Making monster girls 8 f.., p.29
Making Monster Girls 8: For Science!, page 29
I fell forward, took her pert nipple into my mouth, and suckled it gently. Josephine’s head rocked backward, and a roaring moan echoed around the room. The heiress’ hips lifted, and the tip of my penis entered into her warm, wet walls. I pulled my lips away from her, and her rosy nipple fell from my mouth with a loud pop. I sensed the great need within her, and it only continued to build as I pushed my entire member inside of her convulsing walls.
“By science,” I growled through gritted teeth. “Josephine, you’re so tight.”
“I was made specifically for you, Charles,” the drake-woman giggled. “My tunnel was made to massage and milk your penis while you make love to me, my womb was made to accept your seed and grow your beautiful children. My hips were made to birth those babies, and my breasts will feed and nourish them. Isn’t my body perfect for your love?”
“Yes,” I moaned, gripped her by the wrists, and slammed her hands against the wall. “If that’s true, then, let’s test it out.”
I pumped into her as hard and as fast as I could, and Josephine’s eyes slammed shut. Her ecstasy-filled moans lifted into the air and bounced off the flimsy, wooden walls of the caravan. I ran my fingers through her hair as I pounded into her and whispered sweet words into her ear. The drake-woman let out little airy gasps each time I thrust in her tight tunnel, and suddenly, I pulled out of her, grabbed her by the thick hips, flipped her over, and took her from behind. She cried out louder this time, almost a full scream, and she hastily covered her mouth to soften the sound. I drove my penis back inside of her, and Josephine moaned into her hand as she fought to keep herself quiet.
I thrust into her harder, clutched onto her hips with both hands, and her large breasts bounced with each of my movements. I watched them deliriously over her shoulder. I licked my lips and enjoyed the feeling of her warmth wrapped around my cock. Josephine felt like exquisite oil each time I dipped into her, and I had to fight off my orgasm each second.
The drake-woman looked over her shoulder with heated, hungry eyes, and I could tell from the way she tightened around me, she was close. I held her hips so tightly that the skin of her rump turned scarlet with imprints of my hands. The heiress panted, glanced over her shoulder one last time, and then let out a ringing scream. The drake-woman’s hips bucked against me, and without thinking, my hands instinctively went to her thick, scaled tail.
“Come for me, my love.” I held the drake-woman in place as I drove my steel-hard penis inside of her velvety walls.
“Charles! I’m climaxing! Ohhh! Sooo… goooddddd!” Josephine gasped airily three times in quick succession, threw back her head, and her entire body tensed against me.
I pumped inside of her, slowed my pace, and aided her orgasm as it rocketed skyward, but right as I did, I felt my own rise in my groin.
“Fuck! Josephine! I’m going to...!” I couldn’t help but move faster inside of her, and the more Josephine reacted and bucked her hips, the closer my orgasm loomed in the distance.
With one last thrust, both of us were thrust into the roils of a powerful orgasm. I threw back my head and roared up to the ceiling as my seed exploded into her. I pumped into her as I felt it pour out of me all the way to the depths of her womb.
“Charles!” Josephine screamed. “Your warm seed is filling my body! Yes! Yes! Yesssss!”
I moved slowly now and drew out all of my movements as her womanhood tightened and finally relaxed around me. I pulled out of her, and a long trail of my pearly semen dripped down her shapely thighs.
“Ohhh…” Josephine turned over and flopped down on the desktop. The drake-woman’s orange eyes met mine, and a small smile twinged at the corners of her lips.
“You liked that,” I growled.
“Oh, science, Charles,” the drake-woman panted. “That was amazing. I hope your seed takes hold in my womb and gives me a chil--”
A loud, vaguely familiar sound broke both of our attentions away from the conversation, and I lifted my head to listen. The drake-woman and I hastily redressed while the sound came again. Josephine’s orange eyes widened as she slipped into her jumpsuit, crossed to the small window above my desk, and then wrenched it open. Then I heard my favorite green-haired desperado’s voice above the wailing wind.
