by Reed James
Have to keep a clear head, I told myself as I shoved down my hose, freeing my cock to bounce before me. The woolen pants slid down to my ankles, bunching around my shoes. I kicked off my leather footwear and ripped off my thick socks as I stripped naked.
I stood panting on the shore as the shadowy form resolved into a woman of icy beauty.
She stood slender, her breasts small but firm, her body lithe. She had a pale-blue hue to her skin, her body almost devoid of any color. Frosty hair fell about her delicate face, her features almost carved out of ice more than fashioned from flesh. She moved with a sauntering grace, bare feet stepping on the slick surface of the lake, her toes dainty.
“Mmm, aren't you beautiful,” she purred, her voice a chilly caress. Mist rippled off her body, from her breasts, to the tight, shaved flesh of her pussy. Fog spilled down her thighs along with her juicy cream. “Such a vulgar, perverted youth. I can feel your passion. You want to slake your ardor in my flesh.”
“Yes,” I croaked, taking a step towards her.
She turned and, with a beckoning twitch of her fingers, sauntered back into the pearly fog. Her perky rump swayed before the mist engulfed her. I groaned, panting, stumbling after her. I stepped onto the slick surface of the frozen lake, the chill attacking me.
I had to stay in control. To remember my plan. If I didn't, I'd be her next victim. She'd steal my warmth and my seed. I'd die gasping in rapture in her embrace, unable to stop myself from cumming over and over.
I was so hard despite the winter billowing around me, my dick almost burning in the air.
My lust-addled brain stumbled after the figure. She hummed an exciting song, a shadow leading me farther and farther from shore. Fog was all around me. I could see nothing but her. My feet smacked on the ice as I rushed after her. I slid and slipped, youthful ardor keeping me rushing onward. Shivers raced through my body. I needed to reach her. She had to be warmer than the air.
She turned and smiled at me.
“Please!” I groaned, my mind addled by my passion. “I need you.”
She beckoned.
I rushed forward and—
SNAP!
The ice broke beneath my feet.
I let out a startled gasp before all thought was slammed from my mind. Plunging into the frigid lake was like being punched by a giantess. The darkness was around me. I struggled, thrashed, panic surging through my heart even while my dick...
My dick burned.
Through my fear, lust shot through me. Bubbles burst from my mouth as I cried out. I stared up, spotting the frozen bottom of the lake. My rising breath hit it, forming strange puddles of atmosphere that slid along the bottom. I needed to breathe. The heat leached from my body so fast.
One part of my brain thought: yuki-onnas don't drown their prey, that's mermaids and sirens.
I kicked towards the surface. I had to find the hole I fell through. I had to get out before it froze over again. My lungs burned. My limbs shook. They spasmed. They didn't want to move right. I was going to die. Darkness fuzzed at the bottom of my vision. I needed to do something and...
Hands seized me, spun me around. The yuki-onna faced me, her icy hair billowing through the water, floating like the most beautiful silk. Her pale-blue eyes almost glowed as she wrapped her arms about my neck. Her lips met mine and she breathed into my mouth.
I shuddered as she filled my lungs with her life-giving breath. Was this how yuki-onnas actually killed? Did they lure men into frigid waters and none survived to tell it straight?
Her thighs wrapped around me. Her icy cunt engulfed my dick. She was so cold she burned. My dick throbbed in her as she held me tight, her nipples frozen points rubbing on my chest. They seared me with passion.
Her tongue dueled with mine as my warmth bled out of me. Her hips moved, pumping her cunt up and down my dick. It was heaven. I clutched to her as pleasure washed through my shivering arms. I gulped down the air she breathed in me, trembling in her arms. She held me so tight, stealing my life.
I was losing warmth.
That was bad...
My thoughts were sluggish.
My dick throbbed in her icy cunt. Her silky flesh massaged me, sucking at me. My balls grew tighter and tighter. I could feel it. As I died, I would erupt in her. I would give her the seed she craved. But... but...
Couldn't... die... Needed to prove... Be first... mage... and...
The salamander.
My eyes shot open. A final burst of energy rippled through me, the last reserves I had. I was under water. The frigid lake surrounded me, the depths inky black while bluish ice glowed above us. Her pussy worked up and down my cock, her hips undulating, stirring me around.
