For most adventurers who failed in their campaigns for fame, glory, riches or power, that failure could mean only one thing; a grisly death. 
Yet for some brave souls who delved blindly into depraved dark depths, and who were possessed of certain talents and a bit of luck, a comparatively more pleasant route of damnation awaited. Some may have thought such fate to be equally awful to an untimely demise, or thought it even worse. 
But those who’d ‘suffered’ such a fate certainly weren’t complaining about it, at least. 

“AAAAAAHHHHH! GODS YES! DROWN ME IN YOUR YUMMY FUCKING JIZZ!” Nina screamed, her voice shrill and haggard from all the screaming she’d done since arriving in the pit. Not that she wished to stop, ever. Her wish continued to be granted as thick doses of yellow spunk roped over her already matted blue face, just as pungeant and musky as ever. 
Her eyes drifted lazily back downwards once her umpteenth orgasm fizzled out, and though her view was masked by cum clinging to her eyelids and lashes, she saw enough to giggle and sigh affectionately at the view which never failed to rejuvenate her love. 
In every direction, wriggling tentacles writhed, coiled, twitched and bucked about. The field of flesh went on forever, or at least into the darkness-draped horizon. Amidst the sea of tentacles softly glowing and illuminating the air with their deep hues of purples, reds and greens alike, bodies of other girls could be charted. A twitching black furred foot. A quivering colourful tail. A set of generous cloud-white breasts suckled upon by hungry tendrils. As such, these bodies contributed not just erotic sights but lewd sounds to the heavenly hellscape Nina was happy to wallow in forever. Moans, gurgles, screams and babbled filthy words created an eternal erotic ambience that surrounded the buxom lynx. 
Of course, as she was reminded by a flick to her clit by a tiny, whip-like tentacle, it was only fair that she add her own notes to the melody. 
“Haaaaahh! Yes, Darling~ Who wants my pussy next, huuuuaaaAAAAHHH! YES!” She teased, only to be immediately punished. Which was, after all, exactly why she always did it. Her head tossed back while her body, spread eagle atop a bed of sopping flesh, was invaded by a particularly thick shaft possessed of bulges erratically spread across its’ surface. 
Nina hissed the splitting pain out through fiercely clenching teeth, with eyes wide and hands shaking in desperate holds over two more slimy tendrils. Yet compared to the pleasure her pussy was wracked with, the pain was nothing. As such, those gritted teeth were displayed within a wide hungry grin, those eyes were rolling back in her sockets in bliss, and those hands were jerking and caressing the thick tubes of flesh even as she wrenched them for dear life. 
Once she’d acclimatised, as much as a girl with a lust obsessed mind and corrupted body could, to the brutal pounding of her pussy, Nina strained her head back upwards with some effort and a hearty whimper, just so that she could watch her own pussy being parted wide under such a relentless steady assault. Every time the tentacle slammed inside it would, naturally, bottom out inside her, pushing into her cervix and causing a fitting distending bulge to protrude from her navel. 
Nina watched it all for but a few seconds before the splitting sensation burning from her pussy and spreading to her every nerve, the squelching sounds of her ‘punishment’ and the actual sight of it became too much. 
“Ohhhh... Ohhh... OHH MYY~!! AAAAAHHH!”
As she happily thrashed about, letting those foul bulges spread across the circumference of the girthy cock grind her into yet another sizzling orgasm, she tried her best amidst her stupor to please her 'darling' in kind. 
Nina pivoted her hips to clench her kegel muscles, hastened the stroking motions of her hands, and leant her neck to one side so that she might lick lusciously into the endless bed of squirming flesh.
Hard as it was to concentrate while the tentacle was thrusting with the flexibility and stamina that only such an immense monstrous mass could achieve, Nina still noted a satisfying reaction in the beast. Indeed it was impossible not to notice her own legs becoming immersed in pockets of tentacle clusters like pits of quicksand, her nipples being clasped by feeler-tipped, suction cupped shafts and the telltale throb making the bumps of the tentacle stimulate her sweetest spots deep inside. 
"OHHGODSSYESSS! FUCK! CUM IN ME DARLING! KNOCK YOUR PRETTY KITTY UP!" Nina meant to say, but while the words seemed crystal clear in her head like a doting love song, they came out as an unintelligible joyous mess as her pleasure continued to spike mercilessly. 
