>>19137

Very nice new story, are these two parts all there is to it, or will there be more later on?

>>19144

Finishing up third part and sort of working on a fourth now.

I'll try to get both up this evening.

>>19137

Part Three. Part Four had a slight hiccup so I'll finish it and post it tomorrow.

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He silently thanked the Gods the moment the jungle canopy was over him. Being out it the scorching sun for nearly a whole day made it’s mark on the otherwise light skinned man, his shoulders and face and along his arms and back having a reddened hue to them. It would not surprise him if his skin will peel later. The gradual terrain change was also a blessing, giving way the yielding shifting sands to proper solid earth, soft green grass cool under his blistered feet. And, Gods above, the sounds. The forest was a bustle with life, bird calls echoing in the air and other various animal cries. The desert, other then the wind and the sound of travel, was quiet.

With a listless sigh, Andrei leaned against the rough bark of the nearest tree, and without even considering his captor, slid down to sit. Seris the naga, for her part, allowed the human his rest, she herself stretching out her serpentine tail to coil around another tree across from the fallen knight. She untied the skin of water around her waist and tossed it to the human, the man wasting no time to take a drink of it.

“Finish it; we’re close enough now.” The snake-woman told him. Andrei did not give it a second thought and took a few more heavy drinks, and with what little there was left drenched his dried head. With a welcomed shudder the cool water graced his sun damaged shoulders, the sigh he made much deeper and relaxed.

He returned the now empty skin back to Seris and leaned back to the tree once more, looking up at the hanging vines above him. He had been in a jungle before, back when he was still just a recruit. Though the jungles he was in was not as thick as this one. If it were any other time, and if he were another kind of man, he might have a sense of foreboding dread when he looked into the dense trees and vines and various plants. And, in honesty he supposed he should have that sense. Yet he felt comfortable that whatever dangers lied in wait will be no match of his scaly capturer.

The mere pondering of Seris and her kind made him wonder, looking over to the woman in question. “How many are you? At your home, I mean.”

“Plenty,” The naga shrugged a shoulder. “We’re actually not that large of a camp compared to other places, but there’s enough of us.”

“Well, how many?” Andrei pressed.

Seris tapped her chin in thought. “Le’see… There’s my sisters, my cousins, nieces, my mother…”

Andrei lifted his hand to stop the woman. “Okay, I got the idea; there’s a lot of you.” The human pondered more. “Did, you have any men already, before we showed up?”

Seris nodded. “We have a couple of them,” She then smiled. “Even my dad.”

This surprised Andrei. “Your father?”

The snake-woman nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes. My mom never got rid of him. She had plenty of chances to trade him for something nice, but she grown too attached to him. He doesn’t even want to leave, either.”

This silenced the man for several moments, his mind wondering, before he spoke up. “How, old are you?”

“Umm,” The monster-girl tapped his chin once more. “I think, about seventeen summers.”

“Seventeen? You’re still quite young then, huh?” Andrei stated. The naga nodded her head. “How old is your oldest sister?”

“Almost twenty-seven.” The girl responded.

Then he asked the question that he dreaded. “And…how long, has your father been at your home?”

“Since before my oldest sister.” She responded.

Twenty-seven years. This poor man, whoever he was, has been at the mercy of these lusty snakes for that long? He feared for himself, but he didn’t dwell on that fear for long; he needed to have his mind focused and clear.

“What about you?” Seris asked suddenly.

“Hmm?” Andrei arched a brow, before he realized what it was she was asking. “Oh, twenty-six.”

“Have you had any children?” Seris then asked.

This question made him stutter. “N-no. I don’t have a wife, yet.”

“So, no mate?” The naga asked.

“Not necessarily.” Andrei looked up to the canopy, his mind drifting. “There’s this girl, in the city. Sweet thing, pretty, too. We’ve been, well, spending a lot of time together.” His brow then furrowed when a memory crossed him. “I’ve been meaning, to…” He sighed wistfully, looking back to the naga. “Not that it matters now, I suppose.”

The snake-woman was brooding, looking at the human for a long while in silence. With a sigh of her own she straightened herself away from the tree, looking down at the man. “Come, the rest of the way should be easy.”

With a nod, Andrei stood up. He took the cape that he had draped over him this entire time and decide it was now best to cover himself more appropriately, tying it around his waist in a long loincloth. With a gesture, the man walked in the appointed direction, going deeper into the jungle. As of yet, there was no identifiable landmarks, but he kept walking, his slithering captor behind him. Finally, however, he began tot notice certain things. Like how the ground underneath his feet was starting to even out, the grass having been flattened and brown by use. Looking down at it more, he realized what he was walking on was a path carved out of the earth by the constant slithering of a naga tail. Even the tress started to become sparse, stumps scattered here and there and bushes. Then came the hanging ornaments. Dangling from the side of a tree or on a stake or hanging down from a branch overhead was the occasional tribal bauble made of woven reeds and animal bones, though the significance of them escaped the human.

Then, came the sounds of movement. He stopped his walking and looked around. He could see shapes moving beyond nearby bushes, a pair of reptilian eyes staring at him every now and then, a so was the occasionally hiss. It seemed he was in the presence of his new masters (Or, mistresses, rather). A jab to his back from Seris made him continue down the path, the flashes of tanned skin or copper scales or yellow eyes appearing in the corners of his eyes. The path started to widen as he walked, the trees becoming less frequent, until finally he came to a clearing.

It was a village, before him. Huts of wood and dried leaves scattered around the clearing, women with snake like features slithering to and fro. Some of them were older and larger, others were merely tiny children yet to grow into any womanly features. And when he came walking into the village, he was surrounded, stone tipped spears pointed at him.

“Seris,” A voice hissed behind him, and one of the larger naga came slithering up to him. She looked to be at least two heads taller then he was, her ebony hair draping down to her waist. Her face was strong though having enticing feminine curves, a fanged smile on her face. “You have returned.”

“I have,” Was the answer behind him, followed by a soft poke of a wooden shaft to his back. “And, I caught the runner.”

The larger naga was now in front of him, looking down at him with a furrowed brow. One thing did become more obvious to Andrei, was that this snake-woman had a more generous bust then the smaller Seris. Either she was filled with milk, which made him wonder if the naga were able to, or that she was merely gifted with a bountiful chest. Either way, he stood his ground and stared up at the woman, as she looked up and down at him, most likely appraising him.

“I do hope, you did not give my little sister trouble,” The larger naga hissed, now circling around him.

“Oh, he didn’t,” Seris made a low chuckle. Then, the younger monster-girl was in front of him, giving him a snide smile. “In fact, I believe he won’t give us any trouble at all.”

“Is that so?” A shiver ran up Andrei’s spine when that husky voice was now in his ear, just barely feeling a snaky tongue touch his skin. “Well, little pet? Do you have anything to say?”

With a deep inward sigh, Andrei lifted his hands in surrender. “No, I don’t.”

“Shame,” The human cried out in surprise when a tail gave him a slap to the backside, making him jump forward and nearly into Seris. “I was hopping you will be fun.”

“Not for you, Ven,” Seris chuckled and took Andrei by the arm and pushed him close to the other naga that surrounded him. “Go ahead and get him cleaned up and put him with the rest, I am in need of a big meal.”

Before the human could say anything, his arms were seized by the she-beasts, unceremoniously dragging him deeper into the village.

~*~

“H-hey, wait- Whoa!” Andrei tumbled to the ground as he was pushed roughly into the cage of wood. Though, he was grateful that the pervious session was over. After arriving to the village and taken away, he was literally tossed into a pond of cold water, where he was suddenly wrapped tightly in coils to keep him from moving around, and was roughly scrubbed with coarse cloth. He protested that they were being to strong with him, but he was ignored. It was an older naga that held him, but it was a more younger one, maybe younger then Seris was, was the one that scrubbed him. The small naga, her chest just having a small growing swell, was meticulous with her cleaning, scrubbing every inch of his body until all the dirt was gone. It was with much squirming and protests that she took particular care to his nether region, spending quite a bit longer to clean him there, but was thankfully more gentle at that point.

It was awkward to see a girl who was considered a child to look at his shameful erection with hunger, but she did not do anything about it. With the bath over with another naga tended to his body, though this one was much more gentle and focused on his condition rather then his hygiene. She dressed the wound on his side as the best as she could, even applied some sort of cold salve to his sun damaged skin. Finally a crude loincloth was wrapped around his waist, but unlike the one he made of his tattered cape this one was much more smaller and hardly covered his modesty, only covering the front while leaving his back completely exposed.

Then, with everything done, he was carted to a heavily guarded region of the village, where he saw a large wooden cage situated against a great pile of rocks. He didn’t have the time to see who it was inside, but it didn’t matter, since he was forced up to the cage and was suddenly pushed in. With a groan he sat up to watch the pair of naga slither away.

“Andrei?”

He turned to the voice. “Marcus?”

A group of men was with him in the cage, and one of them, a young man with short brown hair and a wiry frame, stood up from the sitting group with a great smile. “Andrei! You’re alive!”

More men, who weren’t paying attention, looked up as well, all of them looking at him with surprise. There were six men, and he recognized them as his bothers-in-arms, most of them simple recruits, not a veteran in the lot. All of them were stripped of their armor and weapons, and very much like him had nothing but the nearly indecent patch of cloth around their waists.

Andrei stood and addressed the men with a smile. “You shoddy lot are a sight for sore eyes.”

“Same to you,” Another man smiled, giving the newcomer a strong handshake, but his face then turned grim. “Though, I am so sorry to see you.”

Andrei understood the man’s tone, nodding his head. “Unfortunate, as it seems. But what of you?” He looked to the men that now stood and surrounded him, taking in there faces, but noticing something very, very wrong with all of this. “There’s…so few of you. Where are the rest? Where’s the Captain?”

“There are more of us,” Another man mumbled, looking over towards the village. “Though, they’re…elsewhere, at the moment.”

“We don’t know where the Captain is,” Marcus stated. “He, wasn’t with us when we got captured. We figured he might still be out there, with the rest of them.”

“And what of you?” A man uttered, looking at Andrei’s reddened skin and the wound on his side. “Did you put up a fight?”

The knight mumbled, his hand idly brushing the bandaged wound. “I would have, if I was in any condition to fight.” His brow then furrowed, looking to the faces of the men around. “Which one of you sons of bitches shot me?”

Shakily, Marcus looked down to the ground, and raised his hands. “I-I think, I did.”

Grumbling, the taller and more higher ranked man gave the smaller recruit a hard wrap on the head, casing him to yelp and stand back. “I’ll deal with you once we’re out of here.”

“Out of here? How’d you figure?” A knight asked.

“Have any of you tired to escape? Made a plan?” Andrei looked around, but saw that none of them had anything to say. “By the Gods, have you given up?”

“I-it’s not that,” Marcus mumbled, rubbing the sore spot on his head. “It’s just… we don’t know what to do. Without the Captain, we’re stumped.”

“Actually,” A man looked up, his grey eyes brightening. “In terms of rank, you’re our superior now.”

Andrei nodded his head, his mind working fast now as he looked back towards the village. “Alright then, tell me everything you know so far. Guards, shifts, times when they feed us or go to sleep, everything.”

“There is only a few guards, but they’re the bigger snakes. And they don’t have the spears like the others; these got our swords and bows.”

Andrei furrowed his brow at this piece of information as the recruit continued.

“They mostly just patrol the perimeter, but every now and then one or two of them will come back and, I suppose you can say, ‘browse the wares’.”

Marcus gulped when the man mentioned this. “O-one of the bigger ones, s-seems to like me. B-but none of them came and got me yet.”

“And what about those?” Andrei asked.

“Every so often they’ll come and take one of us away. Some of them are tossed back to us a few hours later, but…” The man grew distant.

“But?” Andrei pressed.

“Some of the men, never come back.” Another man stated. “There were more of us yesterday, about thirteen of us. Kyles, Argus, and Deacon are currently away. Franco here was just returned to us an hour ago,” He thumbed said recruit. “But, we lost Byron, Alex, Argus’ brother, and one of the crewmen that was on the ship.”

“And what of the ship? Any word on that?” Andrei asked.

The man shook his head grimly. “Nothing.”

“How many men are there here? Have you seen anyone else?” Andrei the asked.

Most of the men made a gesture towards another cage that lied next to theirs, and inside was another group of men. However, unlike the lot with him, these men were darker skinned and more fit in frame, all of them huddled around in a circle and talking amongst themselves. There was only four of them.

“So, the Landorians.” Andrei mumbled, looking at the men.

“They had to separate us, after some rather unpleasant altercations.” A man stated, rubbing a bruise on his arm. “There were more of them too; two of them are out now. There was a third this morning, but he hasn’t came back yet. We think he was eaten, like the rest of them.”

“If only he was so lucky.” Andrei scoffed, earning a series of confused looks. “The naga, that caught me, she told me that they don’t eat us. Rather, we get sold to other monsters on this island. She boasted that with the surplus of men, she was sure most of them were going to be traded. The others…” He then looked to Franco, who seemed to understand just what he meant.

“M-mon dieu.” The mousy man muttered, walking away while holding his head in dismay.

“W-wait, you’re serious?!” Marcus stuttered. “I-I thought they were just playing with us before eating us!”

“Have any of you noticed any males around here?” Andrei grumbled. None of them answered, which was answer enough for the knight. “No males, none. Have any of you wondered why they didn’t just kills us, rather then capture us, harmlessly I might add?” Still no answer, but the realization was starting to dawn in their eyes. “If they wanted to eat us, why clean us? Why take care of our wounds? They want us alive, and healthy.” He stepped away and turned to the group. “Because, gentlemen, we’re breeding stock. We alone are the single most valuable resource on this island, that is sought out by everything living here. And those who are being taken away; they’re, for lack of a better word, being juiced, so these naga can grow in number and keep their species alive.”

A silence hung over the group, every last man too stunned to speak. All save for a mousy man in the background, who muttered a “Merde.”

~*~

“A-Andrei.”

The nap the man had was restless, but it was enough for him to gather his thoughts. After the lecture of why these men were kept here, it became obvious that a plan must be made. Now being the leader of this group, it was up to Andrei to formulate an escape. Though, before any of that, he wanted to rest, and the others allowed him that. It wasn’t until night had fallen, did the man was knocked from his attempted to sleep by the voice of Marcus.

Andrei looked up and saw a few naga slithering towards the cages, all the men around him visibly tensing up as they approached. Just as he was told, two of them were larger ones who carried the silver blades of his men in their hands. Leading the pack was Ven, the one he met earlier that day. Seeing her, he figured why they were there.

When the cage was opened the surrounding men stepped back, all of them making silent prayers that it will not be them tonight.

“Andrei,” Ven hissed the name, having that snide smile on her lips. At the mention of the name, all of the men looked to their current leader, who glared back at the large she-beast. “My dear sister would like to see you.”

With a few moments of silence, the man made a deep sigh and stood up, the men looking to him in surprise. Ignoring their confused looks, Andrei walked to the open cage door and to Ven, who coo silently as the man approached her obediently. “Ooh, Seris was right; you are a good one.” Rather give him a whip like she done earlier that day, Ven pressed the tip of her tail against the small of the man’s back, ordering him to walk. With another sigh he obeyed, earning more confusing looks from his men, and even some of the Landorians in the other cage.

Andrei walked towards the village, looking around as he did. The place wasn’t a bustling as it was earlier. He could see into some of the huts through an open door way and saw some naga mothers putting their young to bed. Some didn’t have any light in them, but he could see the shape of a naga sleeping inside. Near the center of this village was a large bonfire, though the flames were dying down and he could see some of the monster-women situated around it, either chatting with one another or drinking or eating. Yellow eyes watched him as he walked by them, being lead to one of the huts beyond it. This one looked bigger then the others, and he noticed that the closer to the bond fire the more larger the homes were, possibly belonging to those either having a significant importance to this tribe or were just too large to fit in a normal home.

As he approached the home, the two guards that were behind him broke off to join the rest by the fire, leaving Ven to follow him. Now at the hanging cloth that acted as a door, Andrei stopped and looked back, looking up to Ven.

“Go on,” She smiled a fanged grin, her tail pressing into him. “Don’t keep the poor girl waiting, lover boy.”

He blushed at the words but glowered at the naga, turning back to the doorway, and finally stepped through. He was grateful that Ven didn’t follow, rather he could hear her slither away once he was inside. The wooden hut housed a great deal of various tribal bric-a-brac, from odd ornaments hanging form the ceiling to strange wooden masks adorning the walls. A woven tapestry was draped on the far wall, going across the floor to the door. In the center of this hut was a large pile of furs and cloths, and a familiar copper scaled form was coiled up on it.

Seris lied on the bed, looking up to Andrei with a goofy smile on her face, her cheeks red. “Hey there,” She mumbled. “I’ve been waiting.”

“I heard,” The human mumbled, cautiously approaching the monster-girl. He noticed that she had a hollowed gourd in her hand, the contents sloshing around as she moved it to her lips and drank from it. As he drew closer he caught a whiff of whatever it was she had, a pungent smell that was strong and heady, thought familiar to his nose. “Are…Are you, drunk?”

The girl made an affirmative mumble, taking another swig. “Ogres, make the best stuff. We got a whole batch for one of those -hic- Landy guys,” She made an airy giggle, looking up to the man. “Decided to help myself.” She took another drink as she awkwardly shifted her tail to allow her to sit up. “I’ve been thinking, about what you said to me out there,” She made a gesture in a random direction, but he figured she meant when they were still in the desert. “I gotta admit, you got some magical fingers, for a human,” She made another goofy smile and a giggle. He became aware of the serpentine tail making it’s way across the floor, coming up behind him, but he tried not to focus on it. “So, I was wondering,” Her eyes grew dark and the blush in her face became redder, “If you could, do that again.”

Suddenly, the tail that was behind him gave him a sharp jab, having enough strength behind it to force him forward, falling into the bed with an ‘oof’. Those coiled muscles were around him now, though it didn’t sought to tighten around him as he thought it would. Though it did drape over him, it was giving more of an urgent pull towards the snaky-girl, Seris herself abandoning the now empty gourd to focus her attention on the man.

“Andrei,” The lusty naga made a soft moan, smiling at the human, her arms extending out to him. “Come’er~.”

Though he wanted to fight to woman off, it seemed he wasn’t given a choice, the powerful muscles of her tail pulling him into those arms. She fell back into the bed with the man, forcing him to lay next to her on the bed, her tail draping around him to fully hug him, though careful not to squeeze him. Andrei’s face was buried in the valley of this girl’s scale covered breasts, looking up into her yellow eyes, feeling her hug him tightly with her arms. Having little more to do, the man swallowed his composure and looked to one scale covered mound, gently taking it in his hands. Seris made a soft moan, lacing her clawed fingers through his cropped hair, as the man applied pressure to the girl’s chest. Just as he did in the desert, his manipulation of the soft flesh revealed the odd teat from it’s scaly covering, gentling ribbing it with his fingers while his other hand did the same to her other breast. Soon, both her protected peaks were out in the open air, the naga now panting softly as the man brushed his calloused fingers over the sensitive flesh. The tail that wrapped around him tightened, though not like she did before. It was more lazy, more like a hug then a death grip.

With a sudden movement and a gasp from the man, it surprised Andrei to find himself, in full control. He straddled the naga’s tail, the girl pinned under him with his hands on her chest, the tail draped over him. Seris looked up at him with a smile, her face still red, wondering what the human was going to do now that he had the reigns. Andrei gulped and looked down more. He found that, without even having to touch her, Seris’ scaly slit was open and glistening for him.

“Please,” The sultry snake moaned, her hands trailing down his own chest to his waist. She pushed aside the man’s useless loincloth, the front tented with excitement, and his pride was exposed to the air, those same clawed hands now brushing over muscle gently. Andrei groaned at the touch, the girl’s snaky tongue licking her lips in anticipation. “M-make me feel good.”

Andrei’s knightly mind was addled slightly, either by his own arousal, hers, or the strong smell of alcohol that was on her breath. He tried to shake it off, but it was hard to do when those hands stroked him, tugging at him urgently. Swallowing more of his pride he released his hold on one of the breasts to grip himself, the naga making a pleasant moan as he guided himself to her moist flower. He brushed the moist opening with the tip, earning him an impatient groan from the snake as the tail pushed him. But that groan escalated into a happy cry as he sunk himself into the naga, shuddering himself as he was once more surrounded by the tight sheath of warmth. Arms and a tail wrapped around him, hugging him close, the young girl moaning in his ear huskily.

“Fuck me, Andrei.” Seris’ prehensile tongue wrapped around his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. “Fuck me hard~!”

His knightly and chivalrous code, was tossed out the window in that moment, as he started to blindly and forcefully piston into the squealing she-beast, the feeling of sharp claws racking across his back in passion. His hands gripped the cloth under him in fists, his waist moving in a blur as he continually bottomed out into the girl, earning him various erotic sounds that tore through her throat. Even in her drunken haze, it seemed she took Andrei’s previous suggestions to heart, the powerful muscles of her tail hugging the man but not squeezing him in her lust, though her inner muscles that surrounded his member still gripped him tightly, undulating and massaging him to try to milk the human of very drop of seed he can offer.

They stayed in this position, the human mindlessly rutting with the reptilian girl as she moaned and uttered dirty things in his ear to spur him on. The rut lasted long, the human’s muscle straining but forcing him to continue. All the while the snake under him cried out his name is lust filled praise, her yellow eyes wide and rolling into her head, her forked tongue flopping in the air as her face was a mask of smiling bliss.

Andrei grit his teeth, one arm holding onto the naga underneath him while the other gripped the wall behind them. Seris had taken to wrap her tail around both of them, holding onto the human like she was afraid he would leave her any moment now. She could feel his whole frame tensing up as his coming release, her hands snaking down to hold the taut backside of the man. His only warning was a shuddering utter of her name, and her tongue sought out his gasping mouth, kissing him deeply.

“Cum, Andrei~!” She moaned hotly in his face. “Give me everything! I want your baby! Make me a mommy!”

“S-Seris!” The human groaned loudly, and with the combination of a squeezing tail and her strong arms, he hilted himself as deep as he could into the moaning snake. And, just like last time, the sound she made a beastly, her whole being tightening and coiling around him. White flashes appeared before her eyes as she felt herself being filed with hot fluids, feeling her womb suddenly shuddering and flaring powerfully as it eagerly accepted it’s gift. It was something she never felt before, and feeling it made her propel into another powerful cry, strong shocks coursing through her. At the tightening muscles, Andrei’s groan became a ragged yell, though for once it was not in pain.

He felt his body lessen as he came down from his orgasmic high, feeling the naga’s muscles spasm around him as she did the same, her body quaking in aftershocks. Finally that strong tail released him, the coils falling off of him to gather around him like a makeshift bed of muscles and scales. Seris panted heavily, having a far-off look in her eyes, before making a soft moan and looking down where human and naga united. Cautiously, Andrei withdrew himself from her, inciting a shudder from Seris. His pride was red from the strenuous mating, his seed dripping slightly as he was removed.

With another moan, Seris reached down between them, her fingers seeking out her quivering flower to part her lips. Andrei, seeing this, took initiative and parted her with his thumbs. Not a drop of his fluids leaked out of her.

“S-so, deep.” The naga moaned, her waist having a slow sensual sway, as if she could feel his cum swimming around inside her. “S-so…muuuch~.” she then looked up at the man that made it possible, smiling up to Andrei brightly, her tail returning to once more wrap around him, pulling him down to her. “Andrei~.”

He allowed her to pull him, the woman taking him in a tight embrace and kissing him passionately. It was, strange, to feel such a thing but long tongue dancing around in his mouth, expertly wrapping around his own like a snake itself. Unbeknownst to him, until the last moment, one of Seris’ clawed hands reached down between them, and making the man suddenly jump with a gasp, cupped his hanging sack of seed tenderly, massaging him.

“Please~,” She moaned, her eyes growing sharp and beastly, her tongue lapping at his cheek. “Give me more~!”

Andrei had little choice, suddenly surrounded by coiled muscles.

~*~

Outside, their sounds of passion was not ignored, as a small crowd gathered close to a window, not to watch, but to simply listen to the sounds. Ven herself took pride in what she heard, listening to the sounds of her younger sister submitting herself to the desire of a human cock. She didn’t notice the much larger naga that slithered up to them, the crowd suddenly noticing the matron among them. It wasn’t until she spoke, did Ven spin around to them.

“Oh, I do hope this is the one,” The elder naga smile happily.

Ven nodded her head, returning to listening to the sounds of intense love making. “She seems to have taken quite a liking to this one, mother. I never heard her so…” A particularly loud moan from within the home interrupted her, her smile growing as she turned to the matron. “Enthusiastic.”

The motherly naga nodded, thinking deeply. “I just hope this is the one; I hate to have to get rid of another potential father.”

“No,” Ven grinned, once more listening to the erotic sounds emanating from the hut. “I’ll see to that we won‘t.”

~*~*~

Had a medical emergency but I'm back. Slow going, sorry.


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The morning brought a pained groaned to him, his muscles tightened and strained, his legs feeling weak. It was to be expected, considering what he had to do the night before. It wasn’t enough for the amorous girl to try to squeeze him dry on the first go; she tempted him a few more times, forcing him down on his back somewhere among the mire of passionate sounds and moving flesh. Rather send him back to the cage with the rest of them once finished, Andrei was to drained to even walk, simply collapsing there on a bed of coils, Seris lying on top of him.

He awoke still wrapped in the serpentine tail, looking down at the content and slumbering face of the young snake, her head lying on his chest. Being surrounded in muscles that cradled him, he was unable to pry away, simply lying his head back on the pillow of copper scales to wait for the girl to wake. Last night was, certainly different.

There was some pride there, when he was able to make this naga scream his name, but the pride soon faded as his muscles tightened and protested their overuse. Never before had he strained himself like this. Not even when he in his training camp did his body feel this stiff. But oh there were days where he was unable to pry himself out of his cot in the mornings, but he willed himself to get out to continue the day. Now, however, even if Seris wasn’t on him, he was sure he was unable to even roll over. He glanced over to an open window high on the wall, seeing that it was still early morning. His men must be worried by now; he’s been gone for quite some time, they might think he was sold.

Though, now he doubted he was going to be traded. With how enamored the young naga was last night, he figured he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. But, now there was a thought of dread in his head. If every night was going to be like it was last night, he didn’t know if he could survive such an ordeal. And, with growing dread, he wondered what would happen if his efforts took. Last night, he was sure the seed has been planted. A child. The though really never crossed him before. Sure, it was to be expected if he found a wife and started a family. But, thinking now, he had hopped his first child was going to be a human. Will she be blond, like him? Will she have blue eyes, like him? What would happen if she grew up? Will all this repeat itself?

His mind was filled with various thoughts, unable to keep up with them as he sighed heavily and closed his eyes. All that will be answered in time, but right now, he wanted to rest more. He slipped into sleep once more, only to awake shortly after by another pained groan, though this one not from him.

With a growing grimace on her face, Seris shifted around and slowly sat up on the human’s lap, holding the side of her head. “Oooh, my head…”

“You shouldn’t have drank.” Andrei addressed the girl, sitting up to meet her.

Hearing his voice, the naga’s eyes fluttered open, looking down at the man with a growing smile. “Andrei,” Once more the tail was around him, giving him a lazy full-bodied hug, arms being wrapped around his shoulders. “Morning,”

“Morning,” Andrei muttered, reaching up and gently taking the snaky-girl’s cheeks in his hands. “You feeling okay?”

