Stopping the Conquest of Jalkim (Monster Girl Erotica)

by Nikki L. Falcon

  When I was a boy, I remembered the old king. This was the first time and the only time I ever got to see the old king. In fact, it was the only time I went to the Castle of Jalkim. The castle stood atop a large hill overlooking the Jalkim City.

  Behind the castle was the Nankee Lake. More to the east was the Nankee River which, after a few days boating ride, led out to the ocean. It’s certainly a beautiful city. Plenty of fish to eat. Many different merchants selling their wares from all over the land. It is well protected with many different walls that protect the city. The problem is, the king never has an army ready to fight at a moment’s notice. Sure, he’s got patrols and a police force. The army is there, but they never train or prepare themselves. It’s all volunteers. This fort here must be from the Quim Wars. This was about 40 years ago. The fort must’ve been abandoned. No need once those wars were finished. The Quim Army came from the East, same like the Warriors of Elnock, but they were fierce fighters.

  They fought only for their God. To spread their name. Jalkim was the one next on their list. This was many years before me, but people always talked about the large battles that went on. It was a tough fight, but the Quim Army eventually was driven back and hasn’t been seen since. My only wonder is whether the Warriors of Elnock are somehow in league with the older Quim Army. It was certainly a thought.

  Aya called out to me.

  “If you look out from here, you can see much of everything.”

  I walked over to where she was. She was right. From where she was, you could see the entire forest. Way out in the distance, I could see the road. We were still a good ways ahead of the Warriors. That was good news. I could kind of see them way out there. They were nothing but a small, moving black speck on the road. To my left was the rest of the forest. We still had a very long way to go. At least another day or two of walking. It wasn’t going to be easy.

  While I might have encountered a slime girl. There were much worse things deeper in this forest. I have only heard about them, but I fear the worst. Once we make it through, we then run from the forest to the main city. It’s merely just a sprint away. I could kind of see the city not far from us. It too was quite far from where we were, but we made good progress. In order to avoid the most dangerous forest monsters, we kept on our trail. If we headed south and deeper into the forest, we’d surely encounter the dangerous monsters much easier. Our current trail should be pretty easy.

  After taking one more sip of the water from the well, I grabbed the flag, folded it up, and put it in my pocket. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe I might use it later. Maybe just a souvenir. But somehow, I just wanted it. The old king’s colors didn’t deserve to be on the ground like that, getting ruined by the dirt.

  We then headed out down the hill and up the path. There wasn’t much to look at for a long while. A part of me still wondered about the outpost we encountered. It certainly was abandoned. But as I walked through the forest, I wondered about my father and grandfather. They both served the old king.

  They fought the best they could. They fought in the Quim Wars. One of the best fighters. Honored for their accomplishments. Then, when the old King Francis stepped down, the new king, King Harold, came into power.

  Now, King Francis was certainly old, but he was by no means unable to serve as our leader. King Francis was much more popular with the soldiers and the lower classes, like my family. King Harold was more popular with the wealthier elite. I’m not too familiar with the politics and the happenings at the City, but I wonder about why there was a change in rulers. After the wars, grandfather came home to work on the fields. It was only a few months later, and with the change of kings, that my father too came home.

  He never talked much about the new king. I wonder why my father had to come home. He always brushed it off saying he liked country life better, but something tells me that wasn’t it. There was another reason. The king did something and I’m not sure what. My only regret before my father died was not getting to know my own father better. Ever since he arrived home with the change of kings, he was distant. It made me kind of sad. Partially hating the man, partially bitter at him. Yet, still mournful over losing him. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind. I needed to concentrate on the problem at hand – getting to the City.

  We kept walking. It felt like we were going forever, but I was still rather rested up and I wanted to do something. I needed to succeed. I didn’t want to stop. I had to keep going.

  After walking for a few hours, it was starting to get darker out now. We were going to need to take shelter. If we stayed out in the forest, it wasn’t going to be the safest thing to do – especially at night.

  “The trees and forest just goes on forever.” I told her. “It’s getting dark out now as well. Any idea on where we can rest?”

  “There is actually… kind of…”

  I didn’t really care where. I just needed a place. Anyplace to lay my head. We’ve been walking all day from sun-up to sun-down. I needed to rest.

  “Well… where is it?” I asked.

  All I saw was trees and more trees. It was getting dark out. There wasn’t much sunlight left to navigate our way. Beyond that, we’d be traveling in pitch black darkness. Not a smart idea in a forest like this.

  “I shouldn’t say.”

  “Just say it. We’re running out of time here.” I was starting to get angry now. I was tired. It was probably getting to my head.

  “There’s a house not far up ahead. It’s old and abandoned, but I’ve never gone inside it. I don’t think we should, though.”

  “We’ll head there then.”

