MONSTERFUCKER
Or The Epic of the Monster King and his Brides
CHAPTER 1: MY FIRST MONSTER BRIDES
I fuck monsters. I am the monster-fucker. Monster girls that is. Some more monster, some more girl. Just woke up one day in some strange land and started to fuck monster girls. I guess it was monster girl land. I have heaps of them, they all live with me in a castle. Yes, a castle. A castle full of monster girls that I fuck. I can’t even count on my fingers how many I have in there. More than ten. I found the castle whilst wandering this land. It was empty. Thought I’d live in it. All the monster girls live in there in one big monster harem. I fuck them. All different kinds of monster girls. The first monster girl I fucked was an arachne. I was resting in a cave before I found the castle and this big arachne with 8 legs and pedipalps where the girl legs were meant to be came scuttling over from a hole somewhere. She had white hair, eight eye on her face, and huge tits. She pinned me down with her carapaced, clawed arms and threatened me. She wanted to breed. I agreed. She was surprised at how quick I responded in the positive. We fucked. She wrapped her pedipalps around my waist as I plunged balls-deep in her arachnussy. I came I her womb. I also sucked her tits. Of course I sucked her tits. I suck the tits of every monster girl I fuck. I drink the milk. Her milk tasted tangy-sweet and I sucked and sucked like a baby whilst she stroked my head and whispered “ara-ara” in my ear. We slept on a bed made of her own silk webbing and she snuggled in my arms. I could see my residual cum dripping from her pussy and running down her big spider-abdomen. She asked If I wanted to marry her. I said yes. Now she is my wife. One of my wives. I have tonnes now.
It was after this we found the castle. All empty. A bit dusty, but otherwise fine. She set about cleaning it in a maid-suit that she weaved herself. Only a couple days later she gave birth to a litter of spawn. My spawn. They were part arachne and they all huddled together to their mother and she called me over and asked me to name them. I named them all. All 25 of them. They crawl around the castle now playing and spinning their webs in the corners. Some of them look like me a little. The next monster I fucked was a medusa. She has light green skin and some scales and hair full of snakes. I was out having a walk outside and she just came upon me holding some glasses and told me to put them on. Apparently they stopped me from turning to stone. She looked at me with golden snake-eyes and asked if I wanted to mate with her. I said I already fucked a spider and she said that in this land I could fuck any and every monster girl I like. Polygamy. Fuck it I said. Then she snatched the glasses from my face and stared into my eyes. I turned to stone. As in, my dick turned to stone. Stone hard. Immediately. We fucked and fucked and I came into her medusussy and I also fucked her tits and came over her chest and face. She slurped up my seed like some drunk lizard and swallowed it and said she loves the taste. I sucked her tits. Of course I sucked her tits. The milk was warm and it spurted from her nipples like a jet and I suckled and suckled until both her tits were empty and sat and lay next to her on the grass and she told me to save some for the children. Now I had two wives. Two monster wives that I fuck. The first of many.
Have you ever fucked a Yautja? I mean a Predator. A female Predator. Ever fucked a female Yautja Predator who is 2 feet taller than you? I have. I fucked one. I went on an expedition with my arachne and medusa wife through a jungle to the far south. It was fucking ages away from where I live. Don’t know why I went there. Maybe it was jungle fever. My darling arachne (who’s name was Arannia) had me on her abdomen as a mount. The medusa (who’s name was Gorgana) was behind me with her arms wrapped around my chest, her scaly claws pressing into and massaging my muscles lovingly. I heard clicking up in the trees and all of a sudden I felt a weight on my chest and this fucking Predator was standing on top of me. She had enormous fucking tits and fishnets all over her body for some reason. And her thighs. She had thighs that put an hourglass to shame. I flipped her over and wrestled with her and soon I had overcome her strength and had a knife to her throat. She started shivering all over her body. Was she having a fucking orgasm? My two wives were just watching the whole time. I think Gorgana might have even been schlicking it. She had her scaly fingers down her panties after all. I sniffed them later on to make sure. Fucking dirty little minx. Anyways this Yautja female flipped me over again and drew a circular blade and sliced open my pants. My cock flopped out like some flacid fat serpent and slapped about and eventually hardened in the heat and the sweat and the weight of this alien huntress sitting on top of me. She ripped off her leather midriff-top and her boobs exploded out like Oppenheimer. Big pale greenish tits with stripes and mottled as well. Not the same green as Gorgana’s tits though. More of a light green-brown than a emerald green. I fucked her right there on the floor of the jungle. Didn’t even take any notice of my wives giggling behind me. What’s so funny bitches? At this point we were covered in mud and leaves and the predator sluts pussy walls were like vices against my shaft. She probably could have flattened my dick with those cunt-muscles alone. I came in her snatch and she ripped off her mask and we proceeded to French-kiss. Mandibles and all. It was hot. After this I started to suck her tits. Of course I sucked her fucking tits. Why would you miss that opportunity? They are there to be sucked. Until they were empty. Took almost an hour to drain both her monstrous breasts. That milk though. Sweet. A hint of….lime? Lemon? Something citric. Reminded me a little of those lime-vanilla ice creams you get in the freezer aisle. It was very slightly green too, the milk. The milk from the yautja girls tits. Gotta remember to stock up on more of her tit milk later on. I have fridges full of tit-milk. All different kinds. All labelled. Meticulously. I fuck monsters and I suck tits.