The girl groaned slightly, though still smiling. “Bittersweet.” The tip of her tail sought out a clay pot that sat nearby, bringing it to her. Andrei had thought she was going to get more alcohol and was about to stop her, but when she brought the pot between them there was no odor coming from it. The smell was sweet, and when he looked into the pot he saw the liquid was a milky white. Seris brought the pot to her lips, taking a heavy drink and sighing in content, thought still rubbing her head. “Here,” She presented the pot to Andrei, “Drink.”

Cautiously, the human took the clay container in his hands and brought it close to his mouth, taking a timid sip. It was thick and creamy. It was… Andrei took a proper drink of it, sighing himself once finished. “Milk?”

Seris nodded. “Holstaurus milk. Very rich, very special.”

The human’s face paled at this. “H-holstaurus milk?” He knew the bovine women could produce milk, but he never drank the stuff. Though, feeling the drink coursing through him, he found that the pain in his muscles dulled slightly, and the taste was… well it wasn’t bad. Seris smiled to him, the pot being passed back and forth until the vessel was empty, being sat down to the ground.

The naga’s smile brightened, making a relaxing sigh as she hugged the human. “Okay, I’m feeling much better.”

He nodded in agreement. Whatever it was that was so special about the milk, certainly did it’s job. Whatever pain he had has now dulled to a tepid sensation, the sleep that gripped him previous now fully gone, leaving him wide awake and energized. Though empowered, he still relaxed on the bed, the girl still hugging him.

“Andrei,” Seris whispered, her eyes half lidded. “Last night, was wonderful.”

The man felt his face redden, giving her a nervous smile. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

A hand brushed down his body, shifting from his abdomen to rub low on the naga’s stomach. The girl’s smile brightened as she rubbed herself, looking at the human. “I am sure to bear your children, after that. Strong daughters, many daughters.”

The man only nodded, looking down to where Seris caressed her stomach. “W-well… I hope, I did…” He gulped. “Give you, what you wanted.”

There was a happy moan from the girl, the hug tightening. “Andrei~,” Once more those lips were on his, that tongue swimming around and squirming in his mouth. The kiss lasted a while, the girl parting away with a big smile. “You’ll be a wonderful father, I can feel it.”

Andrei didn’t respond to that, just sat there and be cuddled by the young woman. Time passed, and soon with a sigh of disappointment and reluctance, Seris shifted off the man and slithered off the bed, looking over to him. “Come, you need to go back to your men.”

Andrei nodded and climbed out of the bed, making sure his pointless loincloth covered him adequately. As the man walked out of the home, he quickly noticed the two guards standing there, and wordlessly he followed them back to the cage, looking back to see the smiling Seris giving him a wave that he responded in suit. As he drew closer to the cages he noticed his men standing at the sight of him, surprised to see he was still in the village. With the cage opened, Andrei stepped it, the guards now leaving as he was surrounded by his men.

“Y-you’re still here,” Marcus mused, looking up and down the man. “You… look horrible.”

Andrei was sure there was heavy bags under his eyes, and he was already aware of the imprint of scales on most of his body where he either was squeezed by them or lied on them for so long. The man nodded his head and walked to the end of the cage where the stone wall was, sighing heavily as he sat down against them.

“That’s the longest any of us were gone.” Another man stated, giving his now superior a raised brow. “Just how many of those monsters had their way with you?”

“Just one,” Andrei muttered, earning him a series of wide eyes. “A very amorous one, at that.”

“But, you were gone all night.” The same man stated.

“I did say she was very amorous.” Andrei huffed. The group spilled into silence afterward, and slowly a semi-circle was formed around him. Seeing this, the man sighed and went straight to business. “We need to get out, and soon. It will be tough with our current numbers, but I’m sure we can pull it off.”

“We checked every part of this cage,” Franco spoke up. “Its…very solid.”

“And we singled out the one with the key.” Another man said, turning to look over towards the village. “One of them, one of the bigger ones, always has one around her neck. She comes by here more often then the others, and she’s usually alone.”

“Marcus here stayed up most of the night worrying about you, and he learned that the guards were not on patrol as much late in the night.” A man thumbed the small recruit.

Marcus blushed. “I-I’m still sorry, about the arrow.”

Andrei waved it off. “We need to get that key. But, how…”

“Eh, Furis dog.” The men turned towards the baritone voice, carrying a heavy accent. One of the Landorians was close to the bars that separated the two groups, the man waving to Andrie. “Here,”

Andrie furrowed his brow at the man, but, slowly stood up and approached him. “What do you want?”

“We hear you, whispering over here.” The larger dark skinned man smiled. “You planning a way out.”

“So?” The smaller lighter skinned man folded his arms across his chest.

“We help, we want out too.” The Landorian stated.

“And why would we want your help?” Andrei asked.

To this, the larger man furrowed. “Would be a shame, if someone told snaky-women of your plans.”

“You bastard!” One of Andrei’s men stood in a flash, glaring at the pirate. He went silent with a gesture from Andrei.

Andrei returned to the man, just in time for him to smile and chuckle deeply. “Alright, so what do you have in mind?”

“How many cages have you escaped, little man?” The Landorian mumbled, his eyes looking towards the village. “Cage is strong, but the guard weak.”

“Weak?” Marcus stood up, glaring at the man. “Have you seen her?! She’s huge!”

“Aye, but if there is one thing I know, is that snaky-women are like Landorian women. They strong and gritty like the sands, but if you pet her just right, she becomes melted butter in your hands.” The man made a sly grin. “Landora has snaky-women, we understand them more then you. How they think, how they hunt,” His grin broadened. “How they fuck.”

Andrei ignored the crass words, but thought on them. It, made sense. Seris was pretty dominate the other day, but now she’s almost submissive to him. Maybe, he did just as this Landorian said, and ‘petted’ her the right way.

“Alright,” Andrei muttered after a while. “What do you know.”

“I know the guard you talking about. I see her some times. She likes the boy.” The dark skinned man blunted. Andrei turned his head to Marcus, seeing him red-faced and stuttering. “And, I know from fact, that the bigger the snaky-woman, the softer she is.”

“What do you mean?” Andrei cautioned.

“They gentle with smaller things, to smaller prey. Boy is very small to her, and she likes him.” The Landorian pointed to Marcus. “That boy, he is the safest man here. You want keys, you need someone close to her.”

“W-wait,” Marcus, realization slowly flashing in his eyes, took a shaky step back. “Y-you can’t mean-”

“You, little man, you smart, you play their game.” The Landorian looked back to Andrei. “And if snaky-woman like you, she won’t sell you. Unless, of course, you fail to give child.”

Andrei furrowed his brow, his voice going low so his comrades wont hear him. “I don’t think I have that problem.”

“I heard. Amorous, she was, eh?” The Landorian chuckled deeply. “You smart little man, but we strong. You need us to get out of jungle, to get to boat. If, it is still there. We help you, you help us, we kill each other another day. Savvy?”

“Fine,” With wide eyes from his men, Andrei shook the strong grip of the Landorian. “Will work together, for now.”

“Y-you can’t be serious.” One of his men stuttered. “You’re going to trust this, this, desert rat?”

“We don’t have much of a choice.” Andrei turned around and addressed his men. “Like I said, with just us few, it will be hard. But if all band together, we can get out of here easily.” The group was silent, but slowly nodded their head, save for one man who simply shook his in disbelief. “Marcus, he is right.”

The young recruit continued to shake his head, stepping back. “T-to give myself, to t-that monster? I-I can’t do that! That’s not right!”

“I don’t like it either,” Andrei huffed, his eyes frowning to his men. “And, I think it’s rather moot by now. Either we agree and play along, or get take by force. And, I don’t think you would want that, right, Marcus?”

The young man mumbled and looked away, holding his head in dismay. “I-I…”

“Think on it, boy,” The Landorian huffed. “But know time is running out.”

“I-I’ll…” Marcus shuffled away from the group, to be by himself. “I’ll, think about it.”

With that said and done, the group dispersed to be with their own thoughts, Andrei turning back to the Landorian. “Thank you, for your help.”

“Thank me when we get out.” The man mumbled, slowly turning away, before stopping. “Barossa, by the way.”

“Andrei.” The smaller man responded.

“You smart, Andrei, but pray you‘re smart enough.”

~*~

The day went by rather slowly, some of the men being taken away only to return an hour or so later, exhausted and drained as they were used by their naga mistresses. The food provided for them was a variety of fruit and cooked game. Some of the fruit, Andrei never seen before, so he avoided it the best he could. The game he figured was from a smaller animal, though he didn‘t know what exactly, so he swallowed it down with some tension. Marcus, oddly enough, took a liking to one of the more exotic fruits. It was a large red fruit with a tough skin, but through some determination the young man was able to peel it open. The inside of it was clustered with tiny red seeds, that was apparently the edible part of the fruit. Some of the other men have tried the tiny red, bejeweled looking seeds before, but it seemed none of them had a taste for it. Which made pairing off their meals easier, since Marcus was content with his exotic food.

Every now and then, under the watchful eyes of the larger guards, some of the more smaller and childish of the naga would come by to see the men, not so much as to pick one out of the bunch, but, so of the men’s thoughts, were simply perusing their options, whenever they did either decide or come of age. True to what both Marcus and the Landorian Barossa said, one of the large guards did have a twine necklace around her neck, and hanging from it was a keying with three different keys. And, to the growing disdain of the young recruit, she did seem to have an eye out for him. Whenever the towering woman slithered by, easily four heads taller then Andrei, she would casually look into the cage as she passed, her bestial eyes only falling on the youngest man among them.

Yet, she did not give into her desire and take the young man away. Marcus has yet to be taken away at all since they been there, which lead many of the men to believe that maybe the naga think he was too young to breed. The Landorians kept to themselves mostly, huddled in a group and simply talked to one another, either planning an escape or just passing the time until a naga comes for one of them. Barossa himself was taken away early in the evening, brought back in a sweaty heap as the night passed by. Finally, the night over them and the village slowly drawing quiet and asleep, Andrei once more saw Ven heading his way.

“I guess we’ll see you in the morning,” Barossa taunted from his cage, but the Furian dutifully ignored him, and the stares he got from his men.

Ven, for her part, didn’t even need to say a word, the gate opening up and Andrei wordlessly standing to leave. Once more he was being lead through the quiet village, once more passing the low burning bonfire, and once more up to the sizable home. He entered the house, once more looking up the many decorations and the pile of furs in the center. His eyes fell upon Seris once more, this time in a much more sober state and coiled up in a sitting position, eagerly waiting for him.

“No drink?” Andrei asked, looking over his shoulder to see Ven slither off.

“No, not this time,” Seris smiled at the man, and tapped the empty spot before her. “Come, sit with me.”

Not as cautiously as last night, Andrei approached the bed and crawled on to it, sitting with his legs crossed before the naga. Once he was situated, a copper scaled tail slowly rose up and started to wrap around him lazily.

“You’re getting more gentle,” The man mused, watching the tail drape across his lap.

The snake-girl blushed slightly. “Yes, I remembered what you said to me.” That blush only intensified. “W-which, is why, before I do anything else, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes?” Andrei raised a brow.

“D-did…” The girl looked utterly embarrassed, unable to speak. But with a few deep breaths she finally got around to it. “D-did, I do okay, last night?”

The human was surprised by this. “What do you mean?”

The young woman’s face fumed, her cheeks puffing in annoyance. “Y-you know what I mean! Last night, when we mated! D-did I do okay?”

“Well, you did nearly kill me,” Andrei stated, the naga’s face furrowing. “But, other then that, you were great. You didn’t squeeze like last time.”

The girl’s face softened as she nodded her head. “You were right, about that.” A silence hung between them, before Seris made a sly smile, her tail tightening around the human. “So, what am I going to do to you today?”

The man didn’t panic when he was once more wrapped in those coils, slowly being pulled closer to the reptilian girl. Soon he was against the snake-girl, her arms wrapping around him in a hug, her eyes sharp as she looked into his. Instinctually, Andrei placed his hands upon the swell of her hips, feeling the combination of smooth skin and scales.

Her lips very close to his, Seris made a low coo, a smile growing. “I want to take things slow first,” One of her hands trailed down the human’s chest towards his waist, and feeling her hand on him, Andrei flushed slightly as the girl’s smile broaden. “Already hard, Andrei? You are a naughty little pet.”

The fallen knight didn’t answer and only huffed, before he felt his whole body shift, the tail leading him to lay on his back, the naga hovering over him. He looked down when she drew between his legs, his face growing redder when he saw his erect pride snug in the valley of the girl’s scaly breasts, a sly smile on her face. With wide eyes and some fascination, he watched as the girl opened her mouth, and with a control that was natural for her, her long forked tongue lolled out and brushed along the head of his member, before it started to coil around his length. It squeezed him gently, moving up and down, squirming and undulating against him.

The human groaned at the sensation, but the groan only grew louder when the girl leaned down and swallowed him to the root, her eyes locked on him. His legs tensed when he felt those sharp teeth just barely touch sensitivity flesh, her throat vibrating as she made a low moan. Rather stare at him the whole time like last time, she closed her eyes on content as he felt the tightness lessen, her prehensile tongue relinquishing it’s grip on him and simply stroked the underside of his pride. She suckled on him softly, her head moving up and down at a slow pace. Despite his defiant thoughts, Andrei couldn’t help but relax, his head lying back with a groan as a tail supported him. He noticed that his arms were free from the naga’s tail, his hand reaching down to softly caresses the girl’s ebony hair, earning him a muffled mew as her movements picked up speed.

The naga pleasured him for only a few minutes, before she leaned away with a deep breath, a string a spittle connecting the two of them from lip to member. She licked her lips before pulling herself forward, lying on top of the man, a shivering going though her whole body when she felt the hard muscle of the human brush her ‘snake-hood’, already parted and exposed in arousal and anticipation.

“My mother,” Seris looked down at the man, taking his shoulders in her hands. “She saw you, yesterday. You probably missed her. She said that you look very handsome, and I was lucky to have caught you.”

Andrei felt a smile grow on his face. “Well, I am glad your mother approves of me.”

“Ven seems to like you too. She says you look like a strong man.” The naga mused, a giggling slightly. “Today, she asked if she could have you tonight.”

The man raised his brows at this. “She did? What did you say to her?”

With a soft moan Seris drew closer, wrapping her arms around the man’s neck, her lips barely bushing his. “I told her, that you are all mine.” She gave him the tiniest of pecks before drawing back, her smile seeming more evil. “Besides, Dee asked first.”

This caused the man’s brows to raise more. “Wait, whose Dee?”

Seris only giggled more and kissed him again, this time leaving it to linger, moving her waist to rub against the human, making him groan. When she drew back once more, she whispered in him ear. “Later. Right now, you have a duty.” With one hand reaching between them, the naga took hold of the human’s pride, and with a moan guided him into her, the two connecting with a mutual sigh. She did not move at first, simply lying on top of him and letting her inner muscles do their job, squeezing and massaging the human member, to coax his seed forth.

But gradually her hips started to rise and fall, Andrei taking her by the waist, her tail coiling around him and under him to make a bed of copper scales, effectively reclining him. Seris moaned sensually, her face buried in the crock on his neck, her body starting to undulate against the human. Andrie held her, his arms across her back, his head falling backward with a groan. She kept this steady pace, her inner walls tightening around him with every passing moment, and before long she was moving quicker and with more force.

The man tensed when he felt a fanged mouth on his shoulder, though not biting him, more like giving him a playful nip. A snaky tongue slithered up over his chin and neck, until it slipped into his mouth, Seris kissing him deeply, him responding in suit. He could feel that all too familiar pressured building in the pit of his stomach, feeling his pride twitching inside the girl.

“S-Seris,” He groaned his impending release, and it surprised him when the snake body on top of him started to slow down, finally stopping with him fully embedded. Seris moaned as she leaned back, her eyes dark, her tail suddenly shifting until the man was flat on his back, and she took his wrists in a strong clawed grip and forced his hands to his sides. This only surprised him further, until he saw the look of concentration on her face, and he felt it. The inner walls of the naga started to move more erratically, sucking on him like it was a whole separate being, The strong sensations was enough to bring him over the edge, his body twitching as he released himself into the girl, Seris suddenly throwing her head back with a stifled cry. But what stated as a suppressed sound became very vocal, as the girl let out a loud moan, her whole body quaking and tightening as it accepted the man’s seed once more.

The waves ebbed, the naga heaving heavy breaths on top of him as he panted. Andrei gasped when the girl wriggled her hips, stirring his still hard pride within her, before she finally lowered down to lie on him once more, embracing him in her arms and tail.

“T-that was nice,” She moaned, planting feathery kisses on the man’s chest, trailing up to his face and to his lips.

Andrei only mumbled, accepting the kisses and held his snaky lover in his arms. That thought ran by his mind again. Lover? It slowly started to dawn on him, feeling the girl stir as she once more hovered over him to once more try to squeeze more cum from him.

A thought entered his mind, looking up at the woman on top of him. “I…I think, I love her.”

He needed to escape, and SOON.

~*~*~

>>19185

First and foremost, you Never need to apologize for medical problems getting in the way of other things, and I hope whatever it was/is has cleared up and isn't a problem any more.

Story-wise looks like his beliefs at the 'wrongness' of the situation seem to be eroding away, if he plans on escaping he'd best do it quick, as it's not going to be long before he no longer wants to.

>>19185
~*~*~

It was no real surprise when he found himself waking up covered in copper colored coils, once more in the loving and full-bodied embrace of his captor. Though, he was very grateful that this time his body didn’t feel like it could fall apart at the slightest move. Seris wasn’t as physical as she was the other night, though just as passionate in their mating. Rather letting him take control, the naga practically had him pinned under her the entire night, even still on top of him that morning, a combination of drying juices sticking between them. They once more shared milk, and this time Seris was the one that lead him back to the cage. A breakfast was waiting for him when he entered, the lusty girl giving him a gentle slap on his backside when she departed.

His men already had his meal separated, and he dove into it hungrily, Marcus looking at the leaving snake.

“So, that was her, huh?” He mused. Andrei nodded his head, finishing off a banana.

“So she’s that amorous one, huh?” One of his men asked, chuckling slightly. “She must like you a lot, if she keeps you over night. I don’t think anyone else here has had that privilege.”

Now finished with most of his meal, Andrei looked up to his men, his brow furrowed. “I wish I wasn’t as lucky; apparently, her sister has asked her if she can have some time with me.”

“Her sister, you mean that busty one?” One soldier asked.

“Yeah, her. It seems pretty soon I’m going to be passed around like a party favor.” Andrei grumbled.

There was a sudden silence that hung in the air, causing the man to look to his men, and seeing them looking at one of them with wide eyes.

“It, already started like that.” He said, looking to his current superior. “This morning, before you got here, they came and got me. I was taken to the usual one, the one that caught me in the first place. But, only this time, there was, another one. This one, it was one of the younger ones, a damn child. They, both, had their way.”

“Aye,” The group of Furian men turned to the deep voice, seeing the Landorian Barossa standing at the bars. “The hunters got their fill, now it’s their duty to help the others. They start with the youngest, the ones that just reached breeding age, to teach them. Then they work up to the matrons, the guards, the big ones. The seed spreads far, to ensure child. It’s what they do.”

The men was struck silent, letting this all sink in.

“Boy,” Barossa gestured to Marcus, “You, are our hope. Woo snaky-woman, get that key.”

“I-I’m not ready,” Marcus mumbled, rubbing his arm in nervousness. “I-I don’t even know how to woo! I never been with a woman!”

The dark skinned Landorian was deep in thought, looking towards the village. “I help you. I know what to do.”

“You’re going to teach the boy to woo?” One of the soldiers perked a brow up.

“Close, but only if he agrees.” The more fit man smiled.

It was some great pressure on the young lad to have his older brothers-in-arms look at him with hopeful eyes. Even Andrei. Nervously, Marcus looked over towards the village. He could see that large guard, the one that always had her eyes on him, standing there close to one of the huts, looking over towards him every now and then.

Finally, with a deep sigh, he looked back to the Landorian. “A-alright What do I do?”

“First, come closer,” The man gestured. Shakily, the young man approached the cage bars and to the much larger man. “Second, be strong.”

“Be strong? What do you-” Marcus was suddenly taken by the arm in a strong grip and was pulled forward towards the pirate. He didn’t even have enough time to react when a fist came down across his face. Or when it came down a second time, or a third, and so on.

Seeing their comrade in danger the other men ran forward, trying to pry the young man from the pirate’s grip, landing their own blows into Barossa’s face and body. In a manner of seconds the cages were filled with angry shouts and thrown punches, as pirate and solider fought with one another through the bars. An ear piercing cry shattered the commotion, making the men cry out and cover their ears. All the Furian men were suddenly swept away from the bars by a powerful copper scaled tail, the large guard was now in the cage with them to break up the fight. Finally, Marcus was released and slumped to the ground woozily, blood pouring from his nose in a crimson river. With a swing and a pained cry, a shaft of a spear was brought down across Barossa’s arm, nearly breaking both of them from the force.

The large guard turned and bore her fangs in a terrible hiss at the men, suddenly slithering to surround the younger boy. Out of all the men, it was poor Marcus who took the most damage, his right eye now swelling up. Another strong hand took his arm, helping him to his feet, where he looked up to the face of the guard. Her face softened, and it surprised the boy when she gently took his cheeks in her hands, examining his face. With another hiss towards the pirate, the guard gave Marcus a gentle tap on the back and lead him out of the cage and towards the village, most likely to have his wounds tended to.

With the guard departing, Andrei looked over to Barossa, his face red in fury. “That, was a dirty trick.”

“And the boy is more then welcomed to get a free shot once he gets that key.” The pirate huffed, holding his now very sore arm close to his chest as he walked to his men.

As dirty as it was, it served it’s purpose. Marcus was now with the guard and the keys. All they had to do now, was wait.

~*~

Hours passed, men were taken and brought back, food was served. With each hour passing the group got more and more restless. They haven’t seen hide nor hair of young recruit, didn’t know if he was sold or something had happened to him. Even the pirates, who had orchestrated the sudden attack, was starting to wonder as well. It was late afternoon, when they saw that guard once more, and with young Marcus with her. Wordlessly, the gate was opened, and the young man stepped in.

It didn’t appear he was too hurt. Though, there was now a rather noticeable bruise over his eye, he seemed rather okay. He rubbed his arm idly as he walked up to his comrades, and Andrei could see the slight scaly imprint the boy had on it and on his body. The lad simply walked passed them and sat down at the far end, the men waiting until the guard was gone before approaching him.

“Marcus,” Franco knelt down next to the lad. “Are you okay?”

“I…” The boy gulped slightly. “I’m, fine.”

“She didn’t hurt you, did she?” Andrei asked.

“N-no…she, she didn’t.” The young man rubbed his stomach, looking ill. “Do… water. I need water.”

One of the men grabbed a hollow gourd, used to hold their given water, and handed it to the lad. Marcus took it and stood up, walking over to one corner of the cage. With a few deep breaths, the boy made a distressed moan. “Gods, help me.”

It was a great shock to the others, to watch the young man reach into his mouth with his fingers, making himself double over with a retch. The others thought he was mad, but he kept doing it, over and over again, obviously trying to make himself vomit. Finally, taking a swig of the water, the boy was down on his knees as the sicken sound was heard, most of the men looking away in disgust. What sort of vile brew did they make him drink, to make him want to expel it?

Panting and groaning, the young man wiped his mouth and took heavy drinks, and the men nearly vomited themselves when they watch the boy reach into his own bile, fishing something out and dribbling water on it. Finally, shaking violently, the boy stood up, and brandished what he had. It was a key.

“You… you swallowed it?” Andrei asked, very surprised.

“I...” Marcus coughed, holding his stomach in pain. “H-had no where else to put it.”

Taking the key, Franco discreetly went to the gate, slipping his arms through the bars to where the iron lock was. “It fits. He’s got the right one.”

“Marcus, if you weren’t a man, I‘d kiss you,” Andrei smiled to the young man.

“Maybe later,” The young man joked, but groaned as he sank to sit down. “S-so, tired.”

“She wasn’t rough with you, was she?” A man asked.

To this, the young man’s face turned a bright red, shaking his head briskly. “N-no, she wasn’t. S-she, was actually, very gentle.”

“So, it happened then, huh?” Franco smiled, “Young Marcus is officially a man.”

“I just hope I’m not a father either.” Marcus mumbled. His face was still red, looking down at his feet. “She was, not what I expected.”

“I hate to say,” A man raised his brow, sitting down across the young man. “But, I am curious. Woman that size, with a boy as small as you? How was it?”

Marcus shook his head. “I-I don’t want to say.”

“We can’t do anything until nightfall,” Another man shrugged. “Might as well spin a little yarn while we wait.” He then gave the boy a sly smile. “Wasn’t that bad, was it?”

Marcus looked to this brothers-in-arms, all them looking at him in the same curiosity. Andrei simply shrugged his shoulders. Finally the boy sighed.

~*~

It certainly wasn’t the worst thing to happen to him. It wasn’t the first time he was beaten by someone bigger then he was, that’s for sure. And, it certainly was not the first time he was carted into a room with a bloody face to get fixed up. Though, the last time something similar to this did happen was when he was much younger, and it involved some older boys in the village he lived and the phrase “Trust me, you’ll make it.”

He didn’t.

Though, being carted into a room with a bloody face while practically naked and with a giantess naga woman, was not what he thought would happen in life. Marcus’s eyes were unfocused and hazy from the several punches he took, his mind confused on what just happened, but understood enough that he was going to get cleaned up. The giant snake woman, over twice his size and obviously ten times more stronger, lead him to one of the small huts that lied across the field that separated the village and the cages full of men.

“What’s going on?” Marcus looked up and saw another naga slither out of the hut he was approaching, looking down at him confused but wide eyed at his condition.

“Fight, in the pens.” The voice behind him, he expected was going to be deep. Well, it was, but it had that tone of femininity, not at all masculine. He felt a great big hand press on his shoulder, a silent command to go in the hut. “I’ll take care of him, but we need someone to watch the others.”

This other naga nodded and retrieved a spear close by, heading in the direction of the cages. He was brought to this same hut when he first got there to get cleaned up in; he remembered the two naga that scrubbed him down, one was practically his age while the other was, well, currently right behind him. It was the same one that actually captured him in the first place, back when he was with the others in that sand village in the desert. When they stumbled upon the pirates fighting off the creatures, he tumbled back when the first big hit of odd magic struck him and forced the armor right off him. Then came the fire, and in his panic let the notched arrow he had fly, only to learn later by one of his brothers-in-arm that they saw Andrei disappear among the stone buildings with an arrow in his side.

Very naked and frightened, Marcus hardly fought when a great net of reeds fell over him, looking up to see this giant snake woman for the first time. Now, that same woman lead him into this hut once more, and he looked up at her. Like all the others, her skin was a natural dark tan, her scales a copper shade. Her breasts were rather large, but he noticed that it was common among the naga; the bigger you are, the bigger the chest. And, unfortunately, the muscles. It wasn’t just her tail was extensionally long and thick, but the muscles in her arms were evident, the taut curvatures low on her stomach on her abs. This woman, looked like she could squeeze his head clean off his shoulder easily, and with just her hands.

So, naturally, he was very afraid of her. Her hair wasn’t as long, nor was it as black. It was a dark brown, cut short, cropped, almost boyish. She still had the yellow eyes. And those same eyes were looking down at him.

“Sit,” The naga pointed to the ground. Obediently, Marcus sat down on the floor, but made a yelp when that coiled tail slipped underneath him, raising him up slightly. This large woman took his cheeks in her hands once more, making him tilt slightly to examine his face. She scowled at the various cuts he had. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that.”

