InterLewd: Miss Fortune [❤️❤️❤️]

You are in a place you’d only ever heard tales about. A place where lives could be made, where time is an illusion, where even your rotten luck could turn around. You are Unlucky, and you are in a casino.

You sway uncomfortably from side to side, unused to your dark green high heels and your now absurdly curvy body. Your guide insisted you wear the soiree dress that exposed your ample bosom and clung just loosely enough around your waist that nobody would notice the bulge of your tucked penis.

This was your punishment for thinking you could be free of debt (and your awful, awful luck) in another plane. Thankfully, you were given an out. Rumpelstiltskin told you that if you won back the money you owed, you’d be freed from your debt.

When he said ‘debt’, your crotch got really hot and your dick started to pull uncomfortably tight on your g-string, getting slathered in your hot pussy juices…He snaps his claws by your ears and you blink away the fog in your mind. Your circlet almost slipped off your head there! The crystal at the center feels comforting against your skin. An anchor in the whirling emotions of the casino.

“Keep the diadem on, okay?” He smiles and leads you towards a roulette table. “Let’s try our luck.”

Several turns later and your head is in your hands. Your luck hasn’t changed.  When you bet on red thirteen, it lands on black two. When you put chips on six, seven, twelve, thirty, zero, it lands on anything but those. Red? Black. Black? Red. Every other number? Anything but that.

Rumpel, as he calls himself, is the complete opposite. He’s staring at the table stoically behind his sunglasses, and he never misses a bet. The dealer even waves over some guy to make sure he’s not cheating, like they do for all winners. You pout and lean over the table to put the rest of your chips on every single number.

The guy facing you is looking down your shirt as your cumbersome jugs brush against the table, but you don’t care. You’re going to win something even if you lose more. At this point, between the never-lose-Rumpel and the never-win-you, a few people have stopped to watch.

“Ma’am. Ma’am, you can’t do that.”  You frown at him and cross your arms.

“How about this, Unlucky.” Rumpel brushes the nape of your neck with his wing. “I’ll bet on red, and you bet on black. If I win, you buy drinks for everyone at the table. If you win, I buy drinks for everyone in the casino.”

The table is filled and more gather around. The dealer sends you a pleading glance. Rumpel has been fleecing these guys for a while and they’re looking for help. They need allies. They need you. They would be the best partners: You know too well that the house always wins. You look at the dealer and nod. He nods back.

He believes in you. You grit your teeth.

“Deal.”

The chips are set. All eyes are on the ball. All save Rumpel. He takes a step away from the table to smoke a cig. The wheel spins and spins…

“Now that I think about it,” Rumpel says, “if you win this you’ll be halfway done with your debt.”

Ping!

The ball catches on the clicker, jamming itself long enough for the force of the wheel to send it rocketing away from the wheel…and into the dealer’s eye.

“Augh!”

There goes your only ally. And the ball. The wheel spins to a stop, and you sloop down on the table, tears brimming in your eyes.  You flop on your side and quiver your lips, your cleavage knocking over stacks of chips. You’re supposed to be a man, dammit! You’re way too okay with this!

Another dealer comes out and glares at the table, declaring all winnings lost. Probably to recoup all the chips your guide won while playing. Rumpel shakes his head and whistles. He pats you comfortably on the back.

“It’s okay, Unlucky. Why don’t we try poker? You said you have a great poker face.”

You check your purse. You’ve still got token—chips. What are tokens? Before you can think any further, Rumpel pushes you along to a poker table. One of the enforcers hangs behind Rumpel when you sit down. A few of those from the roulette table join you. A minotauress with an eyepatch, a man with red hair, another without any.

The one-eyed woman is easy to read. She’s a musclehead in leather armor here for some quick fun. Very direct, willing to bet large to intimidate, but her eye gives her away.

The man with red hair—an equint, those aren’t tattoos—is shiftier. Nice clothes, but unremarkable. Not a big fish, but an experienced one. This one plays to win large and is willing to give up smaller victories.

The bald man looks forgettable. He could be a police officer or a fireman or whatever, he was just an everyman. He doesn’t even look like he understands the rules. When the dealer passes out the cards, he’s got a massive grin on his face and is chuckling to himself.

