Lesbian Dungeon Mistress 18+

Tentacles cost 350 each.

1464 – 700 = 764.

 

"That's insane!" Brigit exclaims, entranced by my belly.

"Hot, right?" I say with a broad smile.

Brigit licks her lips. "More than hot," she whispers.

We sit in silence for a few moments, basking in the erotic glory of monster birth. Eventually, Brigit snaps out of her revelry and pulls out the box she brought along.

"Open it!" She excitedly states.

I take the box and pop open the lid. Inside is a bland-looking padded shirt and hat. "Is it an antique football uniform?" I ask while flopping the hat around.

"What? No," She seems surprised by my guess. I've seen a few old pictures, and they look similar, though. Brigit informs me, "It's armor. Ah, I think it's called gambeson. I looked it up."

"Hmm, I see gambeson," I murmur while looking at the grayish outfit.

Brigit grabs the sleeve and explains, "Mom helped. We went around and bought up old junk cars for the thread. Then filled the insides with foam."

"So they are metal threads?" I muse while looking closely.

"That's right. I tested it, and it didn’t cut at all. It’s too bad it’s so conservative, but it’s about safety,” Brigit says with a frown.

 

I laugh, “I like sexy clothes, but I’m not an exhibitionist like you.”

 

I lean over and hug my sister. We topple onto the ground and kick up the cum. “Thank you. But you should have made one for you instead,” I say while nuzzling into her huge rack.

 

“I’m leaving for a month. I need to protect my little sister while I’m gone,” Brigit states, pecking my forehead.

 

I giggle. “Love you.”

 

“Love you too.”

Christal interrupts, “Mistress –“

 

“Mooooommmm!” Blues buzzes into the room in a panic. Saphire soon follows and tries to climb across the bar across the pool.

 

“What’s going on!” I exclaim, jumping out of Brigit’s bosom.

 

“A scary woman is attacking!” Blue yells as she flies to me.

 

“Aaah!” Saphire screams as she falls into the pool.

 

Shoot, she still isn’t a good swimmer! I jump into the pool and swim over to Saphire. She splashes about in a panic and grabs onto my clothes desperately.

 

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry,” I comfort her while swimming back. It’s great that she’s small, or she might pull me under.

 

Brigit grabs Saphire out of the pool, and I pull myself up. I flick my arms to throw off some of the cum coating me. Saphire catches her breath.

 

BANG!

 

A woman with a breastplate and helmet breaks into the room. Her sword drawn, she scans the room before her eyes fall on us. I shiver in fear as she looks experienced.

 

“Run!” I yell.

 

Brigit grabs the gambeson and runs towards me.

 

I complain, “Get out of here.”

 

“Put it on!” Brigit chastises me and shoves the armor over my head. I pop out, and she shoves the helmet on, too.

 

“Get the weapons,” I call as I grab the lever.

 

The adventurer leaps across the entire pool before I can pull the lever to buy time. Her sword is held over her head. I stumble back as her feet land in front of me. Her sword strikes with amazing speed, just scraping my baggy armor. The sound of metal scraping on metal echoes throughout the pool room.

 

The blast of air pushes me towards the exit, and I scramble up the stairs on my hands and feet. The adventurer is right behind me. I look over my shoulder in fear as she stomps towards me.

 

“YAAAAHHH!” Brigit howlers as she charges toward the adventurer. She has one of the previous adventurer's swords in her hand. She swings wildly with it, and it strikes the adventurer’s side.

 

Clang. It hits the armor without effect. The blade revibrates, and Brigit drops the sword while swishing her hands in pain.

 

The adventurer goes to thrust, and I scream out in panic, “Brigit!” Almost at the speed of light, the sword heads towards my sister.

 

Splush!

 

Redish liquid sprays through the room. I can’t process what is happening. My vision tunnels, and I hear my heart beating in my head. My stomach churns.

 

Clink, bzzt. “Hedone! Get up.” Brigit is holding a stun gun, but the spikes are blocked by the armor.

 

I stumble and grab the sword Brigit drops. My mind is still reeling. Is she alright? But I have no time as a fist hits my stomach.

 

I double over and am flung back into the wall. The air is knocked out of me as I slouch against the wall. I gasp as I try to recover.

 

Brigit charges with a new sword. “You bitch!”

 

Saphire joins in with a small kitchen knife. “Hyah!”

 

“MOM!” Blue flies to my shoulder. She touches my cheek in worry.

 

“Cough, gag. I’m fine,” I say, trying to regain my footing.

 

Saphire is kicked right into the corner ceiling. “Uuuhg,” she groans before falling to the ground limp.

 

At the same time, the adventurer knocks away Brigit’s sword. The slimes move to block her, but they are swatted away with ease. Brigit backs away, unsure what to do.

 

I move to fight. The adventurer glances at me, but it doesn’t seem like she takes either of us as a threat. I slash at her, but she steps aside and steps in. Her sword falls on my left shoulder. Crack, a loud sound emanates from my shoulder. The padding barely blocks the impact.

 

“Ugh,” I grimace and grit my teeth. I swing my sword at her leg, but she knocks my sword away with a swish of her wrist. It then swings around and slashes my face. I barely manage to dodge taking severe damage, but my cheek is now bleeding.

 

I desperately swing, but she is too skilled, and my sword can’t touch her. The adventurer then gets into her thrusting stance. I move my sword to block, but it doesn’t do any good. It blasts through my parry and hits me directly in the stomach. The armor isn’t pierced, but my insides are crushed.

 

My body doubles over, and I’m flung to the wall once again. I collapse while vomiting out my insides. The pain is unbelievable. My vision blurs as Brigit moves to help me. Her sword swing is knocked away.

 

The adventurer raises her sword. This time, there is no one to save her. “Christal!” I scream as I watch the sword come down.