Monster Girl Islands 4

by Logan Jacobs

  Moonlight fell across her dark nipples and turned them ghostly in the night, and I groaned as my cock throbbed within its confines.

  “Your wish is my command, my queen.” I grinned.

  I quickly lifted my hips and yanked off my pants, and my dick sprang forth, huge and hard, ready to let Nerissa have her way with me. Then I slid my hands over her taut stomach, and the warmth of her skin radiated over the pads of my fingers like sunlight on a chilly day.

  The seductive grin Nerissa wore on her face as she positioned her dripping pussy lips over me was nearly enough to make me cum right then and there.

  “Fill me with your seed, Ben,” she whispered. “Bless me with another child. My womb is ready.”

  With that murmured need, the queen sank down over my cock, and both of us gasped and moaned, overcome with the sheer pleasure of the moment. I closed my eyes as her glorious hips started to propel her up and down over my dick, and the feeling of her warm, wet pussy as she rode me was like I’d just ingested liquid gold.

  This was heaven.

  Nerissa rode me for as long as she could. The queen was talented in so many ways, but her work in the bedroom was above and beyond. No human woman could have ever held a candle to my queen, and she rocked back and forth with her hands on my chest while she moaned so loudly I was sure she could be heard on the other islands.

  I kneaded her ass in my hands as I started to feel the tightness in my balls. Soon, I took a little more control, and I pushed her hips up and down over me at lightning fast speed. The sound of our love filled the room, wet and loud, and I wanted a music file filled with that noise, just so I could listen to it over and over again.

  “Gods, yes,” I gasped out when I came inside of her. I felt my seed shoot forward, hard, fast, and all the way into Nerissa’s cervix, and the queen seized around me.

  “Ben, yes, please!” she hollered. “Fill me with your seed, Ben!”

  I did. I filled her with everything I had to give, and it was minutes before the two of us came down from our highs enough to curl up side by side, skin against skin, and enjoy the presence of each other.

  “I hope we have a little girl,” Nerissa murmured as she stroked my chest, and I grinned at the thought of a baby girl with Nerissa’s eyes and my hair.

  “Me, too.”

  As we drifted off to sleep, I started to devise a plan for our new government system in my head, but I only got the bare bones of it down in my head before darkness took me.

  The next morning, Mira crept into Nerissa’s room and woke me up before the sun had even had the chance to shine a few of its golden rays over the mountain.

  “Good morning, my king,” the warrior murmured, careful not to wake her slumbering sister.

  “Morning.” I smiled up at her as the last rays of pale white moonlight cascaded over her deep green hair.

  I carefully slipped out of Nerissa’s grasp and off the mattress, and I took extra precautions not to shift the bed too much and wake her up.

  Then Mira and I padded out of the castle to the front, where George and Nixie already awaited us. The four of us slipped through the shadows as rays of morning light began to make the earth glow a soft golden color, and we went down to the lagoon where George and I had first bonded.

  I’d forgotten how massive it was. I hadn’t been back since the day George had bonded with me, when I’d been in so much searing pain I was absolutely convinced I was about to die.

  If only I could go back and tell that man what he was about to get himself into, and the adventure his life was about to become.

  Mira and I stood on the rock that overlooked the blue water as it churned, flowed below us, and fed into the ocean.

  “So, what do we need to do?” I asked George.

  The giant dragon peeked over the edge of the water, back at Mira and me, and then over at Nixie.

  “What is it?” Mira asked as she narrowed her eyes at the dragons.

  I am not sure this will work, he started carefully, but I believe if you imbue the scale of the dragon you are bonded with, your godly connection is enhanced.

  “Imbue the scale … you mean we have to eat one of your scales?” Mira gasped, and she seemed horrified at the thought.

  Do not worry, dear Mira, Nixie chuckled. Dragons shed scales often. It will not hurt us.

  Mira glanced at me, but all I could do was shrug. A shot at this was better than nothing, and if anyone would have answers for us, it would definitely be a god.

