Monstar Saga: Exiled

by Eden Redd

  Kavan felt dizzy, the food, drink, and wonderful company speaking to his soul. Small talk touched the room as bellies were filled. When the feast slowed, statues came out with trays of desserts from pies to cakes to smaller, decadent sweets.

  When the dinner was nearly over, Kavan grinned as Zellee, Lorta, and Onka held onto their bellies.

  “I’m not hungry anymore,” Onka said and burped.

  Lorta weaved in her seat.

  Zellee was still bright eyed as she looked over to Kavan. “This… was… delightful,” she said with a smile.

  The kitchen doors opened and Drayke came out. Everyone turned in their seats to look at him.

  “Thank you for enjoying the feast!” Drayke said and bowed.

  A round of applause filled the large dining room with shouts of praise to the chef.

  Kavan’s small smile faded as he looked at the blue and black scaled dragonkin. A stinging sensation touched the back of his head, something deep and unsettling washing on the shores of his mind. There was no way to define it, but something clawed at Kavan, unsure what to make of the man with the dragonkin skin.

  Drayke stood up with a warm smile. “I hope this little feast is just a taste of things to come. No rush to leave. Stay and enjoy yourselves. The wine and desserts will continue.”

  The dragonkin bowed once more and another round of applause filled the room.

  Zellee leaned closer to Kavan, “I think we should move the party elsewhere.”

  Kavan nodded. “I agree. Onka and Lorta?”

  The troll and goblin looked to Kavan.

  “Let’s move the party,” the dragonkin grinned.

  Smiles bloomed and everyone at the center table was on their feet.

  The wine and food affected everyone’s coordination. The goblin nearly crashed into Kavan. Zellee placed a hand on Kavan’s shoulder to steady herself and Lorta was singing a little muffled tune to herself.

  Kavan braced himself before leading the three women to the door. A statue held the front door open and everyone spilled onto the street. Laughter rose up into the night air. The air was still cold, steamy mist falling from their mouths. Kavan’s body burned hot, steam rising up from his body.

  A dreamy freedom filled the dragonkin as he and those around him slowly made their way down the street.

  I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.

  The laughing and giggling continued until they reached the Shouting Troll. The door to the tavern opened. Kazko was sulking behind his bar until he saw Kavan, Zellee, Lorta, and Onka nearly stumble in.

  “My friends!” Kazko said with glee.

  “Drinks!” Kavan grinned.

  “Spirits!” Onka shouted.

  “Mead!” Lorta laughed.

  The troll nodded and began grabbing at bottles, mugs, and glasses.

  The evening spun on. Laughter filled the tavern. The goblin hung off Lorta’s arm, kicking her legs back and forth, trying to swing her entire body around the troll’s arm. Kavan, Zellee, and Kazko laughed as drunken antics continued.

  It wasn’t long before the front door opened and several more townsfolk stumbled inside. Raine and Misty were the first to arrive, the brother and sister holding onto each other and laughing as they made for the bar and demanded drinks.

  Soon, Mayor Sunaxe, Durzol, and Dura arrived. They smiled as they were greeted with shouts from the tavern patrons who lifted their drinks into the air.

  The mood grew friendlier as everyone carried on in a drunken glow.

  Kavan leaned against the bar, Zellee next to him and one of her hands on his waist. It sank down, touching the dragonkin’s rear and giving it a squeeze. Kavan didn’t even react, watching as Onka danced on a table and Lorta cheered her on.

  “You adore them very much,” Zellee whispered into Kavan’s ear.

  The drunken dragonkin nodded.

  “My feelings are growing for a few people here in town,” Kavan said and turned his gaze to the arachnix.

  Heat touched Zellee’s pale cheeks before she snuggled her face closer to his neck. Kavan returned to looking at Onka and Lorta as the entire area turned into a visual soup for the senses. The dragonkin basked in the feelings of truly being home, among his people and lovers.

  Priest Raine stepped over and leaned against the bar on the other side of Kavan. He held his glass, his drink sloshing around as he too watched Onka nearly fall off the table and Lorta lifted her hands up to keep her steady.

  “Lord Cynder, good to see you again,” Raine said and took a sip from his drink.

  Kavan nodded as he tried to gather his thoughts through the drunken haze.

