Dungeon and Desire

Story

"Stop it!... stop it!" Dave shouted in pleasure as the dungeon extended flowering vines from its wall and wrapped him up like a gift. Then the vines split into branches of tendrils to brush his sensitive skin with its petals, filling his mouth, his ass and cock with sticky liquid. As he struggled, the flower burst and released more pollen and drove him more crazy. As he came, the greedy tendrils drank away every drop of his come.

The vines gently released him to a soft bed formed from part of the dungeon. This was the advantage of dating a sentient dungeon, he thought. The living environment could be entirely to his taste.

"You have ruined me," he said. "Nothing will faze me now."

He should know that his lover would take it as a challenge. That night it pushed a string of dark round jelly-like beads into and out of him, until his throat was sore from the abuse and his eyes blanked out. He didn't know nor care where the beads went.

Then his stomach gradually extended and became heavy and round. When he moved, something was rolling inside him.

His first thought was that he was either ill or cursed. However, his dungeon lover sent him an image of small living dungeons playing inside him through their bond. He was now pregnant with eggs of living dungeons.

"Can't you talk to me first?" Dave asked with disbelief.

The wave of apology and affection and hope sent from the dungeon overwhelmed him. Dave forgave it at last after three days of silence, in case it got other ideas.

Embarrassingly, Dave found that pregnancy made him more horny. His eggs felt so good when they rolled and pressed against his prostate, sending him waves of pleasure when he least expected them. The dungeon could sense his desire through their connection and readily helped him achieve climax while caressing his now round stomach. Dave admitted to himself that he got a new kink about that, but he wouldn't speak it out.

Sometimes he woke up to the dungeon spreading itself over him like a full body suit, caressing every inch of his skin and filling him in every way, feeding sweet liquid to him. Time flew when he lost himself to a marathon of sex with multiple orgasms. No one would recognize him as the renowned adventurer of the kingdom now, but Dave was fine with it.

The day of the birth of the eggs would forever be a blank spot in Dave's memory, because he lost himself to multiple orgasm as the eggs passed through his body. He believed that he would die of dehydration if not the dungeon feeding him liquid and blocking his cock directly. The dungeon took the eggs away to their nest and gently embraced him.

As Dave worked out to restore his strength, he discovered that he could now control the ground even outside his lover. He could command them to move and formed them into small temporary construct, perhaps because of his stronger connection to the earth through his lover and children. He wondered whether his lover planned this in advance. 

Once the eggs were ready to crack, Dave's lover spread them around so they could establish their territory without competition with each other. Dave didn't have much time with them to be very attached, but he still missed them. However, he knew that it was best to everyone. He also still had a faint link to them and could sense that they were alive and well, probably accumulating their treasure and maybe one day getting their own lovers.

The sentient dungeon probably sensed his sadness, because that night it formed a dragon to fuck him through the night. Dave bit on its horn and cried as the dragon's hemipenis filled him to the fullness. It was exciting, but Dave really preferred the dungeon not to be so creative for awhile.