completed, rough wood seemingly woven together into a rustic frame lined with yet more fur. She sits on it, and you join her in the room, sitting across from her. She takes a moment to collect herself and continues, her voice taking on the subtle quality of confidence that she gains when delivering a lecture.

“That kobold girl, Sapphire. I assume that you two are close?” seeing you nod, she continues. “And we both saw how Mercy has some... shall we say control issues? That was them trying to figure out the pecking order of this little harem you have going on here. You have to understand, when you left and then came back with two new girls, you basically outnumbered her with outsiders. Left her little choice but to accept or leave.”

Here, you interject. “Not outnumbered.”

“Oh? Is there another you haven't introduced us to yet?”

“Feathers. The goblin leader. They've fought and shed blood together in much the same way as you and Mercy.”

“Well then, that's a surprise... but I suppose... Anyway, you still pretty much brought two separate groups into the same area without giving either one any notice. Poor show, by the way.” She affixes you with a glare for a moment, before softening. You have the grace to feel at least a little chagrined as she continues.

“That goblin girl has her hands full riding herd on the goblins. She has little time for power struggles among others. I'm... well-” a blush starts to rise on her cheeks again and you cut in with a grin.

“Unsuitable for leadership roles?”

“Yes. Quite. So, the two of them were sizing each other up. Seeing who was more independent, more useful, more likely to stab the other in the middle of the night.”

“They could tell all that by staring at each other?”

Amanda sniffs haughtily, nose in the air. “We women are able to communicate in far more subtle ways than you uncouth men could imagine.” She giggles. “Well, no. But it still happened. Mostly, because when you stepped forwards, Mercy looked to see what you were doing. And so Sapphire won.”

“So... what? Sapphire is in charge now?”

This time, Amanda laughs outright. “Oh gods no Red. No, now they just know to look out for getting shanked in the night.”

You're starting to get genuinely worried two of your... subordinates slash lovers will be plotting murder, and are considering going to find them, when Amanda speaks again.

“Speaking of night shanks...”

You turn back towards her, to see her slowly shrug out of her top. The blush rides high on her cheeks but she stares at you with a level of defiance.

“Subtle.”

She shrugs, and looks down, smiling at you through her lashes. “What can I say? You have a new aura of something, power maybe, today. And I'm interested to see how far your new form goes.”

“And it has nothing to do with the power struggle that just played out upstairs?”

“Mmmmaybe.”

Part of you still wants to run upstairs and make sure that there's no unsanctioned murder going on, but that part of you is being drowned out by your hindbrain's persistent chant of “Boobs!”.

You spare a moment to make a mental note.

Make a physical copy of “Evidence someone on high has a fetish for drakes”. Add the fact that, if I'm any indication, drakes like tits.

“Well then. 'mmmmaybe' I should go and find them?” you half joke. The gasp and squirm you get in response makes you shelve that for definite perusal later. “Hmm? Would you like that?”

It makes Amanda a second to respond, and you wonder if she's already fallen into pet space. But her eyes flutter open again and she shakes her head. “Not... not now. I want you master.”

“And what do you want?” As you speak, you drop yourself down into a pose that's familiar for the redhead. Settling your weight onto your forelegs again feels odd with your longer body, but it's worth it for the moan as she recognises the pose you adopted the first time she met you.

“I want you.”

You shake your head in mock disappointment. “I think we've established that already. Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Oh, uh...”

You raise an eyeridge.

“Um.. um...”

You roll your shoulders as if to get up.

“No, I want, I want your tongue in...” Amanda pauses, and you allow yourself to settle into stillness again. Buoyed by her success, she takes a moment to think. Her nose scrunches, sending freckles crawling until she blurts out “I want your tongue in my pussy!”

You've never seen anyone, not even the half succubus upstairs, not even your naturally rust coloured kobold, achieve that shade of red before. If you weren't sure of the cause you'd be concerned for her health.

“My, how bold. Anything else?”

