Monstar Saga: Exiled

by Eden Redd

  “Fucking fill me with your seed,” Onka hissed with a faraway gaze.

  Kavan’s control began to slip. He watched the insatiable goblin ride his cock with pure, unadulterated desire. It only further added to his loss of control. Kavan grunted as the last strands of willpower shattered. When Onka slid down to the hilt, Kavan’s cock thickened and white seed spurted.

  Onka let out a shrill cry as molten seed instantly filled her tight valley. She barely moved as another volley of spurts painted her inner world. Bliss and ecstasy crashed into hot bodies. Kavan held the goblin to him as she slowly bounced on his dragonhood.

  The beautiful goblin leaned forward, her hips and tight valley milking Kavan’s cock of every last drop of seed. Weakness caused the goblin’s thighs to tremble. She fell forward, landing on Kavan’s chest. The dragonkin held her to him as her hips continued to milk his cock and seed dripping out along their connection.

  The tingling sensations of orgasms dwindled, but not the fire that brought them on. Kavan held the goblin to his chest as Onka couldn’t stop herself from moving her hips.

  The couple laid on the bed, basking in the moment as the sun sank lower in the sky, painting the world in a golden light.

  Thirteen

  Misty gloom billowed across a dark landscape. Kavan stood, a low fog obscuring his legs from the knees down. The mist covered the dark land as far as Kavan could see. The cool caress of the low fog seeped into the dragonkin’s bones as he stared at the dark horizon.

  Storm clouds stretched across the black sky. Light flashed among the heavens. The scent of rain filled Kavan’s nostrils as he continued to peer into the distance.

  A bolt of lightning flashed down and struck the land. Energy rippled and arced, circling around a dark figure. Kavan’s eyes narrowed, seeing the electrical light leap along the humanoid’s outline.

  The sky flashed again, a thicker lightning bolt cracking the black sky in two and striking the figure as it approached. A dim, blue aura enveloped the figure, but gave no further details as they marched toward him with ease.

  A familiar feeling stabbed into Kavan’s psyche. A hint of confusion colored his eyes as he stared at the approaching figure. The mist began to part as the stranger walked closer and closer. A gleam of a hilt shined over its shoulder. Horns glowed with supernatural light. Eyes blazed with azure fire.

  “She calls,” a voice echoed through the dark landscape.

  Kavan took one step forward, the desire to know more propelling his second step. The mist parted as the two figures approached each other. Inky shadows caressed the figure, not giving away any more secrets.

  Kavan and the dark stranger stopped, a distance of forty feet separating them. The sky swirled with angry rage. Flashes of light pulsed along dark clouds. The tempo grew into a spectacular symphony of light.

  “She calls.”

  The voice was louder and grating on Kavan’s ears.

  The dark heavens exploded into several lightning bolts. They streaked down in a blink, slamming into the dark figure. The figure’s aura grew brighter before a mouth opened and a thick lightning bolt blasted out, crossing the small distance and slamming into Kavan’s chest.

  Kavan woke up with a start.

  A throbbing pain filled his chest and tired muscles. He quickly sat up and looked over, to see his bed empty and Onka long gone. The dragonkin lifted his gaze to the window, morning light spilling in.

  “She really doesn’t like to stay the whole time,” Kavan chuckled to himself.

  “Maybe she doesn’t want to get too attached? She might have been hurt before, or doesn’t have good experiences with relationships?”

  “I should ask her, when we have a moment alone again,” Kavan said and threw his blanket off of him.

  The dragonkin stood up in nis naked glory and stretched his arms over his head. The throbbing pain and sore muscles ebbed away and when his arms fell to his side, he felt much better.

  “I can get used to this regeneration,” Kavan said and scratched his butt.

  “Are we going to continue with our normal morning routine?”

  Kavan shook his head. “Not today. This place needs some furniture and I need to stop in town for a few things.”

  Kavan looked down to the floor beside his bed, seeing the pearl and little khess piece. “I also have to see Brom and give him his missing piece. I could use a new lesson. The dregger was strong and I barely won that fight. If any other monsters show up, I need to be ready.”

