Taming the Naughty Monster Girls

by Reed James

  In his hand he held a spear, the leaf-shaped blade ending in a sharp point. He hefted it, aiming it at me.

  “I found you, harlot!” he snarled.

  I squeaked in fright as he threw the spear at me.

  Chapter Four: Naughty Lamia's Knightly Surprise

  Garin – One Day South of the Forest of Harthil, Kingdom of Arthas

  Zakurima, my yuki-onna monster girl, trembled beneath me. Her chilly body felt wonderful against my heat-enchanted flesh. She clung to me, her small breasts hard points, her glacial-blue hair spread across the bedroll as she squirmed beneath me. Her frigid pussy practically burned around my cock, so cold it felt incredible as I plunged over and over into her sloppy depths.

  Her pale-blue eyes shuddered with delight. Mist rolled off her snowy skin, spilling around us as she shuddered. The fog smelled so sweet, carrying the intoxicating scent of her pussy. I groaned, the scent inspiring my dick to keep pumping away at her.

  “Oh, yes, my Garin!” she moaned, clutching me, her frozen fingers tracing across my back. Wherever she touched me, made me feel amazing.

  I thrust my cock hard and fast into her juicy pussy. Her sheath struggled to drink in my cock's heat with every plunge. She whimpered, hungry for it. Her pussy clamped down around me, her hips stirring back and forth, the pleasure spilling through me.

  I groaned and kissed her. I thrust hard into her. I pumped away with powerful strokes. I buried into her. She groaned, her passion echoing through the night. She gripped me in her tight sheath, her icy embrace sucking at my fires.

  But she couldn't drain my heat. She couldn't kill me like a yuki-onna normally would.

  It was how I tamed her. I gave her pleasure and, thanks to my magic, survived her embrace.

  I kissed her, my tongue probing into her mouth. She whimpered beneath me, her body undulating, stirring her pussy around my cock. Her thighs gripped me, her frozen, yet soft, skin rubbing up and down my waist.

  A shriek echoed. Hissing in fear.

  I broke the kiss, glancing at the cattail fronds that hid the Harathil Flow from my sight. My other monster girl, my sexy lamia, had gone for a swim. She needed to cool off after drinking in too much heat from my body. A cold-blooded beauty, the half-snake monster girl couldn't control her temperature.

  She shrieked again.

  “Oh, what is that brat up to?” Zakurima moaned as I rose from her. “Don't go, please, I'm so close.” An ice-blue blush burned across her cheeks. “Please, please, I'm being your slut right now, Garin.”

  I didn't want to get up;her pussy felt so incredible. Maybe Shiiza was just being a brat. She could do that sometimes, but...

  “I'm almost there, Garin,” moaned my yuki-onna, her pussy clamping down around my dick, that ache building and building at the tip of my cock as I thrust hard into her.

  ~~ / ~~

  Shiiza

  I shrieked as the spear hurtled by that nasty, mean knight soared at me.

  I dove beneath the Harathil Flow, my purple tail propelling me underwater in sinuous shifts. I dove to the muddy bottom, skimming over it. I heard the spear slam into the water behind me, the plunge muffled and low. I shuddered and broke the surface.

  “Garin! Garin!” I cried out as I burst out of the water. “That meanie knight is back.”

  “Vile temptress!” howled the man. His coat of linked chains jingled as he charged down to the shore. I glared at him.

  This time he wasn't wearing that thick plate armor. I must have ruined it when I squeezed it around him. He was so annoying. “You're a big, dumb poopy head!” I hissed at him. “Ooh, you make me so mad! I just wanted to mate with you!”

  “I will carve you in half, hussy!” he roared back.

  “Hussy!” I hissed. My tongue flicked out as my serpentine tail propelled me across the river at him. “Oooh, you are such a nasty man! I'm going to crush you! I won't even try to mate you! I'm all Garin's now! I don't need your little cock or your icky seed!”

  I dove beneath the water again, swimming at him. I would burst out of the river and surprise him. He would be so shocked to see me. I shuddered in delight, the water streaming past my breasts as my hips wiggled, flicking my long tail behind me.

  I was having so much fun in the river, and then he interrupted me and ruined it.