Nevertheless, her desperate plea was promptly fulfilled. With one final shunting thrust that forced the tip of that tubed and slimy tentacle dick partially through her cervix, the monster began spewing a sticky, stinking dose of semen so thick that it churned and clung within her womb, the overflow forcing it  outwards purely by virtue of volume. Nina was filled beyond capacity, while  irregular messy shots of spunk, equally thick and yellow and gently steaming into the putrid air where it soaked into her skin and fur, painted over her contorted face, hair and neck. 
Nina panted desperately, knowing fully well by that point that these brief lulls in the constant violation of her body were the only chances she'd have to regain her composure, or at least become capable of logical speech once more. Her chest heaved, though her movements limited under the tickles and tugs and tweaks of those clasping suckler tentacles around her perky nipples. Yet despite the unrelenting stimulation upon her breasts and deep within her pussy where the fat tentacle still twitched out the last fat droplets of its' load, Nina could not have been happier. This was truly the kind of joy a beautiful, noble, admittedly cock adoring Mage like her deserved, right? And if her previous cries could actually be proven true - if she actually could physically bear her new lover's otherworldly young - then surely the pride, satisfaction and ecstasy of being a brood mother would trump anything she could have done as an adventurer. 
Her tongue rasped up a thick trickling of cum clinging to her cheek while the tentacle finally pulled itself free from her pussy, only for a new, equally bulbous shaft to whip against her labia. With a shudder and a giggle, she thought on how even if she wasn't pregnant yet, she sure as hell would have fun trying.

Not far from Nina, a certain woman with a colourful coat, a body fit for a predator and a mind swimming in the bliss of being prey had no reason to doubt her own state of fertilisation. Not with a plump, smooth, rounded belly that jiggled lightly every time her ass was parted deeper and wider down the veritable pillar of cock she was heaved down onto from above. Her arms and legs were tightly coiled up, the grip of the beast manipulating her movements and forcing her up and down on the spined purple cock that stretched her tail hole wider than any canine knot could have mustered. 
Although Geecku didn't need restraining, she certainly revelled in the thrill of her bondage.
"Nnngghhhfuck! You evil fucking bastard... Geecku... Nnnhhh... Geecku fucking loves it! C'mon, c'mon, tear Geecku the fuck apart!" 
She growled, her eyes slitted, mouth drooling despite her attempts to save face at least somewhat against such a weighty, powerful pounding. Her wild blue hair was frazzled and frayed across over her fringe and far down her back, and her body glistened with the unmistakable generous sheen of sweat and spunk that had accumulated over all the time she’d spent in the pit so far. 
Whether it was out of some unspoken, strange concern for the young rapidly gestating within Geecku, or simply out of desire to gently tease her most sexual orifice while abusing another, the flesh had left her pussy un-penetrated ever since her belly had begun to show. However, it did allow another of its’ countless concubines to lap away at Geecku’s folds; a spotted leopardess with a body bigger even than Geecku’s, whose mind had seemingly been sapped of all logical thought beyond feasting on pussy juice. The licking, slathering and nuzzling against her sex gave Geecku a gentler thrill, yet one that made the grinding and rutting of her ass seem all the more brutal by comparison. 
Every time the tentacle rammed its’ way within her rear, the impact would cause her tail to quiver from base to tip, with another sound, half whimper and half growl, coming from beyond her fangs, bravely bared as though they were the last bastion keeping her pride and power as a hunter intact. 
Her nipples were soon coiled up too, by a pair of tiny tentacles that tweaked, twisted and flicked into the nubs, made prominent and sensitive by Geecku’s pregnancy. She endured the sensation, barely, while tossing her head about and allowing herself a simple cry; 
“Fuck Geecku fucking harder!!!” 
That was, however, before larger tentacles slithered around the actual swells of her mammaries and constricted forcefully. The stimulation had an immediate, and obvious effect. 
Geecku’s breasts, swollen and tender in anticipation of bearing her young, released her warm, nutritious milk from the ducts of her nipples in hearty sprays that rained onto the deep tentacle bed beneath and the fur of the leopardess eating her out. 
The leopardess growled briefly, and forced her tongue into Geecku’s slit. 
The tentacles writhed at the sensation, forcing the cock splitting its’ way through her tight rear passage to whap and smack and furiously ejaculate deep inside the wild woman. 
Geecku herself just couldn’t stop screaming. 
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! FUCK! FUUUCK! GYUUUHHHHH!” Her fangs had parted, opening the floodgates of her utterly defeated cries. While high pressure spurts of creamy mother’s milk sprayed from Geecku’s breasts, her own clenched pussy squirted forth as well in the midst of her hardest orgasm of her first ‘adventure’ ever. 