CHAPTER 2: DEMON GIRLS
The subject is demons. Demon girls. I fuck them. There is an area on Monster Girl Land (an official name is pending) called Infernia, a volcanic blasted wasteland of crags and basalt and obsidian and lava flows. Not to mention caverns. Stone caverns. Flesh caverns. I was on a lone expedition there as my other wives were busy looking after my progeny. Medusa gave birth to some hybrid spawn of mine that wriggled around and started sucking her tits and hissing and they had no snake hair as of yet but rather a greenish complexion and their eyes were too underdeveloped to cause any statuesque misfortunes as of yet. Yautja girl stopped having her periods as clicked at me suggesting she was pregnant. That was nice. I did like collecting her neon-green period blood though. For drinking. Good stuff. So here I was in Infernia on an expedition, trekking the uneven terrain with a stick and leaping steaming holes and sulphurous craters. My goal? Well, lets just say I have been eating a lot of eggs recently to increase semen production. I entered a cave that yawned from a ragged edge of rock and descended in that warm opening. I saw a glow downward and ahead and headed for that. Soon I was in a chamber whos walls almost looked somewhat fleshy and had some unidentified ooze trickling down the surface here and there. That’s when they found me. Three of them. Three demon girls. All different. The first was no doubt a succubus, she had pink skin and little wings and little horns and yellow eyes with black sclera, a glowing tattoo adorned her belly near her womb. Two-tone white and black hair trailed down hair shoulders and over her well shaped tits. She was wearing black lingerie-like garments and she was holding a skull as if she was pondering it.
But the two demon girls next to her were something else. The middle one was what I later learned was an Onoskelis, a demoness who had no eyes or nose but a huge, vertical maw down her face that somewhat resembled a demonic, toothed vagina. She had horns and her skin was red, and appeared as it it was almost skinless and flayed in some areas. She stood upon fleshy goat legs that supported her feminine hips. She caressed her crimson breasts and twitched a little. She was naked. She seemed more primitive or animalistic that the others. The last demon was the biggest of them all. She was some higher-rank and had large wings and horns that added substantially to her height. Her face was mostly humanoid, but resembled a slight combination of panther and goat likenesses– her nose somewhat long and feline, her eyes glowing red-orange and exotic and her mouth with scars or lines along the edges suggesting a mouth that opened far wider than expected. A glowing pentagram adorned the exposed cleavage between her breasts, which were huge and draped with some black-leather crop-top in the subtle design of upside-down crosses. Her ears were very large and pointy and protruded horizontally below her horns, Gold jewellery adorned much of her body, contrasting with her wine-coloured flesh. Apparently she was a Duchess of Infernia.
Of course I had an inkling of what came next, given the nature of this world and the unexpectedly lovely and unconventionally attractive beasts within it. I learned from my wives that no males have existed for centuries in this land, and therefore most of my wives were hundreds of years old, but never (or very slowly) aged. Therefore every monster girl in this land was a virgin. So was I before I woke up here. Back in the normal world I was quiet and subdued, never the centre of attention and never receiving special attention unexpectedly. I was in my mid-twenties and went to college studying courses that I didn’t expect to lead to much but were important to “put my name to something”. I was lost in the world, drifting from day-to-day from one task to another, not especially attached to anyone and constantly lost in day-dreaming and distracted by frivolous things. Of course I was medicated. No meds in this world though. Didn’t have any when I woke up here. Don’t think I need them now. I wonder how my family is reacting to my disappearance. Probably concerned.. I wonder if I’m on the news yet. Missing persons, police and volunteers and sniffer-dogs and the likes, all searching forested areas or cars or waterways so that can drag me home to that tiny house; that household of tension and conflict and arguing, a cramped house nestled near others in a dull suburb like concrete sardines and fitted together like a giant game of horizontal tetris. It was a hot place too. Sweaty. Too sunny. Ugly vegetation. I wanted to blot out the sun there. I wanted a dark land of cool weather and open spaces. Monster Girl land (I should find a better name for this place) was fortunate in that this was exactly the predominant weather, or at least in the immediate place or country I woke up in. Where my castle was. Not here though in Infernia, with these three demon girls standing in front of me.
Any doubts that mass copulation occurred were immediately dashed on the rocks of intense and strenuous confirmation. It was as if that moment all the built-up sexual frustration and deep, stewing lust within my over my two and-a-half decades of life were immediately fulfilled in one sweaty, fleshy, convulsing moment of unrelenting passion and overwhelming joy. The succubus, the onoskelis and the duchess were all upon me. I felt teeth sink into my neck. Then I felt an extreme erection the likes of which I’ve never had, and a growing pressure in my balls as if they were filling up like a balloon and about to burst. Not that I can complain, for why else had I come here? Not to collect igneous rock samples. To collect monster girl samples. This venom I had in me caused a dramatic increase in sperm production, I was later told by the succubus in her giggling voice, as well as a special growth hormone that enlarged my member. Well that was nice. I have a bigger willy now. Bigger doodle. A bigger bald-man that was now deep down the throat of the succubus. At least I think it was the succubus. I couldn’t see. The duchess had ripped off her loin-draping and had thrust her dripping reddish-purple cunt into my face, and my tongue was exploring the insides. Very nice. Need to remember this flavour.
That first ejaculation of my four-way demon fuck was the penile equivalent of shaking a soda can and opening the tab. I never saw so much of my cock-snot before. Thick, white globules of it. Probably adhesive. Might even need acetone to get it off. Nah I doubt it. It was dripping down the succubi’s pink face and she seemed to almost choke on the stuff. But she swallowed it. Every single gooey string. Probably like 500mls of that stuff, I’m not even exaggerating. And this was only the first of many such climaxes in that mass demonic sex orgy that lasted who knows how long. I thought I had burned with lust much of my life. These girls have had centuries of it. To make matters short, I ejaculated at least three times for each of those demonic darlings, and no hole went unviolated. The succubus had her mouth (and therefore all of her digestive track) filled as well as her womb and her rectum. Because I fucked her ass as well. All of their asses got fucked. And their pussies. And their mouths. Yes, even the Onoskelis with that horrific face-maw of hers. I caressed her head and grabbed her horns for balance and ejaculated in that vertical hell-slit of a face, my doodle-glue laced lazily over her many sharp teeth like some thick webbing and the rest trickling down her fleshy open esophagus. She let off a little gurgling squeal. Her animalistic nature was somewhat endearing to me, as she convulsed and made funny little noises of deep sexual pleasure. She couldn’t talk but I knew that she enjoyed every second of it.