  “Do you plan to buy or make some furniture?”

  Kavan scratched at the back of his head. “A little of both. I should be ready to entertain guests. So far, all I have is a bed.”

  The dragonkin stepped to his pile of clothes and picked them up. He threw some of them on the bed, except for his leggings. He put them on while his mind swirled with errands he needed to run.

  Time quickened. Kavan was dressed and out the front door of the farm home. A spear was attached to his back sheath. Leather armor covered his torso, his satchel hung at his hip and a brightness filled his eyes. He made his way to the barn and stepped in. Stepping over to the vat, he lifted the lid and looked inside.

  The water was dark, but he could barely make out a humanoid figure within. They were curled into a ball, laying on their side. Kavan nodded to himself before replacing the lid.

  I’m going to need a few things for my taur as well. I can’t have her sleeping on the floor of the barn.

  Kavan turned and left the barn. He crossed his property, stepped through the gate and onto the road. Morning sunlight painted the world in a yellow hue. Kavan drank in the clean air as he strolled toward the southern gate of Moonvale.

  The gates were wide open as he walked onto the cobblestone street. Despite the small population, he noticed some activity of residents moving about their day. The dragonkin found himself smiling as he walked up the street and stepped into Shegga’s grocery shop.

  The shelves were filled with many items, from vegetables to everyday items for home. At the other end of the shop and at a small counter, Shegga leaned back in her chair with a romance book in her claws. She didn’t bother to look up as Kavan walked through the shop and stood over her by the counter.

  “Morning, Shegga,” Kavan smiled.

  The kobold put the open book to her chest and craned her eyes and snout up, an annoyed look in her eyes.

  “Morning,” the kobold said simply.

  Kavan kept his smile. “Shegga, do you have jewelry for sale?”

  The kobold lifted a boney eye ridge. “There is very little I don’t sell. I’m also the town jeweler.”

  Shegga was up from her seat and put her open book face down on the counter. She stepped over one pace, reached under the counter and pulled out a glass-covered box. She placed it on the counter and opened the top.

  Kavan looked down at the many beautiful pieces of jewelry, from necklaces to rings to earrings. Each one was made from a different metal and gems.

  “Thinking of spicing up your love life?” Shegga said with a sly tone.

  “Perhaps,” Kavan said and reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a pearl. “Do you have a necklace that can go with this?”

  Shegga eyed the pearl and gave him a small nod. “I do. I have a clasp that will hold it to the chain. It should be quick. I can do it right now, for one gold piece.”

  “One gold piece? I thought something like that would cost more?”

  Shegga shook her head. “If I already had the pearl, I may charge three. But since you already have the pearl, it’s a simple task to fit it and the chain together. Besides, I never want to stand in the way of the heart’s desire. Who is the gift for?”

  “You really want to know?” Kavan resisted the urge to chuckle as the nosy kobold.

  Shegga nodded. “I know everyone in town. You give them a gift they don’t like, they will reject your advances. If you give them something they like, they will practically throw themselves at you. Since you seem a little
wet along the scales, I thought I would give the town magistrate a pointer or two.”

  Kavan nodded. “It’s for Zellee.”

  Shegga’s gaze took on mischievous gleam. “You do have a keen eye. She is all about style and I think she will melt at your gift.”

  The dragonkin grinned. “What about Lorta?”

  Shegga sighed. “The troll doesn’t like shiny gifts. Farmer’s blood runs through her veins. If you want to get her something, she’s been complaining about needing new shears. Her bolids grow fur faster during the spring and her shears are starting to wear down. You can buy a pair at Durzol’s shop.”

  The kobold leaned and placed her elbows on the counter, right behind the jewelry box. She laced her scaled fingers and rested her chin on them with a knowing smile.

  “If you want to know about anyone else, it will cost you,” the kobold blinked.

  “Thank you, but maybe another time,” Kavan said politely.

  Shegga kept her gaze on the dragonkin. “If you want to get me something, books are always welcomed. Consider that piece of knowledge a freebie, just so we know each other better.”

  Kavan blinked, unsure what else to say.