Perhaps it was her last, as well. Geecku certainly saw no escape from this hell herself, not with her body impregnated, ass pumped full of so much cum she feared it might torrent out of her mouth (with whatever sanity remained in her brain), and pussy at the mercy of a leopardess as mindlessly corrupted as she was soon to be.  
“Heeeheee... Muh... More... Pweaase... Cock... Cum...” Geecku twitched out, a wide smile plastered cheek to cheek. 
Adventuring was over-rated anyway, right? 

Rachael would have purred out much the same quivering pleas with desperate, dirty words, if her mouth wasn’t split wide open, lips forcibly stretched around a slimy rutting tentacle, and throat giving the only audible signal of her pleasure that was possible in such a state. 
That being, a deep resonant purr which rippled through the living flesh rendered sloppy with the cum of so many gushing orgasms forcefed into her gut. 
She’d been moved about, manipulated and repositioned in so many ways since she’d descended into the pit, contrary to the irresistible will of the lustful being whose tentacled membrane seemed to stretch on forever. Rachael didn’t even remember when, or how, she’d been brought there. All she really knew was that some point after that buff bull had laid claim to every orifice of hers and enjoyed her in every way he wished, her consciousness had shifted to this new realm. As though newly roused from a good deep night’s sleep, no memories of the actual point of falling unconscious remained. Rachael was unaware as to this pit’s location in relation to the dungeon itself, or how much time had lapsed between her last climax in the bull’s clutches and the abrupt tentacle-endowed cockslap that woke her into this abyss. 
Such details, however, were moot. All she knew was the present moment, within which she lay on her front, arms and legs sunken into the floor of flesh beneath, her head craning and ass pushed up, so that her new ‘owner’ might fuck her pussy, ass and throat all at once even deeper. Nothing else mattered. Whatever could have mattered, when it felt so good to let all other thoughts fall out of her head, and relinquish all control to this immense being? 
Rachael could feel the heated motions of the deep layers of tentacles that had trapped her arms and legs. As tightly constrained as her limbs were, she could still perceive highly pressured massaging strokes, flicks and tickles from her biceps to her fingertips; from her thighs to her toes. And with her hearty furry bosom matted down and felt up by suckling beaks and coiling shafts beneath, Rachael was receiving an onslaught of restraining and relentless molestation. 
The beast had her completely trapped, thoroughly fucked in every way and stimulated across every erogenous facet of her body. And she was just one of countless other bitches held in its’ eternal grasp. 
As much as she had adored the passionate yet powerful dominance of her minotaur master, as far as Rachael was concerned he was merely a warmup, a means by which she could grasp her own fragility, and the pleasure that accompanied submission to a being of greater superiority to her than she could have ever fathomed. 
This being was her better, and if it wished to use her as a toy, a thing to fuck, a pussy to impregnate, then it would be her orgasmic honour to serve that end. 
Her eyes were dulled, her brilliant black body caked and stained and made to almost glow an unhealthy faded white with the sheer quantity of cum that had overflown out of her holes over the course of every individual internal orgasm that each tentacle had churned as deep as they could within her. Bound as she was, she made an ideal target for errant spunk streams, the likes of which she was truly grateful to be baptised with time and time again. 
She could feel how full her womb had been bloated up with cum, and even how much warming essence was still oozing from her tailhole, plugged tight with the newest in the line of ridged, lewd tentacles to slither and spasm about inside. Exhausted as she’d become, with even the stamina of a rogue like her long since depleted under the strain of chain orgasms and constantly energetic fucking, her tongue could only lazily lap and flick about under the juicy tentacle tearing into her throat, ever perspiring with the same sinful sexual slime that kept Rachael’s libido running high even if her body could not quite keep pace. 
Still, with what little effort she had to expend, her purring maw, smooching lips, rough tongue and warm, wet, welcoming lower passages milked her new owner as best she possibly could. Even if she was unaware on whether the beast could ‘see’ her or not, at least in a conventional sense, her half-lidded eyes still tracked a long slow gaze along the tentacle fucking her mouth with swift aggressive strokes. Her golden eyes, still shining even with her mind dotingly destroyed under the weight of carnal corruption, gazed with a passion that she would have sung of to the heavens, were her mouth not preoccupied. Her purr still made for a hearty, meaningful ‘song’ in and of itself. 
