Monster Girl Mountain

by Edward Lang

  After our little exhibitionist display last night, I was expecting it to be a bit awkward… and it was. Though not for the reasons I thought.

  Mazaria and Hala wouldn’t stop grinning at me and casting amused looks at each other. I even caught them a couple of times checking out my crotch.

  Playing meat inspector, I guess you could say.

  Not that there was much you could see through the puffy bulk of my insulated pants.

  Didn’t stop them from trying, though.

  Though it was kind of a turn-on – without their fur balaclavas, Mazaria and Hala were very pretty – it was also embarrassing.

  I much preferred Oona’s approach. She just avoided looking at me entirely.

  After a breakfast of roasted berries and jerky, we finally set about to work.

  First off, I built up a wall of snow outside the cave entrance, using the fir trees I’d cut as scaffolding. Snow is an excellent insulator – igloos are a prime example – and would make an excellent windbreak. So I built up an outside wall, packing more and more snow up until I had covered everything except for a central entrance, which we could cover with a hanging fur.

  Then I instructed all the women on how to make arrow shafts. It took each of them a couple tries to get it down, but soon they were finding straight branches and sanding down the shafts as quick as they could.

  But there was no reason to create a ton of arrows if they didn’t know how to shoot them. I let Fieria borrow my bow, Lelia gave hers to Teeka, and I instructed both women in the basics of archery.

  In the meantime, Lelia built two snowmen for targets. Oona, Mazaria, and Hala continued making arrows.

  Once Lelia had finished building the snowmen, I left her in charge of Fiera and Teeka’s instruction. Then I went into the woods and cut down five more ash saplings to create new bows.

  Once I came back to camp a couple of hours later, I found Lelia teaching Oona and Hala how to shoot – and instructing the entire camp in English.

  “Aya kanala arrow – I shoot arrow,” Lelia said.

  “I shoot arrow,” the entire group repeated.

  Huh. Might have to do some remedial work on grammar later on, but I appreciated the effort.

  After a quick lunch of more berries and jerky, I set about making bows. It actually took me several days to finish them all, but as soon as I completed one, that meant one more woman could practice archery with the others.

  That was the rest of the day, up through dinner and beyond: making arrows, carving bows, and practicing archery. We only stopped when the shadows grew too dark to see what we were doing.

  That night, I offered to keep watch for part of the night – but my offer was soundly rejected.

  This time, Fieria and Teeka joined us in the cave.

  They didn’t even make any pretenses of falling asleep. They were there for the show.

  Lelia and I gave it to them.

  Though it definitely discombobulated me in the beginning, it was a huge turn-on to have two women pleasuring themselves as they watched me and Lelia go at it.

  “Why do they watch?” I whispered to Lelia afterwards as we were drifting off to sleep.

  “No men for a long, long time,” she said with a yawn. “They want to watch.”

  I guess so.

  The next few days passed in much the same way: more arrow-making, more archery classes, more practice shooting.

  The women gradually got better and better. The majority of them were hitting the snowmen targets regularly, even at 20 feet away; Fieria and Hala in particular were very good shots.

  And they started talking to me in English. Broken English, but English nonetheless.

  “How do this?” Fieria asked me as she tried to put fletching on the arrows.

  “Food you?” Hala asked later as she offered me some roots she had foraged.

  “Good bow!” Mazaria exclaimed happily when she shot a snowman in the head.

  Well, they were a hell of a lot more proficient in English after 24 hours than I was in elf-ese after three weeks, so I couldn’t say much.

  I tried at one point to find out what they called their language.

  “What do you speak?” I asked Lelia.

  “English,” she replied nonchalantly.

  “Yes, but – that’s my language. What is your language?”

  “Language?”

  “That means all the words I’ve taught you, and how to use them. What do you call the language that you and Fieria and Hala and the others speak?”

  Lelia looked around the forest like she was searching for the answer out among the trees.

  She finally shrugged. “We do not have a name for it.”

  “Oh… okay, what do you call yourselves?”

  “The people.”

  “Right – and everybody else are vaklik… okay, what do you call this planet?”

  She frowned. “Planet?”

  “Yeah – all the mountains and land and everything on it. What do you call it?”

  She shrugged. “No name.”

  “You don’t have a name for it?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  I guess her people weren’t really ones for naming stuff.

  Although that wasn’t entirely true. I learned that they had hundreds of names for the different valleys and mountains around us. A lot of the names didn’t translate into English very well, but they had a specific name for the part of the forest where we were.

  Just not for the planet.

  Maybe they just weren’t into naming things they couldn’t see right in front of their faces. And you could only see part of the planet at any one time – a very small part of it.

  I wasn’t even going to get into the details about it being a giant ball whizzing through space.

  There were just some discussions that weren’t worth having.

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  I also started looking forward to the nightly shows Lelia and I were putting on for the other women. I was turned on by the fact that I was being watched… and that they were pleasuring themselves while Lelia and I were having sex.

  Did that make me an exhibitionist? So be it.

  And then things kicked up another notch.

