Monster Breeder 57. Under the Mountain, Part 3: Opal (R-18)

57. Under the Mountain, Part 3: Opal (R-18)

Spoiler

Anal fisting, Embarrassed leakage (not watersports)

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“I-if it can't be helped... I'll have to rely on Alex to t-take responsibility.”

With her consent acquired, I say, “Then, my lady, if I may ask, back that pussy up.”

“I've never been called a lady... Alex, why trouble yourself with a lowly, base Kobold?”

It's a question I'm realizing I'll have to tackle more and more. I'm afraid any answer I give is going to be unsatisfactory to such an existential crisis. I don't exactly prescribe to fate or love at first sight (just infatuations that gradually deepen into sothing more).

“You're cute, and I'm here. Let's see what cos next!” Honesty is the best policy.

“I see... Yes, do with as you will.”

I roll Opal onto her back, and she spreads her legs. Those smooth, slick pussy lips part to reveal a moist, delicate honey tunnel. I give it a long, sensual lick.

“Ahn! Oh, Alex!”

My tongue dances across her labia, laps at her wetness, and teases her clit. I listen to her voice and monitor her movents as she cries out and arches her spine when she gets close to orgasm. Then I ease off, letting her fall with frustrated whines before building her up again. All the while, her anus flexes and squeezes in tandem with her pussy. I probe that dark hole with a finger as I finally bring her clit to fruition.

“Y-yes!!”

She's loosened enough for two fingers by the ti her climactic aftershocks subside. This is going to take a while.

“How did the Burrower's ovipositor get inside without ripping you apart? I've never t soone this tight...”

“Her precum was a powerful muscle relaxant. I don't know how you expect to get that comfortable with you so quickly. We're still practically strangers...”

That's it!

“Opal, what if we weren't strangers?”

“Eh?”

“What if we were sothing more?”

“Like...?”

If it's to save her life, “Would you co live with my harem, be my bride, and... bear my children?”

“Ehhh??? A-A-Alex, y-you and m-? H-harem? C-children??? We just t!”

“Opal, I said you're cute and I an it! Please, let put a baby in you! I'm begging!!!”

“N-no! Don't beg! I'm just a little Kobold, you shouldn't lower your head to . Yes! Yes, I accept! Make your bride and fill with your spawn!”

Good. And as for my sincerity, I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want her. Screw harem standards! Sue for liking cute girls in peril!

I dismiss my armor, straddle her, and pull out my dick. The Bunny Paron cock flops onto her scaly abdon, making her slick cunny seem tiny by comparison. I guide the tip into her waiting channel. My mber squishes and squelches against her wonderfully yielding flesh, but her opening is simply too small. Despite my repeated attempts, it won't go in.

Opal doesn't get the mo that sothing went wrong. She bucks her hips, desperately crushing her quim into my shaft's underside for stimulation. She undulates against , her eyes shut tight with intense focus on sensation. I shrug and rub my rod along her silky-smooth slit. The little red Kobold humps my mber while repeatedly grinding her clit into as her movents beco more frantic.

“Yes! Alex, this is... Oh! Fuck, yes! Yes!!!” She throws her head back and pants, chest heaving, B-cup breasts jigging as Opal recovers from her high. She sighs happily. “You're incredible, Alex.”

I stare at her, blinking. “Are you a virgin?”

“Not anymore,” she says while grinning lasciviously at . “So, am I pregnant, now?”

“Um, about that... What we just did, that was 'foreplay.'“

“Eh?”

“It didn't go in, see?”

“Ehhh?” She looks over her belly rumbling dangerously with Servitor eggs to confirm my words, then lays back in shock. “But it felt so good...”

“Yes, Opal, sex is pretty aweso like that, but we need to finish this quickly.” I don't have ti to work her up to taking my Bunny Patron cock. “Would you bear one of my precious wives' offspring?”

“S-stop asking silly questions, Alex! Bearing a senior wife's spawn is the duty of a lower wife.”

*Paternal Malleability I – Cock nu…*

Wolf Cock

rmaid Ovipositor

Fishman Cock

Goblin Cock

Hob Cock

Orc Cock

Twisted Treefolk Cock

Bunny Cock

Mouse Cock

Mole-man Cock

Bunny Patron Cock

*rmaid Ovipositor Selected!*

*Switch or Amalgamate?*

Ooo! Amalgamate is my new favorite ability! Unfortunately, the hole I’m pondering is especially small and virginal. I’d feel bad absolutely smashing and wrecking such a beautiful pussy (for her first ti, specifically. I’m all for it once she’s pregnant with my offspring!). For the sake of making love instead of war with this woman, I choose Switch.

“Brace yourself.”

I align the tapered tip of my rmaid Ovipositor with her spread pussy's delicate entrance and push inside.

“Alex!!! Oh, ahn! Ah! Ah!! Ahn!!!”

Unlike the reptile she resembles, Opal's sheath is warm as well as drooling with juices. I slide in easily, hit her cervix, and coil the remainder of my length in her channel. I hum in delight as her folds caress .

She starts huffing and puffing, then tells between sharp breaths, “The pressure... It's too much, I'm going to... to...”

As hot liquid pours around my length, I realize my mistake. The sheer volu of Servitor eggs inside is pressing her bladder as if she's pregnant. The position I chose isn't helping.

Opal looks at with shad, teary eyes. “Do you hate ?”

I shake my head vehently. “No! I should've been more considerate. I have a lot of pregnant won in my future; I need to anticipate their needs. Hold still.”

“Wah? Kya!”

I grab Opal and directly manipulate her small scaly body with my Orc Strength, flipping her around to a doggy-style position with my mber rotating inside. I lift her red scaled tail to reveal her pale bottom, pristine pussy, and white rosebud once again. “There. Now, relax, and let go of all those doubts and tensions. You're my woman; I wouldn’t toss you aside for any reason, let alone such a small thing.”

