Monster Fucker - Redux Ch. 02

"M. Miss," he stuttered.

Lisa shook her head with a smile," do you want to have some fun, Tzu?"

The boy gulped, his apple bobbing visibly.

Another stutter attempted to escape his lips, but he swallowed again and nodded.

Lisa beamed, pressing into him with her more than generous bust. The sensation of having someone's face smothered by her tits sent an eager tingle up her spine.

"Then let's," she purred.

It wasn't always that Lisa got to enjoy the act of dominating someone when it came to sex, nor was it something she was particularly fond of, given her history. The subtle art of domination, submission, and compromise were the stuff of contract negotiations and for the most part that was where they belonged in her opinion. However, there were moments they served a purpose outside the walls of clauses, signatures, and the other minutia of paperwork, and this was one such moment. It also didn't hurt that she'd not had a good lay in nearly four months and the deckhand looked more than eager.

And so, the boy found himself on her excuse for a bed with his pants off and her head between his thighs. He smelled of crude oil and sweat, and his cock lay limp on a mat of coarse pubic hair and a pair of lovely testicles. His member wasn't the biggest nor the smallest she'd ever come across. It was serviceably average and perfectly suited for what she intended.

"Mi, Miss," he started, a nervous hitch to his voice as he clutched his tunic.

Lisa looked up, her hazel eyes glinting with want," you want this, don't you?" she cooed, her hot breath tickling his dick as her hand gently fondled his pliant sack.

He moaned, shuddering from her gentle ministration," yes, I. I want this, but, but..."

"Sssshhh," she purred," then enjoy it," she added, swallowing his still flaccid member in a single stroke. The deckhand's anxiety would have left him as limp as a dead fish even in one of the Blackfish's dens, but as time passed and Lisa's tongue caressed his underside, teased his slit, and her fingers played with his jewels, he relaxed and his phallus stirred. And, in a heartbeat, it throbbed with need in the velvety confines of her mouth, and she let out a satisfied moan around his girth.

Drawing herself up his spit-soaked sex, she watched his face contort from ecstasy to a shocked gasp as she let go with a wet pop.

"Can't have you having all the fun, now can we?" She teased, sitting up on her bed.

"I.I," Tzu panted, his face flushed.

Lisa shook her head, reclining and spreading her legs," I need some work too," she said," so," she added, hiking up her patchwork workday dress to reveal, what was probably one of her least sexiest piece of undergarments... her bloomers. "Why don't you put your mouth to work, then."

Tzu gulped and his dick oozed precum," I.I don't."

She cut him off with another shake of her head," I'll tell you what to do," she beckoned, curling her fingers," just bury your face in there and lick like a dog."

He nodded, crawled between her legs, and started licking.

Lisa giggled.

He looked up.

"Take off my bloomers first," she said between her giggling fit.

He blinked, then blushed with a sheepish smile," sorry."

She smiled back," it's fine," she replied, coaxing him on.

And, so he obliged, slid off her bloomers down her boot clad feet, and buried his face into her hairy muff.

His technique was...passable at best, but his eagerness was promising. Besides, she was really too horny to care. So, as his tongue lapped at her meaty folds and sodden slit, she moaned, pinching her nipple, and let her want speak for itself.

He went at it like a promising student, dragging his tongue up and down her slit only to flick passably at her mostly ignored clitoris. She did her best to guide his movements. A coax here and a coo here, all wrapped up between words of guidance, but...

"Just stick it in," she breathed, realizing she'd be better off just doing it herself, no matter how horny she was.

He nodded, his chin slick with her juices.

He crawled up, thrust , missed, thrust again, and once more missed.

"Um," he started.

She silenced him with a kiss, shifted, and enveloped his penis with practiced precision.

"Miss," he gasped, feeling her fleshy walls around his member," I. I'm."

"Just relax," she whispered into his ears," and let me."

"Yes," he nodded still shuddering.

"Good," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck while she gently ground her sex against his.

Tzu shuddered each time his cock was swallowed by her pussy's wet channel. He groaned, feeling her body underneath him, and wanted to thrust as he was brought ever closer to the edge.

Lisa on the other hand wasn't having it. She held him tight, pinning his legs apart as she gyrated, enjoying the sensation of her clit brushing against his unkempt crotch. This was her first lay in months and she was going to enjoy it.