“W-what do you mean?” Marcus asked.

“I saw you walk to that man.” The naga reached over where a pot of water was, grabbing a cloth to wet it, bringing it to his face. “What were you doing? Taunting him?”

Marcus shook his head. “N-no, he wanted to tell me something.”

“Don’t move,” The woman told him.

“Sorry.” The young man sat there motionless while this large woman gently dabbed away the blood on his face, her expression soft. He felt like a little kid again, sitting in the kitchen of his home with his mother cleaning up the remains of rowdy play. It, really didn’t seem that long ago to him, but it still made him nostalgic, and with a woman that dwarfed him, it wasn’t that hard to feel like a child again.

“How did someone so young, wind up with men this violent?” The naga mused, washing out the cloth to dab more.

“I’m not that young.” Marcus stated, wincing when she touched his sore nose.

“You seem young. How many summers?” The naga looked down at him.

Marcus gulped, but mumbled. “S-sixteen.” The woman nodded, once more washing out the cloth. A silence hung between them then, this large snake cleaning off his face. Slowly, his mind registered that he had a job to do, seeing the iron keys hanging off her neck. How does one, woo? Though, a more different curiosity got to him first, looking up at the woman. “What’s going to happen to me?”

“We haven’t decided yet.” The woman stated bluntly.

“W-why not just let me go?” Marcus asked.

“No,” The naga sat the cloth to the side, and with the dexterity of her tail, got another smaller pot and brought it over. Inside was a white pasty mixture, a salve of some sort, that she scooped up in her fingers and started to gently dab it on the boy’s now clean cuts. “We need men, we need children. It is either with us, or out there, where something else less merciful may find you.”

Marcus didn’t say anything, simply sitting there on his chair of coils. Soon, however, the salve was applied and sat aside, the naga looking at him once more.

“Do you have a name?” She then asked.

“Marcus.” He replied. “You?”

“Helcia. But, most call me just Hel.” The woman said.

Somehow, that seemed fitting. Before the silence stretched too long, Marcus looked up at the naga, fearful of the answer to the question he was about to ask. “Why haven’t they taken me away yet?”

Hel didn’t answer right away, rather gave the young man a complacent look, before answering. “There have been some, who wanted you. But it is not their choice. It is mine.”

“Because, you caught me.” Marcus stated.

“And I have yet to decide what to do with you.” She gently took the smaller human’s face once more in her hands, looking into his eyes. “As my pray, I must choose to either take you as a mate, or to give you to another. But, while some may want you, the rest see you as, weak.”

“W-weak?” Marcus couldn’t help but feel insulted. “All of us are considered weak to you. W-why am I any different?”

“Because you are small, you are young. And, as I said, the decision is mine.” She gave the boy what he would consider a motherly smile and released him. “A stronger man would have more value, but a young boy can learn. And, because of that, despite what you think, most would rather have a mate who knows what he is doing, then someone inexperienced.”

“S-so, what? I’m just going to stay in a cage until I am more fitting?” The young man thought he felt insulted before, now he felt like he was a child once more being talked down by an adult. It upset him, and whatever fear he had was now fading away. “I’ve been watching my friends disappear around me, taken away to be used and tossed back, and for the past few days I have been scared out of my wits waiting for my time, only to now learn that no one wants me?”

“No,” Hel furrowed her eyes at the boy, once more gently taking his cheeks in her hands. “I have yet to make a decision. I do not feel you are ready yet.”

“Ready yet? Ready for what? To breed? Are you serious?” Marcus was glaring, actually glaring at this giantess.

“To take a man, I have no qualms.” Hel whispered to him, her expression soft, caressing his hair. “But to take a boy, I will not, unless he is ready and willing.”

Marcus went silent, staring into the yellow eyes of the naga.

She continued to pet him, a smile appearing on her face. “It is not that you are unwanted, Marcus. There are plenty here who are willing to have you. But before they do, I must say so, and I must teach you. I’ve just been waiting until I was sure you felt more comfortable here. But you haven’t. I’ve watched you, how you hardly sleep at night in worry, how you hardly relax, even talking with your own kind.”

Marcus mumbled slightly, looking up at this woman. “Y-you knew, that I haven’t had a wo-…mate yet.”

“You are not the first boy I came across, and you are not the first man that I caught. You did not have that scent on you.” Hel told him.

The young man gulped slightly, looking away nervously for a moment, before looking back. “I-I’d, rather not just sit back and fear when it will happen. I…” He gulped again, trying not to look at the woman. “I…I’m ready.”

“Are you?” Hel asked, leaning in close to him.

“Y-yes,” He mumbled.

“Marcus,” The naga gently took his chin, leading him to look at her, that motherly smile on her face. “Are you?”

The young man felt a shock go up his spine when he looked upon those yellow eyes, dark with something he never seen before. It was not fear he was feeling, but something else. Slowly, he nodded his head. “Yes, I am.”

Hel made a small coo, lowering the boy down to the ground, gently taking his hand. “Then, follow me.”

Nervously, Marcus did as he was told, and followed the giantess out of the hut, and deeper into the village. It was the first time he was actually able to see the village more proper, since he was brought through it the first time suspended in a net and unable to collect his bearings. But now walking through he could see just how many huts there were, just how many nagas there are. Some sat in their homes doing something, others were slithering by, but some of them were watching him. Even a small group of children that were playing suddenly stopped to watch the human walk by with the giant Hel close behind.

He figured he was getting close to the center of this village when he saw a bonfire, other naga sitting around it and eating and talking. The homes here were bigger then the others, though he didn’t know why. He even saw that Ven naga in one of the homes lounging, and next to the same home he saw that one naga that brought Andrei back that morning cooking over a pot. The home he was being lead to was right behind this one, equally as big as the others. Hel opened the flap to the home and motioned him to follow, with he did with shaky steps.

The first thing his eyes fell upon was a young naga playing with a crude doll of ragged cloth and dried grass curled up on a large pile of furs acting as a bed. Her head perked up when Marcus and Hel walked in, the large snake woman smiling down to the child.

“Lill, go play outside.” Hel said to the child.

“Okay.” The little snake girl responded, and awkwardly slithered out of the home, giving the human a curious look as she passed.

Marcus felt his face red once the girl was gone, looking to the woman. “D-daughter?”

Hel shook her head. “She is my sister’s child. I’m simply watching her when she’s out hunting.” She motioned to the bed, looking down at the human. “Sit, get comfortable.”

With another, more audible gulp, the young man obeyed and crawled onto the pile. Once he sat down, he gasped when a powerful serpentine tail wrapped around him, surrounding him in coils. He fought the urge to struggle, but they did not hold him tightly, simply covering him in an odd embrace. Hel was now on the bed as well, giving the young man a kindly smile.

“Don’t be afraid, Marcus. I won’t hurt you.” She whispered to him.

Marcus felt his face heat up, looking at the sensual woman. “I-I’m sorry. I…I’m just, n-nervous.”

She made a soft coo, taking his hands. “Then, here.” She lied down by his side, and guiding the increasingly blushing boy, lead him to hover over her. Her much larger hands took his, making them rest on her shoulders. “I want you to get used to me, so, explore me.”

Marcus was struck still. It was like every boy’s dream coming to life before him. Free reign of a woman’s body. And, though she was a naga, hearing her say that, the young man felt a lump in his throat, as his eyes fell upon her body. Though he had to keep reminding himself of his mission, seeing the keys still hanging around her neck, he can’t help but stare at the gracious bust they were snug between. Gulping, he willed his hands to move. Her skin was silky soft to the touch, which surprised him. A woman this big and this strong, he though she would be more tougher. Even her scales, as the tail draped over him, were smooth to the touch. His fingers brushed slowly and unsurely down the woman’s muscled arms, watching them flex at his touch, before going back up to her neck.

His face felt like it was on fire, when he brushed downward, stopping just above the swells of fat.

“Go on, Marcus,” Hel cooed lovingly to the boy, brushing his hair. “At the moment, they are yours. Do what you wish.”

Marcus shakily nodded his head, and gulping yet again, continued downward. There was this woman that used to live in his village when he was young. She had a love for sweets, and she was stoutly built. All the boy’s remembered her fondly, for she had an impressive chest on her. Marcus himself even had dreams of him suckling on those massive pillows. Her chest, was nothing, compared to what he had in his hands. These, were godly. His hands were like a baby’s against them, rubbing the amazingly soft scales that covered them. Hel made a soft sigh, a pinkish hue appearing in her cheeks as she watched the tiny human touch her.

His hands glided over the mounds of fat, feeling them heavy in weight as he palmed the undersides of them, his face a bright red but his eyes locked firmly on them. It was a shame that there was not any peaks on them, to the boy’s dismay; they looked like just two globes of scales rather then proper… Wait… Marcus’s eyes fell on an oddity. At the very middle of the two mountains, an opening among the scales began to appear. And, with agonizing slowness and with a low coo from the naga, something slick and pink began to rise.

The human drew his hands back in surprise when he saw them, before his muddled young mind formed a thought and recognized what they were. It seemed he was wrong about what he just thought; in some sort of defiance, the woman’s breasts seemed to have grown a teat, actually making them seem like a they did belong to a proper woman. With those yellow eyes watching him in rapt attention, Marcus cautiously reached back down to the large mounds, very gently touching the harden nipples. Hel made a soft moan when he touched them, and spurred on by that he started to feel them more. It was very soft, and judging by the woman’s reddening cheeks and uneven breathing, sensitive as well. With increased fascination he gentle stroked the erect peaks with his fingers and thumbs.

“Ooh, Marcus~.” The giantess monster-woman cooed. “That feels nice.”

Enticed by her words, the human increased his stimulations, pinching them softly. He was almost determined to please this woman, if he could. But, at the same time, there was more to this woman then just her large bust. Releasing the teats his hands continued to stroke the massive mounds in their entirety, before they continued their journey across the rippled muscles of the naga’s body. Soon, he came to a point where the mostly human part of this woman broke off to the mostly snake part, but, unfortunately, unable to find an in-between. However, his giantess mistress was more then happy to show him the way, reaching down her body to where there were some vertical segments of scales.

“Here,” Hel moaned under him. “Touch here~.”

Nodding, the young man did as she said, his fingers rubbing along these scales. The monster-woman’s body shook slightly as she made a soft sigh, and with the boys eyes growing wide, the scales flowered open. This, was a first for him. He didn’t have words for what he was looking at. It was just as pink and glistening as her snaky teats, though he seemed drawn to it, entranced by it. With timid slowness he reached back to it, his fingers just barely coming into contact with it. It was, so hot, he could feel a warmth radiated from it, and it only entrapped him more. Hesitantly he brushed his fingers on it, around it, finding a slick sheath that he slip his finger in. Powerful muscles closed around him as the woman sighed more heavily, feeling them…moving.

“Marcus,” Hel’s hand was on his thigh, and the mere touch of her finally made the boy realize just how incredibly aroused he was. The shoddy loincloth did absolutely nothing to hide his shameful erection. In fact, it was pushed aside, leaving him standing tall and free in the air. The human blushed furiously, stammering at this realization. He was about to draw away, but was stuck stiff in his spot when that gigantic hand wrapped around him gingerly, covering him entirely. He made a soft gasp when there was a tug, and without resisting he was lead to straddle the naga’s tail. Hel’s eyes were soft but sharp as he guided the human to her awaiting cunny, the young man making a groan when his hard flesh rubbed against it.

“W-wait,” Marcus took the larger woman’s arm, the monstrously sized snake releasing him. Looking down, seeing how close he was to her, he gulped and took his pride in a shaky hand. “L-let…let me do it.” Unsurely, he pressed himself against the hot flesh, feeling a spark go through him at the mere touch. And with trepidation, found purchase among the arousing fold, and sank into it. Above him, Hel made a long and low moan, her muscles shaking slightly. But the groan that escaped the boy was loud.

It…it was incredible! It squeezed him tightly, a hot, velvety sheath of muscles massaging his length like it was a different living thing, sucking on him to force him to bury deeply inside the woman. He never felt anything in his entire life! It… it was too much! The young man’s eyes widen as he gasped loudly, his whole body quaking in spasms. Hel herself gasped, her back arching slightly, her brow furrowed, her fist clenching the pelt under her tightly while her other arm hugged the boy close to her, as she felt the wave wash into her.

Marcus’s legs tightened at his release, his head falling forward and sinking in-between the heavenly valley of her grandiose breasts. Finally with many rapid and straggled yelps, the shocks lessened and ended, leaving the boy to pant heavily against the large but soft form of the woman. Catching his breath, he slowly leaned back, his face a bright red and his eyes damp, and looked up to the woman’s face.

“I-I-I’m sorry… I-I couldn’t-”

“Shh,” Hel gentled shushed him, that motherly smile on her face. Her tail and arms wrapped around him hugging him. “You did fine.”

“B-but… I didn’t…please you….” It was like a heavy blow to his pride, this defeat.

Hel’s smiling only broadened, brushing his hair lovingly. “Thank you, Marcus. But, it pleases me, knowing that I pleased you.”

“R-really?” The boy’s pride retuned.

The naga chuckled a the boy’s hopeful eyes. “Yes. To know that my body was able to pleasure you so well, gives me enjoyment” The human nodded his head and leaned back, only to yelp as he felt a large hand press against his bottom and pushed him back down. “No, don’t leave me. Stay, just like this.” She cooed, her waist moving sensually against the tiny human. She could feel it there, swimming into her womb. So warm, and gracious.

Marcus could only lie back down on the massive woman, her bountiful chest acting as the most perfect of pillows. He gasped slightly when he felt his softening member massaged by the inner walls of the snake-woman, and, it was just enough to get him erect once more, the woman feeling it and moaning softly. The tip of her tail reached out and sought a near by gourd of milk, bringing it back.

“Here, drink.” She handed it to the boy. The human took it and saw what it was, taking a swig of it. With a tap to the bottom from the monster-woman, he took another, and soon another. She wanted him to drink it all, so he could be reenergized and ready. Already she could feel the tiny man’s muscles lessen, his eyes growing brighter. She tossed the gourd aside, looking down at the young man with dark, lustful eyes. “Are you ready for more?”

Marcus mumbled, unsure of how to answer. “Y-yes… I am.”

“Then,” Hel once more stroked his hair, giving him an encouraging smile. “Go ahead.” With a nod, the boy took a few deep breaths, before moving his hips slowly back. She moan as she felt the human cock ease out of her, feeling every detail of it rubbing against her sensitive walls. With only the very tip of it was inside her, and with a few more deep breaths from the young man, he eased back down, plunging slowly and deeply into her. Hel lied her head back with a moan, hugging onto the small human as his pace picked up gradually. He grew accustomed to her folds, lasting longer then the last time, groaning into her chest. When she felt that second wave of cum empty into her, her body shook as she had her own mini orgasm, biting down on her knuckle to keep her voice low. She milked the human for what he was worth, Marcus once more lying limp on her once it was ebbed.

There was no need for any words of encouragement. After he caught his breath, his hands reaching up to grasp her breasts in his tiny hands, and once more his waist started to move. Hel simply lied there, her body feeling hot in arousal and pleasure, as she allowed the young human to use her as much as he wanted.

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Marcus kept his eyes down to his feet, his face a bright red, ignoring the surrounding wide eyes of his comrades, as he finished up his risqué story.

“S-somewhere, during all that, I-I was able to get one of the keys in my mouth. It gotten loose, and I just…swallowed it. S-she never noticed it was missing. F-finally, I just couldn’t do it anymore, and I just…passed out. W-when I woke up, I was cradled in her lap, and she gave me more milk, and brought me back here.”

The men remained silent, letting this story sink in, before Franco spoke up. “Really, that gentle?”

Marcus just nodded.

“I told you, boy. Smaller pray, gentler woman.” Barossa had heard the story as well, now standing at the bars once more.

The young man glared at the dark skinned pirate, standing up to approach him. “What you did…”

“Aye, I know, ‘dirty trick’,” The Landorian idly waved his hand. “I heard it all already. But, like I told your friends; you get a free shot, for getting the key.” The pirate grinned and raised his chin in the air towards the young man. “So, go ahead, boy. Give it your all.”

Marcus grumbled and turned away, making the pirate laugh, but surprised everyone when he turned back with his leg raised, his foot going across the man’s face. The Landorian made a loud ‘oof’ and slumped to the ground, nursing what is now likely a broken nose. Hearing shuffling, the others turned to see that large guard was once more at the gate, standing there with wide eyes. She didn’t go into the cage, rather stood there and stared at the young man, before smiling with a chuckle, turned and slithered away.

“Now,” Marcus huffed, brushing his hands together. “I feel so much better.”

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>>19208

Hmm, and now two, and maybe more people are likely to be unsure about leaving, time is running out on an escape it seems.

I love these stories of yours, with stranded men in a world where monster tribes exist. Have you considered the reverse, though? A bordello, a high class whoorehouse of massage and erotic acts, staffed by monstergirls in want of child, and catering to the guilty pleasures of city folk? Shameeless request, is aall. :)I think you would do it great justice

>>19222
I would think something like that would be a given in a world like that, but at the same time there is plenty of prejudice against them it's hard telling if it does exists, but more along the lines of something underground and seedy rather a high class establishment.

>>19208

Also, kinda got caught up in another thing that I may or may not post here, so expect some time before I post the next part. Which also brings up the point that I'm just about to wrap this story up. Done with it? No, but this arc? Yes.

Enjoy.

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Somehow, this night was different then the last. There was something in the air, something deep and primal as the full moon hung above. The Furian men did not know what it was, but the Landorian men knew well. They were very quiet, not because they were asleep, but because they all stayed in the one corner of their cage, all of them silent and staring into the village, not moving. Andrei had made an attempt to ask Barossa what it was they knew, but either the dark skinned pirate was still sore from the well placed kick of Marcus and refused to talk, or he simply ignored them and focused on his own problems, whatever they may be.

It was coming to that time when Andrei was expecting Ven to show up to take him to Seris for another night long romp. He tried his best not to dwell on the idea that he may be anticipating the nightly visit, almost eager to, not only see the naga once more, but to feel her embrace. And, not in a sexual way, either. But, the night drew on, and no guards came. And, for a moment, the men all thought that tonight would be the perfect night to escape, and ever silently started to make their plans.

But, alas, just as they huddled to start planning, Franco gave the warning that he saw guards coming. But, seeing the shapes in the darkness, it wasn’t just the guards.

“G-Gods, there’s so many of them!” One man whimpered at the sight of the advancing crowd of snake-women.

Andrei noticed Seris among them when they drew closer. And, judging by the looks on some of the men’s face, they too knew some of them. Soon the cage door was opened, and the guards came in and lead some of the men out. Four of them was the Furians; Marcus, Franco, a man named Deacon, and Andrei. Three of the men were the Landorians, Barossa among them. The naga seemed, almost giddy, as they took their catch, leading them all towards the village.

Seris slithered up alongside Andrei and took his arm, a bright smile beaming on her face. She seemed, almost drunk. And instantly, Andrei knew something was up.

“Alright,” He whispered to the naga nymph. “Just what is going on?”

Seris smiled and made a giggle. “Tonight is a special night. Be a good boy, and you’ll get an extra special treat.”

The man mumbled, furrowing at the girl. “Why do I feel like I don’t trust you?” He didn’t smell any strong sprits on her breath, so she wasn’t sloshed. The girl only giggled more, increasing her speed and practically dragged the human. Behind him he could see one of the other hunters clinging to Franco, the giant guard (He thinks her name was Hel, if he remembered) was slithering alongside a heavily blushing Marcus, and Deacon was somewhere in the back. What surprised him a lot, and he couldn’t help but feel a smile on his face, was the size of the hunter that had Barossa. The girl looked to be smaller then what Marcus was! And she had a big grin on her face as she dragged the much larger man.

The group was lead into the village, and Andrei saw that the homes were oddly quiet. But while the homes were quiet, he could see that the center of the whole town was packed with the naga, the bonfire burning brightly. Situated around the great fire were tables or something similar, all covered with a variety of different food, large hollowed gourds filled with drinks. It looked like a major feast.

Andrei was pulled forward towards the gathering, being lead towards an empty spot. He was forced to sit down on the ground, and when he did Seris wasted no time to coil around him. The man looked around, and noticed that the others were given the same treatment. He finally looked back to Seris, who gave him a toothy smile. It was then, he noticed something else. There were other men, men he hadn’t seen before, with other naga along the tables. He could tell these men have been there longer then he had by the scraggily faces they sported, beards thick and long. But, unlike Andrei and the others that were taken from the cages, these men were not wrapped tightly in coils to keep from running. Rather, they seemed to sit proudly on their scaly thrones, smiles on their faces as they talked and laughed with the naga next to them.

One man, in particular, caught Andrei’s eyes. This man sat across from him. He was a thin man, but he had decent muscles on him, his hair and beard long and a dark grey, his face weathered. The naga he was with was one of the more larger ones, but not any guard Andrei seen. This large snake seemed to treat him motherly, caressing his chest with her tail and feeding him some food and drink. Andrei could see some weakness in his movement, either from old age or he was recently used by his mistress. Looking at the man, is was hard to tell.

“Here, eat.” Andrei looked over to Seris, and saw that she was presenting him with a clay bowl filled with various foods. The exotic fruits, the cooked game, and he even could see something he didn’t expect to see. Cautiously taking the bowl and setting it down before him, his fingers sought out the small brown disk, feeling it rough and brittle in his hand as he picked it up, seeing speckled with little dark spot.

Andrei looked to the young naga, the confusions and surprise evident on his face. “Cookies? You have cookies?”

Seris nodded, but then shook her head. “We didn’t make ‘em. There was a caravan of orcs that came by the other day. One of them had a few batches already made, and she gave us some as a token of good will.” She then reached into Andrei’s bowl and took one of the cookies, biting down into with a smile. “S’good. Try ‘em.”

The Furian didn’t need a second, taking a bite of the baked treat. He has eaten a lot of sweet treats in his time, and admittedly he was not that big of a fan of them. He would have them occasionally or when they were offered. But, eating the cookie now, he’d wondered if he should consider getting them more often. The crispy treat was gone in a second, the naga next to him giggling.

She then grabbed a gourd and brought it to Andrei. “Drink.” He took it and brought it to his nose, and a familiar scent hit his sense. Seris smiled. “Don’t worry, it’s not the ogre stuff.” Andrei was not the much of a drinker, either. Oh, he did share the occasionally offerings whenever his brothers-in-arms were heading to the local pub, but that was about it. With a swig, the man determined that it wasn’t the strongest of stuff, but it had a strange taste to it, like it was fermented fruit. What kind of fruit, he did not know, but nonetheless he allowed another drink.

He looked around, and noticed the other were being treated much to same way. He could see Marcus giving the large Hel a few nervous glances as the naga offered him food. He noticed that what he was being fed was those same red jewel like seeds form that red fruit the young man liked. He didn’t know if the drink he had was the same spirits though. He could see Franco and Deacon being treated more or less the same way, though Deacon seemed more fidgety then what Franco was. In fact, looking now, Franco didn’t seem that all bothered by the treatment, even smiling. Andrei surpassed a laugh when he saw Barossa. The stoic man had his brow furrowed and his lips pursed as the much smaller naga girl tried to feed him some meat. However, just by judging how the man’s face seemed to twitch, how his lips threatened to curl, the pirate was trying his best not to smile. It seemed it was going to be a loosing battle.

Andrei looked back to Seris, just in time for her to bring a sliced mango up to his mouth. “Here,”

“You’re showing us off, aren’t you?” The human gave the snake a raised brow, smiling slightly.

The young woman’s cheeks flushed slightly, but smiled. “We always have a feast on the full moon, and it’s customary for the hunters to show off their catch, if the catch is willing enough to join.” She looked around the tables with a smile. “Out of you all, these are the only ones who seemed to be corporative enough to join us without any trouble. The others are more…”

“Rambunctious?” Andrei offered.

“That’s a good word for it.” Seris giggled. She once more brought the mango to the human, and he didn’t resist and bit down. “That, and we all decided that what we have is enough. You, or any of your friends, are not going to be traded.”

“Well, that’s nice to know.” The human smiled, taking another bite of the offered fruit. “I just hope the others are being treated well.”

“Oh, they are,” Seris grinned, taking a piece of meat to offer the man. “We don’t just give the men away to anyone. Friends are first in line, ones we know well. The ogres, for example. Ogres can be violent creatures, when they are sober. But the ones we know are fans of their own brews, and they wanted a man who looks like they could handle their drinks.”

Andrei chuckled. “Landora is not known for it’s brews. Whatever spirits they make is used mostly for shaman rituals and religious gatherings. Particularly weak, I heard.”

“Well, I hope that man can handle them.” Seris giggled. “Another man was given to the orcs of the caravan I told you about. Not the most brightest of creatures, but they are loyal and caring. And very good cooks. So, not only is he being treated with care, but being fed well. A few men were taken to a village in the desert.”

“Another village?” Andrei asked.

“Well, this one is actually still standing, but it’s because the one who rules there wants it. She’s not a naga, but she’s a good friend of ours.” The naga smiled. “Trust me, they’re being taken care of.”

“What is she?” The human cautioned.

To this, Seris scratched her head in thought. “I… I don’t really know. She’s a bit uppity at times, kinda considers herself some sort of superior. I think, she calls herself an…Anubis? I’m not sure. But, I do know that she’s actually kinda nice, and she’s not alone out there. There are others, even stranger monster that live with her. I think one of them is called a sphinx or something. She’s a bit moody, but nice enough. And then there are the mummies. They don’t talk that much, but they’re not mean or anything.”

Andrei was silent, trying to wrap these names around his head. He never heard of an anubis or a sphinx, but he has heard of the mummies. They were women once, but was inflicted with this strange curse that addles their mind and makes them seek out men for their ‘spiritual essence’. He never seen one, nor has anyone; there was none back home. He knew them by reading it in a book, something about a ‘mummy’s curse’. Despite Seris’ words, he can’t help but feel afraid for those men. He was knocked out of his thoughts when a piece of meat was brought close to him, to which he took a bite out of, the naga smiling happily at him.

He allowed to be fed, he allowed himself to drink, and as the night eased by he noticed he was not the only one. The others were not as nervous or tense now, laughing and smiling as they feasted. Soon, however, Andrei noticed that Franco wasn’t at the table anymore, and soon after he noticed Deacon was gone as well. He had thought that they were sent back to the cages, but then he saw Marcus being lead away from the tables by Hel, heading into a home close by.

Andrei’s stomach was full, his head fuzzed from the drink, when he felt a tug on his arm, looking down to Seris. She smiled brightly up at him, standing up and taking him by the arm. He followed her, being pulled into her home, where he was dropped down on his back on the bed, the naga slithering up and on top of him. She didn’t say anything to him, simply kissing him softly, hugging him in full bodied embrace. She looked down at him with dark eyes, a sly smile growing on her face.

“Do you know, what I want you to do?” She asked.

Andrei smiled himself, giving the monster-girl a raised brow. “I can imagine a few things.”

The naga’s smile only grew, taking one of the human’s hands and placing it on her chest. “I, want you to touch me.” She moved the hand down farther on her body, until Andrei could feel a certain segment of vertical scales on his fingers. “I want you to make me scream, with nothing but your fingers.” She leaned forward, kissing his cheek and surprising him by licking him with her forked tongue. “And your tongue.”