“Don’t worry about winning.” Rumpel puts his wing on your shoulder. “Just play.”

You narrow your eyes and sit up straighter. The dealer looks expectantly over your shoulder, but Rumpelstiltskin shakes his head. The table is yours. One-eye has got a decent hand so she casually tosses some chips in. Redhead folds. Baldy looks between One-eye and Redhead before mimicking One-eye.

Oddly enough, you’ve got a good hand. The three of you reveal your cards. One-eye has two pairs, Baldy three of a kind, and you’ve got four of a kind. You stare at the cards in confusion. Did you just win?

You did!

You take the pot. It feels odd to win. Stranger still, the good luck keeps coming. You win the next round, and the next, and the one after that. You’re on a roll!

The dealer is looking between you and Rumpel suspiciously. He leans away from you and the comforting wing is gone. Time to fly solo. You get a straight flush. Unless you’re mistaken, this hand is practically unbeatable! Better yet, you can read your opponents: Redhead has a bad hand, One-eye isn’t confident, and Baldy is clueless as always.

Time to win big. You go all in.

They each show their hands and you hope swells in your chest. There’s plenty of room for it to swell more. Then it comes crashing down.

Baldy has a royal flush.

Big tears run down your cheeks as all your chips go to him. It’s not fair! That was a lot of tokens! Chips, you mean. You frown and wonder why the idea of tokens makes you afraid…and so wet? You bite your lips and throw you head back to sit straight, your g-string digging deeper into your pussy.

“You’re out, lady.” The dealer’s eyes linger on your cleavage. “Unless you have something else to offer?”

You bite down the small spark of excitement. Madness lies down that path.

Thankfully, you have other options. Losers always quit before hitting it big, and you’ve still got collateral. Not really yours, but Rumpel doesn’t react when you take off your diamond-studded collar. The dealer’s a bit disappointed, taking out a lens to investigate the jewelry. He passes you more chips and you get back to playing. Rumpelstiltskin hums and pats you on the back before striding over to the nearby bar.

Once he leaves, another round starts and your opponents open up.

“So, what’s a pretty elf like yourself doing in a pirate den full of scallywags and degenerates?” Redhead asks.

“Stupid equint.” One-eye snorts and peeks at her cards. “She’s with Rumpelstiltskin.”

“I’ve been away from Nancy’s for a while. Fold.” Redhead has a pair. “I’m guessing Rumpelstiltskin is the harpy? Never heard of him.”

“Nobody has.” Baldy chuckles as he wins another pot. “Guy comes out of nowhere and sets up the best independent bordello in a single month. Word is he’s got a way into Prillia. ‘S why he’s got exotic workers like blondie here.”

“I don’t work for him.” You huff to hide your surprise at another good hand. “I’m just…a bit in debt is all.”

The three of them chuckle darkly. Even the dealer smirks slightly. Jerks. You win the next hand and their smug expressions fall.

“How does he get into Prillia?” Redhead stares at you intently. “Last I heard, Shipwreck Cove’s smuggling stopped when Prillia set up anti-teleportation arrays a good thirty-odd years ago.”

“Word is that he’s using a portal through Niflheim.” One-eye bluffs with another raise. “The Shaman Lord set up a lottery for crews…though you could always bribe your way in.”

“Not Niflheim.” You correct and fold. “Haven. Different plane. Pretty good place, so long as you don’t fall into debt.”

Then it becomes a really nice place. You shake that thought away.

“Like here, then.” Baldy proudly shows his awful hand. “My former crewmate’s handsome enough to be sold as a prostitute. Last I saw, he was hoping to get into the House of Temptation. Says its safer.”

“You can also buy your freedom back.” One-eye wins the round, digging into your steadily depleting pile. “Rumpelstiltskin gets his pick of the litter among Baiser’s people.”

Litter.

Machines sucking your nipples. Hands grabbing your swollen body. Flesh slapping on flesh as joy, pure joy rushes through you. Your dick trembles and you jolt at the fading image. The others look at you in surprise. What was that?