I ripped my mouth from her and hoped this would work under water. I gathered my mana and screamed out in a burst of bubbles, “Nujan rogil!”
I focused on my will as I unleashed the enhancing magic on myself. I poured it into me. The word I learned from the salamander surged heat into my body. I became enchanted by the element of fire. Wondrous, glorious warmth suffused my flesh.
The water around me bubbled. A roaring sound grew as cavitation rippled around me, the frigid water heated by my body's sudden warmth. The yuki-onna gasped in a burst of bubbles from her mouth that rose up between us. Her body spasmed around me. Her pussy clenched on my dick.
I kicked hard as I clutched her to me. I kissed her, her skin so cold against my body. It felt incredible against my super-heated flesh. I thrust my hips, fucking my cock into her icy paradise. That chill cooled my burning dick, quenching the fires burning inside of me.
The yuki-onna moaned into the kiss. My kicks propelled us to the surface. My head banged into the bottom of the frozen surface. I kissed her as the ice melted. I fucked her, shuddered against her as I rammed my cock into her wondrous pussy. She felt incredible around my dick. Her flesh squeezing and relaxing.
The ice parted over us. Our heads burst out of the water. The air steamed around us, the lake bubbling from my heat. She broke the kiss, her pale-blue eyes wide with shock. Her hard nipples rubbed against my chest as she trembled.
“You're hot!” she moaned. “You're so hot, human. So much warmth!”
“Yes!” I gasped, my hands sliding down to squeeze her ass. We floated there, bobbing in the water as her hips undulated and mine pumped away. Beneath the surface, I rammed my molten dick into her quenching cunt. Pleasure rippled down my shaft.
“What are you doing to me, you vulgar man?” she moaned, her arms tightening around me, pressing those small breast into my chest. “How are you giving me so much pleasure?”
Pleasure... would that work like fear? I hadn't come out here to fuck her, but to force the word out of her through terror. This was incredible, though. I felt her pussy squeeze around my dick. Her cold flesh clenched to my cock, the ice melting farther and farther around us, forming a pool of steamy water.
Her mouth kissed me. She thrust her frigid tongue into my mouth. She rubbed her frozen body against mine. The shock of the cold on my hot flesh was incredible. It was such a stimulation. The difference in temperature ignited my nerves.
It enhanced the bliss of fucking her pussy.
Her cunt felt better than any human girl I'd bedded. My hips thrust into her with force as my body drank in the passion. I squeezed her ass. She tried to steal my heat, but there was too much for her to take.
My fingers crept into her butt-crack. I stroked her, teased her. It was so incredible to feel her slick skin beneath the water. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick, massaging me. We turned as we bobbed in the pocket of hot water, steam rising around us.
I broke the kiss, moaning, “Mirandi's tits, but you're beautiful. Your pussy's so hot.”
“Your vulgar dick is stirring me up!” she moaned. “What are you doing to me? What is this pleasure?”
“Pleasure?” I gasped, thrusting faster and faster into her. “You mean your building orgasm?”
Her eyes widened. “I can feel that?
That shuddering bliss men feel right before they succumb in my arms?”
“Yes!” I growled, thrusting so hard into her cunt. My fingers squeezed her rump, kneading those firm butt-cheeks. I brushed her crack, her sphincter. “I'm going to give you such pleasure, yuki-onna.”
“Zakurima!” she moaned, clinging to me with passion. “Oh, yes, yes, I'm Zakurima! Give me this pleasure. I love it!”
“You love my cock reaming your cunt, don't you?” I gasped, water splashing around us as our bodies heaved together. My finger teased her asshole.
“I do!” she moaned, her pale face twisting with rapture. “Oh, human, I do.”
“Garin,” I gasped and then kissed her.
I jammed two hot fingers into her frozen bowels. Her frigid, velvety flesh wrapped about them. She groaned into the kiss, hugging me tighter, pressing those small, firm titties into my chest. Both her holes squeezed down on me. I pumped my fingers and cock in and out of her, reveling in the thrill of her holes.
