Dungeon Diving 02

Of course it wasn't over. She hadn't made it into the cave itself, yet.

"Mmf- Stop- Stop it," Emma grunted, fighting to regain her senses. As soon as she focused and took control of her limbs once more, pushing the goblins off was nearly effortless. Unfortunately, as soon as she offered any resistance, the creatures grew aggressive, snarling and leaping onto her body. With their combined weight, they managed to drag her down enough for one goblin to blow a mouthful of puff puff into her face, but even with the numbing effects seeping into her head, she managed to stumble back to her feet. She could see her blade at the far side of the tent, guarded by two more goblins with angry erections. As soon as she made a motion towards it, they too rushed forward in an attempt to bring her to the floor. Unfortunately, with so many goblins latched onto her limbs, Emma ended up on her knees, and one creature immediately forced itself past her lips. There was no gentleness, only desperation, as the goblin grasped her head, and Emma's tonsils received a battering as the head of its shaft hammered the back of her throat. Four more pulled her to the ground, pawing at her body, and as the first goblin humped away at her face, the rest stuck their members into any crevice they could find. Two managed to fit themselves beneath her breasts from either side, one between her thighs, while the remainder satisfied themselves with her hands, buttocks, and even her armpits. Struggling only seemed to excite the pack more, with a few managing to coat her body with thick slime, including the one in her mouth. Once they had climaxed, however, they fell away in exhaustion, giving Emma enough leeway to fight her way back up.

"I should have done this from the start," she growled, striking the goblins latched onto her legs as she stumbled forward, "You've done this to yourselves."

Grabbing her sword, Emma unsheathed it with a distinct ring, dispatching two creatures with ease and readying herself for more. A cacophony of panicked shrieks erupted from the goblins, and the scramble to escape the tent sent the canvas crashing down, leaving Emma and the slowest few to fight their way free. Cutting her way out wasn't too difficult, but when she did finally escape, she found the inhabitants of the camp had all but disappeared. Only the odd sandal or necklace remained as any signs of former life.

"I guess that's the top floor cleared," Emma muttered to herself, finally making her way to the entrance of the cave, "What happens to them now is up to the guard."

Despite the apparent success, she still felt dirty and uneasy, coated from head to toe in goblin seed as she was. Clearing the dungeon was still priority, but she was in desperate need of a wash. It would have to wait. Surely there was some source of water inside, since there were apparently so many creatures living in it. So with a sigh of exasperation and a wipe of her cheek, Emma marched forward into the darkness. A flick of the flameless torch she'd purchased illuminated the cavern as she descended, and she immediately saw signs of monster activity. Empty packs thrown against the walls, shredded to bits along with the odd boot or chewed up shield. Goblins had strong teeth, but not even they would take a bite out of a solid piece of metal. Something else did this. What she did notice, besides the forgotten gear, was the sound of running water. It was a ways off, but all it took was following the burbling noise and Emma soon arrived at the edge of a surprisingly large pond. Shallow at the edge, it deepened considerably just a few feet in, and Emma's torch lit up various plant life and flowers living in and along the water. 

"I should be quick" Emma sighed, setting her magical torch on the ground and dipping her hands into the clear water. Just rinsing her face was an immense improvement, but she knew she needed a deep, thorough clean. Not only for her own sanity, but given how feral certain creatures grew in the presence of pheromones, going any further while caked in goblin seed would be suicidal. Peeling the crusty fabric off her skin, Oumiya Emma carefully stripped bare next to the light, placing her silver heels neatly aside before submerging her clothes in the water. A cloud of white immediately dispersed, making Emma a bit nauseous as she watched, but with two or three more quick dunks, her coat and bodysuit were almost completely clean. Now it was time for her skin. The water was surprisingly warm as she splashed handfuls over her torso, her arms, her legs. Just scrubbing shallowly didn't remove the sensation, however, nor the stench. She was a bit apprehensive about taking a dip, given the danger, but having spent nearly twenty minutes by the pool, no other living things had come into view.