  I burst out of the water right before him, launching at him. I stared at his dark face and bushy mustache—which was just the most disgusting thing he could have; it looked like a fuzzy caterpillar had died on his stupid face—as I hissed in fury. My fingers reached out, my purple claws eager to scratch him and—

  The sharp rasp of metal sliding on leather filled the air. His sword whipped out of his scabbard, the bright metal slashing at me, reflecting the moonlight above. I gasped in shock as the blade hurtled at my side.

  “Garin!” I shrieked in terror.

  ~~ / ~~

  Sir Carsin

  My sword hurtled at the vile lamia as she shrieked that traitorous mage's name.

  She ducked beneath it, bending her flexible body at the last moment, driving her human half into the mud at my feet. My sword sliced over her, almost cutting her upthrust buttocks. She had a human's curving rump that turned into the purple scales of her lower half, a long, serpentine coil that had crushed my plate armor.

  It would cost me a fortune to have it repaired.

  “Wanton slut!” I growled, shifting my stance and reversing my blade to stab down at her.

  Her tail swung at me even as she rolled on the mud, her tits flashing into view coated in muck. I leaped back, mobile in my chainmail coat. It jangled as I retreated up the riverbank, dodging her bludgeoning attack.

  I stabbed at her.

  She slithered out of the way, her serpentine tail propelling her down the muddy beach, water splashing as she dipped into the edge of the sluggish river. I charged after her, the muck squelching beneath my boots.

  “Ooh, you are such a meanie jerk!” she hissed. “My boobies are all dirty! I just took a bath! You are such a poopy head!”

  She suddenly whirled around, rearing on her tail, her dirty breasts heaving. Her wet hair clung to her face. She looked human from the waist up, her pussy on display right before the start of her tail, that vile, disgusting hole that lured men to their death in her embrace. Her forked tongue flicked out, and her purple eyes, pupils slit like a snake's, narrowed at me.

  “Meanie!” she hissed and then threw the rock she'd scooped up.

  It hurtled hard at my head. I ducked it. The rock hissed by as she scooped up more, throwing with both her hands. One bounced off my armor, the chains blunting the force. Then a blob of mud crashed into my shoulder, splattering muck into my face and sticking in my mustache.

  “You are just filthy!” she snarled. “Call me a hussy! I'm all Garin's now!”

  “You're a depraved whore!” I growled and charged forward through her onslaught of rocks and muck. “I will cut you in half and make boots from your scales!”

  She gasped in indignation.

  ~~ / ~~

  Shiiza

  “Garin, Garin!” I gasped as I slithered back. The knight stabbed and swung. I couldn't get close to him. Real fear shivered through me now. “Help, help, Garin!”

  The knight was maddened. Rage burned in his eyes as I scrambled up the slope of the bank, trampling over cattails. Where was the camp? How far had I drifted down the river? Which way did it flow? Was I even on the right side?

  Tears beaded my eyes. I screeched as I dodged the sharp blade. I felt its passage rippling over me. The evil knight growled, his eyes blazing. There was such hatred in them. I slithered faster as he stabbed at my tail.

  “Garin! Garin! He wants to make me into boots and get my scales dirty!” I howled, my heart screaming.

  The ground was damp. The air cooling as the night grew darker. The river had already drained away a lot of my heat. I could feel the sluggishness creeping in. I just wanted to curl up to something warm and sleep, but that knight...
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  “Garin!” I cried out, my wet hair swaying behind me as I slithered faster. Everything stole away my heat though.

  I slowed. I grew dizzy. Shivers rippled through me. Then I screamed out in pain. The knight slammed his boot down on my tail. My back arched. I whirled around, wiggling my lower half to rip free. My belly scales rasped on the wet plants, trampling them.

  He drew back his sword and slashed it at my heart.

  I closed my eyes, bracing myself for death.

  Wood slammed into metal.

  I opened my eyes to see Garin. He stood naked before the night, gripping his staff in his hand. I shuddered at how handsome he was, a slender but strong man, his skin pale, his hair a light-brown. Joy burst inside my heart.

  White mist spilled through the air as Zakurima appeared before me, naked too, cum dripping down her thighs, her small breasts quivering. She shook her head at the sight of me. I threw my arms around her and hugged her.

  That was a mistake. She was colder than winter.