I sucked their tits. All three of them. Especially the duchesses giant deep reddish-purple mammaries. First I sucked Onny’s (what I started to call the Onoskelis) lovely red knockers, tasting the savage demonic milk from those unholy crimson balloons. She had black nipples. I never tasted a monster girls titty milk that I didn't like. Onny’s tasted smokey and sweet, reminding me somewhat of the taste of BBQ. Despite her appearance, she was delightfully girlish and playful. Next up the shapely pink chesticles of the succubus, a milk that brought back memories of strawberry milkshakes in summertime. I drained their breasts completely. Then I was faced with the task of the duchesses breasts. They were enormous and her nipples were pierced with gold jewellery and a golden nipple-chains hung between them like some erotic gilded rope-bridge suspended over a chasm of moaning and sensuous grape-hued flesh. This is where the duchesses motherly instincts kicked in. I sucked and sucked like a baby and nuzzled and squeezed those breasts, the milk bursting into my throat and tasting of caramel and honey and cinnamon and everything alluring and delicious and sensuous. Her clawed hands reached down and gently stroked my cock as she stroked my head with her other hand and cooed in that mature, smooth, motherly voice of hers. I must have ejaculated many times in her hands. She must have licked up my semen every time. Not that I noticed, with my mouth in tit-heaven and my belly full of a cocktail of demonic milk. I was so full by the time I emptied her right breast that I had to take an extended break. I fell asleep. I woke up to find them all cuddled and nuzzled up around me. Naked. I could see a slither of semen dripping from the succubi’s anus still as she lay with her face near my overworked cock. Onny was nuzzled up right in my arms, her nightmarish mouth breathing hot air right against my right cheek. My pillow was the duchesses lap. Her tits draped across the top of my head. One of those tits still was full of milk. I grabbed the massive hunk of tit with both hands and positioned myself to suckle. Time to finish the job. The duchess was making a purring sound in her sleep, and I managed to drink the entirety of her milk before she even woke up. Soon we were all awake and the demon girls furnished themselves around me to my comfort, massaging and stroking my worn-out muscles and whispering devilishly relaxing things in my ear. I married all three of them in that cave in one of their ancient nuptial rituals. The demons girls all drew blood from their hand and mixed it together and slathered it on my penis, and the duchess stated in her comforting, motherly voice that they were all married to me now. Interesting customs, these demon girls.
CHAPTER 3: THE MONSTER HUNTER, AND THE DEBASED RAPE
I didn’t return to the castle with all three of them. Onny died along the way. A monster hunter got her. Apparently I’m not the only human in Monster Girl Land (name pending btw). Not to say we didn’t get our vengeance. What we did to the monster hunter afterwards was one of the most debased and psychotic things I have ever and probably will ever do. The hunter was a female, apparently like me who was stranded here. She came from some far off colony of other humans also stranded, who hate the monster girls for some reason. All these human refugees were women too. Bitches. Cunts. The lot of them. There we were, all four of us walking across the wastes of Infernia, heading to the Blistering Desert to the west, the quickest but also the most dangerous route back to the cool, dark country of my castle. It was after we rested in a rock cave on the desert borders that cunt attacked us. She had a nice body, that hunter. Or cunter.
No doubt she was some kind of radical anti-monster girl, most likely a feminist or something back in the real world. I could tell she was a lesbian just from her haircut alone. The nose ring also screamed daddy-issues. Apparently her kind saw the monster girls as the manifestations of “toxic mens desire” and made for the “male-gaze” and other crap. Which was ironic because she was quite scantily clad herself. She approached us as we were heading out. Approached us slowly. With an aura of self-superiority. She wasn’t ugly or anything. I looked at her tits. The first thing she said to me was to stop starring at her boobs. I told her to tell her boobs to stop starring at my eyes. My demon girls around me chuckled. The monster-hunter drew a katana from her back. She said she’s here to kill us. Even me. I’m not even a fucking monster though. Maybe I should be. Maybe I like monster girls because the monster was on the outside. It was more sincere. Unlike the cunt that stood in front of me. The cunt with the katana. Cuntana. Before I could protest she lunged forward and pierced my poor Onny through the heart and thrust upwards, slicing through her clavicle and leaving her bleeding on the floor. I didn’t know what to do at that moment. I just stared. Stared at my fallen demon girl. Blood was seeping from her horrific yet unconventionally erotic and endearing face-maw. I just stared at her. The succubus and the duchess though were now upon her in a furious bloodlust. The monster hunting dyke obviously underestimated these two. Soon they had her beaten and bloodied and restrained. At this point I was just cradling Onny’s head in my arms and stroking it, my hands entwined in hers as the life seeped from her body. They wanted me over there. She’s gone they said. Revenge. Time for revenge. I hadn’t planned or formulated much in this department, as I was dazed and upset over the loss of my darling Onny. They had the cunt upside down now, her legs spread apart like some medieval torture-rack. But no medieval torture was as depraved as the acts I committed thenceforth.