  “Let’s chow down, then,” I announced.

  George and Nixie each started to shake and jump about as they tried to knock off any loose scales. After a few seconds, a shimmery blue scale fell from George’s shoulder, and a bright pink one slipped out of Nixie’s tail.

  “Well, here goes nothing,” I said as I picked up George’s scale, and Mira picked up Nixie’s.

  We shared a nervous look, and then each took a single bite.

  I wasn’t sure what I expected a dragon scale to taste like, but it was absolutely nothing like what I got. Instead of a hard, crunchy bone, I bit down into a soft surface that had the consistency of freshly baked bread. And it didn’t taste bad at all, either. George’s dragon scale tasted like a petal from an edible flower.

  I carefully chewed my first bite and then took a second one for good measure before I turned to George.

  “How do I know if it’s working?” I asked him.

  I suppose, dear friend, we will just have to see, the dragon replied.

  Come on. Nixie gave us a toothy white grin before she galloped off the edge of the rock and splashed into the water below.

  We must follow our women, huh, Ben? George chuckled before he followed the exact same path his mate just had.

  Mira quickly stripped off her shoes and pants to reveal her toned, muscular legs before she did a perfect dive right into the waters below.

  I took my shoes, pants, and shirt off as well, and I left only the white boxers I’d asked Careen to make me long ago.

  “Look out!” I called out before I took a running leap off the rock and cannonballed into the water below.

  The second I hit the surface, a warm, fuzzy feeling suddenly filled me, as if someone had bottled up sunshine and poured it directly into every single cell in my body.

  You have come for answers, a deep voice reverberated throughout all of our minds.

  Shock zapped through me like an electrical current. A lot of crazy things had happened to me since I appeared on this island, but speaking to a deity was certainly the strangest.

  Mira looked like her eyes would pop out of her head as she glanced over at me and swum a little closer, with Nixie at her side.

  Yes, George said in our connection. We wanted to know about the maldungs, and what to expect from them.

  Ah, Oshun sighed. Yes. I had to teach them a lesson a very long time ago, but I am afraid they have not learned it yet. Here, let me show you.

  Instantly, the water around us disappeared, and it was as if we were transported to a completely different world. I knew from the bird’s eye view we had that we looked down upon what the land had looked like long ago, before the ocean had flooded it. I could see the peaks of mountains in the same places islands now stood. The land itself was shaped like a crescent moon, and in the valleys of it, we could see enormous structures and buildings, like little cities. They actually reminded me of New York or San Francisco back on earth, but in the nineteenth century, and not the modern day.

  As we watched, the three ships I now recognized as the maldungs approached the shore. Their enormous canons started to go off, and they were aimed right at the city in the center of the land mass, right next to what would now be our home island.

  Suddenly, a massive tidal wave roared up from the sea behind the three ships. The wave took over everything as it smashed across the three ships and roared over the crescent moon shaped land to fill the valleys and cities with water. Within seconds, everything was submerged.

  Slowly,
though, the white ghost ships rose from the sea. They were no longer solid wood, though, and I recognized the same ghostly white color I’d grown used to.

  Then, just like that, the maldungs vanished.

  The ships were supposed to be destroyed, Oshun’s voice spoke again as the image before our eyes disappeared, and we returned to the lagoon once more. But they had tools we did not know about, tools that turned them into what they are now. Those tools are now buried within their old cities, though, where they cannot be reached. But you must defeat the maldungs, Draco Rex, and you must go forth to help the rest of our world. You are the most important being since the days the gods roamed the earth. You will change this world, Ben from Earth.

  And just like that, I felt the connection disappear again, and the deity was gone.

  I’d been underwater long enough now, and my lungs burned. Quickly, I kicked my way up to the surface and gasped in a gulp of air at the same time Mira did.

  “We … we just spoke to a god,” Mira breathed, and her gold eyes were wide, but almost vacant, as if she still saw what laid beneath the water.

