Taming the Naughty Monster Girls

by Reed James

  A crackling, white frost engulfed the rock. The chill sank into my hand. I wanted to flinch, to throw it away, but I held it. A cocky grin spread on my lips. I tossed the rock up and down, arching an eyebrow at the lamia. She put her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

  “You better not throw that rock at me!” she gasped, her breasts swaying. “That would make you a big meanie!”

  I hurtled the rock at her.

  She hissed and raised her arms before her face. The rock struck her forearm. A burst of icy white exploded from it. The cold-blooded lamia gasped as ice spread up her right arm. The rock spun through the air and hit the ground, crackling, freezing the moisture in the air.

  “Oooh, you are a big meanie!” the lamia hissed. “That hurt! It was cold! Why would you want to make me cold? It's such a warm day!”

  I winked at her.

  Metal twanged and scales rasped as she uncoiled her body from around Sir Carsin. The knight tottered then crashed to the ground. He groaned, twitching on his back, his armor squeezed around his body, bent and distorted, rendering him immobile. His legs kicked. His fingers flexed.

  “Curse you, snake-bitch!” the man growled. His helmet had spilled off, his face twisted, his brown cheeks flushed.

  She slithered across the ground at me, her breasts heaving. I could see the sweep of her stomach now. She had a little bellybutton above the smooth skin leading down to her plump pubic mound and the hairless folds of her pussy. Her snatch was right above the start of her scales. Her lower half undulated as she charged at me, her purple eyes flashing. A forked tongue flicked out of her mouth with a frantic rhythm.

  I held my staff tight and muttered, “Nujan inēl!”

  The frost swept up the pale wood of the staff. The air crackled as the moisture froze on it. Mist swept from the end, roiling in the hot, early summer air. I faced her, a cocky grin on my lips as I admired those lush, swaying breasts.

  “I'm going to slap that smile off your face!” the lamia huffed. “I'm going to enjoy mating you and squeezing you. You're going to go pop!”

  “What a way to go,” I said. My grin spread. “But I am afraid I have to decline the popping part. At least for my spine. I'll be willing to pop my cum off in you.”

  Her tongue flickered faster.

  Then she was on me. She moved fast. I swung my staff, sweeping the frigid wood through the air. Mist swirled around the end of the staff. She blocked with her forearm and hissed as the ice burst across her skin before melting into beading water. Her eyes narrowed as she slithered to the right.

  My gray robe swirled about me as I shifted. Her arms slashed at me, purple claws slicing for my face. I swung my staff. The loud smack and crackle of frost filled the air. She hissed, pain flashing across her face.

  “I'm a girl! You shouldn't hit me!” she hissed. “So mean!”

  Her tail flicked out at me, thick and fast. It blurred at me. I groaned as I struggled to block her. But I couldn't. She slammed into me. I grunted, the wind bursting from my lungs. Pain throbbed up my bruised chest. I stumbled back, my heart pounding as the adrenaline burned through me.

  “Damn,” I muttered as her tail swiped in again.

  I moved in time. I slammed my staff into her scaled tail. Frost spread over her purple, swallowing it with misty white. She hissed, her tail flinching back from me. Steam rose in the air. She scurried to the right, her scales rasping on the hard-packed dirt, her breasts heaving as she sought to flank me.

  I grunted, ignoring the bruise throbbing my side as I spun around, following her progress. I thrust the butt of my staff at her, striking straight at her torso. It caught her in the stomach. She gasped, her tits bouncing as she let out a loud cough. She doubled over, her eyes fluttering. Her purple hair swept about her head.

  “Stop being such a dummy!” she moaned. “Just let me mate with you.” Anger flashed across her face. “You're more than mean. You're terrible! You're a terrible, horrible bully!”

  I grinned at her.

  The frost melted on her stomach. Goose-pimples raised on her arms, the cold sapping at her energy. Was she moving slower? She slithered around me, little trembles shaking her limbs. She wasn't warm-blooded like a mammal. She couldn't produce her own body heat. As her temperature dropped, she would grow more and more sluggish.

  This would work.

  I shouted out and swung my shaft, my hands sliding down the frigid surface. My fingers were almost numb, but I fought through the discomfort. I could hold on a little longer to defeat her. My staff extended before me, sweeping in a misty arc down at her.

  She gasped and threw out her arms before her, tits heaving. They were such gorgeous tits. My dick was hard as the exhilaration pumped through me. Not just from the battle, but from the beauty of her body.

  CRACK!