DEPRAVED RAPE EXECUTION GURO SECTION STARTS HERE
Not that I could control it. The duchess gave me a small nip and the bloodlust venom was starting to course through my veins. I loss my sense of self. I don’t remember much. The monster hunter was stripped naked. She was squealing in fear at this point. I remember those cried for mercy. Not much else. I will now detail exactly what happened, as I later found out by the testimony of my demon-wives. This is what happened. I raped that monster-huntress. Even calling it rape is downplaying it. After I violated her anus and vagina I smashed out her teeth and used her head as a bloody onahole. She was choking. I don’t remember any of this, but the succubus was gently stroking her clitoris in pleasure whilst she recounted it to me. Every detail. After I left her face in a grotesque combination of blood, teeth and semen I forcibly shoved my penis in her ears. Then I cut her septum and fucked her nostrils. The screaming was horrendous at this point I was told. The succubus actually had an orgasm when she told me this. Then, to make sure no hole or orifice was left unmolested, I forcibly pushed my penis against her eyes with enormous pressure until they were crushed and put-out, my penis lubricated with the pulpy remnants of her vitreous humour and pounded sclera. I left her eye-holes dripping with blood and cum and dangling with meaty eye-pulp. The succubus still has her gristly lenses that she mockingly puts to her own eyes as if they were glasses. But the monster-wife-slayer was still alive. Alive and conscious. She felt everything I was told. Duchess gave her a nip of a special adrenaline-increasing venom. She didn’t die. After I destroyed her face I apparently actually started sucking her tits. Surprisingly gently from what I heard. The bitch had also defecated and urinated herself quite thoroughly at this point, her turds frosted with my semen. She was force-fed this by duchess. Whilst I was sucking. Gently. I had milk and she had shit. Glazed cum shit. When I was done I had suddenly bitten both her nipples together so hard they tore off in my mouth. I ate them. Then I fucked the wounds they left behind. She didn’t die.
The next couple of hours, yes, hours, I was told, were dedicated to various forms of creative rape and torture. I flayed the skin from her feet and hands. She screamed. She didn’t die. She didn’t faint. I cut various chunks of flesh from her torso and fed it to Duchess, who seemed to have a taste for it. She didn’t die. Or faint. She was beaten, raped, violently fisted both vaginally and anally up to the elbow, raped, flayed again, beaten again, had her shit rubbed in her raw wounds, raped with shit, waterboarded with piss, had her toenails and fingernails levered from what remained of her fingers, raped again, had onahole-sized chunks cut out of her and fucked, raped again, flayed a little more, burned with scalding water from a nearby volcanic hotspring, beaten again and finally hoisted up on a makeshift rack upside-down, legs apart. Her final execution topped it all. I had my penis lovingly wrapped in a device that Duchess was fashioning all the while- a demonic condom of sorts, wrapped with razor wire and all manner of blades, serated or not. My dick was now a thing of pure horror, and what was left of the monster-huntress, bloodied and mutilated and covered in waste and cum, even what was left of this waifu-slayer was crying again in dread at what was about to happen. To make it blunt, I fucked her in half. Starting from her ruined cunt and asshole all the way vertically down her abdomen, chest and neck. Each thrust tearing bone and ligament and muscle. Her entrails flopped out half-way through, it was remarked. The screaming was the loudest it had been throughout that whole ordeal. Then there was silence. The most haunting sound that echoed off those barren rocks and crags all that time was the final, exhausted gurgle, and silence.
DEBASED RAPE EXECUTION GURO SECTION ENDS HERE
After I woke up from my venom-induced bloodlust delirium I saw Duchess and Succubus picking at the bloodied bones of the monster huntress. I hadn’t a clue what had happened. They later told me everything. Every detail. After that day I was changed. Apparently duchess had accidentally gave me too much bloodlust-venom. Ever since that day I was more prone to sadistic and depraved acts. Now I feel like a monster. A true monster. A monster monster-fucker. I looked at the unrecognisable remains of the huntress. Her skull was still left intact. and Duchess fashioned it into a lovely bra she still wears from time to time. She’ll get along well with my Yautja wife, I thought.
CHAPTER 4: THE BLISTERING DESERT, THE CEREMONY AND THE SNAKE-FU
After this debased, violent and exceedingly controversial ordeal the three of us headed towards the Blistering Desert. Before we left we buried Onny and I looked for the most shapely and attractive rocks I could find in that waste and piled them in the place where she still lies to this day. The Blistering Desert was a country bordering Infernia, a place of hot sands and rolling dunes and ancient, half-forgotten pyramids that contain old secrets of this monster girl inhabited world. The passing over this country was the quickest way home but exceedingly testing on endurance, and my demon wives acted as sort of bodyguards to my person along those scorched plains. My diet consisted almost entirely of breast milk from Duchesses luscious, ornamented breasts. She would just lift a flap of her black leather top when I was thirsty and I would suck away taking my fill. I think Succubus was getting jealous that I was sucking Duchesses tits more than hers. She showed this when we camped in a cave on the side of a ravine. She pouted her pink lips and gave me side-eyes whilst I was suckling and a few irritated grunts. I looked over at her and she looked away quickly. I got up from my nourishment. I pulled down my pants and waved my cock in front of her, and after giving me an almost embarassed look she gobbled it down to the balls and sucked and sucked. I said that whenever I suck Duchesses tits she can freely suck the semen from my balls.
This seemed to please her. She said my cum was delicious after all. After a few days I was getting very dirty and sweaty, a definite stench arose from my pits when I cuddled with my wives. They didn’t seem to mind. Succubus was especially keen on keeping my doodle clean. She didn’t mind the sweat or the stink or the smegma. Sometimes I felt her teeth softly scrape at my bulbous head and she would stop and seem to savour something. I think she has a taste for my penile Parmesan. She was always a bit more debauched compared to my other wives. To think that she was a virgin before she met me. But they all were. I was the only male anyone had seen in over a thousand years. I think they needed me. They all needed me. To fuck. To breed. Little monster kids everywhere. I was the one who was awaited. I was the one who would bring them out of destruction. With my dick.