You look at your hand. Terrible. Why did you raise? You’ve only got about six chips left.

“Desperate to gamble away your debt, eh?” One-eye takes a couple chips from her pile and holds them to you. “I’ll give you a few…if you show me your tits.”

Your blush reaches to the tip of your ears. The gem in the diadem vibrates slightly, but you ignore it. Here’s a chance to keep going, to win it all back. And all you have to do is show your boobs? You’ve done worse, you’re pretty sure.

Redhead and Baldy heckle the minotauress as you think about it. The dealer just rolls his eyes.

“What are you, gay?” Baldy laughs. “Don’t you see bigger ones when you shower?”

“No whore is that shameless.” Redhead tacks on.

You’re not considering it, are you? They clearly want to see you naked. It could serve as a distraction! You take a look behind you, spotting Rumpel by the craps table. Security guards circle him like sharks, and most of the casino’s attention is on him winning game after game.

“She’s stacked.” One-eye shrugs while keeping her eye on you. “I can appreciate a pretty girl or a handsome fella. Not like either of you have the equipment to satisfy me.”

The two men grumble at her barb. One-eye’s grin shifts into a slack jaw. Baldy and Redhead stare at her in confusion. Until you lean over, your bare nipples brushing against the table as you grab the chips from her open hand. You sit back in the chair, dick straining under your rumpled dress.

They are enamored by your body, almost hypnotized by it. You are beautiful and knowing that makes your sex glisten even more. You pull your dress back up…well, you try. Have your tits gotten bigger? Your blush deepens as you try to cover yourself, but you can’t seem to fit in it anymore! You groan and cover your nipples with an arm, your bust threatening to spill out of your grasp.

The dealer clears his throat and the four of you keep playing. Thanks to One-eye’s contribution and your distracting body, you eke out a couple more winning rounds. You still have less on the table than anyone else, and they keep raising the pot. Redhead has the most chips and is eager to raise.

Thankfully, you win the next hand. But when the dealer passes the chips to you, the one at the top of the pile rolls off and goes under the table. With a groan, you get on your knees and look for it under the table.

“Ma’am?”

“Play without me, I dropped a chip!” You look around and find it, having rolled right in front of Redhead.

You get close and pick it up, but something else catches your eye. The bulge growing along Redhead’s pant leg entices you closer. Equints have horsecocks, the type of thick dicks that spread your insides apart and fill you with hot, sticky—How do you know this?

Why are you getting closer?

You back away, but your bracelet gets caught on his pants and pulls it down. His bright red horsecock springs out like the world’s best jack-in-the-box. He looks between his legs, a slight bit of alarm peeking through his poker face.

A bit of dust lands in your eye and you wink to get it out. Redhead gets a small smile and nabs a few more chips and holds them up under the table. He appears to be misunderstanding something.

He brings down a few more chips.

…so long as you’re winning chips, right?

It’s only a little bit. Not like you’ll lose your head over it. You crawl over to his throbbing dick and hold it in both hands, feeling his weight, his sheer girth. Your hot breath settles on it, and your cheeks flush.

“I think you’ve got a good hand, equint.” One-eye says.

You wrap your lips around the tip and fireworks go off in your brain. Your pussy salivates with lust, desperately begging you to shove that monster inside you. Instinct takes over you and you slowly jack off Redhead.

Your eyelashes flutter as you suck the cock harder, shoving it deeper inside your mouth until his tip is knocking at the back of your throat. You bring up your F-cup boobs and massage the thick cock.

Your slurping and titfucking aren’t heard over the sounds of the casino, but Redhead has lost two more hands while you were down here. Shoot, you’re going to lose your place! And your chips!

You squeeze your tits tighter around his cock, a pleasant prickling coming from your nipples as you start lactating. The milk lubricates Redhead’s rod and you massage his dick faster, slurping up the tip as the gooey precum fills your mouth. His cock twitches and Redhead groans, shooting ropes of hot jizz down your throat.

Your cheeks bulge out with cum, some even coming back up your throat to shoot out from your nose. Eyes watering, you swallow the massive load without coughing. As if you’ve done it hundreds of times before.