~Eliza

With her partner in dispose and with nothing better to do, Eliza strode down the deck with a bottle in hand and nothing on her mind but the need to relax. It was going to be a long... however it took to get the job done, and with her familiar ever in tow and the sound of gently lapping waves filling the night sky, she was content to enjoy the down time.

Downing a swig of the fruity wine she watched a spotted catfish the size of a small dog breech the water's surface before diving back down. She smiled at the sight and settled in to continue watching the waves when an annoyed grunt caught her ears.

Turning she saw the ship's captain, a man who was more tanned leather wrapped around a skeleton than anything else, curse as his fishing reel came back empty. With their eyes meeting, she gave him a nod and a questioning shake of her bottle.

He shrugged.

She smiled and settled onto the crate next to him.

It was always better to have someone to drink with.

~Alex

Feeling the last dredges of his dinner race out of his exhausted throat, Alex slumped heavily into his cot. His lips were chapped, and his stomach felt like an overworked ball of dough. He hadn't been able to keep anything down except the occasional cup of water ever since they got on the boat. It was exhausting and he was more than ready to get back on solid land and not feel like he was on the verge of throwing up every moment of the day.

What would James Think? He thought, a chuckle escaping his lips at the thought.

"He'd probably call me a lovable idiot," he snorted, causing a smile to cross his sweat-matted face. "A lovable idiot, what a..."

Another chuckle as the memory of the first time he'd been called so, flittered through his sleep addled mind.

"You're my lovable idiot," he muttered to himself as sleep overtook him.

~Alex/Eliza/Lisa

Alex let out a relieved breath as his boots met the muddy shore of Don-shin. He for one was glad to be back on solid ground. Two and a half days of throwing up nearly every meal he ate, was one of the many reasons he hated traveling by boat. He'd have preferred trekking up from Shijin and dealing with blood-flies and the other unpleasantries of the long walk, even though the boat ride had cut their journey by at least a week. Hopefully, on the way back they'd just walk.

He doubted it though, whatever the case happened to be, as fresh air filled his lungs he was once more glad to be on something that didn't lurch and bob to the whims of a river.

"You're looking better," a feminine voice said, interrupting his pleasant musings.

He cocked his head, smiling sheepishly as he saw Eliza. The freckle-faced woman smirked back. She was dressed in her usual garb, which meant a tunic, pants, and a pair of boots with more buckles than were strictly necessary. An overstuffed backpack was slung over her shoulders, its various pouches bulging with supplies and a myriad of knickknacks he had no idea what they were for. And floating just a few paces behind the slender woman was her ever present familiar.

He'd wanted to ask her about it, given that the woman didn't appear to be a mage of any sort or an artificer. Though the latter could still be possible. He doubted it though. Eliza didn't seem like the sort to spend hours upon hours fussing over cogs and gears in a cramped workshop. Maybe she'd stolen it or was somehow secretly rich. All were possible, but he suspected the former was more likely. He was dealing with hunters and adventurers after all. And their lot were...

"yeah," he said, shrugging against the heavy weight of his own pack.

"That's good, would have sucked if it were more than a bout of sea sickness," she said, patting him on the back," we'll just have to give you a tie-down, when we head back."

Alex's face contorted into something between shock, fear, and embarrassment as Eliza chuckled, before wincing in pain as Lisa flicked her ear lobes.

"Ouch, what was that for?"

"Don't scare our client," Lisa chided, placing a hand on her hip as she turned to smile warmly at Alex," it's a drink to help with the sea sickness," she added.

"Oh, I see," he said.

Lisa nodded," someone usually has some fisher leaf and water root in their stores," she added, taking in the trading post. Don-shin like most trading outposts scattered along the banks of the Rio de la Sol was small, occasionally manned, and filled with a charm of its own. In the dozen or so people meandering about the riverside outpost, one could have made a race soup. There were dark-skinned natives, almond-eyed imperials, a snarling elf arguing with an equally frustrated orc, and a dwarf chortling at the pair.

:Lisa shook her head. That was Don-shin for you, she thought, adjusting her pack," we should get a place for tonight," she said.

"Yeah," Eliza agreed.

Alex quirked an eyebrow," wouldn't it be better if we left now?"

"Not unless you want to be a panther's dinner," Eliza answered," it'll be better if we leave tomorrow morning."