The man felt his face heat up, but smiled nonetheless. “Well, if that is what you want.” Seris purred when he started to touch her, slowly leading the man to be over her. It didn’t take that long for Andrei to feel the scales part for him, his fingers working to gently brush the glistening entrance, just as his other hand caressed up her body to grasp one of her breasts. He smiled openly at the sounds of the naga’s pleasurable whimper, his fore and middle finger softly rubbing along the outer lips of the snake-hood in circles. He kissed the girl’s collar, her hands lashing out to wrap around him as he began to trail feathery pecks down to her chest. The messaging of the perky mound was already making the peaks open, but the moment she felt those lips kiss the scaled covered breasts, it seemed to make them open quicker, her teat erecting in her arousal. Seeing this, the human chuckled, looking up at the red face and dark eyes of the monster-girl. “I wonder, if it’s easy to make you cum.”

The girl’s face grew redder as her eyes went sharp, nipping on her lower lip as she wrinkled her brow. “I-I’ll have you know, ser knight, t-that I will not swoon that easily.”

If it wasn’t for those lust filled eyes, Andrei would have thought she was being serious. But the mere tone of her voice, the way her body fidgeted under him, watching those full lips pursing, all betrayed her desire.

The man chuckled more, making the naga gasp as he slipped his fingers into her, feeling her walls clamp down around him tightly but not unyielding. “Oh, so it is a challenge then? And as a knight of Her Royal Army, I cannot turn down a challenge.” He rumbled pleasantly as he leaned forward, his forehead to hers and stared deeply into those reptilian eyes. “Especially, if it is to please a lovely woman.”

He felt the girl’s body quiver under him, Seris making a loving coo as her expression melted away. That powerful tail was wrapping around his waist in an odd hug, the girl’s eyes fluttering close and her head leaning back with a moan, a sign for him to continue. The human smiled and kissed her neck, feeling her tense up with a whimper as he once more went to her chest. He hovered his mouth over the snaky nipple, blowing cool air on it to make the naga shuddered, before she cried out as he closed his lips around it. It felt, odd, in his mouth, unlike a human woman’s. However, as strange as it was, licking on this sensitive peak gave a good reward of feeling the snake woman writhe under him with a moan, fingers lacing through his hair. The sleek muscles around his fingers twitched and squirmed, silently begging him to touch her as deep as he could, to which he obliged happily, stroking and rubbing along the inner walls, earning him a more sensual moan from the girl.

“A-Andrei~” Seris ground her hips against the skillful hand, pressed the back of the man’s head down so he could pleasure her more.

The human smiled against the warm breast, gently nipping the sensitive flesh and making her gasp and shudder. He leaned back and gave the panting and moaning snake a sly smile. “Are you ready to concede defeat?”

The naga moaned but furrowed her brow, giving the human a lustful glare. “I-I’m not screaming yet.”

Andrei grinned, and earning him a groan in disappointment, eased his busy hand away from the now sopping flower, his finger drenched. The glare he got seemed to intensify, but her eyes slowly widened in intrigue when he started to lower down her body, before his face was just before the scaly petals. He gave the monster-girl an arched brow, before leaning down and giving her a deep kiss on the nether lips.

Seris cried out loudly at the sensations, her tail suddenly tightening around him as her back arched high, moaning.

The human chuckled and leaned back. “That sounded like a scr-”

Seris made a hiss, her tongue suddenly surging and pushed the man forward, his mouth once more on her snake-hood and silenced him. Andrei smiled, but nonetheless began to kiss the slick and sensitive flesh, his tongue dragging across it from top to bottom and back again. Above him, the naga panted heavily and moaned erotically, one hand gripping the human’s hair while the other gripped the pelt below her in a tight fist, her head thrown back and her chest heaving. As he licked and kissed the soft flesh, Andrei began to notice the scent she gave off. Heady and heavy, earthy and crisp. Her arousal invaded his senses, spurring him to kiss her deeply, until his tongue found purchase, easing into the hot sheath. It seemed enough for the poor snake, suddenly crying out in a moan, singing her release as taut muscle encircled his tongue and feminine juices graced his mouth. He groaned in approval that quickly became one in pain as the tail around his waist tightened and constricted., but he ignored it.

Slowly Seris came down from her heights, the tail lessening and her body lowering to the bed, panting heavily. Andrei eased away from her, looking as her blissful face as she recovered. He planted a soft kiss on her stomach, leaving a trail as he made his way up to her mouth, kissing her deeply. She responded in suit, moaning sensually as she hugged him close, her tail once more wrapping around him in an embrace.

“To the victor, goes the spoils,” Andrei smiled to the girl.

To this, Seris made another moan, her tail and arms tightening. “Y-yes, please~!”

The human chuckled, taking his stiff member in his hand, and hilted it into the writhing snake. His pace was purposely slow at first, to tease the girl, making her whine and wriggle against him, soon thrusting his hips at a steady speed, and finally giving it his all as he fucked the amorous monster-girl with gusto. The girl was completely at his mercy, holding onto him and singing her pleasure into his ear, coaxing him to push himself to the limits, faster and harder as he could.

Either by his own thoughts or the assistance of the drink addling his mind and body, Andrei briefly wondered if his life among the naga would not be as bad as he had thought it would, but the thought quickly faded at the sensations of warm, sleek muscles gripping him tightly, Seris moaning his name as her body quivered and tensed at her release.

And he had no qualms in happily giving her what she wanted, and came along with her, the name of his scaly lover exiting his mouth with a groan.

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>>19228

Regarding 'just about to wrap this story up', does that mean that this is the last part to this arc, or just /almost/ the last?

>>19231

Almost, really I got one more then to start up the next arc.

>>19228

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“Andrei, wake up,”

Soft, dark lips gently kissed as his forehead and his cheeks, a hand caressing his chest to stir him awake. With a low moan, the human did awake, his groggy eyes opening to gaze upon the ebony haired beauty above him. Her eyes were the color of spun gold, her skin kissed by the sun and giving her an exotic hue. She kissed him, washing away the tiredness from his eyes and body.

But, too quickly was it brought to a head, and a throb was announced in his head, making him groan. It has been forever since he last woke up with a hangover. A gourd was brought to him, sloshing it’s contents as he graciously accepted it, drinking the spiritual milk, the pain ebbing. All the while the tanned goddess planted chaste kisses on his cheeks and face, serving to further ease the pain away as energy began to course through him.

“Morning,” Seris smiled, hugging him in a full bodied embrace.

“Morning,” Andrei smiled as well.

“Feeling better?” She asked.

The man took another heavy gulp of the milk and sighed contently. “Yes, thank you.”

“I’m sorry to wake you up,” This time, the smile faded and a frown was formed, the girl’s tone saddened.

“Is something wrong?” Andrei picked it up quickly, setting the now empty gourd down to wrap his arms around the snake.

“Not really, no. I just wished I could have slept in with you,” The girl muttered. It was then, Andrei noticed that it was early morning, the sun now starting to rise as oppose to his usual morning with Seris. “But, duty calls,” She gave the human a smile, chuckling softly. “I need to help get rid of some pests.”

“Pests?” Andrei asked.

“Goblins have been sighted close by, a group of them. Usually not that troublesome but they can get quite rowdy, and the last thing we need is a bunch of them stomping through here and making a mess.” The monster-girl mumbled.

Andrei have heard of the goblins, and have seen a few of them. They were tiny creatures, very human like except of their oddly colored pale skin, pointed ears, and horns on their head. They are mischievous monsters with a liking to tricks and pranks, but also quite strong despite their small stature. He’s seen one of them have a childish tempter tantrum once and easily flipped over a cart packed with heavy supplies, and there was another one that came by the city every now and then that was a shrewd merchant. Particularly harmless since they keep to themselves in the mountains and sometimes even the smaller human settlements, but he supposed they were a bigger problem on this monster woman controlled island.

With a sad sigh, Seris untangled herself from the human man, slithering off the bed and retrieving her spear close by. “Come, I’ll take you back to the pens.”

Andrei nodded and climbed out of the bed, stumbling a little as his legs were still recovering from last night’s sexual marathon. He was once more lead through the village, and this time he noticed that the square was filled with naga, all of them prepping to wither hunt down or chase away the goblins. He also saw that some of them, to his surprise, were actually tying crude looking layers of thick leather to their chests to act as armor. But, nonetheless he was escorted to the pens, were his men awaited for him. Once the gate was closed, he looked to the others, seeing some of them now waking up and taking interest in the activity in the village.

“What’s all the hubbub?” One man questioned.

“Goblins, apparently,” Andrei answered him, noticing that their breakfast was already there waiting. As he knelt down to split the fruits and meat between the others, one of the men knelt down next to him, his brow arched.

“Goblins? Here?” He asked.

“A group was spotted, the nagas are going to chase them off.” Andrei stated, with was good enough for the man as he helped separate the food. The knight held one of those large red fruits in his hand and turned to give it to Marcus, suddenly realizing the young man was not present. “Wait, where is Marcus?”

“He hasn’t came back yet.” Franco announced his presence, sitting cross legged and getting his food. “All of us are here, except him.”

Andrei nodded his head and returned splitting the food, curious if something happened to the young man. Seeing Marcus’s rations aside, the other men sat down and idly chatted among themselves, but before long a question was brought up that quickly changed the conversations.

“When are we getting out of here?” Deacon has asked.

With the eyes of his men on him, Andrei began to ponder. “Seris seems to enjoy her nightly visits, so it may be difficult to determine when. However, right now, with the goblins getting the naga’s attention, their primary strength is dwindled. I saw all the hunters, or at least I think they were the hunters, there were plenty of them, they were all getting ready to go after the goblins.” He then looked up to Franco. “Is the key hidden?”

Grinning, the man stood up and walked over to where the rocks were situated, kneeling down to a patch of dusty ground and pushed it aside, picking up the hidden key that was there. “Oui. They haven’t found it yet.” He replaced the key and returned to the others.

Andrei nodded his head, looking over towards the village. “I’m not leaving without Marcus, so once he returns we can determine our escape.” He then looked back to his men. “But I want you all to get prepared. Eat up, tell the Landorians, and when the time comes, we’ll run for it.”

One of the men looked over his shoulder towards the cage of the dark skinned pirates, seeing some of them still sleeping but at least two of them up and eating. He then looked back to his current superior, his voice dropping low. “We could just leave them. We were suppose to capture them in the first place.”

Though, Andrei wouldn’t mind that plan, he solemnly shook his head. “Though I still hate how they helped Marcus get the key, there’s still the threat that they would cause a ruckus if we try to leave them. I want to do this quietly and quickly.” He then furrowed his eyes towards the pirate, seeing Barossa still sleeping among them. “However, once we get the chance, I’m not letting them get away that easy. It’s because of them we are here, and by Gods I’m going to finish the damned mission.” The others nodded in agreement.

Franco, cautiously, brought up something that didn’t occur to the others. “What if… the ship is gone? We’ve been on this island for almost two weeks, and we spent half that time in this cage.”

“They’ll send reinforcements, they won‘t leave us to an unknown fate.” Andrei had a determined look on his face as he looked around to his men. “We escape, stick to the beaches, hide ourselves until the ship comes. Then get the hell out of here and never speak of what happened to anyone. We’re hunters and survivalists, the best the army has. If we can survive months in the jungles of Landora by ourselves, we can survive just a little while in hiding.”

Collectively, the men nodded. Now, all there was left to do, was wait for the right moment.

~*~

Once the meal was finished, Andrei mentally prepared himself, while the others did the same. The Landorians were woken up and told of the plan, they themselves finishing up their food as well. Finally, sitting down next to the bars of the cage, Andrei found himself sitting side by side with Barossa, the larger man giving him an odd look.

“Why are we still here? The time is perfect; we can leave now!” The man grumbled.

Andrei gave the pirate a glare. “I’m not leaving without Marcus.”

Barossa grumbled more. “Leave the damn boy. He can be the distraction.”

“I would wait if it was you who was still gone,” The Furian knight intensified his glare. “I’m not leaving him to these women.”

The dark skinned man huffed and looked away, going silent for only a few moments. “You called them women, not monsters.”

Andrei didn’t even realize it. “They are monsters, but they are also women. Despite what they are, they didn’t cause us any great harm, so I wish to leave silently and without any trouble.”

“Harm?” The pirate now glared at him, gnashing his teeth. “They sold your friends and mine like they were slaves!” With a sudden jab, Andrei yelped in pain as a broad finger pressed into his covered side, right on his wound. “Look what they did to you! Stripped you and made you run in desert heat! Damn snake got in your head!”

Still rubbing the spot, Andrei scowled at the man. “It doesn’t matter now. We have the key; we’ll say when we leave. And we say, not until Marcus comes back.”

Barossa made a deep growl. “Every moment we wait for the stupid boy is a moment wasted getting out! If it wasn’t for me knocking sense in him, he wouldn’t have gotten the fucking key!”

Andrei now bore his teeth at the man, standing up and flexing his fist. “You beat him senseless, you barbarian!”

Barossa now stood up and sized the Furian, his arms tense and ready. Before he could say a word, however, one his men came up from behind him and covered his mouth, pulling him back. Surprisingly, Franco had done the same with Andrei, the two men now flailing against the others, before a sharp whisper came from one the other knights. “Shut up! It’s Marcus,”

Hearing this, Andrei stopped and looked over towards the village, Franco letting him go. Indeed, they could see the young man walking towards them, the massive Hel slithering behind him. Marcus didn’t see that bad, nothing out of the ordinary, save for him holding a gourd to his chest. The pens quieted down as the gate was opened, the young man stepping in. He took a sip from his gourd as the gate closed behind him, looking back at the departing Hel with a far-away look in his eyes.

“About fucking time,” Barossa mumbled from his cage, giving the man who pulled him back a death glare, muttering in his language at him.

“Marcus, you were gone for a long time,” Deacon stated to the young man.

Marcus nodded his head, and finished off the gourd he had, showing he had a milky mustache on his upper lip. “Y-yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’ve actually been up a while, but Hel was still asleep and… well, I could hardly move.”

The other nodded, Andrei approaching the young man. “Eat quickly, we’re leaving now.”

The young recruit’s eyes widen in surprise. “A-already? Now?”

“Most of the hunters are gone; they went to chase off some goblins.” Franco explained, “If there ever was a time to try to escape, now’s the time.”

Shakily, Marcus nodded his head and went to where his food was setting, simple grabbing one of the large red fruits he liked and cracking it open, hungrily eating down the jewel like seeds. In matter of moments, the young man tossed away the rinds and stood up, nodding his head.

Andrei turned and looked around, seeing everyone was prepared. “We make for the jungle, try to find our way to the beaches, understand?” Everyone nodded.

The knight took a few deep breaths, staring off into the village, before he turned. “Franco, open the gate.”

With a click, the gate was opened, and with another click, so was the other, and all at once the air was filled with the sound of feet rushing towards the closest forest. Andrei kept his eyes over towards the village, keeping an eye out for any naga. It wasn’t until the Landorians, the faster runners, were pushing their way through the foliage, did they hear the loud terrible shrike.

“Don’t look back! Run!” Andrei yelled out, and the men all focused their eyes forward as they broke through the trees. He had no idea where they were heading, where the beaches were, but what he did know was that he could hear the increasing sounds of scales brushing across grass rapidly, the sound of a low hiss drawing closer and closer. Then there was that shrike once more. The pain struck his head powerful, making him stagger slightly, but he kept running. Behind, he heard a yelp, looking over his shoulders in time to see one of his men was suddenly down on the ground, a tail quickly ensnaring and constricting around him before the scene disappeared behind a bush.

The shrike must have been effective enough, for he could hear other cries responding, echoing in the distance though he has no idea where. All he did know was that he had to keep his eyes forward, locking n the back of Barossa’s head as he ran ahead. The distinctive sounds of something large rushing through the bushes can be heard all around, and in no less then a second there was another yelp from behind Andrei. He was only able to catch of glimpse of Franco’s shaggy blond head as he was quickly dragged into the forest, cursing up a storm as he was once more carried away. In front, there was another shout, Barossa slowing down to quickly dart in another direction. Without the larger man in the away, the Furian knight could see one of the Landorian pirates entrapped in a copper scaled tail, his capturer hiss down at him as she forced him to the ground.

But, then, she looked in Andrei’s direction, her yellow eyes growing wide. It was Seris. She stared at Andrei on a mixture of confusion and shock, before slowly her features went grim and dark, her brown wrinkling as her face went red. It was no doubt the angriest look Andrei has ever seen in his life. But he didn’t dwell on it for long, turning and following Barossa deeper into the woods.

Behind him, he could hear a loud and anguished cry, one that gripped him deep to the bones and in his heart, nearly making him stumble at the sudden magically enhanced scream.

“ANDREI!!”

The man shook his head clear of the fuzzy mire that tried to cripple him, and too soon could he felt his heart wretch. Not by the attack, but by the look he gotten, those wide and confused eyes. He grumbled to himself as he ran, looking over his shoulder to see the naga not giving chase. “I’m sorry.”

In the panic, Andrei noticed now there was only three men left still running. Barossa was still leading, bobbing and weaving around trees and bushes and rocks, while Andrei followed close behind, matching the man’s movements. Behind him, Marcus was not as successful at the athletic dodges, but was able to keep up pace with the two more athletic men. Finally, with the sounds of men yelling fading behind them, the three slowly lessened their running, panting heavily. Coming to a stop, the pirate leaned against he tree and wiped the sweat from his brow, looking to see who was still with him.

“That’s…fucked up…” He panted.

“What… do you…mean?” Andrei responded, equally as breathless.

“That magic…that speed…” Barossa gulped, looking in the direction where they lost the naga. “None of the snaky-women back home have that.”

“W-we cant stop now!” Marcus groaned, looking to the pirate. “Do you know where the sea is?”

The dark skinned man looked around, trying to find his bearings. “Close, I think,” A distant cry was heard, the three men looking in the direction they came. “But they’ll be here soon.”

“We can’t outrun them,” Andrei muttered, looking around. “We need to find someplace to hide, wait until night then make for the ocean.”

“Or…” The Landorian turned to the other two men.

“Or?” Marcus asked.

Without warning, the larger man swung his fist, knocking Andrei off his feet and onto the ground with an ‘oof’. He then turned to the smaller Marcus, grabbed the boy and bringing him closer, an evil sneer forming on his face. “Payback, little boy,” And reared his leg back.

Andrei was still dazed from the punch, his chin sore, but then he heard the obscene sound of bones snapping, a loud and pained scream filling the air. Scrambling to his feet, he stood up just in time to see the pirate disappear into the forest. He was about to give chase, fury boiling his blood, but was stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of more pain filled yelling. He turned, seeing Marcus lying on the ground, and quickly ran to the young man’s side.

“F-fuck!” The young recruit groaned, tears staining his cheeks. Andrei looked down, and nearly recoiled at the sickly sight of the young man’s right leg bent in and unnatural way, the white of bone jutting out of the skin as blood began to pour.

“Oh Gods,” Andrei had no idea what to do, looking around in a panic. He could hear something shuffling through the bushes and trees, something heading in his direction. He looked back down at Marcus, and taking a deep breath, grabbed his arm. “Come on, we got to go!” He lifted the young man effortlessly off the ground, slinging his arm around his neck to support him. The young man screamed in pain, his whole body shaking violently. “I know it hurts, but we got to move!” He tried to run with the recruit, tried to get far, but the added weight slowed him down, Marcus trying his best to hobble. The sounds were getting closer, and in now time at all they will be on him to drag him back. He would be punished severely, and he did not want to face Seris after this.

Finally, the young man put his other hand to Andrei’s chest, panted in pain. “A-Andrei, you have to leave me.”

“What?! I’m not leave you behind!” The man shouted. “Who knows that they’ll do to you!”

“But I’m only slowing you down!” Marcus suddenly became dead weight, making Andrei lean until finally he dropped the boy to the ground, making hum grunt but biting his lip to keep form screaming in pain. “Y-you got to get out of here, get back to the ship, and go home!”

Andrei knelt down to the young man, his arms shaking. “I can’t just leave you.”

“You’re faster then me, faster then anyone. You can outrun them, but not with me holding you back.” A distant shrike was heard, causing the two men to look in its direction. “There’s no time! Get back to Furis and tell them what happened, send help. Please, you got to go!”

Andrei stared there huffing, looking back and forth from the injured knight to the advancing sounds, fighting an inner conflict. Finally, the knight took the young man’s hand in a tight grip, his face determined. “I swear on the Holy Mother, I will come back for you.” And with that, he turned and ran. He wanted to follow Barossa, but went against it, heading in another direction. If he came across that man, he won’t hesitate to kill him.

~*~

Marcus rolled onto his back with a pain groan, staring up into the canopy of the jungle. He never said anything to any of his men, to anyone at all. He didn’t want to believe it, but it all came back as the same conclusion. He mumbled, his eyes closing as he shuddered a sob. “No, Andrei… you won’t…”

The sounds of scaly coils bushing across foliage was heard, and a shadow loomed over the supine young man. Cautiously, he opened his eyes, looking up at the massive figure that hung over him. Yellow eyes glared down at him in sharp points, a low growl brewing in their chest as they gripping their spear in a tight fist.

Marcus whimpered at the naga, feeling more tears stream down his face. “I-I’m sorry, Hel… I-I didn’t mean too.”

Hel did not answer the young man, only hissed lowly before reaching down, taking him in her arms, and carried him away.

~*~

Fire burned in his lung as he ran. His feet became sore quickly, navigating through the unfamiliar terrain, onto sharp branches and rough rocks, but he still ran. The sounds were all but gone now, the shrikes of the naga echoing in the distance as they hunted him down. He ran and ran, until finally he couldn’t run anymore. His legs buckled as exhaustion slowly took him, making him stumble into a small clearing. He walked to a tree in the center of this clearing and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t keep this up, not forever. They were hot on his trail, and sooner or later, they’ll find him.

He groaned as he lied his head against the rough bark of the tree. He kept thinking to himself that this was just a terrible idea. They were outnumbered, weaponless, and he had to trust those damn pirates. He berated himself over it. He should have known they would only care for themselves once those gates were opened, yet he trusted them. Were any of his men still free? Was he the only one? Slowly, his thoughts left his men, to Seris.

The look she gave him, those confused eyes, searching for an answer. Then the fury, the unbridled, ungodly anger. He was sure that when she gets a hold on him, she will tighten and squeeze ands strangle him to death. And, in the back of his head, he realized he may have deserved it. It wasn’t until he was out and free, did he realize that maybe he was better off in the cage. Sure it was stuffy, sometimes smelled of filth, but he was fed well, and, despite their monstrous appearance, the naga did treat him (mostly) well. What in the world possessed him to escape? Wanting to get back home? Wanting to be in civilization? He didn’t know. What he did know, however, was it was a bad decision to try to escape. His men, when caught, are going to face serious punishment, though he didn’t know it what form, but he knew it was going to happen. He made everything worse for them, with this cockamamie plan. He shouldn’t have just stayed and waited.

With a sigh, he stood up straight, looking around. There was nothing left to do now, but try to find his way to the ocean, and stick to his original plan. Though, now alone, he realized it may not succeed. Already he could hear the echoing cries coming closer, possibly on his trail now. Flexing his fist and taking a deep breath, he turned in a direction, and started to-.

A sound was in his ear. Soft, barely noticeable. It was the sound of high pitched giggling. He quickly turned, and something struck him hard in the head, and in an instant, he blacked out.

~*~

The human fell to the ground with a thump, and with an even louder giggle, his assailant dropped down from the tree he was against, wielding a weighty club in their tiny hand. It looked down at the man, giving him soft pokes in his back and face. The bushes rustled, as more of the creatures came out, all of them clamoring around the prone and unconscious human. They all muttered to themselves, happy of their new catch as they poked and prodded him, feeling his cropped hair and mischievously patting his exposed rear. A sound of a naga shirking in the distance distracted them, and with a collective huff, they all lifted the man over their heads like he was weightless, giggling manically as they carried him off into the forest, already planning on what to do with their new toy.


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To Be Continued…
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And with that, the first arc of this series is done. I felt this one was kinda rushed again, but then again it may been since I kinda forced myself to finish, because a family member came to me and pretty much said 'here, play this with me'. Now I'm kinda hooked on finishing up "The Last Of Us."

I've already started working on the next arc, but in all honesty it may be a little while before I can post it. And at the same time I'm still stuck on what exactly I should call this series.

I can't think of one.

But, anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it.

>>19246

Escaped from the naga, only to run right into the goblins, while the rest of his men were recaptured almost immediately(which shouldn't have been surprising at all considering how easily they were beaten in the first battle) and are now going to be kept even more securely locked up, never trusted again, and likely treated much less cordially... yeah, he really didn't think that one through very well.

An excellent first arc to the story, with a good cliffhanger for the next arc.

Far as names, rather cliche but perhaps 'Unfamiliar lands' or 'The lost country'?

>>19248
Ya'know, I like the sound of "The Lost Country". I'll take that, thank you!

Oh, by the way, I just got finished with playing The Last of Us, and now I'm totally focused on the next arc. I think it's not going to be as long as the first one, but it will continue Andrei's journey through the monster-girl controlled island.

And, I decided to start it off with a bit of a cameo. Any way, I'll post the first part of the next arc of "The Lost Country" (I love that title, thanks again!) later this evening, maybe around dinner for me.

>>19271

Glad you like the name idea, and even gladder that the next part should be up soon, I look forward to reading it.

He was lost in the darkness, cradled in silence and warmth. His consciousness danced from the realm of sleep to that of the waking, though he refused to fully leave the slumber, far too content in his peaceful darkness. Then, he felt a soft poke on his cheek, the sounds of light giggling. He ignored it, only to have it happen once more, making him grumble and roll onto his side, pulling his quilt close to him. There was another poke, this one making the comforting mire ebb slightly as he became aware of a teeny voice.

“I think he’s waking up,” It said, followed by another poke to the cheek. There was a second, equally as small voice giggling. A few more pokes, and finally he grunted, rolling back onto his back. He was awake now, but he was pretending to sleep. “It’s not working.” Then he could feel the bed shift gently as a light weight was pressed on it, feeling the tiny body crawling up to be next to him, giving him another poke. “Daddy?”

Now, he attacked. He opened his eyes wide as he lashed forward, wrapping his arms around the smaller creature and bringing it close in a hug as he growled playfully, his catch now squealing as they flailing in surprise. With another squeal, the other creatures jumped up on the bed, hugging onto him and pushed him down, the three now tussling. He was outmatched as he tried to pin them down, only to have them both hold him down as they giggled and laughed. He tried to distract them with merciless tickles, fingers dancing on her sides and arms and backs.

Finally he was defeated, falling on his back as the two lied on his chest, panting and giggling.

“Morning daddy!” One of them beamed.

He smiled, and gave the little girl’s snow white head a kiss. “Morning, Mable.”

“Morning!” Said the other.

He kissed their peach colored hair. “Morning…” He stopped and gently took the little girl’s chin, looking down at her with pursed lips. “Isabella?”

The little girl giggled. “Missy!”

He smiled, kissing her once more. “Sorry, Missy.” He stretched as the two little girls climbed off him, looking over at the window to see it was early morning. He then looked down next to him, to see his bed was greatly empty. “Where’s your mom?”

“Breakfast!” Missy chirped.

He nodded his head, rubbing his neck with a great yawn. He could hear the house bustling with activity, voices talking and some laughing. And then the smell got to him. It was an oddity seeing that something like this didn’t wake him up sooner, taking deep breaths of the air. “Smells like mom is cooking up something good.”

“Pancakes!” The two girls sang, climbing out of the bed as they rushed to the door. “Hurry up!”