“We’ve got another letter!” Matilda shouted, and I hastily moved around the motor toward the window.
When I glanced out, the moon was high and shined down on everything below. A single shadow glided through the sky, and I immediately recognized the lithe body of the adolescent griffin. I leaned out of the window and stretched out my arm for the creature to land on before letting out a shrill whistle. The beast glanced down at me with its golden eyes, shifted its mighty wings, and then plummeted down toward the two of us. When it landed on me, it’s hearty weight almost pulled me halfway through the window, and I hastily but carefully moved it inside. Before I could even shift, the griffin gingerly hopped off my forearm, landed on my desk, and then danced around for a second before preening its beautiful feathers.
“It can never get used to seeing such a beautiful creature such as this,” Josephine sighed and reached out to stroke the top of the creature’s head. “I can’t believe they’re not extinct.”
As the griffin allowed Josephine to stroke its feathers and made a soft chirping sound in the back of its throat, I spied the scroll of parchment attached to its ankle by a neon-yellow ribbon. The last one had been red, and I had to wonder, did the colors mean anything? I mean, she was a scientist, and though she was a woman, I doubted she had copious amounts of ribbon laying around. This first one had been scarlet, which usually meant danger and violence, but this shade was different.
“Josie,” I uttered softly and untied the letter from the griffin’s ankle. “What does the color yellow mean? Do you have any idea?”
“Well...” the drake-woman pondered for a second. “There are many different meanings for each color, but yellow is spontaneous and unstable. The most prevalent feeling for yellow is fear or insanity. Why do you ask?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head and unfurled the tiny scroll. “I just have a hunch the colors of the ribbons mean something.”
“I’ve heard of things like that.” Josephine nodded. “The Queen used colored seals when sending decrees or letters to the people or her royal court. Generally, by the color of the seal, the receiver can get an idea of what the letter pertains before they even open it.”
“Do you think the scientist would know anything about that?” I probed. “I mean, it could be nothing, but from what we’ve heard and seen so far, the scientist is very deliberate.”
“Only high-powered citizens use that type of thing,” the drake-woman explained. “So, she could be a high-class citizen. I mean, she’s obviously left that life for a new one, but I will admit, old habits die hard, and it could easily be she hasn’t even noticed this one.”
“Alright,” I grunted. “I’ll ask Matilda later if any of her other letters were sent like this, but for now, I’ll set it aside.”
I held the scroll tightly in one hand, found the edge of it, and unfurled it. The scientist’s handwriting was beautiful and in elegant cursive I only associated with aristocrats.
“I’ve managed to escape,” I read the hastily scribbled shorthand aloud. “Sub is intact, thankfully. Made to T. but Queen’s guards are searching for me. So many guards. Too many guards. Only came up to the surface to send letter. Never asked for help before but please, help.”
When I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Josephine, her usually pink-ish skin was deathly pale, her eyes were glossy, and her mouth hung agape. Suddenly, her orange gaze flicked to mine, and her lips snapped closed into a determined line.
“We have to get there,” the honey-blonde demanded. “We have to save her, Charles.”
“Yes, I know.” I nodded. “But we’re going as fast as we can, Josephine.”
“Fuck!” the heiress shouted and smacked her fists to her temples in frustration. “Shit. Goddamnit! What can we do? Motherfucking shit.”
“We’ll think of something. Even if we have to drive the horses there all day and night, we’ll make it, and we’ll save her.”
“You’re right!” the honey-blonde barked, nodded, and slammed her closed fist into her palm. “I’m hysterical, and that is the last thing we need right now. We need to think logically. Charles, remind me again, what is the extent of Cecelia’s power?”
“Portals,” I forced out. “She can portal herself or things to places she’s been or seen. The size of the object doesn’t really matter, but she has to know where the location is or have been there at least once before.”
Josephine paused for a long moment, crossed her right arm over her chest, and tapped her chin while she paced. She thought for a few minutes while I patiently waited to hear what she had to say, and finally, the drake-woman paused to turn toward me.