That night we had a prolonged demonic sex ceremony, the three of us. Duchess told me in her soothing, controlled voice that this was an old tradition amongst demonkind that hadn’t been practices in years due to the lack of male participants. We found a somewhat extensive cave out there in the cooling night sands of that desert and came across a cavern strewn with various abandoned items, including a box of red wax candles that Duchess took an interest in. She set about arranging them in a circle and various demonic-designs on the floor and lit them with a subtle wave of her hands. Succubus drew a knife she had suspended from one of her lacey, ropey lingerie-garments that en-wrapped her sensuous pink body and bade me approach her. To my surprise she ran the knife deep across my hand, and I was about to cry out when I noticed that instead of the expected sharp-pain I experienced a cool and almost orgasmic tingling down my arm.
She said this was one of her special blades that created a pleasure response rather than pain. I told her that I was worried about bleeding out and not realising it. She said not to worry as this blade had been enchanted as to make it impossible to inflict lethal wounds. She also told me that every wound inflicted by her knife would heal completely overnight. It was clear that this wavy dagger of shimmering pinkish-metal was one of the demonesses various pleasure-devices. All three of us undressed and succubus went around carving runes all over her lustrous tight pink body, stopping every now and then to lap up the blood from the blade. Soon both succubus and Duchess were covered in various demonic runed over the entirety of their bodies, and they writhed and entwined and swayed sensuously as they caressed their breasts and twats with their blood-smeared hands. Duchess opened her mouth to let off a loud moan of deep pleasure, her mouth slightly unhinging to reveal her many fangs and sharp teeth and her long, dark pointed tongue that dripped with spittle and had been the source of much oral pleasure. Now it was my turn to endure the runeification of my flesh. Runes and pentagrams and symbols were delicately and meticulously sliced all over my naked, willing body, by the obviously skilled and practiced hands of the succubus. The feeling was a constant waxing and waning of intense cool tingling shivers down my body – not quite entirely sexual but exceedingly pleasant nonetheless. By cock was spared scarification, as it was needed to be fully “intact” for the sensuous sex ceremony to work. I was ready. I had already fucked them before. What could be special about this occasion?
It was then that the bloody runes over my body started to glow with a fiery light. Then it happened. My testicles swelled. Swelled to the size of watermelons – no – beachballs. They were become giant and heavy and wrinkly and hairy and were like big brownish beanbags one may occasionally sleep on whilst watching television. I lost my balance and fell on my back in the middle of the circle of red candles, the feeling of growing pressure and hardness in my nuts was astronomically overwhelming and somewhat painful. Almost a good pain. Yes it was a good pain. As those massive meaty boulders reached their final size my cock stiffened and rose into the air like some phallic Empire State Building, slightly increasing in size but nowhere near as much as my balls. The reason was clear now. Duchess had venom that could increase semen production but this arcane sex ritual was several steps above. We fucked. Oh did we fuck. “Fuck” almost seems too polite to call it – as if our familiar concept of fucking was a mere fragment of the Platonic archetype of Fucking. A shadow on the wall. The candle-light projected many shadows-on-walls that night. If one was to film those shadows in isolation without any context the film would be banned globally.
The anus was the first hole on the list. Succubus had been enthusiastic and over-exciting the whole lead-up to this ceremony and she leaped on me before Duchess could protest or move. She spread those pink, shapely ass cheek and in one fleshy instance had my cock up her rectum to the base of that overgrown sea-of-balls. The anal walls were squeezing and massaging and holding my sausage like a demonic meat-vacuum, and I couldn’t have pulled out even if I tried. The squelching plapping sounds were especially grotesque – in a good way – and all of a sudden she released me from her ass-clamp and left my cock wet and lubricated with pre-cum and pinkish rectal-mucus. Such an unprecedented action left me confused. I didn’t even climax inside her. That’s when the unexpected happened. She said she was “going to do it” and duchess – who had been lying nearby and masturbating at the time, smiled in agreement. Then succubus let out a quick fart followed by coils and logs of her hot steaming shit. Hot steaming dark-pink shit. That smelled. That smelled good. Like some sweet nutty musky odour that drew ones nose to immediately find the source of the smell. Apparently succubus faecal matter was considered a delicacy and it was the only poo that was actually considered not only fit for eating, but nutritious. She scooped up a squelching handful and stuffed it in her minxy mouth and bade me to try some. Soon we were all eating shit. Succubus shit. Sweet, squishy, dough-like shit. Apparently consuming succubus shit was a vital part of the ceremony.
My cock was now constricted again in Succy’s (a name that I started to call her that stuck) tight pink asshole with the additional slippery lubrication of that demonic shit. I fucked her ass and groped her tits and kissed and licked her neck and I felt my climax on the horizon like an oncoming tsunami and when I finally orgasmed it lasted a full two-minutes by my reckoning. Imagine a prolonged orgasm of this length combined with your cock being constricted by a female demon combined with that noticeable decrease in testicle-pressure dialed up to a million. And the cum. There was so much pressure that Succy actively tried not to be blasted onto the cavern roof head-first by a fireman-hose of high-pressure jizm. But to no avail. She launched off my cock like a coke-mentos rocket and the cum sprayed on the walls and left white ropes draped over the stalactites and stalacmites and it pooled on the cavern floor and when I had finally spurted my final few sticky droplets I noticed that succubus was lying in a fetal postion with the cloudy white muck glugging from her asshole – and her mouth. I had actually came so much inside her that it travelled through her entire digestive system, into her stomach, up through her esophagus and out of both her mouth and nose. She was stuffed utterly with my semen. Semen-stuffed Succy. That’s what we’ll call her.