He laughed, waving his hands to them. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” And with the two girls gone, breathed a heavy sigh, once more stretching. Grunted, he stood up and went to his dresser, getting some comfortable clothes out and getting dressed, and went to the mirror on his wall. A scraggly visage reflected back, a man in his late thirties with thick brown hair and a beard on his face. He contemplated about shaving it off numerous times, but the wives seemed to love it, so he never bothered with it, letting grow as thick as his hair. He still kept some of his youth, his face not yet bearing the weathered scars of wrinkles. Though he could see them there in the corner of his eyes, but he didn’t mind it. He heard clamoring from deeper in the home, sighing as he tried his best to straighten his bedraggled head, and left the room.

How long has it been, since he first came to this place? Felt like an eternity. He often wondered what his life would be like if he didn’t come to this strange land, or rather, marooned here. How he got here still remains a mystery, but he learned long ago not to question things in this world. There were things here that would be considered mythical or just fantasy in his world. Magic, was a big one. Even now the concept still boggles his mind. Another big factor was down the stairs, and to the left, and in the kitchen.

And the moment he entered, he was greeted with a choir of “Good morning daddy!”

He smiled at the sight before him. A long table was what mostly dominated the room, covered with plates and chairs and bright eyed faces looking up at him. Lined up on both sides of the table were a number of little girls ranging from different ages, each of them possessing curious traits inherited by their mother. He walked in, and as per his usual morning ritual, greeted every one of them with a kiss on the head.

Each head he passed had a color that wasn’t necessarily normal on a regular person. Yellowish, white, white, yellow, white, yellow, yellow, white, yellow, white, yellow, brown… He stopped at the break in color, tussling their shaggy hair playfully, making them squirm under his touch. Once he did his lap around the table, he went to the stove, where he saw her. The woman there hummed a tune to herself, her shapely backside swaying as she cooked. He went up behind them, hugging the plump and warm body close to him, kissing the back of their neck.

The woman stopped and jumped slightly, but quickly relaxed under the touch, looking over to him with a bright smile on her face. “Good morning, sweetie~.”

He inhaled the brisk scent that came off of her, only enhanced with the aroma of pancakes, making him rumbling pleasantly that made her giggle. “Good morning. You let me sleep in again.”

She giggled softly, returning to the frying pan before her and flipping over the pancake. “You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to disturb you.” Setting down her spatula, she fully turned to the man, taking him in a close hug and kissing him deeply. “Breakfast is almost ready, call in the rest.”

He smiled, returning the hug and kiss. “I’ll do that. Abby’s in the nursery, right?” She nodded. “Okay then.” With some reluctance he released his wife, leaving the kitchen. He mused at the home, how at one point it was just a small hut with one room, but as the years went by he built it up to better fit his ever growing family. He wondered with some amusement if it kept growing, soon he’ll be living in his own personal manor out in the middle of the forest. Across the hall from the kitchen was the nursery, where at one point it had a couple of cribs filled with crying children. Now, thankfully, it only had its one occupant, who was busing having her own breakfast right now.

Sitting in the corner, in a comfortable rocking chair, another woman sat, holding a tiny infant closer to her as she nursed her, the baby nosily drinking from the plentiful breast. She looked up when the door opened, smiling brightly when she saw him walk in.

“Good morning, darling~.” Her voice was like music, kept low as not to disturb the baby.

He smiled back, walking up to her and giving her kiss. “Good morning. How are you feeling today?”

She positively glowed with a smile, one of her hand idly rubbing the growing swell in her stomach. “She woke me up. She’s moving around quite a bit today.”

Gingerly, he reached down to join her hand in rubbing the larger body, gently setting his head against the warmth. He could feel the life stirring inside, and it made his heart swell. “Good morning, little one.”

“Gertrude comes to mind.” His wife smiled down at her man. “Don’t you think so?”

“Gertrude,” He tested the name, planting a soft kiss on his wife’s belly. “I like it.” He mind was interrupted by the tiny infant still in her arms, fidgeting slightly as it finished her meal. He smiled, gently taking the child in his arms, rocking her softly. “Ooh, my little piglet. Hello, hello, how are you?” The baby quieted down, being lulled to sleep by the combination of a full tummy and the gentle movements. With the baby now sleeping, he carefully sat her down in her crib, just as his wife walked up behind him and gave him a close hug.

“Our little family keeps getting bigger and bigger.” She cooed, planting soft kisses on his cheek.

He chuckled and returned them. “Pretty soon, we may need to clear out some of the woods to expand the farm.” She giggled, holding her husband close for a while, before breaking off. “Breakfast is about ready, by the way.”

“Oh, good, I’m famished!” She beamed, heading to the door with him close behind. She looked over to him, before entering the kitchen. “Feely and Daisy should be outside.”

“I’ll get them,” He smiled and turned, heading for the front door. A lush garden of flowers greeted him as he exited the home, taking deep breaths of the fresh morning air and the aroma. His eyes then fell upon a shape among them, a person kneeling down and tending to the weeds. “Daisy,”

The young woman stood up at the sound of her name, turning to the man with a growing smile. “Morning daddy!”

He once more took her in. She was a beautiful thing, taller then what he was by a few inches, her face very feminine and her voice soft. Her skin was a milky pale, and her body filled out well, her hips round and full, just as her large bust strained in the overalls she wore. Her hair was a long and snowy white, tied together in a braid, accented by a bright red bow at the end. But then, he looked at the curious traits she possessed, traits she inherited from her mother. Once more, someone like her really didn’t exist in his world, only in fantasy stories or in myth. But she was very real to him. Among her snowy hair, on the sides of her head, a pair of curving ivory horns grew. Her ears weren’t like a human’s, instead being wide and large and covered with white fuzz, twitching cutely every now and then. Her legs were not like a human’s either, bent oddly and ending not in feet, but a pair of hooves, her legs from the waist down was covered in a fuzzy layer of white fur. Behind her swaying was a long furry tail that ended in large bristles. This young woman had some bovine like traits to her.

She was called a holstaurus in this world, a strange creature that was part human and part cow. Her large breasts were filled with milk, jiggling as she approached him, giving him a tight hug. Some might think her as a monster, but to him, she was his baby, his daughter.

“Morning,” He murmured, returning the big hug. “Sorry about sleeping in, your mom wanted me to.”

Daisy giggled and waved it off. “Oh, it’s not trouble. Feely and I have been taking it easy.”

He smiled to the young bovine. “Well, breakfast is about ready, so go ahead in and eat.” He then looked around the farm, looking to where the fields are and then to where the barn is, not seeing anyone else out here. “Where is your sister?”

Daisy was about to say, but quickly stopped herself, her cheeks going red. “S-she’s around here somewhere, I’m sure.”

He arched his brow at her, already knowing something was up. “Where?” The curvy cowgirl stammered with her words, and pointed in the direction of the barn. He looked in that direction, already knowing what the answer was, sighing heavily. “Again?”

“I-it’s eating her up, pretty bad.” Daisy mumbled some. “A-and, this morning, I…” Her face went red.

This caused both his brows to rise. “You too?” She only mumbled, her face going redder as she fidgeted in her spot. He could smell it, coming off the girl in waves, and it made his heart both race and hurt, as he tried to ignore it and shaking his head clear of it. “Go eat, I’ll get her.”

Daisy nodded her head and went into the house, leaving him to making his way to the barn. As he drew closer, he could hear it. Stifled, but evident, the heavy breathing come from within. He stopped at the door, standing there as he listened to the sounds. Someone inside was breathing heavily, groaning every now and then. Gulping, he looked around the corner and into the barn, into the dark corner of the building. The young woman leaned forward, one hand pressed firmly against the wall, her thick legs parted while her other hand was busy between them.

Like her sister, this woman was not exactly a human. However, not like her sister, she did not have the bovine qualities to her. She was tall in stature but plump in frame, her thighs and hips rounded, her bottom filling the cloth skirt rather well, and her breast great and rounded, though not as big as her sister’s. Her skin was a darker shade then Daisy’s having a distinct pinkish hue to them, though now slightly red at the moment. Her hair was cut short, having a peach color to it. She had normal feet, but her ears were larger and fleshy and floppy, a long curling tail low on the small of her back.

In this world, she was known as an orc, being part pig rather part cow. In his world, an orc was usually portrayed as a large beastly and ugly man, a barbarian that could kill anyone without warning. Here, however, they were gentler, though still fierce, and not at all beastly or ugly. Like her mother, this young woman had a very cute and round face, soft spoken with her words, though now the sounds that came out of her were otherwise.

Between the young orc’s thighs was a constant stream of fluids, fingers working tirelessly to tease and stoke the plump folds, inciting pleasurable but stifled sounds from the girl. He tried not to watch as his daughter masturbated, but it pained him to know it was happening. He was warned, long ago by his wives, that a day like this will come in their lives. Where whatever magic was placed on them long ago would slowly cause them to hunger the touch of a man, their bodies screaming out to be filled with seed and be impregnated. No man had to deal with this with their daughters in his world, but here it was all too common.

Normally, the orc would keep her mind and body focused on working on the farm, to exhaust herself through hard labor or playing with her many little sisters. But it only served as a temporary fix. Soon sexual frustrations would build, their desires growing too strong, and they needed relief. It started out when they were younger, reaching that age where they can breed, but their love for their family has kept them on the farm, rather going out to find a way to scratch that eternal itch that haunted them.

If it wasn’t taboo, he would help her. But, it wasn’t that such incestuous relations were not uncommon in this world. In fact, his wives had used him to educate their children when it came to such things. But, it was because of this same curse that gave them this incurable lust that a father cannot impregnate a daughter, no matter how hard they tired. Even the mere act of sex, didn’t quell the fire within. The poor girl needed another man to help her, and it pained him that he was unable to help her.

So, waiting, he simply watched has his daughter played with herself, fingers pumping in and out rapidly as she tried to ebb the fires of desire inside her, to try to tame the beast within. He didn’t know how long she was at it, but soon her movements became jerkier, her back arching as she started to pant louder, her groans coming out not as restrained. Finally, the girl bit on her lip and her body shuddered, her juices flowing down her leg in torrents as she brought herself to orgasm. Her plump body became taut, her legs quivering as she slowly came down from her pleasurable high, gently falling to her knees with a huff as she caught her breath.

Now, he fully entered the barn and walked up to her, and she looked up to him with a red face, nervously looking away when she noticed him. “H-hi, dad.”

He gently brushed her hair, his voice low. “Hey, Feely. Feeling better?” She nodded her head. They remained silent for a few moments, before he spoke up. “You know what I’m going to say next, huh?”

“You need me here,” Feely looked up to him, her green eyes bright and hazy. “You can’t run the farm by yourself.”

He chuckled at the girl. “I have Daisy, and your moms, and the other girls. I think we can manage without you for a little while.”

Feely muttered to herself, looking away for a few moments before looking back. “W-what about Daisy?”

He thought on this for only a moment. “Take her with you. Go to that camp over the mountain, see what you can fine.” He then knelt down to the girl, giving her a tight hug and gently kissing her head. “I’m worried about you, Feely. And though it pains me to say it…you need to get laid.”

The girl suddenly burst out in laughter, returning the hug as they laughed. They quieted down soon, Feely standing up and looking down at her father. “O-okay, I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Now, come on, breakfast is ready.” He led his daughter out of the barn, the girl quickly making sure she looked presentable, and the two of them returned to the house. As they entered the kitchen, the table was filled with plates stacked with pancakes, all the girls eagerly waiting for him to return so they could eat. Gathered at the table, the family began their breakfast, all of them talking about the day.

“Actually,” Daisy spoke up, “What little there needed to be done, me and Feely already got.” Feely nodded her head in confirmation.

“So,” The father rubbed his chin in thought. “We have a free day?”

To this, all of the children looked to their father with bright eyed expectations. Usually a free day would mean a family game day, usually a game their dad made up (Or rather one that his people played back in his world). He looked to one wife to his left, then looked to the other on his right, thinking.

“So, does anyone have an idea on what to do today?” He asked. His answer was a series of excited chatter. He raised his hands to quiet them down. “Okay, okay, easy now. Abby, Tipi? What do you think?” He looked to his two wives.

The two buxom women thought, smiling to their husband. “I think,” Abigail started. “A picnic sounds nice.”

“Maybe go to the beach?” Tipi suggested.

He thought on this, brushing his chin. “A picnic sounds like a good idea. Hmm… how about, the lake? Where the field is?” His two wives agreed, the little children cheering their happiness, and he pushed his empty plate to the side. “Alrighty then, Daisy, Feely, get everyone washed up while we take care of the dishes.” With that, the sounds of rushing feet and hooves were announced as a wave of little girls ran out of the kitchen. He stood up and started to gather the plates, before he caught a shock of brown in the corner of his eyes trying to sneak out. “Junior, not you.” They sighed heavily.

The little girl was considered the black sheep of the family, being so different than the others. It came as a great surprise when she was born, raising a lot of questions for the man that his wife was more than happy to explain. Mimi, or Junior she was often called, was a one out of ten shot, when it came to holstaurus pregnancies, and her birth was a sign of good luck to Abigail.

She did not have the snowy white hair like her mother or her sisters, rather she takes more closely to her father with thick shaggy brown hair. She had the common traits of a holstaurus, with the hoofed feet and fur covered legs and cow like tail, but unlike her sisters she matured much more differently. At a young age, holstaurus girls begin to make milk, making them have small sized busts even as young a seven years. Other traits, such as their horns or the rest of their bodies, develop as they mature. Mimi, however, was much different. Her legs were already thick with muscles, even as young as she was, and already a great set of curving hors were sprouting from her brow. Milk wise, she just started not too long ago, and already has small noticeable swells on her chest, unlike her sisters who already sport decently sized cups unfitting for a human girl but very common for a holstaurus.

When he questioned why Mimi was born differently, Abigail explained. It was over a thousand years ago, that these creatures, these orcs and holstaurus and so many others similar to them all over this world, once had males. There were once male orcs, and so on and so forth. But something had happened, a curse that changed all that. It was the same curse that gave them their animalistic lust. It got rid of all the males, made them all female. Now, in order to reproduce, these newly changed creatures must turn to human men for children. Some try to court men, but there are others that will take what they want by force. Rape is common among them. However, back in those days, the holstaurus didn’t have males, rather what they had were male counterparts, creatures who were once consider the epitome of masculinity, large is size and with strong muscular bodies. They had the common traits of the holstaurus, with the bovine limbs.

They were called the minotaurs, half men half bull. Very aggressive, he was told, but also very protective of things they cared for, like their family. When this curse happened, these very manly creatures became quite feminine, and in shame they all vanished in the mountains, only to resurface many years later when their numbers dwindled. Because in actuality, a minotaur was considered a male holstaurus, the holstaurus, even to this day, have the ability to birth a minotaur, but strictly by chance.

And so, Mimi came to this world. Affectionately called Junior, because it was the closest thing to a son the man will ever get, the small girl was no doubt very boyish at times. She liked to play rough, didn’t care much for dolls like her sisters did, and like her ancestors she was quite aggressive at times. He loved her, none the less.

The girl made a low huff, and looked over to her father, her lips pursed. He had his hands on his hips, before gesturing to the dirty table. “Go on.” With a grumble, little Mimi started to gather up the dishes, taking them to the water basin to wash them up. He turned to his two wives, smiling. “I got them; you go ahead and get ready.” They said their okays and each giving him a kiss, leaving him alone with the mumbling child.

Junior had that habit of playing too rough with the other girls and also roaming off when she knows she was suppose to stay within the homestead unless she was with someone older to watch over her. Her punishment was to wash the soiled plates while her father was there to dry them and put them away.

“Good morning, Mimi,” He said to the little girl. His answer was a mumble. He dried some of the plates and put them in the right cupboard, returning to her. “How are you today?” Another mumble. “Excited about the picnic?” Mumble. He watched as the little girl fidgeted under his gaze, her cheeks turning pink but a scowl on her face. He knelt down next to her. “Mimi, is something wrong?”

He larger hooves clopped slightly as she shifted, looking up to her dad. “N-nothing... J-just…”

“Hot?” He cautioned. His answer was a nod, making him sigh and rub his brow. “Ooh boy, not you too…” He was also warned about this too, when Mimi was born. Most of these monster-women in this world reach a certain age before they can breed and before these strange desires get to them. However, with Mimi and her kind, that age was a little sooner than most. “When?” He asked.

The little girl mumbled more, her voice teeny. “L-last night.”

“Have you told mom or your older sisters yet?” He then asked. She shook her head. He mumbled to himself for a few moments, before tussling the girls hair, making her whine but giggle all the same. “Go ahead up stairs in the bath, let them know, okay?”

“Okay,” She turned to leave, but stopped and turned back, hugging her dad’s waist tightly. “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He hugged her back, letting her run off as he finished up what little dishes were left, grumbling to himself. “No normal man should have to deal with this…”

“Felix,” He looked back towards the door, seeing Abigail standing there, her face concerned as she walked in. “I… I found some blood, in Mimi’s bed.”

He sighed, putting the last plate away. “Yeah, she just told me.” He then looked to his wife as she carefully sat down, holding her swollen belly. “Daisy and Feely had it rough this morning too, I was told. Soon, Missy and Isabella will get it, then Mable, Diana is close, and then there’s Lilly and Blossom and Belle and…” He sank into the chair next to Abby with a heavy sigh, rubbing his head. “I am swimming in an estrogen pool that is slowly drowning me.”

She giggled, brushing his hair gently. “If you want, we can go ahead and forget the picnic and take things easy today.”

“No, no, I made a promise, and I can’t break it because some of girls are little hot. Maybe having them run around and tire themselves out will cool them down.” Felix sat up and turned to his wife. “I asked Feely about going to the camp again. She said she’ll think about it.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Abigail smiled. “Maybe she’ll find a man that can help her.”

He nodded his head with a smile, though in the back of his head he wondered if anyone back home had this sort or problem. He followed his wife out of the kitchen and up the stairs where the bathrooms were, one of them having a large metal tub that fitted most of the children while another bathroom had a small tub big enough for three. This tub was already filled with warm water, and inside Tipi sat and waited for Abigail and Felix. Once they were cleaned, and everyone else was washed up, Tipi and Abigail started to make up a simple lunch they could have at the picnic, while Felix helped with the cart.

“Getting easier to pull this thing,” Feely smiled, dragging the cart out of the barn.

Felix was rummaging through the barrels of the barn, pulling out simple wooden club he had specially made and a tightly woven ball of twine covered in leather. “Baseball sound like a good game?”

“Just got to remind Mimi not to hit the ball so hard.” Feely giggled.

He chuckled too, tossing the two items into the back of the cart. “Easier said than done; I swear the girl is going to be stronger then you when she gets older.”

The orcish young woman made a pout, flexing her arm. “You kidding? I bet I can pin her down easily!”

“It’s just a joke, honey.” The man chuckled. “Though, it would be nice, if she can be a guard on the grounds at night. Finally keep those damned goblins out of the barn when we sleep.”

Feely pondered on this, opening the barrel that contained the weapons they used to protect themselves and the farm. “I think she would enjoy that, give her a reason to be tough on someone.” She grabbed a few simple axes, setting them in the back, looking up to her father with a worried expression. “Do…I might have to take her to the camp too, do I?”

Felix sighed, rubbing his brow. “No, no, she’s too young. The best we can do is try to keep her stable,” He then looked down at the axes Feely put in the cart. “Maybe, give her that guard idea sooner than I thought.”

“She’s been getting better at it,” Feely stated.

This caused his brow to rise in surprise, then furrowed in agitation. “You’ve been teaching her? Feely…”

“I’m sorry, but she asked.” The orc nervously chuckled. “Besides, she’s better at fighting then Daisy is.”

The man only mumbled and helped push the cart the rest of the way to the front of the house. He made sure that the barn was locked up nice and tight, though he still doesn’t understand how anyone could get in like those goblins can. Maybe one of them is good at picking locks. For the past few months, for some reason, they’ve been taking more and more milk from the storage. Usually, it was just half a container would be missing, but soon he started to find whole containers empty and tipped over. Both Abigail and Tipi stated that it could be because they may have young to feed. He had thought of finding them and bartering a deal, but he really didn’t know where to start looking for them. They were crafty little bastards.

He tried to have either Daisy or Feely act as a night guard, but from tending to the farm and their younger sisters during the day they simply did not have the energy, even if they drank milk. But Mimi, even when she was younger, seemed to have a knack of falling asleep during the day and having a tough time trying to get her to sleep during the day, it brought up the idea if maybe she could be perfect for a night guard, even as young a she was.

Soon though the cart was filled with clamoring children, both wives situated in the front while Daisy and Feely took the reins, Felix next to them, they were soon on their way. The lake wasn’t really that far, nearing lunch time when they reached there, all of them climbing out.

“Keep in my sight,” He called out to them, helping his wives out from the front. Abigail made a grunt as she landed, holding her belly. “You okay?”

She giggled at the man, grabbing the basket from the back. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. You worry too much.”

“I worry enough,” He mumbled. He watched as Tipi and Abigail picked out a place to lay the blanket, then looked out and counted the heads. “One, two, three… nine, ten, eleven, twelve,” He looked to Tipi to see she had her baby in her arms. “Thirteen. That’s all of them.”

“Daddy!” He looked down to see one of his calves bounding up to him. “What game are we going to play?”

He grinned, grabbing the ball and bat out of the cart. “Baseball! Everyone on a team. Feely, you pitch, Daisy can catch. Mimi, please, try not to destroy the ball this time.”

“M’sorry dad.”

Naturally, it was interesting to see the little children spilt off into teams of calves and piglets. Six little orcs, five little holstaurus and one little minotaur.

“Set up the bases like is showed you, diamond shaped. Now I’m thinking a number between one and ten. Blossom?” He looked to a little bovine.

“Umm, seven?” She asked.

“Okay, hmm… Missy?” He pointed to a little pig.

“Isabella!” The little girl giggled.

“Land sakes someone put a bell around one of them.” He chuckled, making the girls laugh.

“Three.” The little girl said.

“Okay, Blossom got it closest, it was six. So, her team is going up to bat first.” The girls broke off as he ushered them to the right areas. “Three in the outfield, three at a base. Try not to hit the ball too hard, give them a chance to catch it. Underhand, Feely.”

“You got it, dad.” The young woman smiled, rolling the ball around in her hand.

With that the game was underway, Felix sitting down to join his two wives on the blanket. Abigail gave him, a knowing smile. “It’s always six.”

“And they haven’t figured it out yet.” He chuckled. He looked to the basket and opened it up, only to have it close on him. “Hey,”

“Wait for the others,” Tipi pouted, though still smiling. “Besides, someone wants you.” She gestured to the infant in her arms.

He cooed and took the baby, gently holding as he smiled at her cute little ears and peach colored hair. “Hey there, Mel. You were a surprise, you know.”

“So is she.” Abigail rubbed her stomach. “Oh, Tipi, he likes the name.”

“Gertrude is a strong name. It was my sister’s name.” Tipi smiled.

Felix nodded, looking over and watched his children play. Years and years ago, he didn’t think he could survive this world when he first washed up on its shores. Now, he wouldn’t have his life any other way. It was a bit of a culture shock for him to fall from a world that relied heavily on technology to get by day by day, into a world that hardly knew anything past manual tools. Then again he didn’t think he would make a decent father, but here he was with two wives and fifteen children, with another on the way.

He hardly knows what lies past this valley, what is beyond the mountains or the beach, but he didn’t care. His life was the farm, his family, and there was nothing in the world that can’t change-

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a screaming child, his head snapping in that direction. He could see Missy (Or, Isabella), yelling about something, fear on her face. Already, Tipi was up and running in that direction, Feely joining her, and after gently handing Abigail Mel, he was up and running as well.

“Mama! Mama!” The piglet ran to her mom, pointing a shaky finger towards the tree line. “T-there!”

Both Feely and Felix went there, trying to see what it was that sacred the child. He didn’t see anything at first, until Feely called for him. There was something on the ground near a bush, and as he got close to it, his eyes widened.

On the ground, there was a man, bare naked and very pale. His blonde hair was long and wiry and grimy, just as the growing beard on his chin, his face was gaunt and sunken, his eyes glazed over and distant, almost like he was blind. But those glassy blue eyes looked up at him, a shaky hand reaching out to him, and his voice was very grim and crackly, Felix could barely hear a word the man said.

“P-please…h-help…me…”

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>>19274

Well, think it's fairly obvious why the goblins were stealing so much milk now, given what I guess is Andrei's state at the end there.

Also, very nice combining of the two stories like that, took me a little bit to realize what was going on, but when I did it was a very nice surprise.

>>19274
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“P-please…h-help…me…”

Felix knelt down to the man, taking the man’s head in his hands. “Shut up.” He furrowed his eyes at him, examining his face. “Flushed, dry skin, high temperature,” He put two fingers to the man’s neck. “Rapid heart rate,” He looked down at the man’s body, and saw there were red markings on his wrists and ankles. “This man was tied up recently. He’s severely dehydrated.”

“D-dad?”

“Mimi, stay back.” He looked behind him to the children gathering around Tipi. “Tipi, get them back.” Tipi did as she was told, commanding the little children back and towards Abigail with Daisy’s help. He then looked to Feely, who are staring off into the woods, her eyes furrowed. “Feely?”

“Something’s coming.” She mumbled, looking down to the prone man. “What’re we going to do?”

He looked back to this man. The man was mumbling incoherently to either himself or trying to say something to Felix. Felix grumbled, trying to think. “Damn it… Feely, help me.” His daughter nodded her head, and they got the man to his feet. He was taller than Felix, but they were able to drag him to the cart, where his wives stood staring wide eyed. “He’s sick, he needs help. We need to get back to the farm, now.” They nodded, climbing into the cart where the other kids were. He reached in and got the blanket they were using, tossing it around the man. “Stay down, don’t say a word.” He said to him, and with Feely’s help hoisted him up and lying down on the bottom of the cart. He grabbed one of the axes and tossed it to Feely, grabbing another one for himself. “We’re leaving.”

Nodding and not questioning, the two oldest girls once more took the reins and started to pull the cart, while the little girls looked down at the man in wonder and fear. Mimi seemed to glare at him, putting her hoof on his back to keep him from moving. On the path, Felix heard it. Something was indeed tearing its way through the forest. Something big, and strong. They didn’t get far when Daisy and Feely stopped with a gasp as something came out of the bushes in front of them in the path.

It was taller than they were, their skin a dark green like color, their hair long and mangy and silver, and wielding a great club of wood and stone. It appeared to be a tall woman, but the pair of great horns on their head and their sharp teeth and beastly yellow eyes and their long pointed ears said differently. She was covered in mostly rags, the top doing nothing to cover her large bust, in fact only covering one and letting the other breast bounce freely in the air, and their bottoms were nothing but various cloths tied together and secured to her curvy waist with fraying rope.

An ogre. Felix had never dealt with them, because he was smart enough to avoid them, and they left his farm alone. They were ferocious and violent creatures, ones who have a fancy for raping men whenever they get the chance, and sometimes drank themselves to a stupor on potent and strong brews that can make. She was quickly joined by two more, both wielding equally as menacing weapons as they stomped their way out of the forest.

He could see his kids cowering in the cart, his wives tensing up, and he could see Feely gripping the axe tightly ready for anything.

The leader of this small pack, the first one that appeared, eyed the family with furrowed eyes, making a low growl as she appeared.

“You!” She effortlessly raised the large weapon, pointing it in their direction. “We looking for man! You seen?”

