PART II
CHAPTER 6: MY CURRENT LIFE, MY NEW WIVES AND MY CHILDREN
All that was five years ago, and I will now entail my present condition. I now live with twice the amount of wives I had then, all met and married and mated under their own enthralling and highly erotic adventures. The seventh wife was actually met in the castle itself, below in the abandoned dusty crypts that were draped with curtains of cobwebs and thick with nitre. She had rested in that crypt for hundreds of years, and was starved of blood – and other bodily fluids. We found her in her coffin nested in a dark niche in the heart of the crypt, and when we opened her casket we found not an old dusty corpse or bones but a beautiful, pale-skinned, white-haired vampire in a black-and-red corset, fast asleep, as if she had only been there for mere hours. Her red eyes opened almost the instant I touched her cool cheek and she immediately sat up with a preternatural speed that threw me backwards onto the cold stone floor. I had gone by myself on this tour and none of my other wives were there to “protect” me, and the vampiress was upon me before I even fully realised what happened. Her face had now contorted and wrinkled to a bat-like visage, her pale mouth now a maw full of elongated fangs and a long hungry tongue. She stared at me for what seemed like hours, until a smile spread on that monster-visage and returned to the previous pale, womanly countenance.
“I have...waited for you”, she said. She seemed almost aloof and timid when she said this, a stark contrast to that previous monster-aggression she displayed. It wasn’t long before we were entwined together on that hard crypt floor kissing. Our tongues entwined and our saliva mixed together and our lips squelched and slathered over eachother until we drew back and starred into eachothers eyes cradling eachothers faces. She pulled off her corset and I removed my clothes, and her decently-sized pale breasts wobbled out of that tight dress at the same time my cock flopped out of my pants erect and already pulsing and dripping with pre-cum. We made love right there in that barely-lit mausoleum and I sucked her cold, pale tits. Her milk cooled my entire body and somewhat refreshed me, and I sucked her tits and broke her hymen and fucked her tight, pale quim until I deposited a generous load into her vampiric womb and she pulled me back into the casket and we cuddled and fondled and kissed eachother for a long and hypnotic time. Her name was Venya.
“Marry me”, she asked in that strangely timid and slightly drunk-sounding accented voice.
“Yes”, was I replied, “as long as you don’t mind having many sister-wives”.
“Of course not….darling”, she smiled and kissed me and I fireman-carried her out of the crypt and up back into my castle and to my wives. We married that day and now I had seven monster brides. Seven lovely monster-wives that I fuck and love and impregnate.
My eighth wife was met on a vacation to the Mystical Forest to the north of my country. A beautiful place that was, the high canopy of the trees creating an almost perpetual dusk amongst the otherworldly plants that budded and bloomed with flowers of red and blue and pink and were gently illuminated by fireflies and bio luminescent flora. I was there with Aranetta, Yautja and Set’hara, scuttling and prowling and slithering through those enchanted groves. Suddenly I was engulfed in darkness. Huge roots erupted from the soil and leaf-litter below me and entwined around to create a sort of miniature-cave dome that I was now prisoner to. Then she appeared – that green-skinned, green-haired nymph of nature, that sumptuous lady of leaves and root and branch – a dryad. Mother Nature herself, in fact. Her hair resembled layers of leaves of a mixture of dark green and autumnal orange, and her naked body was a meadow-coloured green field adorned with swirling vine-like markings. Her face had no mouth or nose – just two intensely yellow-green eyes embedded in dark, cavernous hollows. Her dark-green nipples seemed to be lactating a sort of sap. She didn’t say a word, she just leaped on me a tore my clothes off. She cuddled and caressed my naked, slightly dirty body and I heard a calming, echoing voice,
“The one foretold, I am Eda. You must mate with me, dear human, for the sake of our world”.