  ~~ / ~~

  Sir Carsin

  The sweet mist spilled around the naked mage as he faced me. I recognized the creature hugging the lamia. A yuki-onna. This mist would befuddle my mind. It would make me horny, eager to fuck her. I wouldn't care that her frigid cold would sap away my body heat.

  My training responded. My free hand dove into my pouch and fished out my rose-scented pomander. I drew up the ball of scented cloth wrapped in twine. I pressed it to my mud-splattered nose and breathed in the pure musk.

  “You are a traitor to your race and to the Ring Countries!” I growled, facing the mage. “You conspire with not one but two foul monster girls.”

  A smile spread across the young man's lips. He held his staff but wasn't standing in a battle stance. He didn't look like he had any fighting training, but he had such confidence in his gray eyes. Somehow, he had tamed these monstrous girls.

  “What madness do you plan?” I demanded.

  “Oh, well, the usual one,” he said with a casual shrug. “I want power. Lots of it. Monster girls are the key. We kill them when we could use them. Learn from them.”

  “Garin's not a meanie like you!” hissed the lamia. She shivered, hugging herself.

  The yuki-onna advanced on my right, her fog sweeping around her. Frost spread over the plants she stepped past. She had a regal smile on her face, moving with a princess's grace as she sauntered towards me.

  “Do you need your sword, sir knight?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet. “I won't harm you.”

  “Frigid harlot!” I growled and slashed at her.

  She retreated back.

  “Brontus's Bloody Sword!” snarled Garin, anger crossing his face.

  “You care for that murderous temptress?” I demanded. “How many men has she killed?”

  “How many have you?” Garin asked.

  “I do not kill my brothers and sisters. I fight to defend them.” I straightened. “I am a Knight Civilized, and you are a pernicious traitor to our species.”

  I swiped my sword at him. He raised his walking staff before him to block, a clumsy move. I batted it to the side with ease. I drew back and then lunged in for the kill. My blade hurtled at his exposed chest.

  “Kār inēl!” he cried out in an arcane tongue and...

  Bands of ice slammed about my torso, pulling my thrusting arm into my body. It yanked my blade back an inch from impaling through his chest. I gasped, straining, my arms pinned to my sides by thick ice wrapped about my chainmail.

  “Magic?” I gasped in shock. None but the elves, hiding in their woods, still had magic. The elves had betrayed the other species and committed the Fracturing a thousand years ago. No human mages existed. “How?”

  “I told you, power,” he said, a cocky grin on his face. “You kill these beautiful creatures when all they needed was love.”

  The lamia nodded her head in agreement. “He fills me with fuzzy warmth! He's not a dumb poopy head like you!”

  I snarled in rage. I didn't care if he had magic. I would kill him and put down the filthy sluts with him. I could still bend my arm at the elbow. I slashed my sword blade at the thick band of ice wrapped around me, the chill sinking through my armor.

  Metal crashed into frozen water. My bonds shattered.

  ~~ / ~~

  Garin

  Ice fell off of the knight. His arms flexed, chainmail rattling. Then his blade lashed out at me in the blink of an eye.

  “Mirandi's tits!” I cursed as I stumbled back.

  My naked foot slipped on the mud. It saved my life.

  I fell backward as the sword stabbed at me. I hit the ground hard, watching the flashing death spearing over me. The knight growled, his eyes wild. He changed his stance, and I rolled to the side, my heart screaming in my chest.

  The sword slammed into the muck where I had been, splattering my side.

  “Garin!” gasped Shiiza.

  The fog thickened around us, spilling off Zakurima as she lurked on the edge of the fight. The knight pressed the pomander to his nose as he shifted his stance. Shiiza's tail lashed out, forcing him back, giving me a chance to stand.

  To think.

  I had to use a spell to overcome him. That sword was too strong. He could hurt one of my monster girls. He slashed at Shiiza. Hissing in fright, she slithered out of the way and darted behind me, her movement slow. Her body trembled.

  She was cold. She needed heat and...

  Inspiration struck.

  “Kār rogil!” I shouted.

  My words interacted with the mana that flowed through reality. The mana that permeated everything. Using my own internal reserve of mana—every living creature possessed it while monster girls were made of it—I fashioned the magic into my desire, the words giving an idea to my imagination and manifesting the mana as something physical and tangible.