Redhead spares you a glance and smirks. You’re blushing and panting with strings of his jizz running from your nose and mouth. He passes you a couple chips discretely, but all your fuzzy mind can think about is the burning storm of want in your loins. Thankfully, you manage to concentrate enough to remember what’s at stake.

Even if a part of you is whispering that being in debt to Quinn is the best thing that’s ever happened to you, that you would be lucky to find yourself back in the pens, drowning in—Stop, stop! You crawl back to your spot, shuddering as you feel your cock slip out of your panties.

Grumbling a few curses, you move your growing meat pole around under your dress until the tip is hidden in your underboob…is it you or are you bigger again? You wipe your mouth and climb back up, careful to hold your boobs so nobody can see your delici—your nipples.

The other three players stare at you as you settle in your chair, Redhead’s lecherous grin growing when you bring up the chips.

“Sorry about that.” You blush under their pointed stares. “Found my chips.”

You get back to playing, and luck is actually on your side. You win the next few hands, mostly because the others are distracted by your swaying breasts. A small thrill rushes through you when you flash a milky nipple to the minotauress, surprising her enough that she folds. After making back your losses, you start imagining the kind of rewards Rumpelstitskin will give you for winning.

Is he going to make you gag on his harpy dick? Stick you in the machine and milk your lewd udders until you beg to have your holes filled? Maybe let you shove your cock inside…why are you even thinking about these things? You come back to reality, the dealer looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Ma’am? Ma’am!”

"Sorry, distracted.” You shake your head, trying not to acknowledge the pulsating rod growing between your swollen breasts. You look at your hand, and struggle not to react to the godly hand. “All in.”

Redhead smirks, but One-eye and Baldy fold. He thinks you’re bluffing…you lick your lips when he matches your bet, your cock throbbing with excitement as a puddle forms on your chair. You can’t let yourself get distracted now! Just…use your tits. You slowly bring your chest up and down, stifling a shuddering gasp as you give yourself a boobjob.

You blush harder. Nobody knows you’re masturbating in public. All your squirming and blushing makes it seem you’re bluffing. Yes, that’s why you’re massaging your cock in public.

For the game. Not because you’re a desperate, sex-crazed slut.

Redhead is baffled when you reveal your hand, and he’s left with barely anything as you gather the chips. A few more rounds pass as you slowly jack yourself off, struggling to keep yourself from drooling. One-eye practically loses everything when you squeeze your nipple and gasp as a splurt of milk trickles from your hand.

You’ve amassed a lot of chips by masturbating in public to hide your poker face. A few times, you didn’t even bother to look at your hand, too distracted by the sensations. They could all see you, moving your ample boobs up and down, hear your stifled moans…but they didn’t suspect anything, sending a thrill up your spine.

It all comes to a head when Baldy tries to ‘go fish’ and is out of the game. At this point, the tip of your cock is nearly poking through your cleavage. The three of them are looking at you in awe and barely disguised lust, as they should be. Your wet pussy demands to be filled; your entire body is hot with the need to be used. The part of you that wanted none of this, the unlucky, boring version of you, is screaming that something is wrong. That you’re going too far.

One more bet, you reason. One more, and you’ll win it all. But they’re already getting out of their chairs, unwilling to lose any more.

“Let’s make this interesting.” You stop the dealer and push all your chips into the center. The three of them stop and stare with interest. “I’ll bet everything I have…and my body, on a guess. Not cards. A simple guessing game.”

“Ma’am, unsanctioned bets have no place here.” The dealer tries to push the chips back to you, but One-eye pushes him away.

“I’m interested.”

“Ma’am…” The dealer grunts, but Redhead pushes him away. “I’m going to have to get security. This is against the rules.”

The dealer goes off in a huff, but he gets swept away into a crowd rushing through the casino. He yells out something as he’s pulled away in the stream of gamblers, but he is drowned out by the crowd. How unlucky for him.

“What’re we guessing?” Redhead leans on the table. “And what are the stakes?”

Your cock throbs between your ginormous tits.

“If any of you is right, you get to split the winnings. But if you’re wrong, I get everything you have.” Baldy, Redhead, and One-eye look at each other, then back to you with a nod. “Okay! What…is in between my legs?”