I stared into those piercing yet loving eyes of hers and could tell by them alone the profound depths of love that she had right now. I told her my name and spoke to her as respectfully as I could at the moment,
“You are beautiful Eda, and I will mate with you for as long as your desire, though my wives may be concerned for me at the moment in this confinement”
“Fear not, dear one, they know who dwells in the Mystical Forest – and right now they are giggling to themselves knowing what will surpass here…”
At the I kissed her lipless face whilst fixated on her beautiful eyes, and my cock was already hard and throbbing, my testicles buzzing and begging to have their seed released. We fucked. Gentle, loving, pure sex on that forest floor. I fondled her breasts and gave them a suck and tasted a sweet nectar like fresh citrus or morning dew or maple syrup. I came heavily into her inviting womb and she caressed her stomach as to appreciate the voluminous, heavy load that now filled and dripped out of moist green pussy. We spent the rest of our time cuddling and she breast-fed me, she seemed to innately know my strong desire to be nurtured by a loving wife's breast milk, and she stroked my cock and my hair and I emptied both her lovely tits and soon the roots surrounded us receded back into the dirt and we both stood there in front of Aranetta, Yautja and Set’hara, milk dribbling down my chin and my seed down her shapely legs. We married there in the forest and headed back to the castle.
My ninth wife was met on our way back. South of the Mystical forest there is a great expanse of swampland – a misty moor of deep pools and old willows and tangled mangroves with branches like clawing arms. I was riding on Aranetta’s abdomen, Yautja, Set’hara and Eda beside me over these wet foggy marshes when we noticed something peering behind a dead tree. We went to investigate but the creeping shadow soon slipped into a nearby pool before we could catch a reasonable glance at it. I dismounted from Aranetta’s back to go over the pool.
“Be careful”, she said, worriedly.
I leaned over and saw my reflection – then some eyes that weren’t mine. Amphibian eyes. Then a face appeared in those murky depths. She emerged fully, right in front of me, in a somewhat embarassed and shy manner. She was a frog girl, she was relatively small and had big, glassy eyes and a wide mouth. Her skin was blue-green and mottled and looked slippery and wet, and she had a bob-cut of dark green hair. He feet and hands ended in bulbous, amphibian digits and gripped around the ground with much dexterity. She was almost naked except for some slimy vine wrapped around her crotch and small but well-shaped breasts. She looked scared.
“What’s your name?” I asked quitely.
“…”
“It’s ok”
“F-Fobby”
It seemed almost like a struggle for her to speak. She was so shy and I wanted to take her with us. Not even necessarily as a wife, as she seemed so introverted. Just to protect her. She was sitting on the wet ground and I kneeled down at eye level. Then she crawled over and nuzzled up to me, her wet, slightly slimy skin caressing my own. We into each others eyes and I patted and stroked her hair. We just sat on that mossy marshland cuddling whilst my wives approached more slowly. I though I heard some “awwws” from some of them. Then as we were embracing Fobby’s long tongue emerged our of her mouth and licked my cheek. I smiled in surprise and then she licked my lips, leaving some of her (not unpleasant) mucus. We kissed. A deep, tender, yet slimy kiss, her long tongue wrapping around mine and exploring the insides of my mouth and throat.
“H-husband?” was all that she said in that shy half-lisp of hers.
“Yes Fobby, I’ll be your husband”.
I fireman carried that amphibian darling back onto Aranetta’s back and we continued on back to the country were my castle stood. The night we got back I married Fobby and had loving sex with her, on the marble floor of the grand bathroom – a steamy atmosphere which agreed with her. She started to pleasure my cock with that tongue of hers, and let me say that she gives the most illustrious oral pleasure I have ever received. My penis was gratefully accepted by her small, tight slit of a pussy, her cold slimy walls caressing my shaft like a lubricated clamp. I ejaculated lovingly and played with her small, supple tits. I sucked them and tasted the small trace amounts of strange frog-girl milk that they permitted to hold. We cuddled for hours on that wet polished floor. I now had nine wives, nine loving and loyal monster wives that I would do anything for. I love my monster wives.
Moth girls are an especially interesting sort, and soon I would also be the proud husband of a fluffy and aloof moth girl who was constantly distracted by the various light sources that illuminated the interior of my great castle. It was night and I had just had an especially opulent and relaxing bath with all my wives, the frothy water lapping their lovely bodies as they laughed as splashed around, and me relaxing on the edge whilst Duchess and Set’hara were attending to my needs – offering me drinks and a few dainties that rested on a platter near the bath edge. Set’hara’s stomach had a slightly perceptable bulge – the first outward signs of her pregnancy. Yautja has now heavily pregnant and reclining near me on the edge of the bath, eyes closed and half-asleep. Fobby was taking extended periods underwater then suddenly emerging to the surface to splash her sister-wives playfully. I had the sudden urge to walk butt-naked in the cold night air – to feels the wind caress my naked wet flesh.