“You know what my power is,” Josephine said in a rush. “I can control the movement of bodies, I can speak telepathically to my Drake Legion and other people, but there’s something else I recently discovered.”
“Really?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “What is it?”
“I can’t read minds, Charles,” the drake-woman explained. “But I look into people’s thoughts. Only once, though, and then the power ends. It’s usually images or snippets of past conversations.”
“Wait,” I boomed and raised my right hand into the air. “I think I know where you’re going with this. Do you think you could take one of the desperado’s memories of Tulna, transfer it to Cecelia’s mind, and then she can portal us there?”
“I don’t know if it’ll work,” Josephine stated nervously. “But it wouldn’t hurt to try. If we get there tonight or tomorrow morning…”
“Matilda,” I shouted through the window, and immediately, the green-haired desperado slowed her horse.
“What is it, stud?” the lead desperado shouted with a wide grin. “I’m a bit busy right now, ya know, leadin’ you to Tulna.”
“We need to get there a lot faster than we thought,” I bellowed over the howling wind. “Ride up to the driver’s seat and wait there for us.”
“Alright!” Matilda laughed over her shoulder, smacked the reins against the mechanical horse’s back, and rode off.
“Come with me,” I ordered, grabbed the honey-blonde by the wrist, and pulled her out of the cabin.
“Wait, Charles,” the drake-woman protested. “What about the motor? Have you finished? We can’t get to Tulna before you’ve finished.”
“I’ve been finished for a while,” I explained. “I was just putting the finishing touches on it to make sure it functions properly. Not only that but getting to Tulna is far too important.”
“We don’t even know if it’ll work!” Josephine objected.
“We have to try!” I replied and pulled her through each of the cabins until we reached the kitchen.
I ripped open the small window, and both Edony and Cecelia jumped. The black-drake-woman gasped loudly, clutched at her chest, and turned with wide eyes to stare at the two of us.
“Charles--” Edony started, but I interrupted her with a shake of my head.
“Edony, get inside,” I ordered. “Cecelia, stay there. Josephine and I are coming out.”
“O-Okay,” the Duchess blundered, carefully rose from her seat, and then climbed in through the window. “What’s happening, Charles?”
“The scientist is in danger,” I forced out, grabbed Josephine by the waist, and forced her out the window. “We need to get to Tulna faster than this.”
“And how do you expect us to do that?” the she-wolf asked. “The horses are already going faster than they should! They need to rest!”
“I know that,” I admitted, grabbed the window frame, and then hauled myself out of it. “But just trust me, alright?”
“Charles, please,” Cecelia begged. “What is happening?”
“We’re going to do something a little crazy,” I explained as I settled myself down into the seat beside her. “We received another letter from the scientist. She’s in grave danger. Guards are swarming the city, and I fear if we don’t get there soon, they’ll find her and retake her. We can’t let that happen. We have to save her.”
“Okaaaay?” the redhead drawled out, held the reins loosely in her hands, and then glanced over at me. “So, what am I supposed to do? You know I can’t portal there… I’ve never been to Tulna before.”
“Yes,” I uttered. “But Matilda and the desperados have.”
“So, what?” the black-drake-woman whispered. “They can’t just give me a description and think I’ll know where that is.”
“That’s where Josephine comes in.” I grinned. “She forces the image of Tulna into your mind so you can see it and take us there.”
“What?” Cecelia barked in a monotone voice. “That won’t work… or at least, I don’t think it will.”
“We have to try,” Josephine breathed through a forced smile. “For the sake of the scientist, we have to fucking try.”
“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you curse,” Cecelia gasped and then glanced back at the sand in front of us. “By science, that’s the first time I’ve heard you say the word ‘fuck.’ You’re serious? Ohhhhh, science, you’re serious.”
“What didya want from me?” Matilda cried over the wind. “I need to get back to the head of the group!”
“Matilda!” I roared. “I need you to think about Tulna! Picture it in your head! What it looks, feels, hell, even tastes like! Please. If you could paint a picture of it, what would it be?”