  It was the fourth night after we had arrived in the village. The women were improving rapidly with their archery, and we were planning to go hunting the next day for a deer.

  After we turned for the night, I was looking forward to the ‘show’ – but as soon as Lelia and I had stripped down, I felt a hand touch my bare leg.

  I yelped and sat up straight. A startled Fieria was crouched by my feet. I could only just barely see her outline from what little light was peeking around the edges of the fur door covering, but I could tell it was Fieria because of how tall and thin she was.

  I was also fairly sure she was topless, because I could see the outline of firm breasts from the light outside our cave. Not nearly as big as Lelia’s triple D’s, but a nice firm handful of B-cups nonetheless.

  Nice.

  “Oh – what do you need, Fieria?” I asked, thinking that she must need something.

  “I help,” she said in a soft voice.

  “Help do what?” I asked, puzzled.

  Then she placed a hand on my bare thigh.

  “I help,” she repeated in a whisper.

  “…oh…” I murmured.

  Holy SHIT.

  I looked over at Lelia. I could barely see her, but I could see tiny pinpoints of light reflected in her pupils.

  “Um… are you okay with this?” I whispered.

  “Yes,” she said, and her voice sounded playful and confident.

  “…okay…”

  Part of me was a little freaked out.

  But another part of me was mentally pumping my fist in the air and screaming, YES, YES, YES!

  Suddenly Fieria’s hand traveled up my thigh to my crotch, where her fingers found my erect cock.

  “Ohhhhh,” she moaned, and began to stroke me softly. “I help.�
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  “Yes, that’s, uh, that’s a big help,” I gasped.

  Lelia took my right hand and guided it into the air.

  Suddenly I felt soft, hot skin and a hard nipple grazing my palm.

  From the size of it, it was most definitely not Lelia’s.

  As though to confirm it, Fieria moaned.

  “You help her, too,” Lelia whispered in my ear.

  “I’ll definitely help,” I promised eagerly.

  I fumbled around in the dark for a second before I cupped both Fieria’s breasts with my hands. They were small and firm and lovely.

  I loved Lelia’s tits, but there’s always something to be said for variety.

  Plus, the fact that I could only feel them and not see them was kind of hot. Not only was I forced to rely strictly on my sense of feel, but there was something forbidden about fondling a woman in the dark, someone I hadn’t even kissed yet – and right next to my lover, to boot.

  Fieria groaned as I lightly pinched her nipples – and then she gasped as I leaned forward and put one nipple between my lips and began to suck.

  I mashed my face right up against her chest, then put my free hand around her and drew her in close to me.

  Fieria’s waist was tiny and very sexy.

  Her ass was even better – two fantastic globes of firm, taut flesh. I massaged them and gripped them hard as I brought her closer to me.

  Fieria had wrapped her arms around my head now and was moaning as she pressed my face harder into her tits.

  Suddenly, as her legs straddled me, I felt a soft thatch of downy hair and hot wetness brush up against my shaft.

  Her pussy was right up against my cock… but I wasn’t inside her yet.

  I turned to Lelia in the darkness, even though I could barely just see the outline of her face.

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

  I felt Lelia’s lips on mine, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth.

  Then I felt a hand on my cock.

  Both of Fieria’s hands were behind my head, so I knew it wasn’t hers.

  “You help her,” Lelia whispered to me as she guided the head of my swollen cock right to the lips of her friend’s wet pussy… and then pushed down on Fieria’s shoulder.

  Fieria cried out in pleasure as she sank down on me.

  Oh FUCK!

  And I’d thought Lelia was tight…

  Fieria moaned as she slowly took me in, inch by inch.

  I groaned right back as I grabbed onto her fantastic ass and squeezed.

  Lelia was behind me now, kissing my ears, her full breasts rubbing sensually over my back.

  Fieria began to ride me, moving her hips up and down, going up on my shaft and then plunging it back inside her.

  I ran my fingers up her back… grabbed her hair and pulled her head back slightly, which she loved… and sucked at her nipples some more.

  Suddenly I felt another pair of my breasts brushing up against my left shoulder.

  I was startled, yes – but I didn’t make a noise this time. I just looked over and saw Hala in the dim light of the doorway.

  She was kneeling next to me, her beautiful C cups jiggling as she rubbed frantically between her legs.

  When I turned to look at her, she suddenly leaned in and kissed me, her mouth opening wide to me.

  I could feel her breasts rub against my arm as I French-kissed her.

  While Lelia was rubbing her tits against my back.

  And while Fieria was riding my cock and moaning loudly.

  Good Lord –

  This was almost too much to take.

  Thank God I’d been having sex with Lelia every night, or I’d have busted a nut right then and there.

  Then Fieria came, and I did bust a nut.

  She screamed loudly, and that sound pushed me over the edge.

  I shouted out in ecstasy as she continued to shriek, then I gradually settled down into a low groan.

  Fieria continued to ride me for about 15 seconds more until her cries turned into whimpers, and then she finally stopped.

  I felt my cock slide out of her as she pulled herself up off me and collapsed onto the fur-covered floor.