“I’ll be back soon darlings”, I said to them. My cock stood erect as I walked out, through empty halls and down staircases (luckily the children were all in bed). I grew flaccid eventually as I got to the main door, pushed it open and walked around the castle grounds in the dark, cold night. Between my castle and the surrounding walls were various lamps lining the encircling path and I started to walk laps. I had reached my thrid lap when I notices some unidentified mass clustered around the top of a lamp ahead. It wasn’t there before and must have just recently appeared there. As I approached it in curiosity I saw it was a giant moth – or rather – a giant moth-girl. She was fixated on the lamp-light, her big, black-scleras hypnotised by the flickering flame inside that ornamented fixture. Then she turned and looked art me. Her pupils seemed to dilate. There I stood, naked, my cock hanging like a fat elephants-trunk between my legs and my skin still slightly wet, in front of this ethereal-looking fluffy moth girl. She had four arms, carapaced similar to Aranetta’s, which clung like hooks to that lamp-post. Her arms and legs were covered in white fluffy hair, and she had great patterned wings and moth-antennae on her brows. Her legs were also dark, carapaced and clawed like her hands. She fluttered over to me and pushed me to the ground with her weight, her full of great curiosity and her big dark eyes wide-opened as she tilted her head side to side as she examined me.
“Male”, was all she said, as she said as she used her clawed hands to analyse by chest, my stomach, my crotch…
She seemed somewhat aloof and her mannerisms reminded me of someone who didn’t understand societal norms. Was she autistic? I wondered. My dick hardened. She noticed this, and looked at my throbbing red cock with increasing curiosity. Then one of her four arms clutched my shaft and began stroking it, almost scientifically, whilst another of her hands began to rub and fondle my ballsack.
After her intensely curious examination of my body she decided to plunge my rock-hard member in her fluffy warm mothussy. She bounced and bounced methodically on my cock until I burst a spritely load of warm semen into that pale half-insectoid minge of hers.
“You. Must. Marry me. Male.”
And that is exactly what I did. She clung to my naked flesh with all six of her clawed limbs like I was the light of her life, the brightest lamp of them all, and I carried her thus back to the castle, through all those many halls, and into the grand bathroom. I learned that my moth sweetheart was named Lättera. We married that night and I slept with her next to me, along with all my other wives surrounded, on that huge, luxurious bed in that opulent bedchamber that had been lovingly prepared for me. I sucked Lättera’s lovely fluffy tits that night as she caressed and analysed my flesh with those wide open eyes of hers. Slightly sweet with an almost musky, aromatic and floral taste, like I was drinking the milk of lavenders in winter. So there we lay, me and my now ten wives. They never knew at that point that they would be the progenitors of many new half-monster races in the future, and that our children would go on top help conquer under my banner…
Yautja love to hunt xenomorphs, and both species are know to inhabit those thick jungles that permeate the south. Both species seem to have been stranded here for millennia, and only females remain, as with all other monster-races in this world. The species of xenomorph inhabiting the south are particular in their appearance. Their mouths have lips, dark human-like lips that hide sharp metallic teeth and a secondary mouth. This female-only sub-species also had prominent breasts, large grey-black melons that contrasted with that ridged and somewhat skeletal alien body. The vaginal area also was of a smoother texture, and their feet were somewhat human-like, though some had long toe-claws and even developed a claw on their the back of their feet that resembled high-heels. This species reproduced differently than the standard xenomorph species, though no male has been around for hundreds of years, it is rumoured that instead of facehuggers they reproduced directly with their chosen mate.