  I could tell from the sound in her voice that she didn’t like this idea very much. I, however, didn’t really care too much for her opinion. A house is a house and that’s fine by me. It’s probably got an old bed I can lay on too. Although, I was probably being too hopeful.

  As the sun set upon the forest, I could finally see the house not far from us. I hurried my pace up a little bit. She was clearly quite afraid of the dark. Not sure why. As my pace hurried, so did she. She tried to stay as fast as I could. Difficult as it was for her.

  We both soon found the giant house. It was about two stories tall with wooden paneling on the side. There were many windows. Clearly, this house was abandoned. And for quite some time. There were some windows broken. Much of the house was all dark. The paint was clearly worn off. It didn’t look like it was in good shape, but a roof was a roof. We could probably lay around inside there, grabs some old rags, and use those as blankets for when we slept.

  We slowly entered the house from the front door. The door creaked open. Inside, it was rather dark. However, not far from us, was a fireplace. There was already some wood on the side. In fact, there was some blankets by the fireplace as well. We had quite some good luck.

  The blankets were dusty and ruined. Someone had used them before, but it must’ve been a while back. Whoever was using them was long gone now. I was happy about that.

  We soon got a fire going. It got a little chillier during the night, but the fire kept us warm. It was also a nice source of light in this dark place. There wasn’t much wood to keep the firing going all night, though. I’d have to go get some more. The outside of the house had tons of broken, dry sticks all around. It’d make for easy tinder. I decided to venture out and grab some more.

  “Don’t leave me. Please.”

  She was laying on the floor looking up at me. I could see she was scared.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’ll be right outside.” I told her assuringly.

  She didn’t like the answer, but we needed a fire. So, she stayed there. Being a brave girl. Since I’d need my hands for all the wood pieces I’d be bringing back, I left my sword and shield behind.

  I left the house and walked around the house. I made sure the house was always in view. The moon was glowing brightly tonight. It gave me just enough light to search around this area trying to find the wood. I was happy
to find some sticks. But then I noticed something in the darkness. It was approaching me.

  I tried to make out what it was. I slowly approached, inching its way towards me. It looked human, but… not.

  “Hello… who’s there?” I asked.

  Just then, from the glow of the moon, I could see what it was. It was a woman. She was just a little shorter than me with long, black hair, a thin body, and large breasts. She was covered mostly in a white gauze. Her large breasts hung out. I could see her skin. She was gray and had little sewing marks on her arms, legs, and various other places. Her eyes focused on me. Her mouth hung open.

  “Semen…. Semen…” She moaned out.

  I realized what this being was! It was a zombie girl! My grandfather mentioned them. Mindless monster girls they are, they are still not to be trifled with. They won’t stop until they get what they want – semen. They are created from black magic. Some evil spell user will make the dead rise from the earth. If there are only dead males around, the magic will change their bodies into female zombie girls and make them roam around in search of semen from human men.

  Alone, they aren’t too much of a threat. In numbers, they are almost impossible to stop. I should’ve known the night would bring these creatures to roam about. And I’m in the perfect spot.

  This zombie girl was heading closer and closer to me. I walked backwards. My hands were full of wood. I took a few more steps back and then I bumped into something. I turned around. There, I saw another zombie girl as well. This one had short blonde hair. I barely had time to look at her before she grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me down onto the leaves and grass. The sticks fell everywhere. The black-haired zombie girl got onto her knees and started crawling towards me.

  I could see her face clearly now. Surprisingly, even though she was a zombie, she had clear skin, but her skin color was fully gray. When she was alive, she probably was very beautiful.

  The blonde zombie girl held me down with her arms. I tried to push her off, but she was stronger than I imagined. She was just like the black haired zombie girl. However, she had probably larger breasts. She was wearing a white shirt that was cut off at the bottom, exposing her thin, trim waist. She had wide hips and thick, juicy thighs.

  I tried struggling, but then the other zombie girl crawled up on me and held down my legs. I couldn’t let them do this. I had to stop them. I reached for a piece of wood and tried to hit the zombie girl, but without even looking, she just swatted the wood right out of my hand. It rolled out of reach.

  The blonde girl, while holding down my shoulders, she then brought her face down towards me and then she began kissing me and making out with me. Since she was a zombie girl, I’d assume she’d taste horrible and disgusting. Instead, her teeth were perfectly white and her breath smelled almost minty. Her tongue was red and I could feel the warmth of her body and breath as she kissed me.

  I couldn’t let this happen. A slime girl like Aya was one thing. They’re harmless, weak creatures. No offense to Aya. She actually is alive. She’s not just mindless… well… zombie – like these things are. If I’m taken down here, I’d be finished. A real hero would be able to handle these weak creatures. I can’t give in to temptation and my lust.

  I saw the blonde girl’s large, soft breasts bouncing right in front of my face. Her tongue was wrestling around with my own. I wanted to fight it, but I was slowly getting turned on. My dick was hardening in my pants. I felt so shameful. I was getting turned on by these zombie creatures.