Its’ newest climax was approaching. She could discern them clearly by now, and the sheer anticipation was fast pushing her over the edge to another orgasmic high of her own. The twitching of each shaft as it picked up speed, aggression and force. The increased sloshing sounds of her own body being defiled. The feeling of such thick flexible cocks of endless length opening her up in ways she could simply never get used to, as though every new inward thrust was the very first. And the knowledge that, bound in flesh and gagged on cock front and back as she was, there was no escaping the inevitable; Rachael was going to be creamed from the inside out, quite possibly becoming as heavily impregnated as she’d seen several other girls being nearby. She was going to be filled, and she was useless to stop it. 
The delicious surrender kicked her straight over the edge into a gurgling orgasm that she screamed out around the tentacle with pride and joy.
“MMMMMMMNGHHHHLLLLKKKK~!” 
Her shriek, already muffled by her mouthful, transformed into a sopping messy noise as halfway through, her throat begun being doused in spunk. The thick gooey chunks of monster semen spewed out not just from within her stuffed lips, but back out through her nostrils. Rachael gulped feverishly, coping with the flow, excessive and thick in taste as ever, by drinking it down hastily as she could. As ever, it could never have been enough to keep it all inside her, but Rachael didn’t mind that one bit. Not when it meant she had plenty still to savour and let sizzle across her tastebuds, clouding her head with filthy musky salty sexual flavours even while the erupting loads jetting into her womb and her rear kept her focus captive and her orgasm roaring.  
“GLRKKKK... NNGGHHFFF... MNHHSLLPPP...” came the tune that Rachael, in her tail-twitching, body spasming, eye rolling, pussy squirting bliss, gave while under the internal assault of cum coating her insides. Her toned thighs, rounded rear cheeks and delicate tail were splashed in new layers adding to the essence still seeping into her pores from previous poundings. 
 Rachael felt hot, from the pit of her stomach, the core of her womb, and the depths of her rear. She felt full, with the loads that even now those ever powerful tentacles were able to churn about minimally inside her, as if making extra sure the seed took root. She felt intoxicated, as her mind swam in the musky aromas that had been surrounding her all this time, which she savoured with lazy licks across her maw. 
Most of all, she thought loosely while her consciousness drifted into a fuck-induced sleep once again, she felt happier than ever before. 

Mora felt like she hadn't seen Alejandra in a lifetime. For so long she'd searched for her, and she had even done some bad deeds in pursuit of her and the Mistress whose dominance she was a fool to ever have denied. 
Now that Alejandra lay before her, with eyes shining like impeccably shimmering sapphires into Mora's own, there were no words that could have described her happiness. 
As such, Mora chose to manifest her joy physically. Through her left hand tenderly raking through Alejandra's two-toned hair, her right sinking into the girl's white snowy doughy rear causing a twitch in her thin cow's tail, and her lips passionately mingling about in a hot, deep, long kiss. 
Their bodies had collided together, tan and pale pairs of bountiful breasts smearing and slipping about together, legs coiled up and arms exploring across every curve and fold, every bump and swell of their thick, healthy forms. Alejandra's patchy face, blessed with a rosy blush that spoke volumes itself of her happiness over their reunion, was leant as close as could be into Mora's, mouth opened to allow passage where their tongues mingled and mixed. 
Their lips parted, thin bridges of saliva lingering between their lips then breaking down onto their collarbones. For a moment, both were silent save for staggered breathing. 
Mora moved her lips to speak, but before any proper words could form, both siblings were forced into haggard screams as their pussies were violated by a pair of bumpy monstrous tentacles. 
"GYAAAAAHH!"
"NNNGHHH!" 
Their sounds mixed together like a fine harmony, the direct result of being pounded into and claimed by the monster whose flesh they laid upon, and whose eternal depravity they had both come to adore. Even Mora, the newest addition to the fold, had surrendered herself swiftly enough. Though having seen her own sister giddily pouncing her soon after arrival, with a plump pregnant belly and pussy leaking thick monster spunk, certainly acted as a catalyst for the warrior's corruption. 
"You're... really showing now, sis..." Mora whimpered, her words strained under the pleasure of their embrace and the feeling of tentacle punching through her soaked folds. She could feel Alejandra’s smooth bump protruding into her own torso. “Lucky bitch...” Mora cheekily chuckled, only to have the wind knocked out of her by the cracking sensation of another tentacle cracking horizontally over her ass. 
“Mmm, impressive, no?” Alejandra cooed, fingers tickling up that telltale bulge slowly, with pride. “Don’t worry Mora... You’ll get your own soon too.” The black and white cow teased before pecking her sister’s lips once more. 
Mora was already thrashing about where she lay, stuck between her sister and a bed of tentacles, pussy rutted and vigorously churned up. The tentacle within even twisted about clockwise, as though showing what it could do. Mora’s orgasm was immediate. 