She swirled her hips, stirring her cunt around my dick. She was so slick it was like plunging my cock into living ice. Her juicy flesh welcomed my blazing cock again and again. My balls grew tighter, that ache swelling at the tip.
I thrust my fingers as deep into her asshole as I could. She whimpered and broke the kiss, her head leaning back, white, icy hair clinging to her porcelain features. She shuddered against me, her head tossing back and forth.
“It's happening!” she moaned. “Oh, Garin, it's happening. You're so warm. I've never been so warm before. I've never felt so good before and... and... Yes!”
Her pussy went wild about my cock. Her frozen flesh convulsed and spasmed, milking my plunging dick. Her asshole writhed about my fingers, velvety flesh caressing my digits. I buried them deep into her as I fucked her harder.
“Tell me the word!” I moaned into her ear. “Moan it out. Let it out of your soul. Give it to me!”
“Yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Garin, I... I...” The mana in her body lurched. It flowed into me, touching me as she cried out, “Inēl!”
Another word of power.
My super-heated cum fired into her pussy. She gasped, squeezing tight about me. She moaned into my ear as her pussy convulsed faster around my dick. She sucked at my flesh as the ecstasy slammed into my mind. My thoughts boiled just like the water did around us. I held my yuki-onna, feeling something different about her.
Feeling like I... owned her. Like I'd...
“I tamed you!” I moaned out. “You're mine, Zakurima. I tamed you. I seized your mana and made it mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Such pleasure. Thank you! Love you, Garin. You're my owner.” Her cold lips pressed into my ear. She nibbled on my lobe.
I shuddered as my pleasure peaked in me. Her pussy wrung the last of my hot cum out of my balls. She clutched to me, trembling in my embrace. Her sweet fog still billowed around us. I stared hard into her eyes while fucking her sloppy cunt again.
She moaned in rapture as I kept thrusting away at her. Despite cumming, I wanted more. I loved the feel of her wrapped about me. It was this treat. This wondrous delight. I pumped my fingers in and out of her asshole as I savored dominating my first monster girl.
This was so much better than fighting them and killing them. Loving them was awesome.
Visions danced in my head. My own harem of monster girls to rule over. My ambition swelled even higher.
~~ / ~~
Zakurima – The Present, Outside Usain, Kingdom of Arthas
“He filled me with such heat it boiled me to ecstasy,” I moaned, trembling, as I rode on Garin's shoulder, my body so cold with passion. My frozen juices trickled down my thighs, the air smelling sweet with my musk. “And that's when he tamed me. Bonded me. It was a treat.”
“Wow,” Shiiza gasped. “That's so amazing. I felt that, too. I felt him hug my essence so tight when he gave me pleasure.”
“I had heard something about taming,” said Garin, his voice a deep rumble when I was this tiny, the vibrations caressing my diminutive form. “There's this island in the Zora Sea called Toshar. They have a population of docile minotaurs they've bred for their milk. They give it to the Ironfang Empire as tribute to keep the orcs from conquering them. They've closely guarded the secret to how they tamed their monster girls. Only place in the world you can find them domesticated.”
“They fuck them and make them cum!” Shiiza said, hugging Garin's wrist tighter. She trembled, a big smile on her lips. “That's so great and...” Her purple eyes widened. “Wait, wait, you can make your body warm, right?”
“Yes, he can,” I moaned. “He uses it to satiate his vulgar lusts in me.”
“You love my cock, Zakurima,” Garin said.
A tingle raced through my pussy. My cheeks grew chilly with my embarrassment. “I do not! I love you for taming me. I'm not some hussy.”
“I love his cock,” Shiiza said. “And if it was hot... Ooh, that's wonderful. I like hot things. Sun. Warm rocks. Fire. Ooh, you have to do that for me, Garin. Please, please. That would make you such a nice owner.”
Garin laughed. He stroked Shiiza's body with a finger from his left hand, making her body tremble. “I'll do it.”
“Yay!” she said as we rode from the village. Already, those who fled were starting to creep down the hill, returning to their homes, to see whom the lamia had killed while satiating their passions. What was it about us monster girls that made us kill instead of seeking pleasure?
I was glad I'd found a better way. To be tamed.