  Shegga stood up and held out her scaled, three fingered hand. “Hand over the pearl and I’ll craft your necklace.”

  Kavan handed it over. The kobold picked up the glass case and walked back through a curtain behind the counter and disappeared from sight.

  Kavan looked down at the book Shegga was reading. It was titled “Love in the Age of Dragons. A tale of forbidden lust.”

  I didn’t know they had trashy novels in this realm too.

  Kavan tried to not chuckle when Shegga came out from behind the curtain, a pearl in a small metal clasp and chain dangling from a clawed finger. She stepped to the counter and placed the necklace on it.

  “One gold coin,” Shegga said simply.

  Kavan reached into a side pouch and pulled out two coins. He placed one next to the necklace and the other beside it.

  “One for the necklace and the other one is for you,” Kavan winked.

  Shegga’s eyes widened a hair as her heart quickened. She snatched up the two coins and quickly placed them in her pocket.

  The kobold leaned on the edge of the counter again and looked up with sultry eyes. “It seems you’re not as dumb as I thought you were.”

  “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Kavan smirked.

  Shegga slowly blinked. “From me? Yes.”

  Kavan reached down and picked up the pearl necklace. He placed it in his belt pouch, but couldn’t break his gaze from the small kobold. She eyed him with such a heated focus, he could see her leaping over the counter and attacking him.

  “See you around,” Kavan said simply as he slowly turned and began walking toward the entrance to the shop.

  “See you around,” Shegga whispered as her gaze fell to the dragonkin’s taut ass.

  Kavan stepped out onto the street and let out a small exhale.

  I don’t know If I’m a novelty or Moonvale is just filled with horny monsters?

  The dragonkin shook his head.

  We’re all horny monsters. It’s not that weird.

  “It’s really not weird to have a healthy libido and high sex drive,” Viz chimed in.

  Kavan stifled his laughter at Viz’s comment. He crossed the street to Durzol’s blacksmith shop and stepped inside.

  The orc was hard at work, hammering away at a piece of metal and sparks flying. His small, pointed ears twitched when he heard the door open. He turned and grinned as Kavan stepped in.

  “Good morning!” Durzol said with a hearty greeting.

  “Good morning!” Kavan answered back. “I’m looking to buy a pair of bolid shears. Do you have any in stock?”

  Durzol nodded. “I do. Wait here and I’ll get them for you.”

  A short time later, Durzol handed the shears to the dragonkin and Kavan was a gold coin lighter. They said their goodbyes and he left the shop, ready to continue on with his day.

  I’ll have to stop by and pick up my weekly payment from the mayor. It can wait until I’m finished. I’ll pick up my gold and head back home.

  A warm comfort surrounded the dragonkin’s senses as he walked up to the town center. The buildings started to become very familiar. The atmosphere and laid-back mood of the town crawled into his spirit. Each passing day made it feel more and more like home.

  Kavan turned onto East Street and walked. He eyed Sturdy Planks, thinking about the furniture he needed for his home. He mentally counted that he had about 14 gold coins left on him. The dragonkin wasn’t sure how much it would cost to furnish his home with some basic items, but he had to have something. The bed took a few days to craft. If he crafted everything else for his home, it would be another month before it was furnished.

  If Onka, or anyone else comes over, I can’t just have my bed as the only place to sit down.

  Kavan’s gaze shifted to the side, seeing the sign to Orb Styles.

  First, let me say hi to Zellee, then I can go shopping.

  The small attraction to the arachnix tickled the back of his mind. She was very eager and over the top when they first met. It was a little off-putting, but since it’s been a few weeks, Kavan wondered if she felt the same anymore.

  Kavan stepped over to the shop door and opened it. He stepped in and a small bell chimed as he entered. The door closed and he looked around.

  The clothing shop was empty, save for tables with folded clothes on them. The lighting was a little dark, as if no one was here. Kavan was about to turn around and leave, when a voice came from a back curtain.

  “I’m in here! Just working on a new piece. I’ll be right with you!” Zellee shouted from the back.

  “If you’re busy, I can come back?” Kavan shouted back.