  “I know we were discussing having dinner together to talk about faith,” Priest Quickmoon said.

  Kavan watched as Priestess Misty moved to Lorta’s side and cheered on Onka’s dancing.

  “Yes… we are still on for dinner,” Kavan managed.

  Raine nodded. “How about tomorrow night? Misty and I can bring a dish?”

  Kavan fought against the slow inertia of the drinks. The room began to tilt. Zellee’s hand and the bar were the only things keeping him steady.

  “Yes,” Kavan slurred.

  “Excellent! We will be at your home close to sundown. We look forward to an open and honest discussion about faith,” Raine said and took a long sip of his drink.

  Kavan slowly blinked, darkness filling his gaze and then dim light appearing. Laughter, dancing, and gentle touches caused him to fall into a trance, barely keeping himself standing.

  “Kavan… I think… you need to drink… some water,” Viz said in slow motion.

  Kavan nodded as a robed figure stepped right into his field of vision. The cloaked figure moved slowly in front of Onka’s antics. The hooded figure turned their head slightly, half of a skeletal face peering directly into Kavan’s slitted eyes.

  The dragonkin was frozen, unsure if what he was seeing was real or imagined.

  “The dead and history have been cleansed,” whispered the cloaked figure.

  Kavan’s eyes grew heavy and closed shut. The drunken haze lifted slightly as his heart pumped hard in his chest. The inebriation pulled back and he opened his eyes once again.

  Priestess Misty and Lorta danced on either side of the table Onka was dancing on. Kavan looked around, trying to find the cloaked figure and not seeing them. He only saw the people in the tavern as they laughed and danced.

  “Kavan, are you okay?” Zellee asked with concern.

  “Too much food and drink,” Kavan said as he stood straighter and tried to push away the hazy effects.

  Zellee eyed the dragonkin for a moment before an intention filled her gaze.

  “Onka, Lorta, let’s go,” Zellee said firmly.

  The goblin and troll stopped dancing and looked to the arachnix. Their gaze shifted to Kavan as his eyes slowly opened and closed.

  Onka flipped off the table and landed by them. Lorta made her way closer to the small group. Priestess Quickmoon took a long, deep sip from her drink and continued to dance by herself.

  Zellee’s arm coiled around Kavan’s arm. She gently pulled him with her arm while taking out a small stack of gold coins and placing them on the bar top. Kazko grinned as he scooped up the coins and bid them farewell.

  The front door to the Shouting Troll opened and four figures spilled out. Onka and Lorta laughed and giggled, thick as thieves. Zellee looked to Kavan as she led him along. They moved easily across the street and down a few empty storefronts until they reached the Blue Lantern. When they moved toward the entrance, Kavan’s mind and body began to sober up a touch.

  “Staying the night,” Kavan said more as a statement than a question.

  Zellee was silent, gently pulling him along until they reached the door and opened it.

  Rujin sat in a chair, a glass of wine on the table beside him and a book in his large blue hands. He glanced up to Zellee, Kavan, Onka, and Lorta as they came in. The inn owner stood up and greeted them with a welcoming smile.
/>   “Welcome to the Blue Lantern” Rujin said like he rehearsed it all his life.

  “We would like the master suite for the night,” Zellee smiled.

  Rujin looked at the small group and gave Kavan a knowing nod. He then turned his attention to Zellee and bowed.

  “It’s available. Anything I can bring to make tonight more comfortable?” Rujin asked.

  “Wine!” Onka shouted.

  “Mead!” Lorta shouted.

  “Both,” Zellee said with a wry smirk.

  “I’ll have it brought up to you,” Rujin said as he moved behind a counter and reached down.

  The troll stood up and walked back to them, a key in his hand. He handed it over to the arachnix. Zellee handed him a small stack of coins. Rujin grinned and bowed to them.

  The arachnix began walking, her spider legs moving with graceful dexterity. The group moved to the stairs and began to climb them, Zellee holding Kavan steady.

  The corridor shifted from left to right as Kavan fought through the drunken haze. Every step caused him to fight to regain his senses.

  “Vala smiles on us tonight,” Zellee whispered to the dragonkin.

  “She’s a goddess?” Kavan asked in a low tone.