  A wall of roaring fire burst around the knight. The spell worked differently from binding with ice. I wasn't sure why, but there were laws to how this worked. Laws that were lost to humans thanks to the selfish elves.

  “Gorgon's foul eyes!” snarled the knight, the flames crackling up around him, “and dryad's woody cunt! Release me!”

  “No!” I shouted, feeling my connection to the fire. Mana flowed to it, passing through me to feed it. “Throw your sword down and kneel, then I will release it. Otherwise... the flame's circumference will shrink and engulf you.”

  “You can do that?” Shiiza asked. “I thought—”

  SMACK!

  Shiiza gasped in pain. “Zakurima, why did you do that?”

  “Idiot,” the yuki-onna muttered, her sweet fog swirling around me.

  “Surrender, or you'll burn,” I growled, hoping the knight didn't hear Shiiza over the crackle of the fire. The flames leaped seven or eight feet into the air, dancing sheets of red, orange, and yellow. The air wavered around them, boiling with heat, though my fire enchanted body only felt it as a pleasant caress. Shiiza crept closer, rubbing her rump.

  “Surrender, Sir Knight!” I demanded, the mud on my skin flaking off, drying out and baking from the heat of my body.

  “Yeah, you big, dumb dummy!” Shiiza hissed, her own boobs baking clean of mud.

  Dumb dummy? I shook my head.

  “It's futile,” I said, advancing. “You can't—”

  With a roar, the knight burst out of the flames. They swirled around him. He landed on the ground, steam rippling off of him, the ends of his mustache smoldering. His face reddened but unhurt. He was only in the fire for a second.

  “Mirandi's tits!” I gasped as his sword swung at me.

  Shiiza's tail swung around my stomach. My lamia pulled me clear, my heels dragging across the mud. He had lost his pomander jumping through the flames, and Zakurima darted in, her small breasts jiggling, thick fog pouring off of her, the mist glowing ugly red from the wall of fire.

  She touched his arm, but he slashed at her. With the grace of a princess, she darted back, dancing away, her blue hai
r spinning around her. Shiiza slithered in, moving faster. The heat from the fire still burning, warming her blood.

  I had to do something else. A way to stop him and... I grinned.

  I snagged up my staff. It was a useful object. I could channel through it, using it as an extension of my arms. While my binding spells could be used within my line of sight, my enhancements could not. They were limited to the range of my touch, but I couldn't get close to the knight on my own.

  I whirled on him as Shiiza dodged a swipe. Her tail swung at him, driving the knight back at me. I raced forward, my bare feet slapping on the mud. I knew the spell. It was on my lips, my hands gripping my staff.

  I thrust in at him.

  His sword slapped my staff to the side, metal thunking on wood. My weapon shivered in my hand. The knight drew back, his face snarling. He went to stab me, but Zakurima glided in. She reached for his hand with her freezing touch, mist spilling around her.

  A dazed look crossed the knight's face for a moment, slowing him. I lunged in, grinning as Zakurima's hand touched his. He screamed, shaking his head, flinching away from her, frost coating his skin.

  He recovered, seeing my staff thrusting at him like it was a spear. He swung to block but was too slow, too clumsy coming out of the daze of Zakurima's sweet mist. My staff struck his chainmail armor with a rattling thud.

  “Nujan rogil!” I howled, pouring mana into his chainmail.

  It became hot. A grayish-red glow suffused him, swelling in brightness. Smoke burst out from beneath the links. He screamed in pain as the chains became cherry bright. He released his sword and charged past Shiiza. She slithered to the side.

  The knight howled in agony as he threw himself into the Harathil Flow.

  Water burst into steam. It boiled around him as he vanished beneath the surface. I panted, shaking my head. I gripped the staff then leaned on it. The swirling fog hid the water, but I could hear the thrashing as the knight perished.

  “Bastard,” I panted.

  ~~ / ~~

  Sir Carsin

  The water did nothing to soothe the pain. I thrashed in it as it boiled around me. I moved with instinct, grasping the burning metal coat and peeling it from my padded gambeson beneath. The wool shirt fell apart as I wrenched the mail shirt off, leaving it on the river bottom.