“Uhhhhhhh!” Matilda nearly screamed with tightly shut eyes. “Okay, okay, I got it. What am I ‘supposed to do now?”
“Nothing, just keep that image in your head,” I ordered. “Josephine, now it’s your turn.”
“Okay, alright,” the honey-blonde murmured and settled her orange cat-like eyes on the desperado before closing them, too.
Josephine’s face tensed for a moment, but I felt no power move over me like all of the other times. I suspected because this wasn’t an outward usage of her abilities. Any time she’d used them in front of us before, she’d been controlling someone else’s body. The honey-blonde’s mouth dropped open, and I noticed her mouth moved as if she were speaking, but no words came out. Then I heard the soft whisper.
“I don’t know,” Josephine moaned. “I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.”
Without hesitating, I reached out and rested my hand against her shoulder. Instantly, the drake-woman relaxed but didn’t open her eyes.
“Josephine,” I muttered into her ear. “Remember what I told you earlier. Let your fear fuel you. Let it take hold inside of you, and may it be the reason you continue fighting. It isn’t ‘I don’t know’ anymore. That’s weak, and I’ve known you a very long time, and you are not weak, not even close.”
Josephine breathed in deeply, clamped her lips shut, and then pressed them into a firm, decisive line. She could do this, and I knew she could. All she had to do was believe in herself.
“I don’t know what the fuck is happenin’,” Matilda shouted. “But that feels mighty weeeeeird.”
“I don’t feel anything,” Cecelia whispered and then gasped loudly as if she’d been pinched. “Oh my god… Charles, I see it! I see Tulna! It’s right there! I can almost reach out and touch it!”
“Hurry up,” Josephine grunted between clenched teeth. “This isn’t as easy as it looks, Cecelia.”
“Oh!” the black-drake-woman panted. “Sorry!”
Just like before, the portal appeared in front of us seamlessly. There was no pained screaming from Cecelia, and when I glanced at her, her pale face was serene. The inky blue edges of the portal wavered and wobbled like flames, and I barely had time to think as we passed through it. It felt as if we were traveling through molasses, a thick warm goo where the portal’s outer rings muffled all sound and light, except this time, it was cold molasses. Everything around me, the caravan, the horses, even my body felt weightless as we traveled through the portal. Just as suddenly as it had started, we crept through the other side of the portal and then blasted over the sandy road into the darkened desert.
“Holy fucking shit,” Josephine gasped and leaned back in the driver’s seat. “Hooooly fuuuucking shiiiiit.”
“We did it,” Cecelia whispered shakily. “I can’t believe it. We did it.”
The caravan rolled forward on even sand, and in the dark, I squinted ahead of us to make out any shapes I could. It was warmer here, but not by much, and I searched the sky for any signs of the city. Cecelia pulled back on the reins, and our horses slowed, but I couldn’t see anything in the darkness around us. Finally, I tilted back my head and noticed something I hadn’t before. Above us, there looked like there was a seam in the sky where the stars twinkled, and the dark blue was a little lighter than the rest. Suddenly, I grunted and jumped from the driver’s seat.
The sand shifted underneath my boots as I took tentative steps forward and lifted my right hand in front of me. I moved past the panting horses, the waiting desperados, and moved even closer to the inky black shape in front of us. Just as I suspected, my hand suddenly pressed against the grainy surface of sandstone, and I leaned my head back to stare up at the enormous fortifications we almost ran straight into. It was as I imagined in my head earlier in the day.
The wall towered above us so high it nearly blocked out all of the sky. When I glanced on either side of me, the rounded walls seemed to stretch on to the ends of the desert. This certainly wasn’t forty feet tall… it was higher, maybe fifty or sixty, and if it were that tall, it must’ve been wider than twenty feet. An impenetrable city armed and reinforced to the teeth. The magnitude of the structure baffled me almost just as much as the first time I’d laid eyes on Granhamn. I wanted to stand here, stare up at it, and marvel at its enormity. I’d never seen anything so large and terrifying before in my life. It was nothing more than an architectural triumph, and though I planned to destroy it, it was indeed a sight to see.