  “Yeah,” I snorted. “I never thought that would be something either of us said.”

  “Me, neither,” she chuckled. “I have prayed to Oshun so many times. To hear his voice in my ear makes me feel even more blessed.”

  “You and me both,” I replied before I got down to the matter at hand. “So, whatever we need is buried in their underwater cities. That’s not much help to us.”

  Mira bit her lip and nodded.

  “We will find another way, Ben,” she promised. “I am sure there is something that can defeat the ghost ships, something we can access on land.”

  “I have never wished for a submarine more in my life,” I laughed. “Even if it would make me claustrophobic as hell, we’d be able to dive deep and get those tools we need.”

  Mira, George, Nixie, and I chewed over what Oshun had shown us as we returned to the castle. It was helpful to know there was a way to defeat the ghost ships, but we still didn’t have a way to access it, since it was buried far underneath the ocean’s surface.

  “Jonas!” I called out as we entered the palace, and the old man poked his head out of the doorway to the kitchen and smiled at us.

  “My, you all are quite the sight,” he chuckled. “What happened?”

  “We went to the God’s Lagoon and spoke with Oshun,” I explained.

  “You … what?” the old soothsayer asked with wide eyes.

  “It’s a long story,” I said and waved my hand dismissively, “but Oshun told us about the tools the maldungs used to turn themselves into ghosts. Apparently, though, everything is buried miles and miles below the surface of the ocean. Which means it’s either going to be a mission straight from hell, or a terrible option. Do you know any way we could get these tools?”

  Jonas chewed on his lip, closed his eyes, and thought for a moment.

  I’d learned not to interrupt the old soothsayer when that intense expression crossed his face. The man’s brilliance laid in his silence.

  “I might,” he finally said, but I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t sure. “However, I’m afraid my memory is not what it used to be. I must enlist Talise’s help to concoct a potion that will help this old man unlock memories buried deep in the past. Give me two sunrises, and I believe I will have an answer for you.”

  “Two sunrises.” I nodded. “Thank you, Jonas.”

  It wasn’t ideal, since we had no idea when the maldungs would return, but it was a lead and a possible solution, so I’d take it.

  I knew I couldn’t speed up Talise or this magical potion, so I decided I needed to turn my focus to my community of women. We needed to fortify the village and organize our forces, but I realized we needed to have a discussion about our government system first. We wouldn’t be effective against the maldungs if we didn’t consolidate the deer and dragonkin women into one “army,” so that was my first step.

  A few hours later, Nerissa, Mira, Jemma, Ainsley, Talise, and I all met inside one of the old meeting rooms toward the back of the palace. Soon after, Sela joined us with an update from the wall.

  “There is still no sign of the ghost ships,” the warrior informed us. “We have been on a rotating watch for the last two days.”

  “Thank god,” I muttered as I sunk in my seat.

  “Is it possible they have decided not to bother us?” Sela asked.

  “No, cousin.” Talise shook her head. “Marella’s visions are never wrong.”

  “Then we should make more sea glass spears for the deer women, my king,” Sela suggested as she turned to me. “Something they can carry along with their bows, in case we are in a close contact fight. I watched Theora practice her archery the other day, and while they are talented, I am worried a bow will not be enough in a battle against these enemies.”

  “You’re right.” I nodded. “We’ll get started on that as soon as possible. Good job, Sela.”

  “Thank you, Draco Rex.” The gray-blue haired dragon woman nodded once at me, turned on her heels, and walked out.

  “Will I ever get her to relax?” I joked. The only time I’d ever seen the warrior actually let her guard down was when we had sex, and even then, she’d been more focused on getting a baby inside her than anything else.

  “Let me know when you figure out how to make that happen,” Mira snickered. “I have known that woman all my life, and I have never seen her without perfect posture and a frown on her face.”

  We all sat down around the table as the chit chat fell away, and the women all got serious.

  “How would you like to set up a government, Ben?” Nerissa asked. “I believe you should still be at the top, as Draco Rex.”