“No ma’am, we haven’t.” Felix answered. “We’re just on our way back home.”

This one obviously didn’t have good eyesight, suddenly looking to Felix with wide eyes, but they once more furrowed, and she developed a fanged grin. “You man. You’d do good.”

To this, the orc that was sitting on the cart was suddenly standing from her seat, a frown on her face as she pulled out another axe from the cart. The other orc out front raised her weapon as well, and the ogre could see what looked like a young minotaur in the back of the cart suddenly pick up a strange looking cudgel.

The man raised his hand up, still holding the weapon in the other. “We don’t want any trouble. We haven’t seen anyone else out here. So let’s just leave it at that, and get on our way.”

The trio of ogres huffed, thinking their options. Should they keep hunting the runaway toy, or try to get this new toy from the orcs? The two older ones look like easy prey, but seeing those glaring eyes from the two older holstaurus with them, and that one little minotaur, it would not be an easy fight. And though she would love to have a good fight right now, they were wasting time.

So, with another deep puff of breath, the ogre stepped back. “Little man reek of pig, he no good.” And with a grunt to the two behind her, the three ogres disappeared into the bushes, once more on their hunt.

Feely didn’t waste another second and retook the reins, both her and Daisy once more pulling the cart but now at an increased pace. Tipi sat back down but still had the weapon in her hand, just as Mimi did the same, her hoof once more on the now unconscious man.

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“Get them inside.” Felix told his wives, once they were back at the farm. The kids all hopped out of the cart and herded into the house with Tipi and Abigail close behind, Mimi still having her bat weapon, as Daisy and Feely picked up the comatose man. They brought him in the barn and lied him down on a pile of hay. “Daisy, get that old tub and fill it with water. Feely, go get some bread from the house.” The two young women nodded their heads and did as they were told, Felix now looking down at the man. “Who the fuck are you?”

Soon, Daisy came back with a few buckets of water and started to fill up the old tub there in the barn, just as Feely returned with some bread. Once the tub was filled enough, he hoisted the man into it, splashing water on his face.

“What’s wrong with him?” Daisy asked, looking at the man with concern.

“Dehydration. This man is deprived of water.” Felix told her. “He must have escaped those ogres.”

“Why didn’t we just give him back?” Feely asked.

Felix looked to her, surprised. “Look at him. Do you think he wants to go back?”

“B-but…” Feely mumbled with her words.

“We just saved this man.” He looked to his two daughters. “And if it weren’t for us, who knows what they would have done to him.”

Both Feely and Daisy nodded their heads, looking at the passed out man. “W-what are we going to with him?” Daisy asked.

“Get him up and walking, then take him someplace out of the way and send him off. It’s the best we can do.” Felix said, splashing water on the man. “We can’t keep him here, not with those ogres stomping around out there.”

“We can handle a couple of ogres.” Feely stated.

“We saw only three, there could be more.” The man stood up and rubbed his brow warily. He seemed to be doing that a lot today. “Keep him here, keep him quiet, wait until he’s well enough to walk on his own, and then get rid of him. The longer he’s here, the more trouble he’s worth.” Neither of his daughters said a word as he walked to the door, looking over to the house. “Feely, I want you to keep an eye out for anything skulking around the yard. Daisy, you watch over the man until I come back.”

“W-where are you going?” Daisy asked.

“I’m going to explain this to your moms and tell the girls everything is okay.” Felix looked back to them, his brow furrowed. “Don’t let him leave your sight.”

The two nodded, as he left. Feely grabbed her axe and started her patrol around the yard, as Daisy sat back and kept an eye on the unconscious man.

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He couldn’t remember much in the haze. He remembered enough, up until he was running through the woods, then nothing. Was he caught? Was he back at the cave? Why was he wet? Ever slowly he became aware of his surroundings, how he wasn’t lying on a cave floor chained up, rather lying back in a metal tub filled with cool water.

Water!

He quickly sat up with a splash, looking around rapidly as his mind started working overtime. No, this wasn’t the cave. It looked like a wooden shack. And he was not bounded. It was dark, the only light coming from a lantern nearby.

“Calm down.”

He quickly turned to the voice. Out of the shadows, a figure walked out. It was a man, older then he was, wearing loose comfortable clothing. In one hand was a tin plate of bread, in the other was some long wooden club. He eyed this man cautiously, as he sat the plate down on a stool right next to the tub.

“Eat up, drink up,” The man grabbed another stool and brought it close, sitting down in it.

He looked to the food, looking back at the man, before reaching out and grabbing it, biting down. As he ate, he took drinks of the water he was in, filthy with the dirt that came off him but he didn’t care, it was water. The other man sat back and watched, never putting that club down. Soon, the bread was gone, and he coughed as he drank heavily to quench his terrible thirst.

Finally, he looked to this man, panting. “W-who…” He hacked, his voice still ragged and hoarse. “Who, are you?”

“Would ask you the same thing.” The man said. “Found you out in the woods, delirious. Then found some ogres hunting around for you.”

“Ogres?” He mumbled. “W-what?”

“Let’s cut to the chase; who are you?” The man stood up, looking down at him.

He cleared his throat and tried to make it sound comprehensible. “A-Andrei. Andrei, of Her Royal Army, of Furis.”

The man scratched his chin, grumbling. “Well, all those titles mean nothing to me. But, you need to get rested up and better, and quick.”

Andrei looked up to this man, bowing his head to him. “T-thank you.”

“Don’t,” The man glowered at him. “Don’t thank me. I risked my family to get you here safely. You want to thank me; get better, and leave. I had to go save a runaway plaything of a bunch of ogres…”

“W-wait.” Andrei croaked, his brow furrowed in confusion. “O-ogres? W-what ogres?”

“There was a pack of ogres, three of them, out there looking for you.” The man gestured to a random wall. “Now I dunno how you got away, but you’re damn lucky that we found you and covered your ass.”

Andrei rubbed his head warily, his mind still locked in a mire of mixed thoughts and queasy motions. “But…the goblins.”

“Wait, what goblins?” The man knelt down to Andrei, looking him in the eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“I wasn’t... I was held captive by a bunch of goblins, not ogres. They…” His stomach churned, making him leaned over the side of the tub with a retch, making the man jump back.

The man walked over to a door and opened it, talking to someone outside. “Feely, get the ginger root from the kitchen.” He closed the door and turned back to the man, kneeling back down to him. “Alright buddy, what happened?”

Andrei gulped and fought back the deluge of bile, sitting back in the tub. “N-…naga… village… M-my men… G-got away… Goblins, found me… carried me… S-Seris…” He faded away into darkness once more.

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Felix quickly grabbed the man’s shoulder, making sure he didn’t sink in the tub and drown himself, sitting him up right. Feely returned with a bottle of dried root.

“Is he okay?” She asked, handing her father the bottle.

“He was going on about goblins. And something about a naga village.” He sat back down on his stool, looking at the knocked-out man. “I think it’s those same buggers that keep breaking in and taking milk.”

“There isn’t a naga village near here.” Feely furrowed her brow in thought. “The only one I know is that one mama talked about by that desert on the other side of the mountain. You think he came from there?”

“That’s a hell of a long walk to escape goblins.” Felix rubbed his chin. “They probably dragged him here. And in his condition, he probably didn’t go far.”

“That means, the goblins are holding out somewhere near the lake!” Feely smiled.

“Finally found them. We can either drive them off or barter with them.” Felix looked back down at the man. “This guy is the only one who can tell us where they are. Feely, watch him, and let me know when he wakes up.” He handed her the bat, heading out the door.

When her father was gone, Feely sat down in the stool and sat the bat to the side, looking at the passed out man. Carefully, she reached over and brushed a strand of blond hair from his face.

“You poor man… what happened to you?”

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This is really great stuff. Thank you so much for writing this! Cant wait to see what happens next.

>>19279

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The pain was what got to him first. Sharp and jarring, in his head like a constant echo. When he tried to rub it to sooth it, his ears heard the rattles of chains, and his arms barely moved. Then he opened his eyes. He was no longer in the jungle, nor was he outside. Dark stone greeted him, surrounding him. He tried to move, but he found he couldn’t very much, rattling sounds echoing off the cavern walls. He looked up, and saw his wrists were locked in iron shackles and chained to the wall, and looking down he saw his ankles were chained to the floor, keeping him from moving while propped up against the wall.

Where was he? The last thing he remembered was running through the jungle, trying to escape the naga hunting him down. Then what? Something happened. No, someone knocked him out. But, who? He examined his surroundings. He couldn’t see much, his only light was a single torch on the far wall. There were some small casks in the room, piled to his right. To his left looked like a pile of hay to act like a crude bed.

In front of him was a wooden plank acting as a door, just barely hanging off rotting rope tied to some loose stones. Was he still in the village? Was this his holding cell? He didn’t know. He tested his restraints. They were rusted and old, and good yank could break them out of the wall. He then looked down to his legs. They didn’t seem that tights, and like the chains around his ankles, he could kick them loose. He heard something, something in the distant, something echoing from deeper in the cave.

It sounded like, childish laughter. He tried to listen, to hear how far it was, but the pain was still making everything hazy, making him shake his head to try to clear, but only making it worse. The sounds of tiny feet pattering echoed in the caves, drawing closer to where ever he was. Soon, the door was opened, and someone walked in.

It took him a moment to realize what it was. Through blurry vision, he thought he was looking at a little girl, but then as she went into the room and into the light, she became clearer. She was built like a child, but on her head was a pair of oddly shaped horns, either broken off or just the way they grown. Her ears were elfin and long, glimmering with some silver studs. Her skin was pale and had a somewhat sickly green hue to it, though the bright smile on her face said she wasn’t ill. The only parts of her that looked normal was the auburn colored hair that went to her shoulders, done it simple looking pigtails and her eyes were a very clear blue color.

Her tiny body was covered in what looked like scrapped leather, mismatching and strewn together with crude looking hooks or rope, though at the same time didn’t offer that much as armor since it hardly covered her entirely. A tattered tunic the only covered her chest and left her midriff and navel open, loosely fitting britches barely kept on with rope that looked like they could fall down with an erratic movement, and little sandals of twine and wood. She held a cask under one arm, and in her other hand was a simple wooden club.

He stared at this creature for only a moment, before he realized what it was; a goblin.

She walked into the room, smiling down at him as she sat the cask down with the rest of them in the pile, before turning back to him.

“You awake!” She giggled, suddenly jumping over next to him. He flinched at the sudden closeness, the goblin still giving him that big smile. “Good, good! We play now, ‘kay?”

“P-play? What are you talking about?” He strained against his chains, earning him a curious look from the goblin. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Man play hide ‘n seek with mean snaky ladies,” She giggled more, “But we win! We found man! Now our time to play!”

He stared at her confused, trying to understand what it was she was saying. She wanted him to play a game? He flexed his fists, slowly breathed to calm himself, before speaking once more. “Alright, fine. I’ll play your game.”

The goblin made a squeal sound and start bouncing, walking over to the door and closed it. When she bounced back, she dropped down on his lap, making him gasp as the air was forced from his lung from the sudden weight, but quickly her tiny hand was over his mouth, shushing him as her own voice went low. “I play first. Sis still sleeping. Shh, man be quiet, ‘kay?”

He grumbled as she pulled her hand away. “Fine. What is this game?”

“A Super fun game!” She giggled. Then, her smile became slyer, tracing a finger down his chest. “You be the daddy, and I be the mommy,” His body tensed as he watched that finger go to his waist, where he now noticed his lack of coverings, that small digit now tracing over his limp pride. “Let’s make a baby~!”

“G-get off!” He rocked his hips, knocking the promiscuous goblin off of him.

She got to her feet with a scowl on her face. “Meanie!” She raised the club in her hand threateningly, making the man wince when she brought it down with a smack on the wall close to his head. “Man play fair!” She huffed and walked over to one of the casks and picked it up. He could hear the contents sloshing around, some sort of liquid. She turned back to him, holding it up. “Play fair, man get treat.”

He eyed the cask, curious of what it is. “What is that?”

“Milk!” The goblin beamed, setting the cask down. With a grunt she popped the lid off, grabbing a small tin cup that was tied to her waist and dipped it in, bringing it up for the man to see it dripping with the white liquid. “Man thirsty?”

It wasn’t until she mentioned it, but he did feel parched, and a good drink would help him. If it was holstaurus milk, then that would be better. It would give him the strength to break out of there and escape once again. He grumbled, trying to make it look he was reluctant, to try to lull this goblin into a false sense of security.

“…I am thirsty.” He said.

The goblin had that sly look once more, dumping the milk back into the cask. “Play fair, get treat.”

“Oh, Gods…” He grumbled more. This was going to be very tough for him. With Seris, at least she had womanly features. The goblins were quite literally perpetual children. It didn’t matter how old they got; once they grew to a certain point they stop growing. They were very similar to the elves of the Valian Islands, who also only grew to a certain size then stop. But with the elves, at least mentally they were adults. With goblins, it was very, very difficult to determine if this one was either still very young or as old as he was, because mentally they were like children. He never found any appeal to the elves in a physical sense, so this was going to be quite a challenge for him.

He grumbled a little more, before looking up into the big blue eyes of this goblin. “Alright, I’ll play fair.” The goblin giggled once more and put the cask to the side, setting her club against it. She approached him, he hesitated. “W-wait,” She stopped and stared down at him in curiosity. “B-before we play, I would like a drink.”

The goblin looked back and forth from him to the cask in curiosity, before she nodded and bounced back over to it, taking her cup once more and filling it and bringing it back to him. She brought it to his lips and tipped it back, letting him drink from it. He drank until the cup was empty, the goblin setting it aside.

“Better?” She asked, grinning.

He nodded his head. “Yes, thank you.”

“We play now?” The creature circled around him, looking down at him with darkened eyes and a sly smile.

He fumbled with his words. “W-well, I-I think it’s only fair, since we’ll be playing this…game… t-that we know more about each other. D-don’t you think?” The goblin tapped her chin, deep in thought, for a few moments, before she shrugged her shoulders. “Y-yes, we should. First off, what’s your name?” She looked at him confused, even tilting her head to once side. “Y-you know; a name? What do the others call you?”

Recognition suddenly shone in her eyes. “Oh! Runty!”

“O-okay…Runty? Well, my name is Andrei.” He said.

“Andry? Silly name!” The goblin giggled.

“Y-yes, I know.” The man mumbled. “Now, Runty, how many of you are there?”

She frowned at him. “One! Only one Runty! Silly man.”

“No, I mean… ugh.” He tired to think of how to say it right. “How many others are there with you? How many, sisters are there?”

“Oh!” Runty smiled, and started to silently count on her fingers. Halfway through her brow furrowed as it seemed she backtracked a few before continuing. “Umm, this many!” She held up eight fingers.

Before he could say anything else, he groaned as the tiny creature once more dropped down on his lap. “Andry asks silly things. Play time?”

He caught his breath and looked at the little goblin, feeling his face heat up. “W-wait-“

The goblin covered his mouth, shushing him. “Daddy being too noisy. Mommy take care.” Her other hand went down his body, once more on his member, where tiny fingers gripped him and touched him, trying to get him erect. He forced his will, tried everything he could to keep his body calm. The milk was already working; he could feel his body becoming more active while the pain in his head was fading. However, the milk worked too well to awake his spirit, as he fruitlessly fought and lost his battle. The goblin made a coo, her smile growing as she stroked the hardened pride. “Ooh, daddy got all stiff~! Andry ready to make a baby?” He tried to shake his head, but the strength of the goblin, as small as she was, kept him in place and silent. And his lack of responding was answer enough for her. “Mommy will make you feel all nice and fuzzy!” He watched as the tiny creatures slowly crawled up his body until he saw himself disappear underneath the raggedy skirt. With this blue eyes and smirking grin on him, she guided his erection, feeling the head brush against what was undoubtedly wet folds. She teased herself, rubbing the human’s member up and down her flower, making her giggle and sigh, her cheeks heating up red. Finally her teasing found purchase, and Andrei groaned as the tiny creature sank down to his lap, her whole body shaking as she moaned.

By the Gods, she was tight! Her small body completely enveloped him in a sheath of taut wet muscles, squeezing him entirely as the goblin impaled herself on him. Her eyes slightly rolled back as a big goofy smile was plastered on her face, her tongue lolling out to one side as she sang her pleasure. And after what seemed like agonizing minutes, she was finally sitting down on his lap, the skin of his thighs touching her tiny bottom as she panted heavily.

“W-wowee! My tummy is all full!” The goblin giggled airily. She absently rubbed her stomach, looking at the man with bright eyes. “Andry will make good daddy! Give Runty all the babies!” She twisted her hips, causing both parties to jerk and jump at the intense sensations. Andrei groaned as the tiny creature rose up, slowly withdrawing him from the tight body and making her shudder and moan shakily.

She was only halfway when she dropped down with force, making Andrei groan out and making her squeal as she was filled with human cock once more, her eyes rolling back fully as that almost drunken smile seemed to grown. She once more rose and fell with the same outcomes, only to do it again, and again, and again, keeping a slow and tortuously slow pace. But gradually she picked up the pace, one hand gripping his shoulder and her feet planted on the ground and she squatted over him, essentially bouncing on him, her tongue flopping in the air as she moaned and squealed. Andrei could do nothing but sit there and let this happen to him, being raped by this tiny monster until he was drained.

He really didn’t know how long he last, but he thanked the Gods it didn’t last long, finally feeling the familiar pressure in the pit of his stomach. His legs locked up tightly when he unleashed into the goblin, the tiny creature making a loud squeal as she dropped down on his lap hard, her small frame shaking almost violently. The inner muscles of the creature tightened up so incredibly he was surprised he was able to climax at all!

Runty held her stomach as he came, moaning sensually as she felt herself flooded with the warm cum. “A-ahh~! T-tummy is all stuffed up!” Her hips gyrated, making him groan more as his member became sensitive, almost painful. Finally the waves faded, and the goblin stopped moving and simply sat on his lap panting lustfully. “A-Andry’s good at this game~!”

He only panted raggedly as some of his energy was drained. The little creature laid her head on his chest and remained there for a little while before drawing back with a smile. She finally removed her hand from his mouth, allowing him to breathe more properly, putting her hands on his shoulders as she lifted off the human, moaning softly and making him wince as his spent member escaped her tiny body and landed limp against his waist. She quickly reached under her skirt and cupped her hand over her reddened and sensitive flower, making sure none of the human seed leaked out. She cooed at the sloppy mess she found between her legs, giving the human a big grin.

“Andry will be great daddy!” She gave him a loud smack of a kiss on his forehead. “We play again later ‘kay?”

“S-sure…” He mumbled, still slowly recovering. “Whatever you say.”

Runty giggled happily and bounced over to the door, still with one hand under her skirt. “Bye-bye!” And with that she was out the door, leaving him alone.

Andrei waited until he was able to breathe straight, calming himself down. That, was definitely something he was not going to repeat.

“To hell with this,” He gripped the chain that held his right hand in place, and with all his strength, yanked. The chain gave way almost instantly, coming clean off the stone wall. And with another pull his other hand was free. It took him longer to get his legs free, but once he was able to stand, he found a problem. With the chains hanging off of him and dragging on the ground, sneaking out was going to be a difficult challenge. But before he did anything, he went to the opened cask of milk and reached in the fish the cup on the bottom, helping himself to another few drinks to gather his strength.

He went to the door, having to bend down some to fit through, as he opened it up gently and carefully and peeked out. On the other side seemed to be a winding tunnel. One path led to an area that was lit up with fire, possibly a campfire, and he could hear a series of chatter and giggles coming from that direction. The other way led somewhere lit dimly, quiet. He decided to head in that direction. Gripping the chains that hung on his ankles and wrists in both hands, he slowly made his way down the tunnel, sticking close to the wall as not to make too much noise and not bring attention to himself.

Deeper into the tunnel, he could feel the gusts of wind blowing past him, telling him he was heading in the right direction. He passed openings among the tunnel were burrows were dug out, filled with either laid out bedrolls or where weapons were strewn out across the ground carelessly like toys left out. Stopping, he noticed one room was actually filled with crude looking toys; dolls made of dried grass with rag clothes, fake swords make of wooden planks, even what looked like a pile of human clothes stacked in the corner, bonnets scattered all over the place.

At the end of the tunnel was a door, the air blowing through there. He carefully opened the door. He couldn’t see much in the room, because he was graced with the sun shining on his face. There was an opening, looking to be big enough for him to squeeze through, and he slowly made his way in the direction.

Fate, unfortunately, was not going to be that kind for him. During his trek, something caught his foot, causing him to fall forward. He didn’t know what it was he landed on, but his face was suddenly on something that was soft and warm and squishy. Two something’s, actually. However, whatever he landed on made a moan, and his eyes started to adjust to the sudden dark around him as whatever it was he was on started to move. His face was buried in-between two pale orbs of...skin? Their owner slowly sat up, a lazy look in their eyes as they mumbled with tiredness, looking down at him. It was another goblin. Her hair was longer, her eyes a darker blue, her horns much larger on her head.

He then quickly noticed what it was he was on. He had his face in-between the large bust of a goblin! He didn’t know what to do! He tried to get up, but quickly noticed that a pair of legs was wrapped around his chest. He never heard of a goblin with big breasts before! No, wait, he has! He never seen one, but he heard stories of a particular type of goblin that was stronger than the others the acted like their leaders and had a part of their bodies fattened up. He didn’t know they were the bust, though. This, looking down at him, their minds slowly recognizing that he was there, was a hobgoblin.

She looked down at him confused for a few moments, her eyes blinking slowly, before a sly smile appeared on her face.

“Naughty man~.” She giggled softly, raised a balled fist in the air, and brought it down on his head.

Hello darkness, my old friend.

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>>19281

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“Man try to run,” A teeny voice was somewhere in the dark, distant but distinct. “We fix!”

A series of chatter followed, as more than one voice called out various things.

“Tie him to big rock!”

“Put him in deep hole!”

“Stupid! We can’t play with him in hole!”

“I’m not stupid! You stupid!”

“Put him in a box!”

“We don’t have box big enough!”

“Then we tie him to big rock!”

“I said that!”

“Wait! We feed him lots of milk, make his belly all big and round! Then he won’t run!”

There was some affirmative chatter after that, sounding that they liked this idea. “Farm has lots of cows, lots of milk! We keep him big and fat, he be too big to run!”

“Oh, oh!” A voice was calling out joyously, the sounds of tiny feet echoing as they bounced up and down in excitement. “Special drink! Special drink!”

“Yeah! Special drink!”

Slowly, he became more aware of his surroundings, and he realized that the distant voices weren’t really that distant. Rather, his eyes opening up and the haze fading, he saw that he was once more lying on the ground, and all around him was a whole pack of goblins looking down at him. Seven of the goblins were the common ones, the child sized and frame, Runty among them. But at his feet, he looked up at that hobgoblin he ran into. It still amazed him that such a tiny creature could have such a large chest. She was looking down at him with those lazy eyes, a smile on her lips.

“Naughty man awake~.” She mumbled in a singsong voice.

All at once the goblins around him started to giggle and smile down at him. He tried to move his arms, but he found them tied securely together above his head with leather straps, once more tied to the wall. His legs were bound together as well, as he struggled to get free.

“Man no run,” One goblin said to him, scowling slightly. “You stay!”

“Let me go!” He growled at the tiny creatures, and it only made them giggle at him more. It irritated him that he was able to be overpowered by such small monsters, but he already underestimated one creature on this island so far.

The hobgoblin raised a foot up and pressed down on his stomach, not hard but keeping him still. “Naughty man no run. Man stay, and play.” She then stepped off him and looked to one of the goblins next to her. “Naughty man must have special drink.”

The goblin giggled, bouncing up and down as she ran to the door. “Special drink!”

“What special drink?” He asked the surrounding monsters. Once more his answer was giggles and laughs. He once more tired to struggled, but it seemed these little devils made sure he was secured this time.

Soon, the goblin that left returned, holding a series of different bottles in her arms. He watched as she ran up to the open cask of milk, setting the bottles down. One bottle she picked up was brown colored, some sort of faded label on it with ‘xxx’ written on it. She pulled the cork off of it with her teeth as she started to pour it into the milk.

“Smelly ogre stuff.” The goblin said, looking over at the human. The liquid was a dark color, and he could smell a familiar fetid smell coming from it. It was that ogre brew. One empty she put the bottle down and picked up another one. This one was clear, and he could see some sort of green bile inside it. She was careful with opening it and started to pour it in. It didn’t have a smell to it. “Spider spit,” She then giggled. Spider spit? He never heard anything like that. It could be venom for all he knew. The last bottle as also clear, and inside was some strange pink fluid that stuck to the glass like it was an adhesive. The goblin held her nose and held the bottle away from her as she poured it in the milk. Some sharp fruity scent filled the air, one that made his nose tingly and twitch oddly. “Funny stuffs,” The goblin smiled.

What, in the name of the Gods, was ‘funny stuffs’?

The goblin put the lid back on the barrel and effortlessly lifted it over her head, shaking it violently as she mixed the odd concoction up. Andrei looked around as the surround monsters started to giggle more, moving around like they were antsy. He cautiously looked over to where Runty was. “What’s special drink?”

The tiny creature beamed brightly. “It makes Andry all fuzzy and fun!”

“W-what?” The man stuttered, just as the other goblin got finished shaking the cask, opening it up once more. He watched with wide eyes as she approached him, a seductive and dark smile on her face. “W-wait, what are you doing?” From right next to him, another goblin held up what looked like a funnel, chuckling deeply as he saw her eyes were also dark and lust filled. Quickly looking around, the surrounding creatures were all giving in him a similar look. “S-stay back-.” A series of tiny hands were on his face, fingers lacing and hooking in his mouth and teeth and forcing it open. He fought against them, trying to get them to release him, but they held strong, keeping him in place. He was about to yell at them when that funnel was forced in his mouth.

The hobgoblin had a smile on her face, guiding the cask over his mouth. “Open wide~!”

A sickly dark brew was poured from the barrel, dropping into the funnel and into his squirming mouth. The concoction was an assault on his tongue, making him retch as it quickly filled him. He tried to spit it out, but more tiny hands were on his throat, massaging it to make him swallow. One, two, three, four, five big mouthfuls of the bile was forced down his gullet as he tried fruitlessly to thrash away from the little devils. The cask was pulled away as the funnel was removed, the goblins withdrawing away from him.

He hacked and coughed, feeling his stomach churn as it settled in his guts like a stone. He glared up at the creatures, bearing his teeth at them fiercely. “What did you do to me?!”

Once more, they only giggled. He was about to yell more, but something stopped him. It happened so suddenly it was jarring, but his vision started to wobble and wave, the entire cave tilting in one direction to the other. The pale skin of the goblins started to become brighter and vibrant, making them stand out in brilliant yellows or greens or even a white. He could hear his heart pounding between his ears, as the giggles around him echoed and sounded distorted. He tried to talk, but it felt like his tongue was numb, unable to move and only letting him make odd incoherent mumbles. His head swam and felt like it was floating off his shoulders, as his body felt stiff and made of stone.

Warmth started to build in his stomach, slowly spreading throughout his body as it grew, making him pant and feeling sweat collect on his brow. He tried to shake this odd sensation off, but it only made everything much worse as it seemed the entire room flipped upside-down for a brief moment. Vaguely he could see someone standing over him. Wait, was there someone there. He blinked a few times. It looked like there were several people around him.

It looked like a woman, her skin a glowing ethereal white, her hair long and waving like it was in water, her eyes blue glowing orbs. She smiled down at him. “Man feel good?” She asked.

