Lesbian Dungeon Mistress 18+

  The goblina plods over to one of the smaller mushrooms. I watch as she tentatively touches the tip of the Squirting Cap. Her lips part, and her tongue hangs out like a dog. She straddles the shroom, and her sopping vagina gobbles it up.

 

  Her malnourished body shows the head stretching her insides. As much as I want to enjoy it, the state of the goblina's body is a bit of a turnoff. Her tongue looks fun for the future, though.

 

  I pull out my phone to record the process of harvesting the Squirting Cap. It doesn't take long for her to start moaning sensually. She shoves her hips down feverishly, making the stem flex and bow. I worry that it might break and cause its protective effect.

 

  The flexibility of the stem makes the head poke different areas flicking around when the tension is let off. However, it seems to be pretty frustrating for the goblina. She reaches between her leg, grabbing the shaft and trying to shove it in harder. I see it shift inside her body, but this isn't a dildo or real penis. It seems to squish with the pressure.

 

  The goblina wants to be scraped out by a thick penis, but no matter how she moves, it never seems to satisfy her completely. She starts squeezing her clit and shoving her finger in with the shroom. After a half hour of frustration, she finally builds up to an orgasm.

 

  "Fuck! Finally," she screams as she orgasms. Her juices flow onto the Squirting Cap. As they do, I see the shroom seem to pump something up the stem. It enters the goblina's pussy then a white cream shoots into her.

 

  "Yes! I'll finally get pregnant," the goblina exclaims. But I have my doubts.

 

  I collect some of the white stuff in my hands as it flows out of the goblina. I throw it on the other plots, and although it's nothing like what came out of me, I hope they'll grow after the mushroom stops squirting and the top breaks off.

 

  The goblina flops to the ground. She pulls the mushroom from her vagina. It's about a foot with the head. The rest of the stem remains standing.

 

  As I'm paying attention to the mushroom, the goblina starts crying, "I'm not pregnant." Is that a goblina ability?

 

  "Don't worry, I'll see what we can do," I say soothingly. I wonder if animal sperm will work? I'm sure we can get some from a farmer. Human sperm will be a bit harder, though.

 

  "You help me?" the goblina looks at me with sparkling purple eyes. They are pretty big and make her look cute.

 

  "That's right!" I say, slapping my chest confidently. "I'm the dungeon's mistress, Hedone Nemesis. Do you have a name you want?"

 

  The goblina looks at me with a tilted head. "Name?"

 

  I smile and pat her bald head. The skin is surprisingly rough. "I can name you if you want."

 

  "Name me," she replies happily.

 

  "Alright, your name is Saphire Eyes. Now let's get you cleaned up a bit and get you some good food," I say, taking her hand.

 

  We walk up through the dungeon, and Saphire looks all around. I knock on the doll house. "Blue, are you up?"

 

  "Yeah, mom," Blue says, floating out. She's wearing a blue cheerleader uniform with white accents.

 

  I gesture to Saphire and introduce her, "this is Saphire. She's a new friend."

 

  "Nice to meet you!" Blue says while flying up to Saphire's face.

 

  "Fly," Saphire says, backing off and swatting at Blue.

 

  Blue flies away and hides behind my head. I stoop over and gently tell Saphire, "she's not a fly. She's a fairy and my daughter Blue. Be nice to her, ok?" Saphire perks up when she hears that Blue is my daughter.

 

  "Blue daughter?"

 

  Blue speaks from behind my ear, "that's right, mom is the best."

 

  "Sorry I swing at you," Saphire says with down-turned eyes.

 

  Blue flies out and puts her hands on the one I'm holding. "It's alright. I surprised you. We'll be friends from now on."

 

  With introductions done, we leave the dungeon. I have Saphire wash off in the stream before heading home. We make it home, and I introduce Saphire to mom and Brigit. We have an excellent breakfast.

 

  Brigit looks over Saphire. "What clothes should we get her?"

 

  "Why don't you make the clothes?" I ask, jumping onto Brigit's back.

 

  Brigit slumps under my weight. She looks over her shoulder at me. My mouth presses against her cheek as she talks, "I guess I could. Hmm, maybe a maid outfit?"

 

  "Sounds fun," I say into her cheek, sticking out my tongue as I talk.

 

  Brigit pushes me off and giggles. "Get off, you slobbering dog!" she shouts as she wipes her face.

 

  Mom is cleaning up the table while watching us play. She smiles happily and says, "Hedone, I want to start using your fluids for meals."

 

  I blush at the thought of us eating my cum in the meals. "I guess that makes sense. Mom, I want you to read the sign outside the dungeon and help write the rules for collecting mushrooms," I respond, tightening my ponytail.

 

  "Alright, let's go," Mom replies. We leave the house while Brigit takes Saphire to get measured. As I put on my shoes, I hear moans from the workshop.

 

  As we walk to the dungeon, I spill out my worries to mom, "Saphire wants to get pregnant. I'm worried this isn't the best place for her, even if we can inseminate her with animal sperm."

 

  Mom hugs me from the side, her hand resting on my hip. "Honey, I know you are still upset about the track and field club but you have to let others make their own decisions."

 

  "I'm not trying to control people."

 

  "She had a choice to become a minion, and honestly, if she didn't, she would die soon."

 

  "I know that's why I feel bad. I could have just helped her," I confess, leaning my head into mom's boob.

 

  "She isn't a retainer, so you can let her go if that's what she wants. You aren't going to force her to stay if she wants to leave, are you?" Mom asks.

 

  "No way!" I exclaim, looking up at mom in shock.

 

  "Then you can let her gain strength, and if she decides it's not for her, let her go," mom states with a smile. "Trust me. I have a lot of experience trying to control people."

 

  "Your right. Thanks, mom," I say, feeling a bit lighter.