  “Oh, trust me, I’m always on top.” I winked at her and enjoyed the soft eye roll and blush I received in return. “Yes, I agree about that, but what I think we need to implement is some sort of democratic system. Ainsley’s people aren’t exactly used to one person making all the decisions the way you guys are.”

  “Do you not discuss things before you vote on them?” Jemma’s eyes went wide as she stared at Nerissa.

  “No,” the queen replied. “And we normally do not vote. At least, we didn’t in the old system. But Ben is right, it is time for a new system to be put in place.”

  “I think we should set up liaisons between us and the rest of the women,” I said. “Talise and Mira can handle the dragonkin women, and Jemma can handle her people.”

  “Ben, we do not want that,” Ainsley suddenly interjected, and the strawberry blonde glanced to Jemma, who nodded in agreement.

  “What part?” I asked.

  “All of it,” Jemma replied.

  “Wait … what?” I frowned and looked between the two deer women.

  “I know you’re trying to be considerate of our people and our traditions, Ben,” Ainsley said with a smile, “but our traditions didn’t work. In fact, they nearly caused the extinction of our race. If it wasn’t for you, we would have perished. So, we would like you to be in charge. You are Draco Rex, the king.”

  “Yeah, but that’s for Nerissa’s people,” I pointed out.

  “Our people,” Nerissa corrected as she reached out and took my hand.

  “Exactly.” Ainsley nodded. “And are we not your people, too, Ben?”

  “Of course, you are,” I quickly assured her. “I just thought--”

  “I know,” Ainsley cut me off. “You are a good man, Ben, and you want what is best for us. But I believe this is what is best for all of us. So, we want you to be the one in charge of everything.”

  “So … you don’t want a say in your government?” I clarified, even as my chest filled with excitement at the prospect of being the sole ruler of these gorgeous women.

  “We trust you with our lives,” Jemma added as she regarded me with uncharacteristic seriousness. “You are the one ruler, Ben. Just tell us what you want us to do, and we will do it.”

  “Ok
ay,” I said as a broad grin spread across my face. “I am happy to be the king. You guys can advise me, if you want, but I’ll make all the final decisions.”

  Even before the words had left my mouth, I knew it was the exact right thing to do. The women were right. I was the king. I should be the one who made all of the decisions.

  With the matter of our government settled, it was time to turn my attention to the village. I knew I needed to keep manning the guard tower day and night, so we could keep watch over the ocean and raise the alarm if the ghost ships appeared. I hated that we were stuck until Jonas’ memory potion was done, but there was nothing to be done but to wait and prepare.

  However, even though I wanted to keep vigilant, I also wanted to keep the village running smoothly and all of the women calm. The last thing I needed was mass panic on my newly crowned self’s hands.

  So, over the next two days, while we waited for Jonas’ memory potion to be ready, I shifted my focus between the gardens, the huts, and the guard tower up on the wall. So far, the ghost ships hadn’t reappeared again, but I refused to let my guard down. Talise was absolutely right. Marella had never been wrong about a vision. I wasn’t completely sure just how her foresight worked, but I knew it was derived from some sort of powerful magic that wouldn’t lie to us or lead us astray. After all, she’d been right about Jonas and Ainsley, so I knew my daughter was right about this.

  Three days after our first council meeting to decide on the structure of our government, Jemma and I were up in the guard tower as we watched over the placid ocean.

  “Ben,” Jemma broke the silence gently.

  “Yeah?” I asked and turned to her with a smile.

  “What other people do you think are out there?” she asked as she pointed a finger toward the ocean and whatever laid beyond the horizon.

  “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “The orcs sound like they’ve got a lot of islands they’re either conquering, or trying to conquer. There were plenty on the map I found in the orc rowboat, but it didn’t really indicate which ones had people on them or not.”

  “Do you think any of them are untouched by the orcs?” Jemma asked, and her chartreuse eyes glimmered hopefully.