  The black haired zombie then got down and slowly began to take off my pants. She pulled them off and soon revealed my rock hard dick. Without any emotion on her face, she started to pump my dick in her hand. She started slow, gently pumping the shaft up and down, up and down. I took a deep breath of pleasure. It felt almost too good.

  Her hand was warm and soft. Despite being a zombie, it still felt so good. All the while, I was being made out with by the blonde zombie. I struggled to get up, but it felt almost useless.

  The black-haired zombie started to pump my dick harder and harder now. Faster and faster. It wanted my cum so bad. It was desiring me. It couldn’t take it. These zombie girls were tough. They were persistent. I had to do something.

  Then, the black haired zombie went down and quickly engulfed my dick in her mouth. I could feel her warm, wetness surrounding the shaft of my dick. She bobbed her head up and down rhythmically on my dick. Up and down, up and down. I could feel her warm breath. Her tongue licked my shaft and my tip all around. Stimulating it in any possible way.

  I had to resist this torture. There was no other way. It felt so good. Her body felt so soft and smooth. It was incredible. I tried to think boring thoughts. Thoughts that make my boner go down. I tried hard, but it felt like nothing was working. I was getting close to cumming. They were doing everything they could to get me over the edge. I tried to stop it.

  Just then, I heard the door to the mansion opened. The blonde zombie blocked my vision, but I could see Aya coming out. She threw some of her blue slime out at the two zombies. Some of it hit and the zombies fell down. They were stuck under the blue goo. Unable to move. It wasn’t much, but it’d hold them down for now. They struggled to get free.

  I quickly pulled my pants back up and looked back at the zombies. They were now breaking free of the blue sticky goo. It wasn’t strong enough to hold them down. Aya and I quickly ran back into the house and closed the door. I saw a few other zombie girls coming out of the forest and slowly shambling their way closer to the house.

  “Quick. I found something in the basement we should check out.” She said to me.

  We went down into the dusty basement and closing and locking the door behind us. That should hold them off for now. Foolishly, I still didn’t have my sword and shield with me. Hopefully, I wouldn’t need it for now. I noticed a lamp nearby us. It was already lit.

  We picked it up and together walked through the basement. It was rather small. She showed me a manual, rope pulley-operated elevator. It was made of wood, iron, and lots of ropes. Below us, is what looked like a giant laboratory.

  My curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to go down it. That was a bad decision. Before she had a chance to say no, I already jumped inside the contraption and pulled the lever, lowering us down to the ground floor.

  It was dark, but I could see what this place was. It was carved out of the dirt and it was huge. We slowly made our descent down for about two minutes in the open chamber. The walls were made of wood and iron holding it all together. The bottom floor seemed to be the actual lab area. To the sides of the pit, were lots of little rooms. I couldn’t see it perfectly, but I did see many jail cells as well. This wasn’t just a small lab, this was a giant complex. Whoever built it, must be quite something. What was it doing here in the middle of the empty forest? Why did they build it? What they were doing down here?

  Soon, we hit the bottom of the lab and got out. I approached several of the lab tables. They were large wooden tables with lots of various flasks and bottles. I saw several strange liquids of various colors. There were many books with writings that I couldn’t read. They were scribbled in and there note papers all over the tables and floor. Whoever was down here, was certainly doing their fair share of research. I was impressed.

  I did see one book with writing I could read. It read, “Dark Magic”. Inside there were tons of pictures of various zombie girls and other strange figures I couldn’t make out. The book was filled with incantations and potion ingredients. It felt like something out of this world. I’ve never seen anything like this before in my life. To be honest, I thought magic was just something silly my grandfather liked to talk about when I was a kid.

  “This place looks creepy. We… we should head back.” Aya said.

  “No, no. It’s fine. The place looks empty. We’ll be fine.” I told her.

  Well, we probably would be fine. I still feel kind of stupid for forgetting my sword and shield. In all the excitement, I for
got to grab it after we entered the house.

  Then I heard a strange noise. It sounded like a person. A girl. She was crying out for help.

  “Help! Anyone! Please!” I heard. It was soft, but I could still hear it. I looked around trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Then I noticed it. The jail cells.

  “Aya! There’s a girl trapped in the cells up ahead!” I ran to the cells to try to find out where the girl was. When I got there, I was astonished. It wasn’t just one girl, but there were tons of different girls locked up in the many cells here. They were young girls too. Between 18 to 25 or so. They looked beautiful except… they were covered in dirt and ruined clothes.

  “Help! Please!” One of the girl cried out. She got closer to the jail bars.

  “I’m Catherine. I was just collecting apples when all of a sudden… I don’t know… I just awoke here. I’ve been here for at least a day. Please! They won’t let me out. They feed me to keep me alive and that’s it. I don’t know what they want with me. You have to help. Find the keys.”