She stammers at you, and then pushes onwards. “And then, and then I want you to f-fuck me. Yes. I want your... big... drake...” She comes to her senses a little, and seems to recognise what she's saying, but pushes on gamely, “dick. In me. In my, my pussy. And! And uh, then I want you to cum, um, cum in my mouth.”

And will madame be wanting anything off of the wine menu? You snark in your head, Externally, you just raise your eyeridge again.

“Mmm. Nope.” you say, popping the 'p'. Amanda looks like the earth has been pulled from under her.

“Wh-Why?”

Oh gods there's tears in her eyes. That felt like kicking a puppy. You rush on before the situation can deteriorate. “You didn't say please.”

“P-please?” she asks, or perhaps clarifies, weakly.

“Please what?”

And there's the steel you saw out in the wilderness. The blush fades, and she looks angry. Focused. An unwillingness to just give up.

“Uh-uh.” She leans back a little and raises her legs till they point straight to the ceiling. She uses one hand to keep her balance and the other to pull her leggings up to her knees. Her cunt is glistening in the dim torchlight and the smell of her fills the room in seconds.

“Are you saying you don't want this?” she says, gesturing at herself.

You smile at her and stand up.

“Cute.”

Her face falls into a frown of confusion until your tail wraps around her heels. One of the new, thorn-like spines produces a harsh fwip and her leggings fall to the sides in two pieces. With a step, and a slight exertion from you, and a short yelp from Amanda, you spin her around on her butt, so her head hangs over the edge of the bed, with her arms flailing for balance. You let go of her legs, which fall to the bed, heel to asscheek, and stand over her. You new size allows you to breathe over her pussy with your cock, still hidden (Thank the gods for a higher endurance score) above her face.

“Are you going to say please yet?”

“Nuh-uh”

With an exertion of will, you reveal your cock. Judging by her delighted gasp, it's grown in proportion.

“How about now?”

“Mmm-nope”

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Your tongue slithers out and flicks against her stomach, worming lower. Her pubic hair, as read as the rest, is practically soaked in her juices, and you enjoy the taste while avoiding her most sensitive areas.

You feel her breath on your cock, and lift your hips till it's out of her reach. “Not until you say please.”

“That... Is so incredibly unfair.” But she stops trying to wriggle closer, instead moving her hips in an attempt to bring her pussy into contact with your tongue. You growl, and the rumbling noise stills her for a second, primal monkey brain telling her to stay quiet and still as to avoid bringing your attention her way. The reprieve only lasts a second however, before she's shifting again.

You roll your eyes and, after she performs a particularly large thrust, you dip your hips in a quick squat. The sound of mock outrage Amanda produces as your cock bounces off of her face is delicious. It's cut short by a moan as you finally slip your tongue around her pussy lips. Her whole body relaxes under you as you begin to devote your attention to the task at mouth.

You focus your efforts by slowly working your tongue deeper and deeper into her, only pulling out to focus on her clit every thirty seconds or so, keeping her from cumming too quickly. After a few minutes of this, you start to slow down, deliberately preventing her release.

“Hey, no, master, that's not-” you cut her off with another dip, bopping her on what feels like her nose. You feel a drip of pre drip from your tip, momentarily connecting your cock to her face with a sticky strand.

She tries again. “Red, come on, I'll be-”. This time you drop at an angle and then shimmy, smacking your shaft into her cheeks and rubbing it over her face. Her tongue snakes out after your second pass and, regretfully, you pull away. Seeing her legs beginning to quiver, you slide your tongue out too, leaving her panting. “Oh come on!”. You cock slap her again, gently, and she falls silent for the thirty seconds you give her to calm down. Then you start again, from the beginning.

At this point, your cock is starting to throb, almost painfully, with the need to release, but you keep an iron grip on your self control.

Slow lick. Complaint. Cockslap. Gentle probing, complaint, cockslap. A quick rub of her clit till she starts to tremble, stop, and grind your hips into her face so that she has little choice but to open her mouth around the base of your cock, and then pull back before she can engage her tongue. Complaint. Cockslap.