Strange question. Does he? He feels weird. Not himself, but not quite someone else. Was it good? Where was he? What was he doing? He didn’t know, and tried to answer that he didn’t know, but only fumbled with his words. He looked back up to this woman. Wow, she had some great tits. She moved until she stood over him, still smiling down at him.

“Man want to play a game?” She then asked. The other people, people with glowing yellow or green or white skin, started to giggle. A game? A game, oddly enough, did sound fun right about now. He shakily nodded his head, and the woman’s smile grew bigger. He watched as this woman reached up to her chest, and pulled a covering off of her. He heavenly mounds jiggled enticingly as they were free, the woman slowly lowering down to his waist. He noticed how hard he was, standing tall and proud. Was his skin always so pink? The woman giggled airily, taking her gracious pair and wrapped them snuggly around his pride, surrounding him in warmth. She made a soft moan, slowly moving her mountains of flesh around him, making him groan at the pleasurable feelings. “Man like?”

He nodded his head, really the only thing he could do. Those warm breasts rubbed and massaged his length, seeing just a slight of pink as the head occasionally popped out of her cleavage. With a seductive smile on her face, she opened her mouth and let her wet tongue glide over the head of his pride, licking him gently. He groaned his approval, his eyes unable to look away from the glowing blues of this woman. Every gentle touch from her sent a spark thought his body, cause the warmth inside him to increase. But is seemed he was not the only one. The woman moaned as he massaged him with her chest, her skin hot against him as she breathed on his pride. She leaned back and allowed him to slip away from her, smiling up at him as she crawled up his body. Wait, why was she so small?

The shoddy skirt around her waist was pulled off, one of her hands reaching down underneath her to hold him. He could feel something hot and wet against his member, rubbing alone his length, before he was surrounded by it. The tiny woman sank down to his lap with a loud cry, a big grin on her face. Andrei’s leg locked up as he was sheathed in her tight depths, groaning as she slowly sat down with him completely embedded in her.

She moaned hotly into his face, her tongue hanging out of her head as she smiled to him lovingly. “N-naughty man~!”

He really couldn’t hear her; he was too absorbed in the sensations of her small body wrapped around him, gripping him tightly and massaging him as she moved her hips around. Her large breasts pressed into his chest, her hands tracing up his sides to grip his shoulders, and she slowly rose up on his waist. He threw his head back with a heavy breath, feeling like she was trying to pull him off, only rising halfway up his pride until she dropped down just as slowly, making a squealing sound as she impaled herself on his meat once more. She kept a slow pace, her tiny frame shaking as she softly fucked the man, a constant and erotic stream of sounds exiting her throat.

He opened his eyes and saw that the other people around him has stripped off their clothes, their hands caressing their bodies as they watched the sexual scene before them, giggling and sighing in excitement. They all crowed around him, the heat of their bodies mixing with the heat of the passion, making him pant as it surrounded him. The woman on his lap started to bounce with more force, her head lying back limply as she rode him, her massive bust jumping mesmerizingly before his eyes. He was so compelled to touch them, to feel them, but try as he might his hands refused to move. Wait, when did he get tied up?

What was happening to him? When did he get there? Who were these people? His mind was filled with confusing thoughts that seem to run endlessly without any answers. All he did know was there was a woman on his lap, and Gods did it feel good. His heart was pounding hard in his chest and between his ears as he made deep and heaving gasps, feeling the warmth that invaded his body building more and more in his stomach, becoming a burning fire. But soon, it exploded forth with such force that his vision swam and blurred as his whole body shock powerfully, groaning loudly as the intense sensations threaten to consume him. On his lap the courtesan, threw her head back with a loud and lust filled cry, her tiny frame frantically shaking as she herself suffered a similar explosion of the senses. The tight inner walls of this woman gripped him tightly as they too shook in spastic waves, prolonging his wave after wave of colors flashing before his eyes and his eyes trapped in a mire of shapes.

Finally they drew back, everything returning to this odd stage as he panted hard and raggedly. The woman on his lap cooed and purred lovingly, twisting her hips slowly and making him gasp and twitch. She slowly rose off his lap, releasing her internal grip on him as she stood on wobbly legs over him. He could see white drops falling from between her legs, before she pressed her hand over her flower to keep them inside her.

“N-naughty man good at game~.” She panted, her voice just oozing with lust.

She stepped back, and suddenly someone else was there before him, someone with bright green skin but eyes just as blue. She grinned and giggled as she sat on his lap, and like the large breasted woman did, took him in her hands and sheathed his mighty meat sword into her body. He shook and groan as once more he was squeezed tightly by a tiny body, and once more this tiny person was riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. His whole body felt oversensitive as every movement made those previous little sparks feel like full powerful torrents of lighting running through his veins, making him twitch and convulse.

He was put through this torture for so long, before once more those sudden and near painful waves returned, the whole room spinning in his eyes as he cried out. The tiny body on him once more shock and quivered, riding him throughout his over stimulated senses, before they eased away from him with a shuddering moan. Too quickly were they replaced with another person, once more putting him though this torture, once more making his head and body explode into colors and strange but powerful sensations, leaving him panted raggedly and dazed, only to be replaced with another person to do the same thing all over again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And…

~*~

Time quickly became irrelevant. How long did this go on, he may never know. He was forever trapped in that alien world of colors and sounds and shapes, a tiny body always on him, always fucking him fiercely until they were finished with him. They fed him, made him drink this strange odd tasting ambrosia that made his whole body tingle and flare hot. There were times he was given respite, darkness taking him and cradling him in silent comfort, only to bring him back to that plain of existence where he was used constantly.

He was thankful that his glowing wardens were sometimes merciful, only fucking him softly and slowly. But other times they were relentless, bouncing up and down on him with such force that it hurt, slapping flesh echoing loudly in his little world. Sometimes, he found himself somewhere else; another place where they still used him. Once in a room where he lied on something soft and comforting, again in someplace that glowed brightly and nearly blinding him, and another place where nothing but darkness surrounded him, but he still felt them, still enveloping his pride that seemed to be locked eternally erect, still torturing him.

There was a time where he was able to move his arms freely, able to flex them and wiggle them without his restraints, and in his strange fever he held the body that was on his lap, making them cry out joyously as he felt the warm flesh, touching it as much as he wanted. But too soon was it taken away from him, once more his arms bounded and useless.

There were times where he was left alone in his little world, his eyes frantically searching around as strange sounds surrounded him, the loneliness eating at him before it was broken with the sight of a little body standing over him, and once more the sex continued. Other times there were soft moments, moments where he wasn’t forced to go through and instead was given something nice, the tiny people surrounding him as they rubbed him with wet clothes, water washing over him, and the sensation of tight mouths over his member, licking and sucking him gently until it abruptly returned to that realm of flashing colors and electric spasms.

That woman returned to him a multitude of times, once more caressing him with her heavenly chest, cooing softly and lovingly to him, holding his head between her valley as she softly fucked him, slowly at first but soon using him like the rest.

Then, there were times the world seemed to ebb, colors fading him and sounds becoming less distorted and jarring, where he was alone with his slowly clearing thoughts as he began to wonder where he was, how he got there, and who these people were. But once they fed him, made him drink that ichor, that world returned to him, and so did the feelings and the sex and everything else.

He was trapped in this strange world, and he didn’t know how long he was going to be imprisoned there.

~*~

With a clatter, the empty brown bottle joined the large pile in the corner. The goblin frowned and looked to the others around her. Some of their bellies were starting to swell with young, while others were much rounder and heavier. Even the hobgoblin held her large belly motherly. Only two of them were still flat, despite all the tries they had since they caught the human.

“No more ogre stuff,” She said solemnly.

“No more spider spit either!” One of them stated, holding up an empty bottle.

“Plenty of funny stuff,” Another one pointed to the pile of pink filled jars along the far wall. “And still lots of milk.”

“What now?” One goblin looked to their large breasted leader.

The hobgoblin scratched her head lazily as she tried to think. “We need more ogre stuff.”

“And more spit!” One goblin chimed in.

The hobgoblin nodded her head and looked to one of the goblins who weren’t heavy with child. “You, take milk to spider lady, get more spit.” She then looked other another. “You go find ogre, more smelly stuff.” She then looked to another one. “You, watch man. I’m sleepy.” She mumbled, and walked away.

With their orders, they broke off. With a cask under their arm, one goblin left to visit a local monster-girl that could provide them with the venom they needed, while another ran off to try to find the ogres they get the brew from. The rest decided to take a nap with their leader, while the last went to the room where they kept the human. Over the time he has been there, the man called ‘Andry’ had changed. His blond hair was now all grimy and long, and his chin was covered with blond fur, that made her giggle as she brushed it with her fingers. His skin started to become pale with his lack of light, and his face didn’t look as strong as it did when he first got there.

She shuffled inside and gently sat down on his lap, looking up to him with a big smile. “Hi, Andry,” The man only mumbled, his eyes glazed over as he looked to her, his breathing heavy and ragged as he sweated. The goblin leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, beaming brightly. “Lookie, lookie,” She leaned back, rubbing her round stomach. “Andry gave Runty baby! A little Runty will be with us! And she’ll love her daddy!” She gave the human another kiss, snuggling up on his chest. “Andry good daddy, and Runty is good mommy~.” And there she stayed, slowly falling asleep in his lap as the man was stuck in his drugged haze.

But, they failed to feed him today. Andrei’s mind was becoming clearer, the mire and haze fading away into confusing thoughts and different emotions. Realizations were being made, remembering moments and events. He remembered where he was, what was happening or rather what happened, and what needed to be done. Slowly, he brought his bound wrists down and over the slumbering goblin, and very carefully, he grabbed the small blade that was on her waist. With shakily hands he was able to free his wrists, very slowly and gently moving the tiny devil off his lap to lie on the ground next to him.

For a brief moment, he held the blade over her, his hand shaking as anger brew in his mind. But, he stopped himself before he plunged it into the creature, looking down at her content face as she slept, and looked to her round belly as she held it lovingly in her sleep. With a soft huff he moved away, quickly cutting the leather straps that tied his ankles together, and on wobbly legs he stood up, quickly holding himself against the wall. He went to the door on stumbling steps, being very careful to open it and stumbled out into the tunnel. The cave was quiet, and this time, he went the other direction. His movement caused his stomach to swish and slosh, churning it sickly and making him groan in pain.

He entered another cave, where he was blinded with the bright light from the cave mouth, the daylight pouring in. Freedom! He took one step, and suddenly doubled over. His stomach could not take the movements for long, and with a convulsing retch, he expelled the content onto the ground, a nasty dark mess of fluids. He ignored it and stepped closer to the cave entrance. The feeling of soft grass greeted his feet, before he stopped, once more vomiting and shaking. His eyes were becoming clear but still wavered slightly, shuffling towards the trees. He touched the bark, and once more retched and spewed. His body was hell-bent on removing whatever it was he was forced to drink all this time, his body convulsing as he was suddenly washed over with a sudden chill.

He heard a voice, distant, in the woods, heading in his direction. He didn’t want to stay around for long, and started to shamble in the opposite direction, disappearing among the trees and bushes as he heard shouting behind him.

~*~

“Where is man!?”

The tiny goblin backpedaled in fear as the great lumbering creature approached her threateningly, wielding its club over its head.

The ogre glared down at her with beastly yellow eyes, bearing her sharp teeth down at the smaller monster. She was joined by two more of her pack, all three of them growling fiercely at the goblin. “You reek of man! Where is he?!”

The goblin shook and tried to stand strong. “W-we have no man,”

“Filthy liar!” With a swing, the club came close to the goblins head but missed her, making her scream out afraid and jump back. “Goblin smell of human! You want drink? Give us man!”

The goblin looked up at the three ogres as they drew closer to her, behind her she could see the mouth of her cave where the rest were. She gulped and turned back to the three giant monsters, standing her ground. “N-no! Man ours! Mean ogres can’t have!”

The ogre before her made a great roar and raised her weapon once more, bringing it down hard on the ground and making it crack and quake. The goblin fell back on her bottom, shaking in fear. That was, until she heard shouting behind her, coming from the cave.

“Andry gone! Andry gone!” A goblin came running out of the cave. “Man ran again!”

Hearing this, the ogre made a deeply rumbling chuckle. “Man gone? Good! We hunt now!” Before the goblin could say anything else, the three ogres turned and ran into the woods.

The pack of goblins came running out of the cave, all of them looking around frantically. The goblin on the ground quickly got to her feet and ran to them. “Mean ogres hunting man! We find first!” And with that, they ran into the woods as well.

~*~

His legs felt like they were slowly becoming like liquid, his steps faltering as he bumped into tree after tree, stopping every now and then to retch, his stomach long now empty but still trying to expel everything. He didn’t know where he was going, but as long as he was away from those lusty devils. Bushes whacked him as he ran through them, stinging his legs and body and privates but still he ran.

The haze was returning now, his vision blurring as his lung felt like they were burning, but still he ran. Finally, his body gave out on him, where he collapsed to the ground with a thump. He didn’t know how long he lied there, his consciousness dancing in and out of the darkness. He became aware of someone screaming, and shakily he looked up, expecting to see the goblins surrounding him.

Rather, a different shape stood over him. It was too tall to be a goblin, and was wearing normal clothing. Shaggy brown hair and a beard were looking down at him, eyes staring steely. This was a man standing over him. An actual human man.

And Andrei, trapped in his fever, could do the only thing he could think of, reaching out to what he prayed wasn’t a mirage of the mind.

“P-please…h-help…me…”

~*~*~

>>19293

Well, now we know how Andrei went from captured by goblins, to hunted by ogres and rescued by Felix and his family, now to see where he goes from here, if the past parts are any indication, should be good.

>>19293
Family/Medical Issues came up, it'll be a while before the next part will be posted, but I'll make sure to make it longer.

~*~*~

He awoke with a start, his whole body aching as he sat up. He was not longer in the tub, rather lying on a pile of hay with a blanket around him. He quickly looked around, daylight streaming through the cracks of this building he was in. What he thought was a shack at first, was actually a barn. The sudden movements made his stomach squelch, but thankfully his body didn’t try to expel anything, his mind, thought still mired and fizzed, started to clear away the sleep.

He started to remember what happened, remembering his lackluster escape from the nagas, to his sudden capture from the goblins, and… He groaned as his body flexed painfully, overused over the time he spent in the captivity of those tiny nymphs. Gods, how many times did they use him? How long was he drugged? He didn’t know, but he did know that he was able to get away and ran into the woods, where he…

He remembered that man that found him, remembered waking up and talking with him before his body gave out and he passed out. He was on a farm? There was a farm here? It all confused him, but nonetheless he lied back with a groan. His body felt stiff, his stomach felt like it weighed a ton, a constant pain pounding in his temples. A click of a lock reached his ears, as the barn door close by slowly opened with a creak. He was thankful the light didn’t reach his face; unsure of such a sudden glare would help his condition.

Someone was coming into the barn, their silhouette quite curvy and tall. The door closed just as softly, the person walking over to him.

“Good morning,” They spoke softly.

Andrei took this woman in with wide eyes. It was hard not to notice her large breasts or her long white hair, but also saw she had fur covered legs and hooves for feet and a bovine like tail behind them and two floppy ears and two ivory horns on their head. A holstaurus? Was he caught once again?

This cow woman knelt down next to him, and he saw she had a basket in her hands, and instantly the smell of cooked food was in his nose. Pulling a cloth away, she revealed that the basket was filled with freshly baked bread, a bottle among them. He looked up to this bovine woman confused, as she took a piece of bread and broke it apart, handing it to him.

“Here, eat. You need to build up your strength.” She said, a small smile on her face. Cautiously, he took the bread, and when the smell once more invaded his nose, bit down into it and started to chew it ravenously. “Easy,” The holstaurus muttered. He took her advice and ate more slowly, though still hungrily. The bread was delicious, but it sat like a stone in his gut. He didn’t care; it was food, actually hot food. Soon, the bovine woman took the bottle out and opened it, handing it to him. “Drink,”

He took a sip.

His eyes bugged as his stomach churned once more, and spat the drink out, making the woman gasp and lean away, the man coughing. “O-oh! Are you okay?”

“No milk,” He groaned, the bottle dropping down to the ground with a thud, the man holding his stomach. “N-no more milk.”

“N-no milk?” The woman timidly picked up the bottle and put it away, giving the man a confused look. “W-water then?”

“Water, please,” Andrei groaned. The cow woman nodded her head and grabbed another bottle from the basket, handing it to him. When he drank it, he was greeted with the cool water he craved, taking a heavy drink of it and sighing heavily. “T-…thank you.”

The woman nodded and let him eat, watching him as he devoured piece of bread after piece of bread, taking deep gulps of his water. Soon, she mumbled, her voice soft. “W-what happened to you?”

He looked up to this woman, panting. “G-goblins.”

She tilted her head to one side in confusion. “Goblins? How did goblins do this to you?”

He grumbled, his head hurting as he recollected what happened. “A bunch of goblins captured me, kept me tied up and kept making me drink this…” He groaned, feeling a tinge in his gut. “Stuff, I don’t know what. It made me fevered, made me weak, and they raped me. Must have been a month, or so, I can’t remember.”

The holstaurus nodded her head, smiling at the human. “Well, no need to worry. You’re safe now.” She gently put her hand to her chest. “My name is Daisy. You’re on my family’s farm.”

“Daisy?” Andrei looked up to the cowgirl, and nodded his head. “I’m Andrei. I thank you for saving me.”

She blushed and waved it off. “N-no, it was my dad that saved you.”

“Your dad?” He asked. He then remembered. “T-that man?”

Daisy nodded. “Oh, yes. We found you in the woods, and he brought you back here.” She then went on to tell the man what had happened, how her family were out on a family outing when they found him, her father deciding to bring him back, and even telling him of the ogres they came across looking for him. “Dad said that once you’re feeling better, he’ll give you some gear and let you leave.”

Andrei nodded his head, mumbling to himself. “Yeah, he seemed like a cheerful fellow.”

“H-he means well.” Daisy stuttered.

The man looked to the bovine woman, bowing his head slightly. “I’m sorry, if I put you in danger.”

Her cheeks turned pink, smiling softly. “I-It’s okay.” He finished his meal in silence, letting her pack up in the basket. She looked at him confused. “Sorry about the milk, I didn’t know you were allergic.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not. B-but…” He felt his stomach gurgle at the mere thought of that brew he was forced to drink. “Whatever they made me drink had milk in it. My body doesn’t agree with it. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Daisy smiled. It was a warm smile, one that actually made him feel better seeing it. She gathered her basket and stood up, heading back to the door. “My dad will be here soon. He wants to talk to you.” Andrei nodded his head, and Daisy opened the door. Instantly he noticed someone else was standing outside, someone who had their ear against the door, someone small with brown shaggy hair. “Mimi!” The little child ran off, the cow woman huffing. “Silly girl. I’ll see you later, Andrei. And get plenty of rest.”

Andrei nodded as the woman left, lying back into the hay with a sigh. It was odd to have solid food, and it felt like he hadn’t eaten in forever. His body was recovering, albeit slowly. He closed his eyes and did rest, but he didn’t rest for long until the door creaked open once more. He looked up, and stared wide eyed at a pair of hazel eyes looking at him. It was that little girl again. She was staring at him with furrowed eyes, her lip pursed. It was like she was glaring at him. She looked different than any other holstaurus he had seen. Her legs were thicker and looked stronger, even as small as she was and her horns were larger and more menacing looking.

He had this strange stare off with this child, before someone’s voice called out in a distant, calling the name ‘Mimi’. The little girl looked away, gave him one last look and made a huff, and left him.

That, was weird. But too soon did that door open once more. He expected the little girl, but instead the man walked in grumbling to himself. “Damn it, Mimi.” The man looked down at him, grabbing a nearby stool to sit in. “How you feeling this morning?” He asked.

Andrei nodded his head. “Better, thank you.”

The man waved it off, his expression serious. “Okay, you said to me that you were in an army, right?” Once more, the knight nodded. “Well, soldier, I want to ask you some questions, if that’s alright with you.”

“May I ask who you are?” Andrei cautioned.

The man nodded. “My name’s Felix.”

The knight curved a brow. “Felix? That’s a-.”

“Yes, strange name, I’ve been told.” The farmer grumbled.

“Are you Therium born?” Andrei asked.

The farmer gave him an odd look, his voice low. “Yeah…sure…Therium.” He then cleared his throat. “Listen, those goblins; where are they?”

“Why?” Andrei asked.

“They’ve been stealing from us, and we want to drive them off, or at least make a deal with them.” Felix said. “We found you by the lake, so we were wondering if you knew where.”

Andrei thought, shaking his head. “I don’t remember. Everything is a blur.”

“How many?” Felix asked.

“Eight, now. But, there will be more.” The knight grumbled.

“What do you mean?” The farmer asked.

Andrei looked away with a huff. “I was…thoroughly loved, by them.”

“Ah, I see.” The older man mused. “They’ve been taking milk for months now; always thought they were feeding their kids but-“

“Months?!” Andrei flashed back at the man, his eyes wide. “How long?!”

The farmer looked at him confused, but his expression slowly turned grim. “About, seven months now.”

“Seven months…” The thought ran around in the knight’s head over and over and over again. “S-seven months…”

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that’s how long they had you.” The farmer grumbled, scratching his chin. “Hell of a long time.” He watched as this blond haired man brood over his situation, how long he was held captive for. Finally, Felix had to ask. “What about the nagas?”

“W-what?” Andrei was brought out of his thoughts and looked at the older man.

“The nagas. You mentioned a village.” The farmer stated.

The knight frowned, leaning back into his bed of hay. “Y-yeah… A while back, before those goblins got me, I was part of a group of knights hunting down pirates. We anchored off shore here, and when we got on the island we were attacked by some naga. They captured us and kept us penned up…” He grumbled, remembering. “They…were considerably more hospitable to me then the goblins were. They brought me out every now and then to, well, use me. But they kept me fed, the sleeping arrangements were lacking but it was decent. I tried to escape, all of us did. The others were recaptured, except for me. Goblins found me.”

The farmer was quiet, listening to this story, before he slowly nodded. “Then, Seris must have been one of the nagas then.” He saw the surprised looked on Andrei’s face. “You mentioned her, too.”

He nodded his head. “Yes. She was the one that captured me in the first place.” He still remembered those eyes looking at him. “That was months ago, now.”

“Right,” Felix muttered. With a sigh the farmer stood up. “Well, you’re going to be here for a little bit, until you feel better enough to leave. I don’t want you leaving the barn, though. We’ll bring you food, and I may have some clothes that can fit you. Once you feel better, I’ll point you in the right direction.”

“To where?” Andrei asked.

“Hard to believe, and frankly I dunno if it’s still there, but I’ve heard that there is a human settlement farther inland.” Felix stated. “May be a good place to start off, if you make it.”

“Have you seen it?” The knight asked.

The older man shook his head. “Nope. Never been passed the mountains, truth be told. I have a farm to run, and a family to protect.” He turned to leave, looking back to the man. “Rest up.”

“Felix,” Andrei looked up to the man. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” The farmer waved it off and opened the door, just in time for a little girl to run away. “Junior! Get in the house or I swear I’m busting your butt!”

“M’sorry!”

The older man grumbled, and left Andrei alone.

~*~

Hours passed, and Andrei tried to get more feeling in his body. It still hurt to bend his legs, and he did attempt to stand up but found it to be difficult. He was recovering, however. Absently, he rubbed the scar on his side where the arrow pierced him several months prior.

Seven months. That still blew his mind. He’s been trapped in that drugged haze for seven months? He’s surprised he hasn’t died yet. He started to remember bits and pieces of the haze, vibrant colors and shapes standing out in his mind. Seven months of that? Now he was surprised he didn’t go insane. He wondered about the others. What happened to them? Seven months of being trapped in those cages?

Then, he remembered Marcus. The young man was probably worse off now, with that leg of his. And what became of Barossa? Did they catch him? Was he still loose? So many questions, none answered.

Seven…months…

He groaned and rubbed his head wearily. What about Seris? He must have broken her heart. And frankly, he didn’t feel too happy about leaving her either. Why did he leave? He should have just stayed there. He couldn’t beat himself over it forever. What’s done is done. Now, his mind moved to what Felix said. A human settlement, here on this island? How? It boggled him, but if there was a settlement here, then he could go there and try to plan his way back home. Maybe, just maybe, there could be someone there that could help him.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sound at the door, making him grumble. That little holstaurus girl kept coming back every now and then; just to give him that hard look before leaving. He wanted to say something, but he figured it was best not to. But, it was starting to get on his nerves, like she was watching him and waiting for him to do something. But this time, when the door creaked open, it was someone else. Someone he hasn’t seen yet.

The woman that walked in was plump in shape, and he expected them to have hooves but he was surprised to see that they had regular feet. Her ears were large and fleshy, pig like in a sense. An orc? She walked in, having a basket in her hands as she closed the door behind her.

“Hello,” She greeted him, kneeling down to him.

“H-hi.” He looked at the piggish woman, confused.

“I brought you lunch,” she opened the basket, revealing more bread. But there was more than that. He could see something else wrapped up among them. She picked up a piece of bread and handed it to him, also taking out a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” He took slow bites of his food, looking over at this orc. “I…I didn’t know there was an orc on the farm.”

She smiled. “Oh, there’s more than just me. I’m Feely.”

Andrei nodded to her. “Hello, Feely. I’m Andrei.”

“Yes, my sister told me.” Feely smiled.

Andrei stopped mid-bite, giving the stout woman a confused look. “Your, sister?”

“Yes. Daisy was here this morning, wasn’t she?” The orc questioned.

The man nearly choked on his bread. “W-wait… Daisy, is your sister?” Feely, confused, nodded her head. “W-who all is on this farm?”

Feely thought for a moment. “Well, my father Felix, my moms Abigail and Tipi, and my sisters Daisy, Missy, Blossom-.”

“H-hold up,” The man interrupted, his eyes wide. “Moms? You have two mothers?”

“Well, yes,” The woman said, still confused. When it seemed that Andrei didn’t understand, she explained. “Well, there’s my mom Abigail, and my mama Tipi. A long time ago, my dad kinda washed up on shore, where my mama found him. He was hurt, and they healed him up. And, well, he’s been here ever since; he became their husband and them his wives.”

The man furrowed his brow, returning to his food. “I see. So, Daisy is your half sister.” Feely nodded her head. “And, just how many orcs and holstarus are there?”

“Umm, about seventeen of us, with an eighteenth on the way.”

Andrei nearly choked once more. “Ye Gods! How long had Felix been here?”

Feely thought more on this, “How old am I… Umm, twenty summers?” She then could see the man’s pale face. “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine.” The man mumbled, returning to his food. Eighteen daughters? Felix is definitely a man to respect.

“How are you feeling?” Feely asked him.

“Oh, I’m feeling better.” He groaned and rolled his arm a bit. “Still stiff though.”

The young orc woman nodded her head. She reached down and uncovered whatever it was that was wrapped, and brought up some cooked game. Andrei eyed it hungrily, as she handed to him. “Here, I brought this for you.” The man took it and bit into the meat, sighing contently at the tender taste. “Dad explained to me that you were given nothing but fluids when you were with the goblins.” Feely stared. “Figured you wanted something other than bread.”

“Thank you, Feely.” Andrei smiled. The two sat in silence he ate, and he passed glances over to the piggish woman every now and then. There was something different about her. There was an air of uncertainty around her, unlike with Daisy. She seemed to fidget as she sat, her cheeks having a pink hue to them as she watched him. “Are you okay?”