They guess pretty fast.

“Obviously, a whore’s pussy.” Redhead says.

You lick your lips. He’s not completely wrong.

“She’s probably hiding a weapon. So, a knife.” One-eye adds.

Your two-foot erection could be considered a weapon.

“Um, uh…a dick?” Baldy scratches his head.

“What are you talking about, you moron?!” Redhead scoffs. “Have you seen her tits? There’s no way she’s got a cock!”

“I’m just covering our bases, man!” Baldy flinches as Redhead slaps him in the back of the head.

Wow. You lost the bet. But for some reason, you’re still smiling. Redhead and One-eye are bullying Baldy and you slowly shuffle your dress down your perverted body.

“Oh noooo…” The three of them see your smile and become sullen, thinking you’re being sarcastic. “Looks like you’re…right!”

Their eyes pop out of their skulls as you let go of your tits and your dress. Your dick flops out from between your G-cup breasts and bounces on the poker table, tumbling the piles of your losses aside. And lucky you! Most of the patrons are distracted by some fussing occurring on the other side of the casino. Only a couple dozen people see you expose yourself!

“I can’t believe I lost~!” You giggle and swing your squirting milkers around. “Guess you’ll have to take my winnings and use me until I break!”

They’re looking at your slutty body in confusion and lust. Gosh, they don’t know what to do with you! You wrap one hand around your rod and jack off, your other hand going between your legs to push your nuts aside so they can see your drooling pussy. You giggle some more, swinging your perverted body around.

“I’m not going to look a gift whore in the mouth.” One-eye recovers first and gets on the poker table. “Let’s see what that monster can do!”

The woman is a foot taller than you, but you can see eye-to-eye when she kneels on the poker table. She takes off her shirt with a sultry smile, her tits spilling over to meet yours. She leans close to you, your boobs smushing together around your cock. You lose control of your hips, thrusting into the double titjob recklessly as your lips meet in a kiss. Your eyes roll back as her nipples rub into yours and your cock grows with each throb.

Your tongues wrestle in your mouths until your bucking hips forces your erection to knock into your chins. You break the kiss and the two of you lick the head of your cock as it continues to grow past your cleavage. She struggles to wrap her mouth around the tip, her wet hole exciting your cock even more. Her eye widens when you lick at your massive dick, the trembling member pulsating and growing even more.

She pulls her mouth off your rod with a pop. She’s about to say something when you feel something shove inside your cunny. You squeal as your cock sprays your faces in a layer of precum. One-eye stares at your panting face in surprise, barely reacting as you kiss and lick away the jizz from her face.

“For a whore, she’s really tight!” Baldy says from behind you, his length thrusting inside you once more. “With a body like hers, I thought she’d be looser!”

He thinks your perverted body should have been used more? Your pussy drools at the compliment, and you run your tongue up and down your pole some more. One-eye stares at you with lust as you shove your ass onto Baldy’s crotch, breasts swinging around as they squirt milk everywhere. She trembles, beads of milk gathering on her areola at the sight of you. A growing crowd watches you get railed over the poker table, faces ranging between confusion, shock, and lust.

“I think…I think she just covered us in precum.” One-eye licks her lips and pulls down her pants. “I’m going to need a lot of contraceptive potions after this.”

She spreads her cow legs apart, her pussy completely soaked in her love juices. You’re barely aware of her, lost in the dicking as you struggle to pleasure your three-foot cock. Your cheeks go sallow as you try to suck more cum out of your rod, the haze of lust blinding you to the perfect cunny just waiting for you.

Until the cow pulls your cock down with her hooves, struggling to aim the massive member into herself. Like a switch is flipped, you see the glistening love tunnel and ram yourself into her with stunning accuracy.

“Guh~! By the forge of Minos you’re huge!” One-eye grunts, a dribble of milk running down her tits as you thrust inside her.

“Fuck! Love! Fucking! Gimme! Cum!” You can barely think, the pleasure that you’ve waited for so long slamming into your mind.

