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Monster Girl in the Shadows, page 1
Monster Girl in the Shadows
Masters of the Monsterverse Book 3
Jamie Hawke
Copyright © 2020 by Jamie Hawke
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Contents
Welcome
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Meet the Ladies
Author Notes
About the Author
Welcome
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1
Strange, distant chanting sounded. My hand groped as I struggled to open my eyes, then landed on something soft and round. A breast! Not a bad way to wake, but what was the noise? I managed to open my eyes a crack and saw light streaming in from the wooden shutters. A low purr of cars, along with people moving about and talking, managed to work its way in between the chants.
Of course! We were in Tunis, the capital of Tunisia, so this had to be the call to prayer. If that gave me any indication of time, I had no idea what it would be.
Not that time mattered much anymore. At some point I figured I’d need to get back to my real life, at least to work on my visual novel and get something out to the world. We were doing fine without money so far, but that couldn’t last forever. The three monster girls I’d summoned from their world certainly wouldn’t have any, but I wondered about Ahlaksiz. Seeing as she was part of the group now—officially linked the night before after a late arrival in Tunis—if she had money, would it be ours?
Her situation was tricky, considering that she had been on Earth, by my understanding, for around a thousand years. Had she linked as a show of good faith, or was this more than that? I didn’t want to ask and get a clear answer, because I wasn’t sure I’d be ready for whatever that answer might be.
“Why’re you pinching my nipple?”
I looked over to see Milrae—whom I’d known as Milkshake until the night before—eyeing me.
“Sorry.”
She grinned. “No need to apologize, so long as you know what you’re getting into.”
I grinned, hand moving to her back as I leaned over to kiss her. She was into it, leg going between mine and pressing gently against my exposed balls. Because of her strange, skeletal, demon-like wings, she had to sleep on her side, and while kissing this way, she didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands. That was okay by me for now, because I wasn’t exactly sure what to think of being caressed by furry, clawed paws. She was, after all, some sort of red-panda-meets-demon monster.
“Put your pants on,” Ahlaksiz said, and I turned to see her standing in the doorway, already fully dressed and looking very prim and proper. She had her hair up in a bun, wearing tan slacks and a leather jacket over what seemed to be a tank top. The look worked for me in a sort of Lara Croft or female Indiana Jones way. She eyed me with a hint of a smile but shook her head. “We’ll have time for all that again later. Right now, we have work to do.”
“Work?” Kinara yawned from my other side, wrapping an arm around me, her hand going for my balls. Her bat wing, connected to her arm, draped over me nicely. “Playing is more fun.”
“Of course it is, but if we want to have any chance at this, we need to move. I’m sure Jalee would agree that the longer we take, the worse it’ll get.”
A bump sounded from beneath us; Jalee must have hit her head on the bottom of the bed. I had no idea why she insisted on sleeping beneath it, but apparently, it was a thing some monsters—such as this one—preferred. Part of me wondered if others liked sleeping in closets, but at least Kinara and Milrae were in bed with me.
Milrae gave me one more kiss, then pushed herself up and out of bed. She stretched. As her wings spread, a shimmer passed between them.
“What…?” I started, taking Kinara’s hand as I sat up to have a look.
“What, what?” Milrae turned to me, confused.
“Your wings, there’s…”
“Let me have a look.” Ahlaksiz strode over, and Milrae spread them wide so that we could all see, including herself. A light layer of nearly transparent wing was visible.
“It would appear you got an upgrade or two yesterday?” I said.
I was, of course, referring to the way we could upgrade, or at least get enhanced power, from life energy called prana and ichor. I was upgrading as well, but had a long way to go in terms of really understanding it.
Milrae was all smiles, but her brow furrowed in confusion. “With all the fighting, I don’t know. Is it possible?”
“Well, let’s keep it up. Can’t hurt to have three fliers in the group.” Ahlaksiz eyed me. “Apparently, you have a thing for women with wings.”
“Do I?”
“You summoned three monsters, and all three happen to have wings. Maybe you don’t know it, but that wouldn’t have happened without a reason.”
I shrugged. Sure, I’d always dreamed of flying, of being able to soar high above the world. Who hadn’t?
But did I find wings sexy? I wasn’t sure about that. Then again, on these three, they worked. As Jalee climbed out from under the bed, I was reminded that she didn’t always have wings—only when she wanted them. Now that would be a power I’d enjoy.