Lisa nodded.

"Besides," Eliza added," I'd like to eat something other than fish and rations before we head out."

~Eliza

"So, you lot heading to the interior, eh?" McKayle asked between swigs from his mug, the froth staining his braided auburn beard.

"More or less," Eliza replied, downing the rest of her ale. The warm liquid causing her cheeks to flush, between the two of them they'd already gone through at least 10mugs of ale. It was always good to have a drinking partner and the ruddy-faced dwarf with his stubby limbs and gold-plated teeth was one of the few who could actually keep up with her. And, with Alex passed out in a food coma and Lisa already asleep, there was no better conversation in the small tavern of the trading post. A fact made more painfully so, given that there were very few people in Don shin at this time of year, besides McKayle was always a treat.

"What about you," She asked, starting on her next mug," you lot still trudging through the fangs?"

He snorted, blowing foam from his mug," like hell I'm ever going back to that hellhole. Nah," he added, waving his ring clad hand," me and the love birds be treading the talon's cradle."

Eliza arched an eyebrow.

He beamed, giving her a toothy grin, because with a flick of his wrist, a silver coin appeared between his sausage fingers. It glinted in the tavern's dim lighting and as he walked the coin between his knuckles before pocketing it again, Eliza saw the veins of opalescent crystal in its surface.

"Lots of shinys down there since the explosion and the Castillos cut tail and run."

Eliza nodded. They weren't much for delving, but money was money and maybe... She put the thought out of her mind, maybe later, she thought. If anything, it

would be fun.

"So," McKayle added, wriggling his overgrown eyebrows," ya wanna have some fun?"

Eliza snorted, chuckled, and shook her head," we both know where that will end."

He sighed, slumping before taking another swig," ya right."

Smiling," why don't you ask Tu'tick? Aren't y'all into that whole..." She trailed off making motions with her fingers.

He balked," only when they feel like sharing, sides tis no fun being the third pickaxe in a party of two."

Eliza nodded," there's always Shijin."

He sighed, drank, then grinned," ya right. With the money," his grin broadened," I ma fuck to ma heart's content," he finished, offering a toast.

Eliza smiled.

Their mugs clinked," here's to the Milky Peach and an orgy in a fortnight!"

~Interlude

Tu'tick, daughter of Gor'tick and mage of delving party 7, moaned, feeling her husband's lips on her neck, his teeth nibbling at the tender flesh as his raging erection pressed against her leather-covered muff and his slender fingers dug into her muscular bum. Like her the lithe, tall, fair-skinned, fair-haired, and blue-eyed elf, the orc called a husband was positively horny.

They always got this way after a good argument and the ash fungus dust rimming their nostrils wasn't making the situation any better.

"By the gods," she panted, feeling the wall of their rented room on her back, the near searing heat of his cock, and the sharp sting of his teeth barely nicking her skin," just..."

He licked.

She shuddered and he met her yellow eyes, his own as equally glazed with lust as hers.

"I know," Elandri, third son of Elandri, noble of the weeping court, and weapon's expert of delving party 7, breathed, his hot breath tickling her button nose.

"Then do..." She started.

He kissed her, their lips met, her fuller ones smothering his thin ones as her nubbin tusks poked his cheeks and their tongues danced. Feeling his heat like this always tipped her over the edge, and with her nipples pressed against his chest, her meaty fingers in his silken hair, and his hands running down her body, she burned at a fever's pitch.

And, with deft fingers better suited to a thief, he undid the laces of her breeches and freed her quim to their room's cool draft.

She gasped.

Like always, his wife was wetter than a lake naiad, hotter than a furnace, and the smell...

It was...

He breathed, luxuriating in her sweaty bestial musk as his fingers assailed her sopping pussy and their kiss turned ravenous.

Squelch.

He plunged, feeling her walls envelope his fingers.

Squelch.

She ground her thumb-sized clit against his palm.

Squelch.

She... no... they both wanted more.

Squelch.

His grip on her ass tightened and her hand landed on his pert bum. Driven more by instinct than anything, she called on her magic, casting what was probably the most useless spell she'd ever bothered to learn during her time in Bristin, Tasha's crumbling clothes.

Elandri was going to be furious in the morning, but with his tight pants nothing but dust at their feet, his dick was free, drooling, and more than eager.