By now, Amanda is nearly crying. “Master, master please! I'll do it! I'll do what you said, and I'll say please. Please! Just let me cuuuum!”

“You'll do it?”

“Yee-ees!”

“Nope.” You push on before she has a chance to complain. “Deal's changed. Now, if you're good and you say please, I'll fuck your face till your lips are too swollen to talk, and I'll let you pleasure yourself once I'm done.”

“And... And if I say no?”

“I'll tell Sapphire to keep an eye on you and make sure you can't find release for a day.”

“... That's cruel and unusual.”

That didn't sound like a good girl asking for her face to be fucked.”

There's several seconds of silence, but you know that battle is won. Her entire body relaxes, and then shifts and she gets into a better position.

“Please? Please, master, fuck my throat?”

Without further ado, you adjust your hips once more so that your cock bumps against her lips. You let out another, soft growl as you feel her tongue dart out and inexpertly swirl around your crown. With gentle pressure, you force her mouth open and push inward. You've not really had a chance to explore this aspect of your new body, but based on how much of your cock is encompassed by the delightfully soft suction of Amanda's mouth by the time you bump into her throat, you have to guess you're around eight or nine inches, more than enough to give most women pause before attempting something like...

OK, really. What the fuck? First thing after this, I'm starting that list.

Pushing the distracting thoughts aside, you simply enjoy Amanda's ministrations while getting a close up of her pussy. There's serious temptation to lick it till she cums, just to see what that would feel like as you enter her throat, but you push it aside. If you're not firm with her, she'll never learn the rules after all.

Instead, you slowly pull out, carefully wipe your spit smeared cock across her face, and push your way in again. Her half annoyed, half aroused grunt you get in response is rather satisfying. Again, you are content to simply sit in her mouth for a few seconds as she licks and sucks. As you pull out a second time, she lets out a quick slurp; her watering mouth threatening to spill drool over he face. Not that it matters too much, as you once again wipe your cock across her face. Barely a murmur that time. You push in again, going just a little further. The sudden tightness around the tip of your cock tells you that you've made it into her throat without issue. Amanda's body underneath you tells a different story however.

She gives a half convulsion, lifting her chest and tightening her arms. Her hands grasp at the furs of the bed as she fights to keep herself steady and her gag reflex under control as you gently gyrate, pushing in and out a centimetre at a time, gently working your way slowly, slowly deeper until you estimate two thirds of your cock is in her mouth. You hold yourself there for what seems like an eternity, until Amanda's hand reaches up and taps at your stomach with some urgency. You pull out with a pop, and Amanda gives a wet sounding cough. You can feel her hair against your stomach – she's half sat up and turned to give herself a chance to catch her breath. Your tail reaches under and gathers her hair up into a ponytail.

“Oh!” she squeaks, as you pull her head back down, but otherwise doesn't resist. All this time however, you've been watching her pussy. You think, if you do this right...

This time, you give her little warning. One quick movement to once again wipe your cock on her face and you shove yourself back into her throat. There's a surprised sounding glrk from underneath you, but you don't stay there long. You pull out till only your tip is still protruding deeper than her mouth, give her a half second to take a breath, and push back in. Amanda convulses under you again, but before she's finished the motion you're back out, and then you begin to properly piston your hips. Within seconds, the jail cell echoes with the in sync sounds of wood creaking, your hips slapping into Amanda's face, and Amanda's own nearly controlled gagging.

You keep up the rough temp for nearly a full minute, barely giving your partner a moment to breathe, but her hands stay balled in the furs so you take that as permission to continue. Her legs are starting to shake. With every thrust, her back arches and her stomach tightens reflexively.

You can feel your release coming, a tightness coiling in your gut. You just have to time... this... right...