It was in these jungles that me, Duchess, Aranetta and a heavily pregnant Yautja were out hunting. Many quadrupedal beasts roamed these lands that were dangerous but yielded high-quality meats when caught and butchered. I think Yautja had some ulterior motive to secretly kill one of the xenomorph species that are said to lurk in these parts. Not that I knew. But funnily enough, she never expected me to marry one of these “perfect organisms”. And even yet she never expected to, despite centuries of contention between their races, actually become good friends with her as well. It was getting onto night in that steamy jungle, we hacked away at vines and trampled ferns underfoot – Duchess had killed an eight-legged jungle-deer that was now slung over her shoulder, and Aranetta had a few smaller mammals draped over her shiny black abdomen. Yautja insisted that she came despite being so heavily pregnant – she would not put off such an opportunity to hunt. We looked for a place to camp for the night and eventually found a suitably clear space with sparse leaf-litter and even terrain. Starting a fire was no problem as Duchess and the rest of demon-kind have an innate power over the infernos, and she set a (quite damp) pile of wood and branches alight with a deep-red coloured fireball she conjured from her hands on the first attempt. So me, Aranetta, Duchess and Yautja all sat there next to the warm crackling flames, the night setting in and revealing the bio-luminescence of a few plants around us. We ate the eight legged dear and talked and laughed. As we settled and became more quite, Duchess went off somewhere with a bloody, raw deer thighbone, and pretty soon we were starting to drift off.
I awoke to hissing and screeching and shouting. Duchess had returned and was helping a pregnant Yautja to subdue some dark figure on the ground who was fighting back with especial ferocity. Yautja had her extending wrist-blade to her throat when I suddenly sprung up.
“WAIT”
I could see now what the figure was. A member of the female-xenomorph species. The specimen herself started to calm down once she caught a glimpse (at least I thought it was a glimpse since I saw no eyes) of my face. Aranetta had just woken up (she was a deep sleeper) and scuttled over to my side.
“Go on…” she whispered to me, and gently shoved me in the xenogirls direction. Duchess and Yautja had backed off as I approached the now seemingly docile creature, and I lowered myself to the floor in front of her. She now seemed timid, and I gently reached and stroked her face – the long, dark crown of her head that ended in a lovely mouth and feminine lips. She was naked, her grey, soft breasts contrasting with the dark biomechanical-looking flesh of her arms and legs. Her vaginal area was also soft. She had a long, barbed tail, which swayed to-and-fro as I began stroking and patting her head with increasing intensity. Then we embraced. I think I heard Yautja click with some disapproval at this. But here was a monster girl, a monster girl that needed love, a monster girl who needed affection and tenderness and warmth. A monster girl who needed a mate. A monster girl who needed TO mate. And pretty soon, we did just that.
It was in the tent I made love to my eleventh wife, starting first by licking her deep-grey, almost black xenopussy and her twitching little asshole that lay at he base of that long and dangerous whip-like tail. She shuddered and screeched softly in pleasure as I explored those alien depths with my tongue, gently tickling her clit with the tip until she let off some love-juice from her addictive twat. Then I climbed on top of her and guided my throbbing red cock into her pre-moistened slit, and we fucked hard long in that humid jungle-air under the stars, and filled the night with sensuous screeches and primordial, pleasure-filled moans. I thought I saw a shadow lying right outside one of the tent walls. Was that Duchess masturbating outside? Never mind. I dumped the hot contents of my balls directly into her alien womb let out a final gasp. Then I sucked her tits. Very acidic milk, as if it was sour-candy flavoured. Not unpleasant though.. She reminded me a little of poor Onny.. I spent the remainder of my time kissing those dark lips on that eyeless face of hers. She had an additional mouth-like appendage that protruded like a tongue from within. It gently nibbled my tongue as I explored the dark caverns of her mouth, licking and kissing and intermingling our salivas in a human-alien concoction of love. She silently slid like some cat down my chest and took my cock in her mouth. My knob and glans were gently chewed by that inner-mouth as her dark lips sucked away, and she gave off animalistic little whimpers of lust as she bobbed her large head up and down my throbbing wet member. I came. She swallowed happily. We cuddled and caressed each other and I woke up in the morning with her long cranium softly purring on my chest.