To think after all of that was just the prelude to the night’s sexual escapades. Soon Duchess was having her ass fucked in the same manner (though due to her larger size she didn’t burst off like poor Succy did). She was strong that one. Held her wine-coloured ass firmly against me as I came for the second time. I think I filled her up to her stomach. She told me that she wouldn’t need food again for a while. Next up – the mouth. You’d think after violating both my demon brides digestive systems they wouldn't want to felate me the way they did, but they were as eager as ever. Slurping, sucking, licking the glans, tongue under foreskin. Smegma-cleaning. You name it, they were both at once doing it. Succy had this time seemed to expel much of the pre-existing semen from her body in order to receive more (albeit this time in a more natural and direct passage to the stomach). They both each shared one load after I climaxed and they both licked it up and off each others faces and their fingers and swallowed in over-exaggerated gulping sounds and then bared their pussies to receive the same treatment. The magic in this ceremony made me preternaturally horny and full of much more energy than I would otherwise possess.
I told them I deserved something after all that work. They agreed. Their as-of-yet un-defiled quims were slick and dripping with their demonic love-juices, and they both at once plunged and tribbed their sexes in my face as if they were fighting for room. I tried my best to lick them all equally, my tongue and face like some errand-boy going back and forth exploring each flowery flesh slit with my unremarkable human licker. I gulped down mouthfuls of their wet nectar and after some unknown amount of time I said I was done. My face was sticky and wet and as I lay there I cradled them both -to the best of my ability – in both my arms. Duchess said I hadn’t had the full experience. Succy seemed to roll her eyes at this. I tried to ask what she meant but she grabbed my face with her clawed hands and before I knew it I had my entire head up to the base of my neck in her pulsating, constricting mommy – demon vagina. It was dark and warm and wet. I began to move back and forth, feeling those walls smother my face and threaten to suffocate me. Soon She pulled me out again and she herself had an almost exhausted look on her very subtly feline face – her cheeks a deeper hue than they are accustomed to.
At last the pure and blessed feeling of unrestrained vaginal sex concluded the ceremony. Succy had my member in her twat and slapped her shapely meat curtains rhythmically against my pelvis, firmly supported by huge inflated testicles of mine that enveloped and nestled and cushioned her repeated plaps, my tangly forest of pubic en-lengthened hairs tickling her legs as she went fully at it. Duchess thought to breastfeed me at this time whilst she waited for her turn, which came (no pun intended) sooner than she expected. Soon Succy was reclining on the floor fully satisfied with a devlish but content smile on her face. Duchess wasted no time hoping on the bloated meat train and soon my cock was being milked by her cavernous cunt which seemed to retain it’s tightness despite having my entire head in it earlier. We went to a softer, sandier area of the cavern floor and it wasn’t long before I had both my wives relaxed and cuddling against my chest. Duchess gently licked my ears with her long tongue whilst I stroked Succy’s white-and-black hair and soon they were both sound asleep. An intense sense of unconditional love overcame me then, not just sexual lust but pure, unfiltered love. They were indeed my wives. My monster wives. I am the monster fucker. I fuck my monster wives. When we woke up in the morning the runes had faded from our bodies - leaving not even the slightest hint of a scar -my testicles were back to their normal convenient size and both my lovely demon wives were pregnant with stomachs bulging as if they were already in their third trimester.
We were now halfway across this desert, my face wrapped in cloth leaving a narrow slit for the eyes. Duchess had fashioned me a hat made from some animal hide and I admired the craftmanship and shaping of it and commented that it was a perfect and comfortable fit. She leaned down and planted a firm kiss on my cheek as I said this. My demon lovelies didn’t mind the heat as much but they hated the bright sunlight, which endeared them to me even more as I too had a lifelong aversion to that great yellow bastard in the sky. It wasn’t the same sun though. We sought the shade of a prominent overhang and had something to eat near midday, the duchess offering some of the meat she had stored in a pocket in her loin-drapings that was no doubt of the animal she constructed my hat from. We all ate and huddled in the cool shade and I nuzzled at Duchesses great jewellery-pierced nipple and began to suckle. She called me a baby and laughed and Succy joined in. This made me hard for some reason. I asked my two demon-wives when they are expecting. A matter of days they told me. Fuck. I asked she hadn’t just flown us over this desert with her great wings. She hesitated. She bade me take a closer look at the landscape. Why? Because, she said, you’ll notice the winged bones of countless female demons who tried to fly over the Blistering Desert and got shot down with great long-ranged ballistas that monster-hunters had constructed on the distant rocky peaks for target practice. It seemed a sensitive subject to her. We continued over that desert, over dunes and flats and rocky ravines. We were only about half a weeks travel from the edge of the desert when I heard hissing in some cliffs overhead.
The lamia had been following us silently for our entire trek. We never even noticed her, not even my demon wives enhanced olfactory senses or hearing picked her up. It was a cool night when she ambushed us. A woke up to a tight constriction around my entire body and thought that my demon-wives had lain on top of me. But it wrapped all around me, squeezing and massaging every muscle from my ankles to my neck, leaving only my head exposed. There was hissing in my ear. I cam about my senses and found myself in the firm coiling grip of a lamia. A snake woman. A sexy snake woman. There she was, hissing at starring at me in the night, my wives still asleep. I didn’t call out though. I knew deep down that this serpent wasn’t here to kill or eat me. She had followed us so far and was obviously waited for the best opportunity to meet me. We started to move, silently. She brought me to a cave, just the two of us. It had already been illuminated with wall-mounted torches as if it had been prepared specifically for our encounter. She gently uncoiled herself and slithered in front of me revealing her full height. There she was. Her skin was a goldish-brown and seemed to shimmer with patches of blue and turquoise. scales here and there, her arms completely covered in this glittering skin. Her face was beautiful with dark, reptilian eyes and a wide mouth no doubt full of fangs that reminded me a little of Duchesses. Her hair was a deep hue of blue, almost black, with shimmering strands of green like streams of emerald water pouring like a waterfall down her back and her large, beautiful breasts, whos nipples were covered my a membrane of those iridescent scales that covered much of her body and contrasted lusciously against softer patches of her supple girl flesh. Her tail was long and blue and green and with a golden strip of central belly-scales down the front that gave her a regal and majestic look which was enhanced by the golden jewellery and Arabic and Egyptian-esque symbols she wore on anklets and bracelets, including the instantly recognisable “Ankh” symbol which adorned her neck. The tail added considerably to her overall height. She said her name was Set’hara.