With a gasp, you slam yourself home one last time. Amanda's neck bulges when you glance back at her as you cum. You grind your hips into her face, her lips tight around the base of your shaft as your cock attempt to jerk and judder under the force of your expulsion. Your tail is still employed holding Amanda's head still, which is for the best; as your first jet of cum shoots into her, Amanda's legs begin to shake, and then her whole body flails. Her throat tightens and vibrates, almost as if she's trying to suck every drop of cum from you that she can as she suffers her own orgasm.

You're not sure which of you finishes first – your new size appears to have come with some other sizeable advantages and the volume of cum you just forced her to drink seems to be one of them. Eventually however your softening cock falls from her mouth and her shaking subsides.

“You OK there Amanda?”

A groan is your only response. Well, at least she won't re spawn a million miles away this time. You pull away and look her over.

She's a mess, to say the least. Her face is covered in a mixture of cum, spit and tears. It looks like she applied some mild make-up at some point, because now it's smeared and run around her eyes and mouth, giving her a slightly ghoulish appearance. You give her a few minutes to collect yourself as you cool down. You gently lift the skin that covers the door to let some air that doesn't reek of sex into the room.

A raised eyebrow sends the two male goblins who had been outside running. A cough brings them back to take the still blissed out ex-cheifteness with them. You shake your head. Apparently horniness is catching. You can't really blame them, you suppose. The lair is, on the whole, a pretty safe place. Better than a pile of mud in the forest. Eventually, there's another groan from the ex-adventurer, followed by another wet cough. You let the furs fall back into place.

“That...” she gasps out, “Was totally unfair. Thank you, master.”

You grin at her. “I am a fair and just lord, who treats my subjects with equality and honour.” you reply, imperiously. She laughs at that.

“I hope you don't treat all of them that way. I might get jealous and let Pet out more.”

It's your turn to laugh. “Let her out as much or little as you want. We're all monsters here. No one will judge you for doing what you want.” She looks thoughtful for a second, before you speak again. “If you don't mind me asking... You weren't wearing make-up earlier, were you? By the pool?”

The familiar Amanda-Blush is back. She shakes her head, and explains, “It was a gift from the gods that my Spirit tributed for. She was going to use it to surprise David before that... well. You were there. It applies make-up and, just in general cleans me up whenever I engage in, um. This,” she gestures vaguely around the room, encompassing the ruffled, sweat stained furs; the air that, despite your efforts still smells strongly; her own messy face where, sure enough, the make-up was beginning to fade away; and your own body. You do a quick check and are somewhat impressed to see a red ring around the base of your cock, also fading. She continues, her point made. “I only found it this morning. A few things I had access to when I had a spirit were locked off when she left. Some of them, like the cosmetics menu, came back this morning for whatever reason. So I thought it would surprise you. I was not expecting anything like, uh, what happened through. I'm just glad you got to see the results of your handiwork in the end.” She pauses, and looks down. “Did you like it?”

“I really did.”

She smiles at you, and goes to stand, correcting her clothing as she goes. She lets out a gasp of surprise as her leggings fall to the floor in pieces.

“Red, you have got to stop destroying and or stealing my clothes.” she gives you a rueful smile. “I really don't have all that many to start with and there's not exactly any shops around here.”

You give her a smile of your own and nod. It's a small price to pay, after all. And maybe you can fix that for her at some point. It would make a nice gift. You realise that you don't really know all that much about the redhead, and open your mouth to attempt to remedy that when Amanda lets out a massive yawn.

“Oh, excuse me. That took a lot out of me. I need a nap”

you nod and begin to leave, but stop when she asks “Red, master, would you... could you stay with me? Till I fall asleep?”

You pause, for a second, and then nod at her. “Of course I can. Shift over.”

You clamber into the bed and she curls up against your chest. You're forcefully reminded of a similar scene with a particular kobold. It takes Amanda but a few minutes to fall asleep, but you end up staying here, with her under your wing and your head against hers, for over an hour before you finally pull yourself away. There's always work to be done.

 


Note from the Arkus developers: In worlds where you don't just re-spawn, please don't block your partner's airways for long periods without both consent and training.


 

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