Their kiss broke, spittle dangled between their lips.

"Fuck me."

He did.

Her sex parted and he slid in like a buttered finger.

They moaned, kissed, and rutted.

Each thrust rocked their bodies, her larger frame absorbing the pummeling his slender frame dished out.

It felt...

Thwack.

He hilted, his balls smacking her meaty lips.

Thwack.

She tightened her grip, digging her fingers into his toned ass and parting his cheeks.

Thwack.

His tongue speared into her mouth, his dick throbbed, and her cunt writhed.

Thwack.

Their loins churned.

Thwack.

She plunged a finger into his pucker.

Thwack!

He came. They came. He painted her walls with his seed, and she drenched both of them in her juices.

They panted, their chests heaved and bloomed with a fever's blush. Their eyes met again; their noses still rimmed by ash fungus.

"Again..."

"Again."

~Harold

The prison known as the iron peach or as most everyone in Shijin called it, high tower, stood on the western edge of the city, a constant reminder of the people who once ruled the continent before the imperials. The imposing tower loomed over nearly everything in the city with its obsidian like edifice, which drank in the daylight like some hungry beast, giving the already daunting tower an even more ominous look.

Harold had and still on occasion thought about visiting the prison, given the rumors of a vault full of ancient treasures buried somewhere in the prison's lower levels. However, staying wasn't part of his grand scheme of pulling off what might have been one of the greatest heists ever, and after spending several days within the prison's dingy cells he wanted nothing more than to leave.

After, his great fuck up, as he liked to chide himself about, he was dragged in chains, beaten, and thrown naked into a cell with the promise of an execution left in his ears. And he for one wasn't particularly fond of dying, no matter what the general thought.

If only... He grumbled internally before letting out a tired sigh as he ran his swollen fingers through his hair. He was fucked and there was no one but him to blame. Maybe...

He shook his head, groused, kicking a loose pebble, and winced at the pain smarting his big toe.

Coming down from the pain throbbing in his digit, he sighed and staggered to his feet. There was no helping it, he thought, pacing his cell, his eyes darting about for some sort of break in his prison's confinement. And just like he'd discovered at least a dozen times before , there was no escape.

The walls were smooth stone. The bars were just as solid with barely a hand's span of space between them. And the lock itself was another matter entirely. The damn thing thrummed with enough magic to blow a hole in a castle's walls. Yup, he was...

The sharp clacking of boots drew his attention as he paced about for what must have been the hundredth time that day.

"But, Madame," a frazzled man's voice stressed," the general ordered."

"I do not care what my husband ordered," a woman's sharp voice cut in," I will be seeing the prisoner. Now..."

Beatrix...? He thought, peering through his bars just as two figures strutted down the corridor. One was definitely Beatrix; she was dressed in her usual garb of a frilly full-length dress with her hair done up in a beehive. She was wearing less jewelry as compared to the last time he saw her, but as always her glamor was up when she was in public. The other figure was a rail thin man with gaunt features and a pair of spectacles too big for his pinched face and made his eyes look like dinner plates.

"Madame," the man started again, only to be silenced by a stern look from Beatrix, which could curdle milk.

He nodded a moment later before scrambling away.

"Beatrix," Harold whispered once the man had left.

"Harold," she sighed with relief as she attempted to hug him before settling on clutching his hands.

He winced, feeling a stab of pain from his blooded and swollen fingers.

"I'm," she gasped, stepping back.

He shook his head," it's okay," he comforted, smiling as he scratched the back of his neck," just a bit sore, that's all."

She shook her head, once more approaching him," you, it shouldn't be like this," she said, looking into his eyes," he shouldn't have been back for another week at least. It's all..."

"It's okay," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She sniffled," and now, he wants to," she added, her eyes watering.

"It's..."

"It's not okay, Harold," she continued," I'll, I'll..."

He was about to tell her everything was going to be okay, when another voice chimed in, turning his blood to ice, and waking fears he'd thought buried ages ago.

"My, my," the deep baritone voice mused," isn't that."

"What did I tell you lot," Beatrix snapped, whirling on the approaching figures," I told..."

She never finished as her body was suddenly jerked taut like a puppet caught on its master's strings.

"That's enough of that miss," the voice said, stepping out of the shadows, "I have much to discuss with my boy."