Baldy and One-eye bounce your body between their crotches. A third of your cock disappears into the minotauress cow with enough force to swing her tits around, the streams of milk growing with every thrust. Baldy grabs onto your thighs to shove himself even deeper inside you, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance of your baby-crazy womb. You fall forwards onto One-eye’s chest, your mouth latching onto her nipple and mindlessly sucking away.

“Ah!~ Fuck, you’ve got me milky as hell!” One-eye moans, your tongue running circles around her tit and you eagerly suck down her bounty. “Your cock is gonna break me!~ Ahn~! But I don’t care!~ Fuck! Gonna~ cum~!”

You moan into her tit, your hands reaching for her boobs to squeeze every drop of her milk inside you, all to bring her pleasure. You thrust deeper into her, the impression of your cock pushing against her abdomen, two pairs of tits squirting a big puddle of milk onto the table. Her entrance squeezes your cock tight, your muffled yell of joy redoubling as your pussy tightens on Baldy’s cock.

With a final thrust, his cum rushes into your desperate womb. The picky organ whines that its not virile or even demonic, but you’re too busy by the clenching in your testicles to care. With a long groan, your cock shoots at least a gallon into the trembling cow. Her eyes roll back and her nipples spray out in sympathetic pleasure, her pussy squeezing your dick, sucking another couple gallons from your churning balls. Her stomach bloats with your seed, pushing you off her massive boobs.

You whine, your cocksleeve too addled to continue pleasuring you. Even worse, Baldy pulls his flaccid dick out of you, leaving you woefully empty. Thankfully, there’s a big black horsecock bobbing just inches away from your face. An unfamiliar equint stares down at you with a cocky smile, and your mouth waters.

And another cock, one you’ve memorized with your mouth a little under an hour ago, brushes against your entrance. You barely notice One-eye roll away as the two equints spitroast you, holding her bloated stomach with both hands as she stumbles away.

“If this is what a whore from the House of Temptation is like…” She shudders and some of your thick cum splats out of her. “I’ve got to visit.”

She says that, but you’re more interested in the group of people forming around you. Men with tight pants, women licking their lips as they watch your bobbing cock. And you get to serve all of them? Your happy hum shifts into a yipe of pleasure as Redhead’s cock spreads your cum-stuffed cunt apart.

You’re so lucky to be a Haven slut.

Later, a minotaur is dicking you down while you suck your cock between your jiggling tits. You’re covered in a healthy layer of jizz, blissfully unaware of how much time has passed. In fact, you’re barely aware of anything except the pure joy of being used. You’re pulled from the haze of pleasure when the minotaur’s cock pulls out of you.

Without stuffing you with more cum. What gives?

Loud voices tickle the edge of your awareness. Something about illegal bets? Not a place for prostitution? Several security guards getting into unfortunate accidents any time they tried to interrupt something?

You don’t care to listen. You need to fuck. You get up and jack off, tongue lolled out as you squat so that you can feel the jizz oozing out of your holes. They fucked you in your pussy and your asshole, lucky you!

“Damn you, Rumpelstiltskin! Get your whore out of here!”

“Technically, she isn’t one of my workers.” Is that master’s voice?

You bound over to him, kissing his stomach and trying to pull down his pants. He’ll give you the dick you crave!

“Isn’t she? Whatever, I don’t care! You’re banned! From here, from every other place I own, no, from every casino, period!”

Master Rumpelstitlskin sighs and pulls you to your feet.

“Come on, Unlucky. I’ll try and fix you elsewhere.” When you don’t move, he leans close to your head and whispers in your ear. “I’ll bring you back and you can get impregnated again. Does that sound nice?” You look at the harpy with worshipping eyes. He takes the diadem off your head, the quartz cracked in half for some reason. He looks between it and you with interest, then shrugs and leads you out of the casino.

“It’s almost like you become a different person. Are even still Unlucky?”

Unlucky was the other. The boring one. The three-pump chud, the idiot who shoved his cock in asses when he tried to go for the pussy. You’re not unlucky. You’re fortunate to have found Quinn, found a master to bring you endless joy as a slutty birthing bitch.

If anything, you’re Fortune. Miss Fortune.