“So, where are we going?” Shiiza asked.
“There's rumors there's a dryad in the Forest of Harthil,” Garin said. “I have a plan.”
I groaned.
~~ / ~~
Sir Carsin – Usain, Kingdom of Arthas
I growled in disgust. I still fumed an hour after that damned mage walked off with the snake-harlot who ruined my armor, leaving me trapped on the ground in the wreckage of steel plate. The metal bit into my flesh. I snorted, ruffling my mustache.
I was a Knight Civilized. I was trained to fight monster girls, to put to death the verminous hussies, and this man walked off with one. My metal groaned as I flexed. I let out a bellowing roar of anger. I would see this traitor to all mankind destroyed for sparing the life of the lamia.
For strolling beside her like the trollop was his sweetheart.
A figure crept up at me. A young woman. They were the safest from monster girls. The hussies craved male flesh to breed with, and only killed women if they were exceptionally cruel or if the woman was in the way.
“You, find your blacksmith!” I shouted. “I need to be cut out of here! I have a monster and a traitor to hunt down!”
The girl's face paled even more. She turned and darted off, blonde hair dancing behind her.
Soon, I would be free. I would find my horse, Destiny, and I would track down that mage and that filthy lamia slut!
Chapter Three: Monster Girl's Naughty Passion
Kazzi – Central Kingdom of Arthas
The scent of dead fire filled my nose. The dry tang of ash mixed with the harder aroma of char. My thick tail twitched as I padded into the camp; my internal fires flared inside of me as I scurried out of the brush, the grass at my feet smoldering.
Smoke curled around my toes and then blew away in the gentle breeze.
The splashing roar of the nasty river flowed beside me. I didn't like being near so much water, and here two of them merged together. The larger Thorsten River I followed crashed into the smaller Harathil Flow. The air was wet. It kept touching my skin, the air wanting to smother my flames.
I breathed in the smell of fire. I had little to go on to find my prey. He had abandoned me weeks ago in that well. I only had the vaguest idea of where that bastard went. Garin... That disgusting human who, instead of letting me breed with him and burn him to a crisp, dumped me in the cold, dark water and left me to die.
I lived. I crawled out. I escaped.
/> I would find him. Burn him.
The wonderful scent of ash and coal and char led me on. Someone had made a fire by this nasty river. I crept forward and spotted the remains built in a circle of river stone. Someone had made camp here. I padded to it, the grass fading away to hard-packed earth. My nose filled with the wonderful aromas and...
Inhaled three new scents. One cold and icy. One dry and serpentine.
One human. Nasty. Evil.
“Garin!” I snarled. Flames burst along my skin. I knew that stench. He'd rutted here with other monster girls. He fucked them and not me?
Orange spilled across the darkening ground. Yellows and reds danced around me as I darted to the coals. I pressed my naked body down into the ash, feeling the temperature of the fire's remains, my breasts rubbing against charred wood.
My nipples tingled. The patches of my darker scales rasped while my smooth, ruddy-red skin delighted in the feel of the powdery ash. A wet heat built between my thighs, that urge to mate, as I wiggled my hips. I pressed my face into the cinders, inhaling.
I was two days behind my prey.
My tail twitched. “I found you!” My fires crackled louder, forming a new blaze. “I'll burn you! Leave me to die!”
The clop of hooves made me freeze. I glanced towards the road, spotting it through gaps in the brush. Metal jangled. My lips curled. I knew that sound. That nasty clang of a warrior. Of a knight who slew monster girls instead of fucking us.
My flames died. I pressed low into the fire pit, the glint of setting sunlight flashing off the figure. My eyes tracked the knight as he rode down the road. My stomach tensed. His armor would give him a buffer against my flames. For a while.
I could heat it up, eventually. But I'd have to survive. Knights liked to make forays into the Coppery Hills to hunt my sister salamanders. My lips curled while my forked tongue flicked out faster. My clawed fingers dug into the campfire as I tensed. Was he hunting me?
The knight rode by without stopping. He was following the road. His hooves drummed on, fading as he rode in the direction I headed. He journeyed towards the Harthil Forest. My brow furrowed as I hissed in annoyance.