CHAPTER 7: AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE CELESTIAL GODDESSES
It was on the return trip of my acquisition of Xenny (the xenomorph girl) that I encountered the manifestations of some of the powers of this land of monsters. Though I had poured over some old maps and fragmented books of history found in the abandoned and dusty remnants of my now renovated castle I hadn’t a full understanding of the lore and powers of this land, and what gods or goddesses these monster-girls prayed to. But now I know of at least two pantheons or powers that exist over these realms. There was the four Monster Queens of the North, South, East and West, who had dominion over their respective realms and the surface of the world as a whole. Then there was a sky pantheon of four goddesses who represented celestial bodies. It was the later that I would encounter as me, Aranetta, Duchess, Yautja and Xenny made our way across a star-lit field of sweeping grass in the deep of the night. We were soon to set up a camp amongst those wind-swept plains when a burst of intermingled light flashed from the sky and descended like a pillar onto the ground. Four figures stood – or hovered – there. All female. My wives seemed to immediately know what was afoot and wasted no time bowing to these four shimmering beings, which glided forward gracefully over the grass until they floated right before me. The four beings all seemed almost completely naked, except for some patches of elemental modesty covering their womanly areas.
The first and to the far left of me was a radiant female being with a fiery internal light like the corona of the sun. Her skin glowed red and orange and yellow and black sunspots doted and clustered on her body and her extremities, the main source of internal light emanating from her chest. Her hair was like the coiling solar flares one sees in photographs of the sun, and her eyes burned with an all-encompassing joy which was complemented by a radiant smile. She wore a crown of brilliant white light
“I am Flairia, the Celestial Goddess of the Sun”, she said amiably.
The second being to her right didn’t shine as bright but exuded an aura of more intense mystery. Her skin was duo tone and split vertically down the middle – her right half a light lavender-colour, the other a deep night-blue. Various celestial and astrological markings covered her body, and her head was crowned with a horn of silver-gold that resembled the crescent moon. No mouth or nose was visible, but her eyes were deep and intense, and made me feel that her mood could change in an instant. Her hair was an interchanging duo-tone gradient of white and black.
“I am Lunessa, the Celestial Goddess of the Moon”, she stated.
The third being almost immediately struck me as the leader of the four, and she glowed with the cosmic light of a distant nebula. Her skin was magenta and seemed to swirl with inner gases, though the main part of her torso was the black of the night. Thousands of pinpricks of light dotted her body, and twinkled and glistened constantly. Her head was shaped almost as if it were a five-pointed star- a pointy chin leading up to two pointed ears and two pointed, smooth horns. Long white hair glowed and sparkled down her back, and her face was minimalist yet wise – two dark eyes and a gentle mouth, but no nose. Her most immediately striking appearance to me was the fact she had four arms – and four breasts, with the extra two smaller and tucked under the one above.
“I am Stellathra, the Celestial Goddess of the Stars,” and the voice didn’t come from her lips but echoed in my mind. She was a telepath.
But it was the fourth being that intrigued me the most. She stood a little apart from the other three, as if there was some unspoken enmity between them. Her arms were folded and she was facing slightly away from the rest so I couldn’t see her face entirely. Then, seemingly goaded by her sisters silently, she turned around and came forth. Strangely I beheld these beings with more awe and respect more than anything else, but this fourth goddess had me embarrassed to be standing up in my loose-fitting pants. Her skin was a deep grey, as if all the light and lustre had been sucked from it. Her hair was shoulder- length and black, with fiery streaks of aggressive red which terminated in a blood-red sea at the tips, and cascaded across her face defiantly in the windy night. Her body though, I felt almost sacrilegious as I went to crouch down to hide my increasing erection – her grey, dark body was “clothed” in black straps – like some gothic lingerie or bondage that accentuated all the right curves and reminded me a little of Succy’s form of fashion. Her breasts were huge and shapely and seemed to even exceed Duchesses, and I could see the outline of her erect nipples under those darkly sensuous straps. But her face drew me in, and I felt as if I was falling into her, into the darkness of those eyes – sclera black as space, irises like accretion discs – and those pupils. Once you lost yourself in her pupils it was almost impossible to escape. Then she opened her mouth, and out of that jagged maw on her face a glowing red, spiky tongue could be seen. I stared at her the longest, and it seemed my gaze was forever caught in her gravitational pull. I was deeply enamoured by her, and I felt the urge to join her and become one with her mass for all eternity. Then she spoke:
“I am Eventhra, the Celestial Goddess of Black Holes”. Her voice was like the last sigh of a dying star, and held in it depths and mystery of her very being.
Then I bowed in love and adoration, and I felt a tear stream across my cheek.