“Today we begin our search.” Ahlaksiz went to the window and drew the shutters, earning moans from the ladies as light streamed in. “Today, we form ourselves an army.”
2
After a quick shower and change of clothes, which Ahlaksiz had picked up from a shop down the street, we made our way to the market for coffee and a bite to eat. I couldn’t help thinking how sexy these monster girls looked in their new outfits.
Kinara wore a fashionable hat to hide her ears, while Milrae required something a bit more extreme, going with almost a full hijab to hide her panda ears, and a heavy dress to cover her wings. Considering how hot the weather was, I was certain that couldn’t be very comfortable. Still, it had a certain appeal—the idea that there was the sexy, beautiful creature I knew her to be tucked in, hidden from view.
Jalee required the least amount of concealment, since her wings only came out if she activated her electricity. Then there was Ahlaksiz, who could hide her monster features.
I patted the little side-satchel she’d picked up for me, feeling like Indiana Jones. We had the half of the sun disk in there, which meant we couldn’t dawdle or risk getting found out. Bonding and all that was necessary, but we weren’t in Tunisia on a sight-seeing trip, especially considering what the sun disk could do if it was ever reunited with the other half possessed by the lamia woman back in California. A portal to the monster world could be very bad in the wrong hands. Ahlaksiz was watching me with curiosity, so I returned her gaze, holding it to see who would break first. Neither of us caved.
“How do you hide your form?” I asked, deciding it was silly to play games—especially with someone who had been around much, much longer than myself.
Alhaksiz took a sip of tea, then smiled pleasantly. “That’s something everyone here can learn in time. Similar to how you are going to have to learn how to cultivate your powers.”
I nodded, then frowned. “I still don’t fully understand that concept.” I’d been able to increase my strength and speed, but my understanding of it was that I would be able to learn to do so much more. I could even level up, of sorts, and get in touch with specific skills—eventually, without the use of madra and ichor.
“I’d like to reach that point,” Milrae admitted.
“And hide who you truly are?” Kinara scoffed, eyeing a burnt sausage with disgust. “Not for me.”
“You’re hiding yourself right now,” I pointed out.
“But I’m still me under the hat,” she countered. “Though you might have a point. I guess it could have its uses, like… public bathing.”
“What?”
She grinned. “I assume that if I could change my appearance to hide my ears and tail,” she frowned at a confused glance from an old man smoking nearby, then continued, “why not make my boobs look humongous when I go to a public bath? Give the ladies something to gawk at out of jealousy, right?”
“First, we don’t do much public bathing,” I countered, “well, not in the U.S., anyway. Second, your breasts are perfect. Trust me.”
She shrugged. “I don’t want back problems or anything like that, but since they’d only be visually there, could be fun. That’s all I’m saying.”
Ahlaksiz cleared her throat, shaking her head. “You don’t practice the ancient arts to make body parts bigger—keep that in mind,” she eyed me at that.
I frowned, biting into a chocolate croissant to hide my annoyance. Overall I’d done a great job of not feeling insecure, especially considering all the monster shlongs we’d seen at the party in the mansion. There was no question mine wasn’t the biggest in town, but they’d all seemed to enjoy it. For her to now come at me like that wasn’t nice.
Jalee must’ve sensed my annoyance, because she scooted close, putting an arm around me. “Fuck her. It’s not huge, but it’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, and the tastiest I’ve ever had the pleasure of putting in my mouth.”
“Oh, for screams’ sake,” Ahlaksiz put down her tea, looking flustered. “I didn’t mean it as an insult. Human men are always focused on that, is what I meant. Any chance they get, they’re thinking about ways to make themselves bigger, or wondering if they’re not big enough. Trust me, you almost always are.”
“Almost?” Kinara asked.
Ahlaksiz arched an eyebrow. “Story for another time, maybe. Suffice it to say, Jalee’s right. You shouldn’t need my compliments, but if you want it, we can go back upstairs right now and I’ll worship your manhood.”
This time the old man next to us grunted, shaking his head as he glared at us.
“Oh, mind your own business,” Milrae said.
Before anyone else could jump in, I held up a hand and apologized to the man, then returned my attention to the ladies. “No need for worshipping. At least, not when we have our search to get to. You can save your prayers for our next down time. And, thank you everyone, point taken. You all,” I lowered my voice, “have beautiful pussies, too.”
They all burst into laughter, while Kinara said, “That’s not something that you ever need to voice again, but thank you.”
“Hey, nothing wrong with appreciating what’s in front of me, from time to time.”