  I was still hard, though not quite as hard as before – maybe 80%.

  And then Hala swung her leg over me, straddled me, and guided my cock inside her.

  Oh SHIT – !

  Lelia pulled me back down onto my back and began to kiss me as Hala grinded away on top of me.

  The sensations of Hala’s pussy were different from both Lelia and Fieria’s – soft and enveloping rather than tight. Like a silky caress, but wet.

  Even more variety.

  Hala grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits as she rode me enthusiastically.

  At the same time, Lelia dangled her heavy breasts in my face, one of her nipples right over my mouth.

  I began to suck.

  So I had Hala’s soft C-cups in my hands and Lelia’s massive breasts dangling in my face… and both women were moaning.

  My erection didn’t stay at 80% for long. It very quickly went up to 110%.

  Because I’d come already, though, I had more stamina this time around. A lot more.

  I quickly outlasted Hala, who took only a few minutes before she was screaming in ecstasy.

  When she slid off of me, though, Lelia immediately took her place.

  She lay fully on top of me so we could kiss as we fucked.

  Hala and Fieria took up positions on either side of me, caressing my beard, rubbing my arms – and waiting to take their turn again.

  As soon as Lelia came, Fieria took her place.

  And as soon as Fieria came, Hala jumped back in.

  Except now I was bored with woman on top, so we switched to doggy-style.

  I pounded away at her as hard as I could, my pelvis slapping her tiny, petite ass.

  Hala loved it. When she came, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

  It was so loud and primal that Mazaria came to the door of the door of the cave and inquired if anything was wrong.

  “No, is good,” Fieria answered.

  “Is VERY good,” Hala moaned as she lay there on her forearms, her forehead resting on the fur-covered ground.

  Mazaria didn’t leave, though. She knelt there at the entrance, looking in like a hungry little kid at the window of the fanciest candy shop ever.

  Fieria said something in their language and made a gesture with her hand like Shoo!

  Mazaria sadly dropped the fur over the entrance and walked away.

  “What did you say?” I asked.

  Lelia smiled. “She say Mazaria can have cock magic as much as she wants tomorrow night.”

  Lelia gingerly pushed Hala out of the way so Lelia could kneel down in front of me. She wiggled her gorgeous plump ass up against my crotch and grinned back over her shoulder at me. “But tonight is for us.”

  Oh DAMN.

  Then Lelia reached up behind me, inserted my rock-hard cock into her pussy, and began bouncing back and forth until I really started hammering her, at which point she screamed even louder than Hala.

  We kept on going like that, me fucking one beautiful woman, her coming, then moving off to the side to be replaced by another gorgeous woman, who I fucked until she had a screaming orgasm, only to be replaced by a third – after which we repeated the entire cycle over again.

  And we kept changing positions at my insistence – side-by-side, missionary, reverse cowgirl.

  They fuckin’ loved 69. Though it took some coaching from Lelia until they got good at fellatio.

  I busted another nut inside Hala, but as soon as I did, Fieria moved in to take her place. I never had time to get soft.

  My third and final orgasm was with Lelia in missionary, staring deep into her eyes as we came simultaneously.

  After that, I was done. I could barely move.

  “I can’t anymore…” I gasped as I collapsed onto the ground beside her.

  Luckily the women
didn’t protest. They were exhausted, too. They just snuggled up against me in a pile, their warm skin like electric blankets against the cold air, and we all fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  Before I dropped off, I realized that I hadn’t just had my first threesome; I’d had my first foursome. And with a woman I was totally in love with, who encouraged the whole thing lustily.

  I was beginning to think that avalanche was the best goddamn thing that could have possibly happened to me.

  25

  It continued like that every night – a different woman, or sometimes two, would join Lelia and me. It was incredible. Dreams without dreaming, a fantasy come true.

  The only woman who wouldn’t sleep with me was Oona, probably because she still didn’t trust me. She had seen another white male human leading the skiris, and she still feared me because of it.

  That was alright, though.

  I had more than I could handle.

  I asked Lelia one morning why she was sharing me.

  She just smiled and touched my face. “I know you love me.”

  “That’s true, I do, but… back where I come from, women don’t normally do this.”

  She shrugged. “It is for the good of the tribe.”

  “Okay, but – ”

  “And we need babies.”

  Whoa –

  “What?” I asked, stunned.

  “We need babies to make tribe bigger.”

  I stared at her, my mouth open wide.

  She frowned. “You said you make baby with Lelia.”

  “I did, yes, but – ”

  Now she was getting angry. “Did you lie?”

  I realized that when she’d said You make baby with Lelia? after we’d first slept together, she wasn’t being hypothetical – and she meant now rather than later.

  “NO, I didn’t lie – but is now really the best time?” I asked, irritated.

  “Why not best time now?” she asked, confused.

  “The skiris and the vaklik – they’re trying to kill us – we’re running away from them – we could die – ”

  “Jack, we could die any day. Can die every day. There is never ‘best time.’ There is only now.”

  Wow.

  Didn’t expect to get a philosophical lesson thrown at me by a blue elf.