Feely blushed, smiling as she waved it off. “Oh, I’m fine.”

“If I’m keeping you from something, I don’t want to be a bother.” Andrei said.

She shook her head. “No, no. It’s nothing.”

Andrei just shrugged it off and continued eating. Soon he was finished, and Feely packed everything up. She looked to him nervously, before she spoke up.

“Andrei? Who is Seris?” She asked.

The man pursed his lips, once more reminded of his mistake. “She’s a naga.”

“Was she your mate, before the goblins?” She then asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, she was.”

She nodded as well and stood to leave, when the bottle fell out of the basket and rolled behind her. “Oh, darn it.” She turned and bent over to pick it up.

Andrei looked over, and his face went bright red. The orc wore simple cloth garments that hugged to her plump frame. A vest tied in the front was on her chest, which seemed to accent her generous cleavage. Around her waist was a short skirt that clung to her tightly. When she bent over to pick up the fallen bottle, that skirt rode up, and from his sitting lying angle he could see her rounded and bare bottom, a pair of damp folds between her meaty legs.

He quickly looked away as she stood straight, making sure his face looked calm and normal as she looked over to him. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

Andrei nodded his head. “Yeah, okay.”

Feely smiled warmly and left him, and once she was gone he shifted his legs and saw the rising tent in the blanket. “D-damn it…” It seemed there was still some of that drug in his blood. And what was that smell?

~*~

More time passed, and after calming himself down Andrei lied back to take a nap. Halfway through his nap he was awoken by a silent creak of the door, and he looked over. Once again, he was having a staring contest with those hazel eyes. This time, however, he wasn’t just going to let her stare at him.

He slowly sat up, looking at the kid. “What do you want?” The little girl’s cheeks seemed to redden, but her glare stayed. He sighed and tried to shoo the child off. “You’ll get in trouble if they see you talking to me, you know.”

“You smell funny.” She suddenly said.

It was the first thing she said to him, and it was about his smell? He grumbled. “I’ve been locked in a cave for seven months; I don’t exactly smell like flowers.”

“You don’t smell like daddy.” The girl glared at him.

That was an odd thing to say. “I didn’t think I would.”

“Are you a bad guy?” She then asked.

He furrowed his brow at the girl. “No, I’m not.” He then huffed, lying back down. “Look, kid, can you just-.”

“Mimi.”

He looked over to her. “Fine, Mimi. Can you leave me to rest, please?”

The little calf continued to glare at him, before she slowly closed the door, and he could hear her run off. He mumbled and lied back down, closing his eyes. “Damn kid…”

~*~*~

can't wait

>>19323
First off, apologizes that I haven't posted in a while. I had a funeral to attend to, and I've been pretty bummed out since then so I hardly wrote. I did however get the next part done, but haven't gotten the next part started yet, so, yeah, it may be a little bit.

Sorry for the delay, I'm trying to get back to this as soon as I can.

With that, enjoy.

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Andrei awoke sometimes later, opening his eyes to see that the barn was dark. He didn’t mean to sleep so long, but it was a dreamless rest, comforting in its simplicity. With a yawn he sat up, looking around the darkness. He found a basket placed next to him, with it a lantern and a neatly folded pile of clothing. His dinner comprised of mostly bread again, and though he’s not complaining he hoped some variety. That was until he found something hidden underneath the bread, which was a covered bowl of soup. It was still warm as he held it in his hands, using his bread to soak it up and eat.

There was his bottle of water as well, and there with it was a much smaller bottle of milk. He didn’t know if he should try it, but it did make some sense that it could help him recover quicker. He smelled it, and it was enough for him to heave slightly, so he put it back and was content with his water. Finally pushing his basket to the side, he looked to the clothes. With a few deep breaths he tried to get to his feet. His body still ached, still stiff, but with some groans and grunts he was able to stand on unsteady legs. He was thankful that he was alone, looking down at his naked state, as he took slow and steady steps.

Surprisingly once he got moving around the pain faded rather quickly, getting more feeling in his legs, able to stand straight with little shaking. He turned to the clothes and picked them up. After being nude for over seven months, he was glad to finally have something on. The britches were loose fitting, the drawstring tied tightly around his waist. The tunic was airy as well but he didn’t mind. It felt like the clothes belonged to someone larger then he was. Or at least someone plump in shape. They were quite comfortable.

Finally, with feeling in his body and at long last clothed, he paced around the barn, and soon started to see if he could still fight. He lost a much of his muscles in his imprisoned state, so he needed to bulk up if he was going to survive this country. He found a barrel what held some weapons in it, possibly used to defend the farm, and found a basic sword, the blade slightly nicked with use. It was odd to hold a sword in his hands once more, just as it was strange to feel cloths on his back. Maybe he gotten so used to being naked?

He started with slow and simple movements, remembering his training from the army, getting familiar with the weight of the blade as he swept it in different directions, holding it to defend an invisible attack to counterattack his unseen enemy.

With his mind slowly becoming clearer from the drugged haze, old sense started to return. His sense of presence was one, one he learned at a young age when he was taken hunting by his father, able to detect hidden animals or knowing when to remain perfectly still or when he’s been seen.

This same sixth sense was slowly triggering when he became slowly aware that he was being watched. Actually, focusing more, it was a little more than that.

He cleared his throat and lowered the sword, looking to one of the dark corners of the barn. “How long have you been there?”

Daisy sat in the stool, a smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks. “Well, I brought you your supper, and I sat down for a little bit, ended up nodding off, and woke up just when you did.”

“So, you’ve been there this whole time.” Andrei mumbled. Daisy nodded. He felt his cheeks redden. “You could have said something.”

“Yes, but you looked like you were having fun,” She chuckled, “I didn’t want to disturb you.” The bovine woman stood up and walked up to him, looking at the sword in his hand. “Nice to see that you up and moving. Feeling better?”

“Much, though still a little weak,” The man sat the sword down and turned to Daisy. Being able to stand, he realized how tall she was. She had a few good inches on him. “Thank you again for the meal.”

The cow woman smiled. She looked back to the sword, then to the man. “Practicing?”

He nodded. “I’ve been out of commission for several months; I need to get back in order so I can survive here.” He looked down and flexed his hands, furrowing his brow. “Though, I’m not that familiar with a sword to begin with.”

“Oh, you prefer a bow?” The holstaurus asked.

Andrei nodded. “Yes.” He watched as Daisy grew a big smile and turned around, heading to a ladder that led up to the loft above. Once up there she started to feel around in a large pile of hay, even disappearing into it at one point, before she came back out with something wrapped in her arms.

She climbed back down with it, walking up to the human. “We keep this hidden, so Mimi can’t find it.”

Andrei cautiously took the bundle and unwrapped it. Beautifully crafted curved wood greeted his eyes, almost half his size with a firm grip in the middle. Along with it was a leather quiver of arrows. The quiver was a dyed blue color with silver accents on either end of it; on the bottom and around the opening. On the quiver was a sigil; a face of a lion roaring surrounded by a golden wreath.

He stared at the items in silence, his face stoic as he looked up to Daisy. “Where did you get this?”

“A while back, around the time the goblins showed up, Feely was out gather mushrooms.” The young woman explained. “She came back with this. She said she found it just lying around and no one was around. Why, is something wrong?”

He shook his head, smiling. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just… This is the same bow and arrows my men use.”

Daisy smiled as well. “Well, at least you have a piece of home then. There was a sword too, but Feely accidently broke it when she tried it.”

It only made him laugh. “Must have been a custom sword then; ours don’t break that easily.” He proudly slung the quiver across his back, adjusting the strap on his chest as he gripped the bow in his left hand. Now this was better. With practiced precision, he reached back and grabbed an arrow, notched it, and pulled the string back in one fluid motion. His arms shook, still weak, but he held firm, carefully releasing the taut string and returning the arrow to the quiver. He smiled to the woman. “Thank you, Daisy.”

The girl smiled. “Think nothing of it. You can take that when you leave. Consider it a gift.” Daisy walked over to the door, and Andrei couldn’t help but noticed the pronounced sway of her hip as she walked. She looked back to him, a faint blush on her cheeks. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

“Sure,” He smiled back, watching her leave. He then noticed that smell again. He didn’t know what it was, but it was an enticing smell. Was it coming from Daisy? He smelled something similar when Feely visited him. He shook his head and returned to the bow in his hands. He tested the drawstring more, pulling it back and releasing it. He looked around but didn’t find anything he could test the arrows on, but he didn’t mind. He sat the quiver and bow down and returned to the sword, and as he picked it up he heard a soft sound behind him. The door creaked open, and when he looked back it closed. “Feely?”

The orc blushed as she walked in. “Daisy said that you were practicing. I thought I could help you out.”

He was confused, but at the same time he found that it was hard to decline the offer to train with someone. Especially from someone who was taking care of him. “I…Sure, I suppose.”

Feely smiled and went to the barrel of weapons, bringing out another sword. She turned to him and approached. “I practice with my mom every now and then. I think I can help you out.”

Andrei nodded. Feely was careful with him, starting out with slow movements in faux fighting. She even suggested a larger weapon to help build up the strength in his arms. Soon, however, as she was helping him, she brought up an interesting topic.

“But, you have to remember something very important.” She said, standing behind him. He held a weighty axe in his hands as he swung in slowly, looking over to her. “You won’t be defending yourself from men, here. You’ll be defending yourself from us, from other monster-girl.”

Andrei mumbled to himself. She was right about that. Back home his major concerns when on the road were looking out for bandits and thieves and highwaymen. Here, on this island, he had to watch out for creatures that may or may not want to use him for pleasure. He didn’t notice Feely drawing closer behind him, her voice dropping low.

“Sometimes, it’s better not to fight, or not to run. Sometimes, you may have to rely on something other than combat.” Andrei stiffed when he felt the orc close behind him, hearing her breathing a little heavier. That smell, that same smell was back, and he could feel his cheeks redden for some reason. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to her, backing away. She gasped, her face a bright red as she quickly stepped away, her dark eyes becoming clear. “I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to… I…”

“It’s okay,” Andrei said to her, though still keeping a distance away. “I’ve been here long enough to understand, that you can’t fully control your desires.”

Feely nodded embarrassingly. “Y-yes… For most, it’s pretty difficult, and others refuse to try to control it.” She started to fidget once more, looking away from him. “H-h-having another man here, other than my dad… It… I’m sorry, Andrei. I-it’s just… hard…”

“It’s okay,” The man mumbled, though averting his eyes from the blushing orc. “The quicker I get better, the quicker I can leave. I won’t be a bother anymore.”

“O-oh no, you’re not a bother.” Feely stuttered. “I-I’m just afraid that… That I…” She mumbled, her face becoming red and her eyes going dark. Slowly, she looked back up to Andrei, her voice low. “Andrei… C-can you…” She slowly approached him, and he couldn’t move with those dark eyes on him. Soon she was before him, and he felt the heavy weapon fall from his hand. “Can you…Help, me~?”

“F-Feely,” The man mumbled, and took a step back. Unfortunately he stumbled over the fallen axe, and he landed with an ‘oof’ on a pile of hay. And before he could recover from the fall, the orc was upon him. She gently took his wrist in a grip and held his arms down, straddling one of his leg. He could feel an intense warmth radiating from between her legs, a knee slowly raising and pressing into his crotch softly, feeling himself already hard. “W-wait, we can’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Feely mumbled, leaning down to him. Her large chest pressed against his, her forehead on his as she stared deeply into his eyes, her breathing heavy. “I-I’m sorry,” Soft lips were on him, kissing him heatedly as she pressed her plump body against him. She shifted to sit on his lap, releasing his hands to hug him as the kiss deepened. Andrei was stock still with this woman on him, but slowly he moved his hands to rest on her wide hips, letting her kiss him. Slowly she pulled away, panting softly. “I-I’m sorry, b-but… I n-need this~.”

He mumbled, looking up at the young monster-girl, before pursing his lips. It seemed that, no matter what, this was going to happen to him often. And, she was right, about what he need to do. On this island, sometimes the best way to survive was not to fight or run, but to, as much he hated it, let it happen. Chances are he was not going to make it to that town without any trouble, either one where he needed to fight or something else. With his mind set, he slowly nodded his head, looking up to Feely.

“Alright…I’ll help you.”

The orc had a smile on her face as she leaned back down to him. She gave him a quick and deep kiss before leaning back, sitting up on his lap and she reached up to her vest. He watched as the drawstrings came undone, and soon the vest was off and on the ground, her large chest opening to his gaze. She reached down and took his hands from her waist and placed them to her breasts, blushing shyly at the man. “F-feel me, Andrei. I-I want you to touch me, please~.”

He gulped, and did as he was told. Her flesh was hot to the touch, smooth and silky as he rubbed her gracious mounds. On top of him Feely shook and moaned softly, her eye fluttering close as she bit down on her thumb to keep quiet. His hands massaged her, her nipples hardening to his touching, his thumbs brushing over them and making her jump. She leaned over, and when she did her large chest was close to his face, and he felt her fingers lace through his hair, tugging him urgently to her. He shakily opened his mouth and licked the pink peak before him, Feely making a shuddering moan, before making a stifled cry when he closed his lips around her, lapping on her softly. He didn’t know what the scent was that came off her, but it relaxed him, feeling his tense muscles lessen and his hands becoming more steady as he sank into the warmth of this woman. It was, peaceful.

Feely moved and shifted, leading him to follow as she lied back onto the hay, Andrei over her, his hands brushing over her breasts and her sides, over her potbelly, and soon on her waist. To feel the weight of the man on her, it was a very welcomed sensation. She didn’t understand why, but it seemed more like her body was moving on its own and wanted the man on her, rather the other way around. Maybe it was her mind becoming more lusty and primal? A spark went through her body when she could feel him, his pride stiff and ready as it was pressed against her thigh. She wanted nothing more than that inside her at that moment. But, even if she was becoming more lewd, there were still parts of her mind she was in control of, one that knew what she was doing.

This man was a guest in her home, a man who went through a terrible experience, and she is throwing herself at him.

As Andrei kissed he chest, he could hear her voice, low and teeny and shaky. “I-I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry…”

He leaned back and looked up to her, seeing her face such a bright red and her eyes watery. “Feely?” The girl seemed to have snapped out of her state, staring at him with wide eyes. “Are you okay?” The orc mumbled, averting her eyes from the man. She was so nervous. Why was that? Eventually, he leaned back farther, his hands leaving her body. “Feely, are you…”

She shook her head. “N-no… B-but… I, n-never…”

“This is your first time with a man, isn’t it?” The man asked.

Her eyes still away, she nodded. “M-my mama showed me how, b-but I…”

Andrei gave her a kind smile. “Feely, if you feel that you’re not ready for a child, then you shouldn’t push-.”

“I-it’s not about a child!” The woman made a squeak sound, her thick legs moving and wrapping around his waist, her hands grabbing him and hugging him down to her and closely. The man could feel his face heat up as he was once more pressed into her warm chest, looking up into her dark eyes as she mumbled. “I-it’s about… wanting to feel… I-I want…” When whined a little, her waist and hip moving around, and he could feel his erection press into her body, feeling her hot and damp, making both of them flush. “I-it’s not always about a child. I-it’s the desire t-to feel the touch of another… T-to feel a man h-hold you a-and… T-to…” Her waist moved more, making herself moan and the human to groan. “I-I want to…B-but I never…”

“F-Feely,” Andrei tried to lean back to speak to her, only to have her hold him tighter. “Feely, I think I understand now, but, maybe you’re just not ready yet? I don’t want to push you and I don’t want to be a bother.”

The orc woman looked down at him, a soft smile appearing on her face. “You’re not a bother, Andrei. I’m just sorry that I’m asking this from you.” Her body lessened around him, allowing him to lean back, but only so far as her legs was still around him. She reached out and took his hands, once more placing them on her body, on her waist and on one of her plump breasts. “Could you please…continue~?”

Andrei gulped. “Okay,” Once more he touched her, once more his hands gliding across her warm body and soft skin. When he rubbed her belly she made a soft coo, inciting him to do it a few more times, feeling a smile grow on his face. His hands were once more on her chest, grasping and massaging her large bust, making her sigh and her body to writhe slightly. A hand was on the back of his head, tugging at him urgently and he allowed Feely to pull him down, once more his face close to her breasts where he kissed them. Surrounded in warmth, Andrei relaxed into the woman, hearing her coo as she held up, combing his hair as he loved on her chest. A hand suddenly appeared at his waist, touching him through the britches, making his body jump. That same hand was now pushing its way through the hem to touch hot skin, and making him gasp, it gently wrapped around his length.

Feely made another coo, her hand caressing the hot flesh it had, looking down at him with darkened eyes. “Ya’know, there is more than one way to build up your strength.” Andrei looked up at her, and she leaned down closer to him, her breath hot in his face and her voice in a low whisper. “My dad may be short, but he is strong, and it’s because of my mama and mom that he is.” The human felt his face heat up, imagining just how they were able to do that. He gulped when he felt his britches being pulled down, feeling himself springing free into the cool air. Strong legs tugged at him, feeling his pride once more pressed into her hot skin, her cheeks becoming red but her smile growing. “Your training begins~.”

Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he was curious if his ‘equipment’ still worked properly. He’s been having nonstop coitus for seven months, as far as he knows. His face flushed when it occurred to him that now seemed like the best time to test them out, looking up into the lusty eyes of this orc. He hesitantly took his erect member in his hand, blindly trying to find where he was supposed to be. Soon he found the damp flower of the piggish woman, the merest touch making her shiver and gasp. Finding purchase the hot flesh gave way for him, slowly sinking into the silken sheath of the woman, listening to her gasp and her back to arch, her body shaking. She stifled the sensual cry that threaten to tear through her throat, holding tightly onto the human and feeling every little detail of his pride brush alone her inner walls. Andrei groaned, the monster-girl’s body squeezing him tightly but gently, sucking him deeply almost instantly as he bottomed-out into the young woman.

Feely purred when the she felt the man fully embedded in her, an euphoric sensation washing over her as that dreadful eternal itch was scratched. So this was what she was missing? She almost regrets not leaving for the camp sooner! She lied there and hugged the man close to her, reveling in the sensations of being filled with human cock, before looking down at the man. Andrei panted, a shock going up his spine. It felt like he was much more sensitive than before, his member throbbing powerfully in the woman. Those goblins really did a number on him. The woman gently caressed his cheeks, smiling brightly down at him, and the smile was enough to motivate him, his hips easing back and making both parties gasp and groan and moan, drawing away until only the head of his pride was in the woman, only to drop down to her waist, once more filling the quivering piggish woman. Every movement sent jolts throughout his body, feeling much more sensitive then what he thought, fighting through the sensations and trying to calm his body enough to last.

Feely’s head lied back limply as she moaned, her legs tightening around the human as his pace was kept slow but long. She could feel her body lessening, submitting itself to the feelings and to the man, her mind slowly going blank of all thoughts save for the mating. Her mama told her about this, a long time ago, how when that time came when she was with a man her whole body would get tingly and slack, yet taut and quaky, and how her normal thoughts would start to become incoherent and fuzzy. She told her not to be afraid of it, but to accept it. And like she was told her whole body instinctually tried to fight off the pleasure at first, but slowly began to accept it and even welcome it. Even her mind, which started off as a mire of confusing thoughts all reprimanding her that she is taking advantage of a guest and how she was sorry for doing this to the man, all became nothing but silent naggings in the back of her head, her mind now dominated with thoughts screaming out for more, mentally pleading with the man to fuck her harder and faster and fill her womb with his seed. She still had enough control to keep such lewd thoughts to herself, not wanting them to slip out verbally. She had to keep quiet, as not to alert the quiet home close by.

The last thing she wanted was her father coming over to inspect the sounds coming from the barn. She managed to let her voice escape in low moans and heavy breathing, while the man groaned into her chest as his speed increased. The fight of his own body was becoming an ordeal, feeling his muscle tense almost painfully as he kept a decent enough pace, enough to please the woman but not drive him crazy. The ‘special drink’ still had a lasting effect, and he didn’t know what ingredient to blame for this odd oversensitivity. It kept coming back to whatever that pink stuff was. The ogre draft was probably what kept his mind numb, kept him drunk and manageable. The spider spit, which he was still convinced was venom, was probably what kept him excited, kept him hot and erect. That pink stuff, whatever it was, was most likely the cause of his mind to slip away from him, to cause him to be trapped in that strange world of colors and sounds. It could also be what made him so sensitive now, his body still recovering.

He feared he may never recover.

He only hoped he could please this woman in his current condition. Though he still may feel wrong about this, he still felt obligated to give her what she wanted. As a guest, and as thanks. Looking up to Feely, he saw that she was rather enjoying this, her head back with her eyes closed and panting heavily, feeling her body writhe against him. The orc was keeping as quiet as she could, nipping on her lower lip to stifle a moan, but every now and then one would slip by, her voice wavering and shuddering, squeaking into an almost ‘oink’ like sound. He couldn’t help but find it adorable, and it spurred him to try to pick up his pace, feeling her inner walls tighten with a gasp. He felt like he wasn’t going to last very long, that all too familiar tightening sensation in the pit of his stomach, his body shaking and his breathing coming out heavier. He silently preyed to the Gods to last.

Someone answered him, when he felt the piggish woman hold onto him tighter, her back arching as she gasped loudly, her legs quivering around him at her release. Her muscles clamped around him, milking him and massaging him to his own ending, burying his head deeply into the valley of the woman’s breasts to stifle the ragged cry that tore through his lungs. Feely’s climax was nerve shattering at first, when she felt it rising and building. It was a familiar sensation, but it felt, heavier, in an odd sense. And when she experienced it, bright white flashes appeared before her eyes, her mind going numb as powerful torrent ran throughout her whole being. This was something she didn’t expect, something she haven’t felt since all those years ago when her mama was teaching her about sex, when she was first introduce to the way men work, sitting on her father’s lap when she was just a little piglet. What she felt was something that eluded her forever. It was not just an orgasm, but a TRUE orgasm, one done not by fingers, but by another, by a man. It was pure ecstasy feeling that, but it was only prolonged and intensified when she felt a curious sensation inside her, something very warm being poured into her farthest depths, washing into her core to stoke the fire within. This was something she didn’t experience with her father, something entirely new to her, one that, the moments she felt, instantly welcomed it into her body, that same warmth now spreading and consuming her.

How long was she in her little world of light and euphoria she didn’t know, but like all good things it came to an end, her body gradually relaxing and feeling limp as she held the human closely to her, and when her vision cleared she stared into the rafters of the barn and panted, her body damp with sweat. Andrei panted hoarsely into the woman’s warm skin, fuzzy unconsciousness encroaching in the edges of his vision, but he fought it back, shakily lifting himself off the orc by his arms to look at her. Feely returned his gaze, her eyes fogged and locked intently on his, before she released him from the tight hug to take his cheeks, bringing him closer to pepper his face with loving kisses. The human smiled and chuckled at the treatment, and soon Feely claimed his lip in a deeply heated and passionate kiss, her tongue prying into his mouth to dance and squirm and fight his.

When they parted, Feely once more hugged the man, sighing heavily and brushed his hair. “T-thank you~.”

“Sure,” Andrei chuckled, tempted to fall asleep right there on this plump woman.

But, alas, with a groan he eased away from her, his spent pride slipping out of her and making her gasp and shudder. Her hand snaked down between them to her crux of her thighs, feeling her wet flower, feeling the river of juices that escaped her, bringing her hand back to look at the strands of white on her fingers. Against her own will, her fingers went to her mouth, her tongue working to lick the salty fluid, the human watching her with reddened cheeks. So, this was what it was like to have a man cum in you? She most certainly saw the appeal, and found the present warmth within her womb a very desirable effect. But ever slowly her mind started to clear, her once quiet thoughts reminding her that she needed to return to her family. Her cheeks reddened as she removed her hand, suddenly feeling rather exposed without her vest on.

“I-I’m sorry,” She mumbled, standing up on wobbly legs.

“Don’t be,” Andrei stood as well, nearly falling back as he did and refastened the drawstrings on his britches. “I agreed to this. Do you feel better now?”

The question gave her pause, an errant smile appearing on her face. “Y-yes… I do. Thank you, very much, Andrei.” The smile quickly faded, the young woman’s face once more reddening as she averted her eyes away from the man. “B-but, I’m sorry, but I got to run.” She located her vest and put it on, turning to the man.

She was happy to see that the man didn’t see dejected by her rambling. “I understand; you have to get back to the family.”

She nodded, surprised in the man’s smile. She was about to leave, but was compelled to return to the man. She turned back and went up to him, suddenly taking him in her arms and once more giving him a deep kiss. When she parted, her voice was low, lusty almost. “Daddy will not know about this; it will be our secret.”

The man flushed. “Well I hope so; I certainly don’t want to be on that man’s bad side.”

Feely giggled, giving the human one last peck before grabbing the basket and heading for the door. She blushed, looking back at him. “T-thank you again, Andrei.” And she was gone.

Once alone, Andrei breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on his bed of hay with a slight groan. His body once again felt stiff, but this time it was tolerable. His practice combined with the strenuous ‘exercise’ wore him out, lying back into his makeshift bed to welcome sleep. But as his thoughts drifted, a wayward thought passed his mind, making him chuckle as he remembered a particular anecdote that involved the ‘farmer’s daughter’.

~*~

A shadow hidden in the dark waited for the orc to leave before approaching the barn, finding a crack among the boards wide enough to peek in. There in the dim light of the lantern, they could see the human lying back in a pile of hay, slowly drifting to sleep. It had witness the copulation between the two, a slight sheen of sweat on their body as they removed their damp fingers from within their britches, looking at the curious wetness they found between their legs. They didn’t understand why they got so excited in watching them, feeling their blood boil and their heart to beat harder, their breathing heavy. But, what it did know is that it set something aflame within them. Some deeply leaden instinct that was telling them to do the same thing with the man. They still didn’t trust the man fully; cautious of this stranger, but the instinct still tempted them. It confuses them.

Bright hazel eyes stared at the man, a red tint on their cheeks, before their eyes furrowed and glared at him, a slight growl in their silent voice. “S-smelly man.”

~*~*~

Bump!

Quite an epic you've created.

Now we're all monster girls at OP's mercy.

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i had forgoten bout this, bump for great justice

Nice to see the story still going somewhere.

Oh please more! This story actually got me to fap.

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>>19448
bump for attempt at revival, if you're still out there CC do no abandon this!

>>21067
Cosmic bump:)

>>21069
it had to be done, i check this regularly in the hopes it's updated and it never seems to be, so i thought i would throw it to the front in hopes he checks it aswell.

to the front we go in hopes of CC taking notice to my pleas

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Whats up man? Been a while eh? Say howdy when you get a chance. Ill have a new email for you guys at some point (deleted the old one). So if thats not up when you see this irc and you know the drill. i keep logged in.

i do not know the drill -_-

to the front again, so much damn loli on here need moar monstergirl

>>21338

NEED MORE SNAKEY-WOMAN!

Please help, Mr. Corpse, sir!

>>21355

Bumpety...

the struggle is real. bumping again

Please op write some more. All of my favorite writers are dying out and not writing (you too). You write so visverally and naturally and I absolutely love your stories. Please keep it up.

I don't like to be the one to bump dead threads, but watching this fall to page three has been too disheartening. Just not ready to give up hope yet...

Really hoping Seris gets some closure with Andrei. Seemed pretty cold for him to leave her like that.

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>>24254

Are you fucking kidding me? There hasn't been a new chapter in three years. Stop it.

well we're forever hopeful. 6yrs and still waiting