She begged me. She just flopped to the ground weightily and clutched me my my mid-section with her arms and begged me to marry her. Then and there. She said she needed a mate. She said she has waited so long for the prophesied male and she didn’t even know that I’d ever come. I said I understood. I hugged her and said I’d marry her. We embraced. She wrapped that tail around me and kissed me and it felt like I was in a heaven of coiling, squeezing muscles and surprisingly soft scales. We married under the ancient traditional manner of lamia, reciting vowels and making certain obeisant gestures towards the desert sands and the moon. Then we had sex. Lovely serpent sex. She had the ability to retract the scales covering her breasts and vagina and I stared at her deliciously deep-golden nipples and that slightly vertical-pussy whose squishy folds she massaged and stroke invitingly, rubbing the clitoris and spreading her labia with two of her strong, long-fingered turquoise fingers. I plunged my cock in that cloaca-pussy and fucked and fucked and fucked, moaning and hugging her body and kissing her and thrusting in that mating-press position until I ejaculated and filled her cunt to the brim with my bubbling white cock-concoction, which spilled down the sides and around and down her lovely tail and she snatched me and bid me suckle her breasts. She must have watched me fuck my demon wives do the same because she was insistent that I drank all of her illustrious breast milk from both of those glittering gilt melons until they were empty. It tasted like paradise, not a bit of difference. When the sun arose we emerged from that cave and bade good morning to my demon wives, who looked happy for me and hugged their new sister-wife in turns and said they were hoping we would run into a lamia. The more monsters I wedded and fucked, apparently, meant the more likely I would arise to the title of Monster King. This was news to me. We set off, the four of us, across those sands and eventually came to the borders of my country and my castle and the rest of my lovely monster-harem which had now grown four members the larger.
CHAPTER 5: THE RETURN TO THE CASTLE – THE FEAST, THE BATH AND THE BEDROOM.
The Blistering Desert bordered a range of rocky mountainous peaks to the north that subsequently slopped down slightly into a high and windy plateau that stretched on and on until it suddenly stopped at a sheer precipice overlooking the grey and dark land in which my castle was nestled deep within. The four of us made it through this landscape without much incident and when we got to that massive kilometre-high drop-off Duchess took us one-by-one and flew us down, which was a safe manoeuvre at this point due to the sights of those long-range ballistas being far behind us. After three days journey we at last reached the lonely peak in which stood my castle and the rest of my darling monster wives. There it stood, a lone fortress-sentinel amongst a grey and cold land, in itself it rose 600ft it rose from its rocky hill, and had nine stories. A great roadway led from the base of the hill and curved upwards to greet the main gate which was embedded in the east side of a 40ft encircling wall.
The place was a lot cleaner. They had been at work, it seemed. Household maintenance, refurbishing, renovation. Gorgana, Arannia and Yautja all greeted and embraced their new sister wives in the great hall and began chatting and laughing amongst them selves and giggling whilst giving me sideways glances. Yautja’s belly was noticably bigger, and – like my demon wives- was expecting. My numerous children of Arianna and Gorgana all huddled together and I picked them up and hugged them one-by-one and ruffled their hair as they called me papa or dadda. Then Arannia scuttled over on those shiny black legs and grabbed by hand in her claws. She wanted to show me something. All of us followed her up the great staircase and through many empty, clean rooms and finally to another hall at whose end stood a large door wrought in exquisite gold ornamentations. She opened the door. A massive bathroom. A massive, luxurious bathroom with polished marble that was streaked with gold decorative veins, a high ceiling and a massive, built in, square bath in the middle that looked as if it could house the population of a town – closer to the size of a swimming pool, and having carven marble steps leading up to it on all sides and myriads of gilt spouts with taps made of crystal. The whole room was lit by a sturdy-looking chandelier of pure gold in the middle of that high ceiling.
GR.R.M-ESQUE “FOOD-PORN” SECTION STARTS HERE
That night we feasted. All the girls were in the great kitchen on the second story preparing their favourite dishes, all busy stirring pots and baking and frying and walking to-and-fro with plates of food that they specialized in. I even saw Succy squat over a platter, spread her naked pink asscheeks and let out a long, unbroken coil of her musky, nutty, sweet anal-fondue mousse delicacy that was specific only to succubi. That would probably be for desert because it was being chilled. Yum yum. The sight of her tight pink sphincter letting out that delicious load made me pop a boner. Anyways I went to the great dining hall on the same level of the castle – a massive room with a high arched window on the north side made with a glass of a deep-red hue which only let in only trace amounts of crimson light the colour of blood and seemed to increase the voracious appetites of all those to whom it shone its carnal light. The table had been set, spread with a long dark tablecloth drawn taught, and the walls were draped with hangings of red and yellow and oranges and browns. Candelabra of finely wrought iron lined the middle of the table and pretty soon my wives started coming in with their steaming hot platters of varying delicacies. It wasn’t long before the entire table was lined with a multicoloured array of diverse food, all steaming or bubbling or stacked gently and warm and inviting upon their golden plates, and all letting off a concoction of smells that combined together to form a single-multi-layered aroma that permeated the hall and would leave the fabric hangings drenched in it’s residual hearty loveliness for a week. Separate smaller tables surrounded the main intended for my children to feast and play at to their content, and smaller dishes were being prepared for them as they chased each other and slithered and scuttled around the great dining hall, filling those once-empty vaults with the echoes of their laughter.