With that reassurance given, I proceed to plunder her peach with hard thrusts that have this virgin Kobold gasping and moaning. I hold her hips for stability, her tail slips between my breasts to gently curl around my neck for support, and sprinkles of liquid speckle the ground with each slam of hips on ass.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

I pump my hips faster.

“Ah-ah-ah! Aaahn!”

Her cunt spasms wildly on my mber as she cums. I continue to thrust violently as more fluids puddle beneath her.

“Get ready!” The delicious contours of her inner walls massage my coiled mber to climax. I clutch her ass and grunt. My prehensile tip finds her cervix, dilates it with special precum, and penetrates to ejaculate directly into her womb.

“Alex!!! Fuck!!!”

Opal's tail around my neck pulls in, squishing my breasts into the small of her back as her legs shake. Liquid puddles beneath her as she continues to squirt and leak from the intensity of her orgasm. Then she falls limp on the ground, my mber sliding from her tunnel as her tail loosens and lands in a heap beside her.

*Impregnation Successful – One Male Breeder Mark!*

I watch as her asshole clenches and relaxes, clenches, and relaxes in her completely vulnerable, peaceful post-climactic bliss.

“So, this is what it feels like to have a new life inside...”

Her swollen belly rumbles ominously.

“About that, um...” I hear a cracking sound like eggs hatching. I'm out of ti! “Pardon the intrusion!”

I coat my hand with the mingled cum and vaginal juices on my mber for lubrication and thrust forward with my fingers in a spear shape. My hand penetrates her tiny pucker to the wrist in one go. I guess we're no longer strangers.

“Kyaaahhhnnn!”

Sure enough, the Burrower capped Opal's stuffing with a springy foam that blocks my progress. I scoop so in my palm and withdraw.

“Alex... You're... Kyaaahn!”

After dumping a handful of white goop on the ground I go back in to repeat the process three more tis.

“Kya! Ah! Ahn!”

My fingertips brushed sothing hard and spherical last round. Almost there!

This ti, I reach deeper in, spreading the Kobold girl's ass wider with my forearm. My fingers close on a thin mbrane with many legs wriggling within. I pull out the egg as Opal screams in terror (actually, doesn’t that sort of sound like her 'I'm cumming' scream?) and crush the Servitors larva before it hatches.

Now to do that, like, twenty more tis.

“Ah-ah-ah ahn! Alex! Fuck! You're splitting in half!”

“Bear with it a little longer, Opal,” I tell her as I reach elbow deep.

“Yes! Ahn, oh yes! Right there!”

“Thanks, almost missed that one.”

I have to stretch her poor pale pucker to fit my bicep to get the last few.

“Deeper! Deeper! Oh! Ahhnnn! Yes! Alex, Yes! I can feel you inside , reaching around; it's like you're touching my soul!”

I heard about so turtle-shelled water monsters that could do that. Maybe I should find a river to get the ability from them?

“Alright, that's all of them!” I state with confidence. I was quite thorough in my search.

“It is? Oh...”

“Sothing wrong, Opal?”

“Alex, could you... Please, could you ball your hand into a fist and do that a few more tis as fast as you can? I was so close!”

“...”

“I'm sorry, Alex. I didn't an to make you uncomfortable. Forget I said anything.”

“No, it's fine! I'd love to. Roll over.”

She does with an eager grin, revealing her flat, cream-scaled tummy. I see my mark on her, the heart-shaped tattoo with the icon of my and Gabby’s son in the center. Her pale asshole gapes beneath that pristine slit, begging for more. Opal rubs her thighs together as if seeking stimulation.

“Please, I need this!”

I don't wait another second, parting her legs to plunge my fist into her well-worn passage. Her plush rump squishes my shoulder and armpit. Her pucker clenches piteously at my muscles as I open and close my hand, watching the bugle in her belly move with fascination. I'm further than her belly button; any deeper and I'd be inside her chest.

“You're alright?” I say, concerned for her internal organs.

“Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!”

With that confird, I quickly withdraw my arm completely and plunge into her butt again.

“Fuck, Alex! Wear like a glove! Ruin my ass for anyone else! I'm yours!”

Her tail wraps around my waist while her claws and toes dig for purchase into the ground. I flick her pussy slit with a devious smile using one hand while repeatedly hamring her to the hilt with my arm. Each punch to her ass-pussy clearly shows the outline of my hand through her bulging belly scales. Her cunt squirts as the insane insertion crushes all her sensitive spots simultaneously. Opal's entire body shakes as she screams.

“Yeeesss!!!”

Then she collapses into my arms / on my arm, limp, spent, and ahegao-faced happy. I slowly extract my hand from my new glove, I an new bride, to allow her wrecked hole so well-earned recovery ti.

*Kobold Bride – One Draconic Mark!*

Okay, let check out what I'm working with.

*Draconic Marks – One*

Kobold Claws

Kobold Scales

Kobold Stature

Kobold Hemipenis

Kobold Inner Heat

Draconic? The heck?

ntally cross-referencing the Book of Monsters reveals that Kobolds are indeed the base form of a formidable monster group. Who knew?

Taking a closer look at what I have available, two things stick out. Or should I say one thing? The Hemipenis is a two-for-one deal, like Wargs from my hotown.

Heh, Kobold marks are already proving more useful than spider marks. Fuck spiders.

The only other thing of interest is Inner Heat. I guess that explains how a reptile feels warm-blooded? Doesn't seem that useful except in cold environnts to prevent hypothermia. My inner survivalist rejoices!

I cradle my semi-conscious Kobold lover in the crook of my arm, carefully resummon my armor so as not to disturb her, and march off in search of an exit.