  She blocked again with her crossed forearms. She hissed, ice rippled down her arms. Her fingers flexed as she shuddered, more goose-pimples spreading down her arms. Her nipples were puckered hard, thrusting pink from her tits. She whimpered and scurried away, her cute rump flexing as she slithered her tail.

  I chased after her, my heart pumping. She was moving more sluggishly. Slowing down. I gained on her, my long legs stretching out, my robe flapping about my ankles. I wore woolen hose beneath, the tight-fighting pants clinging to my calves. My leather boots thudded on the road.

  I shouted my triumph as I raised my staff to weaken her so I could claim her.

  She whirled around as my staff swung down. Her right arm was a streak. It blurred towards my swiping attack. She seized my weapon.

  SMACK!

  She hissed in pain as she grabbed my staff. I gasped as she wrenched hard at the same time her tail flicked out. I couldn't move, couldn't block, as I wrestled to hold my weapon. Her tail slammed into my stomach.

  I flew back, the staff ripped from my hands. My robe's hood fluttered, spilling up over my head, half-blinding me. I hit the ground hard. I rolled onto my side, groaning. The pain throbbed up my side. I groaned, half-rolled over, my heart thudding in my chest. I groaned, the pain sweeping through me.

  “Mirandi's perfect tits!” I moaned, picturing the statue of the Goddess of Beauty back in Corvina.

  “I hate the cold!” the lamia hissed. She threw my staff to the side. “Only a poopy head would use one!”

  She scurried at me, her smile growing. Her tits heaved as I struggled to gain my feet. My robe was clinging to me. My stomach throbbed as I struggled to catch my breath. Her blow struck me so hard I was coughing, groaning.

  “Now we can breed,” she hissed as she reared over me.

  “I'd rather not die, though,” I groaned.

  “But the snap's the best part,” said the lamia as her tits swayed above me, her hair fluttering around her beautiful face. “That's what all my older sisters told me.”

  Despite the fear beating through my heart, my lusts swelled for her. There was something so intoxicating about the monster girl; that mix of creature and feminine beauty was intoxicating. She had such pale skin and plump lips. Her nose dainty. She had curving hips that swept down to her scaly tail. She leaned down, her hands grabbing the front of my robe and ripping it open, revealing my chest.

  “Ooh, you have a beautiful, muscled body,” she purred as she ran her hands up and down my torso. I sucked in a breath as she brushed my bruised side. “I'm sorry for hurting you, but you just made me so angry with the cold.”

  “Pretty mean of me,” I said as she leaned down, her breast swaying.

  Her tongue flicked out and then she giggled. Her breasts jiggled right above me as she draped her coiled body over my legs. Already, her tail was working beneath my body, starting to wrap up my lower half. I caught a tangy scent, the feminine musk wafting from the juicy slit of her pussy. It was right there on the front of her, not between any thighs, different from any woman I had been with. She had a clit peeking out now, pink and swollen with her excitement.

  She slid her hands down to my woolen hose. She hissed in d
elight when she rubbed at my cock through the tight cloth. Her hands stroked me, caressing my spongy crown. Pleasure shot down my shaft, my balls growing tight with my cum. I couldn't help it. The monster girl had me at her mercy.

  Or so she thought.

  She plucked at the knotted drawstring of my hose. Then she tugged it down, my cock thrusting out of my pants, rising up from my thick patch of brown pubic hair. She let out a gasping moan as she saw it, her slitted eyes staring down at my cock.

  “It's more beautiful than I'd imagined,” the lamia moaned. Her forked tongue flicked out, brushing the crown of my dick, gathering the bubbling precum. She shuddered, lips sealed tight as she let out a purring groan. It was almost feline in its pleasure. “That's so good. That's your cum.”

  “Precum,” I said. “You have to work to get the real cum.”

  “With my mouth?” she asked. “My sisters say they sometimes suck on a man before mating him.”

  “That's always nice,” I said, eager for it.

  “Mmm, your cock is so warm. You made me cold. I need warmth. I bet your cum will be warm.”

  “Only one way to find out,” I told her and winked.

  “Yes!” she moaned, stroking my cock, her hand not as warm as a woman's, but it wasn't cold. It was a treat. My dick throbbed in her grip, my balls tightening. “I will!”

  She flicked her tongue out again, her lower half tightening about my legs. She bathed the crown of my dick. Her cunt flicked across it. She caressed me. I groaned as the pleasure swept down me. It was a different treat. My fingers clenched and relaxed as she caressed me, teased me. Her tongue wrapped about my cock on the next stroke, flexible as her lower half.