The four goddesses explained to me then, each taking turns in their own right, of an important task I must achieve, which would not only benefit myself, but the entire world of Térania. So that was what the world was called. Better than “monster girl land” I suppose. They told me I must set out on a journey to the four Monster Queens of the North, South, East and West, and that if I successfully courted them all – as in marry – I would earn the title of Monster King and would bring about a new age of prosperity for monsterkind. Then they left as brilliantly as they appeared – though not before each gave me a parting kiss. Flairia joyfully drew me in and kissed me playfully on the lips, and her light almost hurt my eyes as she did so. Lunessa drew her mouthless face to me and pressed that portion of her face against mine, and it was strangely pleasant, and she made sure to look at me deeply. Stellathra gracefully clutched my head in her four arms and gave a very tender and respectful kiss that filled me with peace and calmed my somewhat overwhelmed nerves. Then it was Eventhra’s turn. I fell into her eyes again as her quaint lips of that spiky-maw of hers drew closer and closer to my face. Was she going to eat me? Her hands were strong and firm on my head and I couldn’t move if I tried. Then I kissed her. I felt her spiky tongue stroke against mine, and her breasts cushioned against my chest in a dark embrace that I felt I would never want to leave. I stared into the pits of her eyes. I stared into the abyss. It stared back, and no words were needed as both our eyes seemed to communicate to eachother:
I love you.
She had already drawn away from me and left with the others but I just stood there. The four celestial Goddesses: Flairia, Lunessa, Stellathra and…...Eventhra. They had left to their heavenly realm. Eventhra.
I was broken out of that stupor by a wet sensation that seemed to encompass my already erect member. It was Duchess, giving me a “wake-up” fellatio.
“Oh damn, sorry….I was a bit out of it right there wasn’t I?” was my explanation. She stopped her sensuous task and rose to look at me.
“Darling, are you alright?”, Duchesses voice was filled with that hum of love and concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine, my love, that was an interesting experience”
“You are very blessed to meet the Celestial Goddesses firsthand – and to receive their blessing”, said Aranetta next to me. I looked at Aranetta. Her two red eyes and the six others around her lavender face. Her straight hair – as soft as web-silk, yet stronger than steel wire. Those shiny, black, sharp legs and that curvy abdomen behind her humanoid figure. Those sharply carapaced clawed arms and those funny leg-pedipalps she had, which inbetween lay the bounty and fertility that had given me many daughters already. I loved her. I loved Duchess. I loved my heavily pregnant Yautja and my viscious yet adorable Xenny. I had eleven wives now and was bound to get more. Did I have enough love to spread around? I didn’t want to leave any of my darlings out. I wanted to fuck them and impregnate them and stroke them and kiss them all simultaneously, but I was just one man. One monster-fucker. One monster-fucker who was soon to embark on a quest to court the four Monster Queens, as mandated by the celestial Goddesses. I thought of Eventhra then, that mystery and sensuousness that pervaded her character, her lightless, gothic body and those eyes from which I felt that I would never escape from – and would never want to.
“Duchess?” I asked timidly that night in the tent, between my determined licks of her wine-coloured labia and clitoris,
“What happens if I, lets say, married a…..Celestial Goddess?”. I looked up at her timidly for the answer. She stroked my hair
“Darling, it is forbidden for the Celestial Goddesses to marry a mortal, everybody knows that”, she replied matter-of-factually.
“Good boy….come and receive your reward”, she added.
I drew myself up from between her delicious legs and lay down on her lap, my head cradled underneath her large bosoms. She breastfed me then, stroking my cock and my hair – one of my favourite activities with her. She was my darling Duchess. My mommy. My milkies. I suckled and suckled and she stroked and stroked until I erupted an especially large amount all over the tent and both our naked bodies.
“What a goooood boy!” She patted me on the head. My stomach was full of her milk and I started to cuddle with her amongst the stickiness. I stared at her golden eyes and we kissed and explored each others mouths, exchanging as much saliva as possible. She licked her lips.
“Darling….”she started. It sounded like she wanted to say something – to confess something.
“You are such a sweet boy, and I love you so much, but I need to tell you the truth about something….something that happened”.