  There was a moment of silence before the arachnix emerged from behind the counter with a wide smile. Long, spider legs moved quickly as she made her way down the wide middle aisle, her dark eyes locked on the dragonkin. She wore a flowing dark blue robe, covering her humanoid upper half and draped over part of her lower, spider form.

  “Kavan! It's so good to see you!” Zellee said in an excited tone.

  “I was in the area and thought I should come by to see you. I know it’s been a few weeks, but I’ve been trying to get my farm together,” Kavan explained.

  “Nonsense!” Zellee glowed. “We all are busy sometimes. I never took it personally.”

  Zellee’s eyes took on a hint of concern. “How do you feel? Nava told me the dregger hurt you pretty bad.”

  “It was a tough fight, but I recovered pretty quickly,” Kavan stated.

  Zellee nodded, her eyes never leaving the dragonkin’s gaze. “That’s good to hear and I’m happy you are well.”

  The arachnix moved a little closer, looking down on the dragonkin with a warm smile. “Is there anything I can do for you today?”

  Kavan smiled. “I’m going to have a taur on my farm soon. I’d rather not have her naked. I’m going to see if I can have livestock on the farm and I need some clothing for her.”

  Zellee nodded. “I have plenty of overalls for livestock. They often work best so they have easy access to milk themselves. They are also durable enough to withstand wear and tear. Livestock can be so unruly at times. I can sell you four pairs for two coins.”

  “Sounds like we have a deal,” Kavan smiled as his hand reached into his belt pouch.

  Zellee looked down with inquisitive eyes. Kavan’s hand stayed in the belt pouch, feeling like he was on the edge of a cliff.

  Moment of truth.

  Kavan pulled out a silver chain with a single pearl. He held it up, the pearl and chain dangling from a scaled finger. The small light in the shop didn’t dim the necklace’s simple beauty.

  Zellee stared down at the necklace, her eyes wide and face blank.

  “I found the pearl and had it attached to the necklace. I thought you might like it,” Kavan said with
a genuine tone.

  Zellee reached out and gently took the necklace from Kavan’s finger. She held it up to her eyes and looked it over.

  “Kavan,” the arachnix whispered and his name hung in the air.

  “I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t interested,” the dragonkin said in a low tone.

  Zellee lifted up the necklace and placed it over her head. It hung at the plunging neckline of her robe, the pearl nestled between her bosom.

  “It’s beautiful,” the arachnix whispered.

  Kavan was about to say something when Zellee moved to the side and passed him. He watched as her long, bent legs moved with agility, crossing the small distance to the shop door. A hand reached down and slid the bolt lock into place.

  Zellee then turned and clicked over to the wide, shop windows. The curtains were half-drawn, allowing some morning light in. She took hold of a drawstring and pulled on it. The curtains slid across and blocked out the outside world. When they were closed, the arachnix turned and faced the dragonkin in her shop.

  Kavan’s heart beat like a drum, seeing Zellee’s predatory gaze gleaming in the dark shop. His eyes slowly adjusted, seeing the outline of the large spider woman as she stayed by the curtains.

  “Vala has blessed our spark,” Zellee whispered.

  Kavan was silent.

  Long, spider-like legs clicked across the floor as Zellee moved closer. Her size and height towered over the dragonkin. When she reached Kavan, she looked down with a crazed look in her eyes.

  “Zellee, I thought we could have dinner sometime,” Kavan managed to say before hands reached down and slipped under his arms.

  Like he barely weighed anything, Zellee lifted Kavan up and they looked into each other’s eyes.

  “I’ve read so much about your people. The power. The majesty. The virile nature of dragonkin. It speaks to my spirit. I prayed to Vala to show me my true path and you arrived a day later. It doesn’t matter how different we are when we have the same kind of soul,” Zellee said with a sultry edge.

  Zellee spun around and moved with urgency. Kavan grabbed her arms, not sure what was happening until his back touched the wall. Warmth touched under his armpits. Kavan looked down and saw liquid webbing pouring from Zellee’s hands and circling around his shoulders. The white goo pressed against the wall. When there was enough, she pulled her hands away, small strands still connected.