  “The goddess of lust and love. She is part of the old gods, but we can pray to some of the other ones. Hexnia comes to mind.”

  Kavan stood straighter, his wits returning. “Who’s Hexnia?”

  “The goddess of lust and madness. A demonic deity who enjoys pushing the boundaries of pleasure to the very edge. They say, if you pray hard enough to her, you can see beyond the veil of reality, or die from exhaustion. Either way, she welcomes you with open arms.”

  The dragonkin looked at the pale spider woman. “Isn’t worshipping the old gods against the doctrine of the new dragon gods?”

  Zellee moved her lips close to Kavan’s ear, “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. In Moonvale, we follow who we wish. Tell me Kavan, who do you wish to follow tonight? Vala or Hexnia?”

  A familiar shadow slipped across Kavan’s mind, spirit, and body. It whispered to him of madness. The pain he felt in his former life pushed him to reach new levels of ecstasy, a reprieve from the endless torment of his body. Moments glowed in his memory, of seeing more than what was actually there and wanting more.

  “Hexnia,” Kavan said with a harsh whisper.

  Zellee looked over her shoulder to Onka and Lorta. “Tonight, we pray to Hexnia.”

  Lorta gave a not so innocent smile. Onka’s eyes widened a little and her gaze fell to the floor.

  The foursome made it to the end of the corridor. Zellee opened the door and guided Kavan in. Lorta and Onka followed, the troll closing the door behind them.

  The room was large, with three bay windows and velvet blue curtains. The spacious chamber had a seating area with several chairs, a small table and many paintings on the walls. An immense bed took up the middle of the room, big enough to accommodate any sized guest or guests. A dresser and full-length mirror stood to the side and an open door led to a large water closest.

  Kavan’s senses detected the shift in scents in the air. He breathed it in deep, desire dripping all around him. It further pushed away the haze, his senses returning but his body was still relaxed.

  A knock on the door caused Lorta to move to it. She opened it slightly, Rujin handing her bottles and trying to look in. The troll snatched the bottles and bid the inn owner goodnight before slamming the door in his face.

  Lorta moved to the table and chairs, seeing glass cups already on the table. She popped corks to all three bottles and began pouring wine into three glasses and mead into the fourth glass. Placing the bottles by the glasses, she picked them up and moved to the center of the room, handing a glass to each one present.

  Zellee, Lorta, and Onka took deep sips from their glasses. Kavan eyed his drink, unsure if he wanted to continue drinking.

  The arachnix moved closer to the dragonkin. She eyed the glass in his hand and saw that he wasn’t drinking. She gently took the glass from him and stepped over to the small table. She put down both glasses and then reached up to the front of her robe.

  Onka looked at Kavan. The dragonkin moved to the edge of the bed and sat on it. Slitted eyes took on a hungry gleam as he eyed the three women in the room. The goblin’s heart beat like a drum in her chest, staring at the strong dragonkin as sanity seemed to slip away from his gaze.

  “We are all friends here,” Zellee said as she turned her entire body around and faced Kavan, her robe open down the middle.

  Kavan looked at the beautiful arachnix. Her pale skin glowed in the dim lantern light. The inner sides of her breasts were exposed. Nipples pointed, barely covered by the elegant robe. Kavan’s eyes travelled down, seeing her smooth skin and stomach. When he reached her hips, he saw that her womanhood was a hairless pink slit. Slightly lower, her body bloomed out to spider legs and black abdomen.

  The dragonkin stared, drinking in her beauty. Its song curled along him as he saw a dreamy spider goddess. It was at that moment his overpowering urges and hunger howled for more.

  Kavan grabbed at his own shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. His muscular form gave off a heated haze. It moved with defined rugged beauty as he kicked off his boots and pulled off his leather leggings.

  Zellee moved closer, her robe moving and exposing a pert nipple. She looked down at the dragonkin’s standing and firm red dragonhood. It throbbed with need and bounced to her gaze.

  “I dream of your taste,” Zellee said and lowered herself down.

  Kavan watched like a serpent, Zellee leaning forward and licking his standing member. Her entire body nearly flattened against the floor. The arachnix’s tongue slathered up and down Kavan’s member with small moans rising up from her throat.