Arannia brought in a sumptuous mountain of shredded-silk fried pork drizzled in a special spicy sauce of sweet and tangy garlic and paprika with a hint of special arachne venom to enhance the subtle flavours and linger the sweet-savoury aftertaste, Gorgana swayed her hips at me as she set out a beautifully arranged platter of various aromatic cheeses and selected cured meats that would never go off, intended as an entrĂ©e which I started into immediately. Best fromage I have ever tasted. I smacked her scaly ass as she left to get more and she let out a sensuous giggle. The increasingly complex smells were making me so hungry that I thought that I could eat non-stop throughout this whole night and not get full, and I had especially worked up an appetite after the expedition with my demon wives. Yautja’s dish was quite different from the rest and contained an unusual combination of her own blood she had shed, meat from some game she had hunted sandwiched between rolls of bready, pastry-like dough that crisped golden on the outside and was gently soaked green and sweet in the interior with that alien blood of hers.
I noticed her belly as well. She was pregnant. Not as far advanced or quick to gestate as Succy and Duchess, but definitely pregnant. She towered above me and grabbed my head and held it to her stomach as to make me feel to pulsating life within. I kissed her belly and she clicked at me lovingly a gently groped my manhood, then left. At that moment I was consumed with primal hunger and the desire to mate and felt like indulging both these unrestrained instincts at once in some messy food-orgy of devouring and drinking and fucking. But I held out. Not in front of the children. They need a role model. I thought of my children then. It struck me odd at first that all my children so far had been daughters – not a single son yet. I realised that perhaps male birth-rates were especially rare and one of the contributing factors to why there hasn’t been a single male for over a millennia. Maybe Succy, Duchess or Yautja will have sons?
Then it dawned on me that since I was the only father of all these children that are and will be that there would be a potential they would grow up and, if there were any males, interbreed with my daughters. I didn’t really like the idea of this. I was broken out of this current train of thought by the dishes brought in by Succy, Duchess and Set’hara. The smell of BBQ immediately greeted it’s aromatic colleagues and added a fiery and almost sinful note to that almighty incense, and the platters those luscious demons carried were full of meats drenched in sticky brown spicy barbecued sauce that seemed to emit a blurry shimmer off the edges like radiant heat or a mirage in a desert. Set’hara brought in an entire carcass of some four-legged deer-like animal that was stuffed with grapes and fruits and had crackling honeyed skin that flaked and sizzled. She also had a small vial of seemingly glowing pink liquid that she bade me drink. She said it would “increase my appetite”. Oh boy did it. Soon the table was completely set for the main course, with smaller supplementary dishes also brought out to accompany those larger ones, and of course smaller portions for my many daughters.
We began feasting. If any affair was considered opulent and exceedingly and unrelentingly over-indulgent, this was it. We gorged and gorged on platefuls of everything we could lay our eyes on, drinking fruit-wine deep from golden goblets and splashing and spilling and dropping crumbs everywhere. Never has any place both in Monster Girl Land or Earth seen such unrestrained gastronomical displays of pure and underutilised gluttony. A couple of my wives vomited on the floor a couple of times, which only led to more room for more eating. The children were going wild and having drinking and eating contests amongst themselves and running along the length of their table, and my six wives were happily gorging and chatting and drinking amongst themselves. Then Duchess called for a toast. To the Monster King. They all looked at me. Then it struck me that I was what they were referring to. Desert came and went in a similar fashion, with frosted treats and a generous load of Succy’s butt-mousse and ice-creams and trifles and cakes all disintegrated amongst our lascivious and ravenous mouths.
The privy’s were busy that night. After we had all relieved ourselves it was time for the grand bath. Water was naturally pumped from a colossal aquifer bellow the castle and up and out through those glistening taps, heated along the way by a boiler room located below. The children had all gone to bed and I had tucked them in one-by-one kissing their foreheads and my wives and I headed over to that grand and spacious bathroom, ripping off our clothes and heading to that colossal central bath. Multiple taps filled that steadily bubbling tub until a steaming miniature lake of warm froth invited us all to jump in, naked, with breasts bouncing and swaying and shining wet in the golden white light. Such relaxation I had never felt, to feel that comforting liquid engulf me and my six nuzzling brides, all wanting to be closest to me and to have my arms draped over their shoulder and their breasts gently squeezed and fondled. Then Yautja came up to me face-on , stuck her head underwater near my crotch and took my erect member in her mouth. Her mandibles tickled my ballsack as that wet maw licked and sucked and tickled my shaft and glans, and soon she emerged from the water with a mouthful of seed that she gulped down. Set’hara told her to save some for the rest of them. We all laughed. It was when we were all drying off in preparation for sleep that both Succy and Duchesses waters broke.
Succy gave birth first. Both my demon wives lay on the bed of the grand bedroom that had been prepared for me whilst I was away. The rest of my wives helped attend to them as they pushed and pushed. There wasn’t too much screaming. Perhaps monster girls have easier births than human women. But nonetheless they were attended to carefully by their sister-wives, and soon a head protruded from Succy’s expanding vagina and a red-skinned little crying imp finally popped out attached to an umbilical cord. Succy held the wailing infant in her now-motherly arms and smiled at me with a deep admiration that wasn’t lust but pure and true love. It was a boy. The wives all gasped and laughed and congratulated Succy until Duchess started to groan almost sensuously and they soon quickly attended to her whilst I held both their hands between them. Duchess gave birth to twins. One girl and….one boy. The simultaneous rejoicing of not one but two sons being born permeated that chamber and I remember shouts of “the curse is broken” and “long live the Monster King” thrown about in joy and exultation. Apparently now that two sons were born to me, the rest of my brides wouldn’t have a problem bearing sons, now that the “curse was lifted” and “the prophecy was being fulfilled”. I held my new children in my arms and stared into their closed eyes, and in that instant knew that their destinies would – along with my own – be great indeed. If I was indeed this prophesied Monster King, I now had two heirs to my name. But the path to such a title was still far off.