“GYUUUUHHH! MORE!” Mora shrieked. 
“Haaaaah, good girl!” her sister simply giggled, even while receiving the same drilling treatment to her pussy. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t feeling mindbreaking bliss in kind; Alejandra was simply experienced enough with the feeling by that point, that she could hold a conversation through it. 
“You like that, sis?” She continued, milking the control she suddenly wielded over her bigger buffer older sister while she could. “You like being fucked by filthy naughty tentacles? You wanna drink their cum, have their babies?” 
“Yessss!” Mora chanted amidst Alejandra’s dirty words, thighs clenching up around her sibling’s hips. She humped feverishly, like a beast in heat. “I love it! Gawds, just gimme more!” 
“You’re gonna be a good breeding bitch, you filthy slut... Just like me...” Alejandra hissed out, teeth chewing on Mora’s neck with hands pawing those bountiful tanned tits ripe for the groping. “Both... gonna... fuckin’ cum... for this wonderful fuckin’ monster... yeah... nnngh... it feels so good, to birth those babies, too... nnnnhh... want us... to birth ‘em... together... Mora... Mora... Mora!!!” Her words came out as barely audible vibrations around her mouthful. She could taste so much spunk, so much evil essence on her sister’s skin. It cast her mind back to the one who’d brought them both, brought all the others, to that inescapable, irresistible, immaculate hell. With the portrait of that person burning in her mind, Mora’s high pitched cries singing out, and both their bodies wriggling and grasping and humping in depraved, insane bliss, Alejandra knew just what to scream. 
“MISTRESS! FUCKKK!” 
As though the words had flipped a switch on the tentacles’ capabilities, both Mora and Alejandra felt their cunts rutted to the absolute limit, a few violent thrusts giving way to an inevitable, massive surging of spunk gushing deep inside the pair. Their bodies quaked together, breasts pressed and limbs gripping and even their budding clitorises flicking together. Such small motions by buds of flesh with such sensitivity, only forced their minds to soar into near-intolerable levels of sensual overload. 
Once their puckered asses were parted as well, in a sudden, vicious, unannounced motion that forced slick phallic shafts deep within, their minds really did short out. Neither the brave bovine Mora or the magnificent mage Alejandra could hold onto a shred of sanity, with their bodies so perfectly owned inside and out. By each other, by the beast, by their Mistress. 
“OOHHHHGAWD!!!” Mora howled, cheeks whipped by another leathery dick  twitching out its’ own load, scattering the seed over her freckled face. 
“MNNGHUUUUHHH!!!” Alejandra gurgled, throat immediately and immensely torn open around a spunking tentacle while her tastebuds swam in the foul essence. 
Nearby, further sounds from familiar voices added to the erotic melody. 
“NNYYYAAAAHHH!” Nina mewled hoarsely, vagina parted around a duo of spiralled pus ridden lengths forcing her to squirt out her orgasm at an impressive pressure while jizz splatted her between the eyes. 
“HHNNGHWWUUHH...” Geecku exhaustedly husked, with a bevy of hands from strangers in the pit slithering across her entire colourful, cum coated body, sticky bubbles of warm seed drooling down her visage from the roots of her soaked hair.
“BLUUUGHH... HAAAHH...” Rachael gargled, cum bubbling and trickling within and out of her finally freed mouth even while her pussy, tailhole and face were given no such mercy, the latter receiving a sudden aggressive bukkake mere seconds later. 

Such moments of ecstasy were entirely commonplace within the Pleasure Pit. Nevertheless, a certain someone was revelling in this particular combined spike in the euphoria of the depths. 
“Nhhhh! Yeah...” Tatyana quivered, in the kind of mediocre yet satisfying orgasm gained from voyeuristic masturbation. The Mistress panted quietly, the sound echoing throughout her chamber, empty for the moment. In her mystic minds’ eye she could still see them all; tossing, turning, screaming, begging, stroking, cumming. And in the eye of the storm, a pair of bovines, smiling serenely even with monster semen drooling from their womanhoods. 
Tatyana grinned widely, hand aglow, readying her spell and concentrating her thoughts on the next concubine she sought that night. 
Truly, it was good to rule. In her heart she felt a passion unkindled for so long prior, now stoked once more after gaining the bovine prize she had been owed for so long. 
Perhaps it was time to expand her influence. To put her whores to wider use.
But to that end, exciting though it was, there was so much that needed to be done.
First things first though...

Better fix that front door.