I payed close attention. What truth? What happened. She continued,
“That day we first met, when….when Onny was taken from you. You remember what happened to that huntress – or what we told you?”
“...yeah”, I said, unsure, “I did some fucked up things to her didn’t I? I guess she deserved it, but I still feel like...like a monster for what I did, even though I was under the influence of….of your venom”
“But darling”, she continued, “we….Succy and I….the story you heard…..we made it all up”.
“Wha-?”
“You didn’t really torture, rape and kill that huntress...you fainted. Everything you recount – the screams, was just….what I did to her. Ask Succy if you don’t believe it”.
“So I didn’t kill her? I fainted?”
“Yes darling, well, I actually bit you and gave you a sleeping draught venom. You were hysterical and crying over Onny. I saw then you’re true nature – a monstrous demoness like Onny who would normally inspire terror to a….human, a horrific creature like...like Onny...and you loved her. You loved and made love to her. I knew then that you truly were the one foretold, the male who would come and save the monsters of Térania – through love. I couldn’t see you that distraught so I put you to sleep, then I ripped apart the huntress then and there limb from limb. Those screams you heard were amplified by the venom. We thought that if we made this story about you killing her it would embolden you and boost your ego. I think we made a mistake.”
I felt as if a weight of guilty conscience had been lifted. I knew in my heart her words were true. It all made sense now.
“Thank you Duchess for telling me the truth, I love you”. We kissed.
“Now I’m going to fuck you”
Then I rose suddenly and grabbed her great legs, and positioning my cock ready,
“Ooooh, Darliiing!” she wailed. I entered her and fucked her and fucked her, edging my climax for what seemed hours as she chanted over and over again the same three words:
“Get me pregnant. Get me pregnant.”
I filled her to the brim and we collapsed in a sticky heap of sweat and cum and milk and pussy juice.
“Darling”, she purred, after getting back her breath, “you still have some left in you…”
“Duchess…”
She bit me. Venom. I felt my balls filling up again like a sudden surge of electrical pressure.
“You haven’t satisfied my other hole, darling”.
Her tail flailed in my face as I lifted it up to access her butthole. I licked it and made sure that dark, wine-coloured starfish was thoroughly lubricated. Her anus twitched and she moaned and I plunged my cock in her asshole and felt her sphincter tighten around me as I violated her insides – much to her intense pleasure. Soon her pretty dark-pink porthole was dripping with my cum.
“Time to sleep now darling”, she said, and yawned. It must have been around two o’clock in the morning.
“Just one last thing Duchess…..what would happen if a Celestial Goddess did marry a mortal?”
There was a brief pause, and then,
“If a Celestial Goddess married a mortal, then he would become immortal himself”. We slept late into the morning and awoke to the noise of Yautja giving birth.
CHAPTER 8: THE 12TH WIFE AND THE START OF THE GREAT QUEST
Fobby squeeled like a girl when I plunged my member in her wet, amphibian vagina and fertilized the large quantity of internal eggs she kept in her womb. I rolled over on that luxurious bed, the silk coverings weaved by Aranetta herself. Venya lay close to me, drunk of my blood and semen, which dripping and intermingled down her chin. She giggled and hiccuped. It was Venya and Fobby’s turn – well really Eda should have been here but she passed her turn to Fobby because Fobby was so excited and horny. She wailed in that cute lisp of hers and started openly masturbating with her bulbous, webbed hands on the castle floor, and it wasn’t until Eda generously gave her her roster position for that night that she stopped. Eda herself, gentle, quite and reserved, was heavily pregnant now, and was probably tired anyway. It’s not like she had to fuck me. She could just cuddle if she wanted. Venya was a right little minx though, and started sucking the blood and cum from my cock almost as soon as she, myself and fobby closed the sleeping-chamber door for our allocated night as if it was a bottle of expensive liquor. Her fangs dug into my firmness and applied great suction with her cold lips – fortunately her saliva had healing properties so when she had her fill of my various bodily liquids the two little holes left on my shaft seemed to heal over in a matter of seconds.