Unwilling to spend the rest of her journey smelling of goblin, Emma reluctantly dipped a toe into the pond, then her ankle, her leg, until she was almost completely submerged. With the warm liquid completely surrounding her, the dried seed came away much easier than before, and the knight breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed this area was relatively safe, and the temperature was awfully pleasant... The water wasn't completely still either, there was a gentle current that swirled around every curve of her body, and against her better judgment, she closed her eyes for just a second.

-croak-

Emma's eyes shot open at the sound. It undeniably came from a frog, but the way it rumbled through her chest, it had to have been an enormous frog. A pair of large eyes emerged from the depths of the pool, red and aimed in her direction, and Emma instinctively backed up towards the shallows. Its gaze stayed focused on Emma, and hers on it. The further she drew, the higher it rose, until Emma was sprawled out on her back, staring up at an amphibian over twice her size. Aside from its stature and crimson eyes, it looked to be a completely average animal, but if it had been living in the dungeon long enough to become that large, it was surely anything but normal.

"Hey there, nice frog..." she whispered, crawling backwards ever so slowly. The oversized frog remained still, simply watching, but Emma was wary, watching for the slightest movement. Her sword was waiting on the shore, all she had to do was turn and grab it-

-croak-

As soon as Emma turned her back on the frog, it leapt from the water with a splash, landing on the knight and knocking the air from her lungs. It wasn't heavy enough to crush her outright, but she found that it was more than enough to keep her pinned to the ground. More than that, the more she struggled, the more she felt something misshapen and slimy nestle into her backside. It wasn't the creature's foot, nor its tongue, so that only left-

"Not again.."

Emma could feel the strange ridges of the frog's member as it rubbed between her cheeks, searching for a willing receptacle. With none to be found, however, it managed to catch against the knight's vulnerable hole, widening her eyes as soon the slick end made contact. Emma's limbs suddenly surged with energy as terror gripped her heart, allowing her to scramble forward a foot or so, but she was instantly pinned once more as the amphibian shifted back into position. An ample amount of goo, both from the frog's alien member as well as its skin, had coated Emma's back and buttocks, and when the bulbous end next found its target, there was no hesitation. With a deep croak, the creature's hips shot forward, forcing its mating tool past Emma's anal ring. The knight's initial scream echoed loudly throughout the cavern before it was cut short, and Emma's head fell to the ground as her body violently shuddered at the intrusion. It felt less like a phallus, and more like a series of connected orbs that had been fused together, making every inch a newly agonizing experience. The constant flow of slime helped each new segment pop through, but not enough to render it painless. Burning friction, as well as the repeated stretch, contraction, stretch, left Emma fighting for breath, and when the frog began mating in earnest, she could do nothing but claw helplessly at the damp rock.

The amphibian's member plunged deep, over and over again, and with each heavy slam, knocked a bit more of Emma's senses from her consciousness. The feral thrusts were the very definition of overstimulation, making the knight's skin flush with sweat as her anal ring was thoroughly violated and rendering her speechless. She was distinctly aware of the weight of the frog's member in her belly, but no matter how much clenching and groaning she did, it didn't do anything to remove the monstrous object. Only after several minutes of nonstop rutting did Emma receive a moment of respite, but as she caught her breath, she realized her ordeal was far from over. The brief pause wasn't out of exhaustion on the amphibian's part, but of preparation. The creature's shaft swelled larger still, forcing another strained groan from Emma's lips, and a flood of ooze poured from the tip into her bowels, laying the groundwork for its next deposit. A few more steady thrusts and a futile plea from the knight later, and the oversized frog completed its task, pouring a massive clutch of circular eggs into Emma's stomach. The pressure in her belly grew, as well as the discomfort, but just before she felt like she was going to be sick, the pulsating member calmed, and no more frog spawn came forth. Having completed its task, the creature slid free of Emma's hole and returned to the water, leaving her to gurgle and moan incoherently in the shallows of the pond.