“Nothing wrong with it at all,” Jalee said, and kissed my cheek. “If everyone’s done, shall we?”
Kinara set aside the burnt sausage, so I took it, scarfing it down while Ahlaksiz took care of the bill.
“You going to be okay?” I asked Kinara.
“I’ll find something along the way,” she said, rubbing her cute little tummy. The idea of her catching a squirrel again made me a bit squeamish, but I nodded and stood, ready to go. With a quick pat on the hat on my head to check on it—“it” being my little shifter friend, Basty—I was ready to go. He sent me an image of being content, so that was good enough for me.
“Actually,” Ahlaksiz said, “I think we’re going to be able to kill two birds with one stone.”
“Oooh, I love bird,” Kinara said. “Two is better than one!”
“Ah, it’s a human saying, actually. No birds. But what I mean is, I asked inside, and there’s a market nearby. I think we might be able to look for totems there, in addition to finding you,” she nodded to Kinara instead of saying her name, in case others were nearby, “some food.”
“Any idea what kind?”
“Sheep, maybe camel, from what I understood of the man inside. My Arabic isn’t great, my French even worse.”
“I’d love both, I’m sure,” Kinara said excitedly. “Though I’m not sure what either is. Let’s go.”
I found myself wondering if they had variations of monster girls in their world that resembled sheep or camels, though cringed at the thought of either. Then I stifled a laugh at the thought of all the camel-toe jokes that would pop up in the case of the latter, and had to explain what that meant when they saw me looking silly.
“That’s a weird term for it,” Kinara noted. “Why not just call it ‘pussy bulge,’ or—”
“Camel-toe works, visually,” Ahlaksiz admitted, “but it’s crude.”
“What do you call a penis bulge?” Milrae asked.
“Pitching a tent, when it’s hard and pushing up the pants,” I answered. Eyeing Ahlaksiz, I added, “You probably know some terms.”
She sighed as if unable to believe she was having this conversation. “Let’s see, I’m not sure it’s the same, but I’ve heard talk of the puma tail, hiding the snake, budgie smuggler, moose knuckle… Oh, and mammal-toe. Like camel, just sounding more like ‘man’ at the beginning, sort of. They’re all stupid.”
The ladies were holding back laughs, and Kinara was grinning wide, clearly loving the discussion.
“Do guys like camel-toe?” Milrae asked as we kept walking.
Considering the question, I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s also confusing, because some women have flatter pussies, right? And others do kind of bulge. I mean, based on pictures and whatnot. Not that I look.”
They all stared at me – then I realized Kinara wasn’t there.
“Kinara,” Ahlaksiz scolded. We turned to see Kinara had stopped, pulling her new dress between her legs to see if her pussy made the shape we were discussing.
“I see it,” she said, “but I think it’s a stretch.”
“Maybe, but in conservative countries like this, we don’t go around showing off our camel-toe,” I said, as much as the image of her doing so was hilarious.
Seeing it on her, I had to think I did like it. And why not? I could see how on some women it might not be flattering. But on a woman whose pussy I loved to nuzzle up into and practically make out with, why not?
“Fun discussion, and thanks for the show,” Ahlaksiz said, “but let’s not forget what’s in that satchel, and that our mission here is not an anatomy class on either sex’s genitals.”
It was too bad; I was having fun with it. Partly I wouldn’t have minded a guy around to brag to or compare notes with, but that had never been something I’d had, so how could I miss it? Arturo and Alex had always shared their stories, but that had always come off to me more as bragging and douchy, especially since I wasn’t getting any at the time.
Now I needed to suppress my rising sexual obsession, at least until this next phase of our adventure granted us some downtime.
We passed a group of middle-schoolers, running by in a mix of western and middle-eastern looking clothes, so I had to commend Ahlaksiz on the timing of changing the subject. Two women stood talking at the next corner, one wearing a similar headscarf to Milrae’s; the scent of flavored tobacco carried out from a corner restaurant, with men played a game that might have been chess inside.
The entrance to the market was the opposite. At least, that’s what I assumed it was by the curved, light brown stone archway that many men and women were moving in and out of. Beyond it, I could already make out the colorful plates and tapestries on display; a man played some sort of strange, almost bagpipe-sounding instrument out front. Cars drove along a street that curved around the building supporting the archway to our left, kicking up exhaust that added to the already growing heat-haze of the morning.
“Ready for this?” Ahlaksiz asked as we approached.