The next morning Yautja woke me up next to a knocked-out Fobby and Venya whilst holding my newborn son – my third-born half-Yautja who had his mothers mandibles but his fathers eyes and nose. His skin-colour seemed to be a slightly greenish-beige, and he wasn’t crying at all. He was only two weeks old at this point and he was already eating meat. I could picture him in the future – a toughened warrior, he had much potential. My firstborn son and my second borne son (who had a female twin), born only moments apart to Succy and Duchess respectively, were almost starting to walk. All my daughters from Gorgana and Aranetta were in their “terrible twos”, and some had now learned the power of the word “no”.
Midday over my castle was barely perceptible in the heavy cover of clouds that permeated my country, combined with the volcanic activity that blew in from Infernia in the east. Though it was this time I sat in council with my wives in the grand dining room. We were to discuss the great undertaking that I was to set about on – to meet every Monster Queen and make them my bride. Thus the prophecy would be fulfilled and I would become the “Monster King”. My wives had varying degrees of knowledge on the subject of the different Monster Queens, especially Set’hara, who was learned in history and geography of Térania. Duchess, Venya and Eda also knew much as well, and we all sat clustered around that long table, the fireplace crackling, and discussed our plans.
“The four Monster Queens”, said Set’hara, “are the Empress Demon of the East, the Hive Queen of the South, the Lady of Death of the North, and the Dragon Goddess of the West”.
I learned that each of the Monster Queens dwelt to the extreme ends of the flat Térania, right at the edges, where they set up there abodes. The Empress Demon lived to the extreme east of Infernia. A huge fissure was rent down the earth from north to south, thousands of kilometres long, and very wide and deep. It served as the main barrier that separated Infernia from her inner domain. The colossal rift was only passable by a single bridge, and on the far side borned a mountain range that had only one entrance. The Empress Demons realm was located on a large ocean of lava east of this, and her fortress built on the side of an enormous Volcano. It was said the Empress Demon, who’s name was Liliveth, was extremely sexually depraved, and held disgusting, degenerate and often illegal orgies where she would indulge in the most extreme acts imaginable. Duchess and Succy, natives of Infernia, had never visited Liliveth’s fortress, and only heard the vague and disturbing rumours about her evil perversions.
The Hive Queen resided in the far south, beyond the jungles where Yautja and Xenny were encountered. The Hive-lands were a jungle of their own, a twisting miasma of alien hive structures that stretched for miles until it reached the Nest, a colossal biological structure that twisted up into the sky. Not much was known about the exact geography of the northern lands where the Lady of Death, who’s name is Morterra, resided. She was said to live in dark mansions to the extreme north, a cold and desolate place of eternal night and frost where the dead walked freely and crypts and tombs dotted the ice like a grim city of dead forgotten stone. Finally, the Dragon Empress, Wythrea, apparently lived far to the west in a range of mighty mountains, the tallest in Térania, in a magnificent palace. But these mountains were located far across the ocean on a long, island-continent, and few had ever been there or seen her, and only legends remained.
We discussed in length who should go in each expedition, which queen should be the first we encountered, as well as supplies, weapons and armour. There was some old dusty armour fit for humanoid female proportions in the castle armoury, and my wives took turns attempting to fit themselves with whatever they could. Male armour was very scarce, but eventually a set was found that fitted my person reasonably well. It was a stocky set of plate armour made from a dark grey metal resembling cast iron, but lighter. I looked quite descent in it, and my wives giggled as I marched out fully encased in this old armour. It was finally decided that the first Monster Queen to face would be Liliveth, the Empress Demon. The main reasoning behind this was to get the “worst out of the way first” due to her unsavoury reputation. All my wives of course couldn’t come with me, so four expeditions were planned for each Queen. Succy and Duchess, natives to the east, would come with me on the first, as well as Aranetta. The order of what queen we should travel to after my (hopeful) return from the Empress Demon hadn’t been decided as of that point, but the parties were. The northern expedition to Morterra, Lady of Death would consist of Venya, Lättera and Fobby, the Southern to the Hive Queen would see me going with Eda, Xenny and Yautja (the later two have warmed up a bit to each other), and the western voyage Gorgana and Set’hara. All was now set in place, and two days later I set out on an especially cold and biting morning, kissing each of my remaining wives goodbye, and ventured forth down the curving road from my front castle gates with Aranetta, Duchess and Succy, to the far volcanic east where I would meet the first Monster Queen, and hopefully – somehow – take her hand in marriage.