  Lorta watched with interested eyes. The troll put down her empty glass and took hold of her dress. She pulled at it, a relief filling her eyes as she was finally out of it. It fell to the floor, her womanly form nude. The troll made her way to a chair, turned it so it faced Kavan and Zellee. She sat down and watched them, her hand gliding down her inner thigh and touching herself. Her eyes half-closed in dreamy bliss as she rubbed at her trollhood, massaging herself as wetness was already beginning to flow.

  Onka stood like a short statue. The goblin eyed Zellee licking Kavan before looking at Lorta enjoying the moment. The heated mood sank into her own senses and wetness bloomed between her legs. The dripping heat swirled into her stomach. When she looked into Kavan's slitted eyes, she saw that he was staring right at her. His gaze seemed to penetrate her soul and a sinister smirk filled his features.

  The goblin found it difficult to stand. She made her way over to Lorta’s side. Onka clumsily grabbed at her own dress, pulling it down and nearly tripping. The piece of tight fabric was pulled free and she stumbled to Lorta’s side.

  The troll watched Kavan and Zellee, her fingers making small circular motions between her parted thighs. A sultry moan dripped from her parted lips and the troll found it difficult to look away.

  Onka moved to the troll and fell to her knees between Lorta’s thick thighs. “Hexnia, watch over us.”

  Lorta looked down as Onka pulled the troll's hand away. Her green lips kissed at the troll’s wet womanhood a few times before the goblin buried her head between Lorta’s warm, blue thighs. Lorta gasped as the goblin licked and slathered at her like a wild beast.

  Moans filled the room. Kavan looked down as Zellee engulfed the tip of his cock and gently sucked. Firm lips moved along the head. Pale hands touched Kavan’s strong thighs as Zellee’s head bobbed. Muffled moans grew as lips smoothed over raised veins, taking a few more inches at a time.

  Kavan’s fingers slipped into Zellee’s long, black hair. He watched her with proud eyes, seeing her taking more and more. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat and she moaned louder, vibrations running along the thick shaft.

  Kavan’s thoughts twisted along his mind as pleas
ure ran up and down his cock. The shadow grew, touching every part of his mind and heart. The wild adventures he often had in private worlds began to bleed back into him. Its song grew to a fevered pitch, almost matching the tempo of Zellee’s expert skill.

  Yellow slitted eyes glowed as Kavan watched the arachnix. “It’s good to know your place,” Kavan’s voice was deep and commanding.

  Onka slathered at Lorta until her ears perked up. Kavan’s words struck her hard, her heart quickening in her chest. The goblin’s eyes rolled into her head as she once again buried her head between Lorta’s thighs.

  Lorta let out a small whimper, the goblin licking her just the right way. Honey spilled from her trollhood as she turned her gaze down to the naked goblin. Onka’s eyes closed as she licked, her tongue snaking along the troll’s clit and teasing it. A heat burst from the goblins' body, warming Lorta’s already warm inner thighs.

  “Onka… I’m,” was all Lorta could say before her head fell back against the chair and let out a deep, blissful moan.

  Onka continued licking the troll into submission as Lorta let out ragged breaths. The troll trembled and shuddered, unable to stop the flood of bliss as she practically drowned in it. Lorta’s hands clutched at the chair’s armrests and they creaked to her strength as she was trapped by Onka's masterful skill.

  Zellee pulled her head up and took hold of Kavan’s member. She stroked it as she looked up with lustful eyes.

  “Yes, master,” Zellee said in a sultry whisper. “I live to serve.”

  Kavan’s eyes took on a wicked gleam. “What do you desire?”

  “To serve you. To take away the pain and feel bliss once again,” Zellee said with a desperate tone.

  “Show me how you take away the pain,” Kavan said darkly.

  Zellee nodded as she lifted her body up a little. She pulled her hand away from Kavan’s member, running both of her hands down her womanhood and fingers curling. She spread her pink slit and two fingers massaged her clit. They pressed and swirled. Zellee looked down at herself in shame, unable to stop the magical swirl to open the doors to paradise.

  Kavan took hold of his own cock with confidence in his eyes. He slowly stroked himself, watching Zellee break down her own walls and pleasuring herself to his gaze.