  I groaned as she retracted her tongue, the wet delight rubbing against my cock. My heart pounded as she lowered her lips now. She trembled, her purple hair sweeping about her face. Her breasts pressed against my legs. I felt her nipples through my pants.

  “You taste so good,” she moaned. “This yummy treat! I take it back, you can't be a meanie. Not if you taste so good.”

  “Thanks,” I groaned, then gasped as her wet lips slid over my cock.

  She was warm, not as warm as a human woman, but she was also wet. Then her cheeks hollowed. She moaned as she sucked my cock. The lamia's coils tightened about my lower legs. Her entire body shivered. Her curving, heart-shaped rump was thrust in the air, wiggling back and forth as she slid her lips down my cock.

  I groaned at the delight of the lamia's blowjob. The monster girl moaned as she sucked, my dick throbbing in her mouth. Her fingers caressed my skin, letting me feel the sharpness of her nails. I groaned as she rubbed up my muscled torso to my chest. Her eyes stared up at me, purple, slitted like a snake's.

  Enchanting.

  My heart beat faster as this beautiful, dangerous monster girl loved my cock. She bobbed her mouth, her tits rubbing against my legs through my pants. I groaned, clenching my fingers as she loved me.

  “Centaur's big tits,” I panted, “you're good at that.”

  Her eyes sparkled in delight.

  “Yeah, you suck cock as good as a harpy, and we all know what sort of sluts they are.”

  Her hips wiggled back and forth. Her coils flexed and undulated about my legs. I loved the sight of her ass, the feel of her tits, the suction of her mouth. I groaned as her nails scratched at my chest, leaving red furrows that burned with her passion.

  She sucked with such hunger. I felt her lust for my cum swell and swell. Her cheeks hollowed, still so pale, not a hint of blush to her. My balls grew tighter as she grew the ache at the tip of my cock with her hungry mouth.

  “I'm going to feed you so much cum,” I groaned. “I'm going to spurt like a minotaur's milk-laden udders.”

  She shuddered.

  I grinned. “Mmm, yes, yes, you want that. You're just a little lamia-slut for cum, aren't you?”

  She popped her mouth off my dick and moaned, “I think I am. The precum tastes so good. It's so warm. And you'll gush so much cum in my mouth. You'll give me all that heat back you stole.”

  “All of it,” I promised.

  “You're so nice!” she said and beamed at me. “I'm so sorry you're going to have to die.”

  “I don't have to. You don't have to kill me.”

  She blinked at that like it was the strangest thing she'd ever heard in the world. Then she giggled. “You're funny. I'm Shiiza.” She said her name almost like a purr. A hissing delight.

  “Garin,” I groaned as she engulfed my dick. “Garin Malicheste.”

  She sucked with a palpable happiness on my cock, her hips wiggling more and more. That tangy musk of her pussy mixed with the dry, serpentine scent of her skin. I groaned, my hands flexing. This was exciting. I had learned the key to surviving a monster girl.

  I hoped I had the skill this time. It would be a test of my sexual prowess. I was eager for it. It excited me, made my dick throb. I thrust my hands down and seized her hair. My fingers slid through the silky strands, stroking her as she nursed on my dick.

  She made such naughty sounds. These wet, sucking slurps as she bobbed up and down my cock. Her lips slid down it, swallowing so half my cock disappeared before I reached the back of her throat, then she sucked up it, her eyes twinkling.

  “I bet you can take all of me,” I growled. “You got to suck cock better than a dryad. Those woody sluts can deep-throat the biggest cock.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Yeah, you can do it,” I said, pressing down on her head, my fingers sliding through that silky hair. Monster girls were so gorgeous. So intoxicating. Her mouth slid farther and farther down my shaft. The tip of my cock brushed her gullet. “Just swallow my cock the way a whorish dryad would.

  “Or even a mermaid.”

  She whimpered and sucked so hard on my cock. I pressed harder on her. She didn't fight me. She gurgled for a moment, and then my cock was sliding down her gullet. I groaned at the incredible pleasure of being in a lamia's throat.

  “Damn,” I groaned as she took more and more of my cock. “That's amazing. What a delicious treat. Ooh, yes, yes, you're going to suck all the cum out of me. Just make me explode like a monk lost in the Haunted Uplands getting surprised by a ghost.”

  She moaned about me, her passion humming around my dick. Shiiza felt incredible. Her tail coiled tighter about my lower legs, squeezing them together. Her nipples felt hard as diamonds through my woolen hose. Her cheeks hollowed as she loved my dick. Her eyes fluttering as she wiggled her hips, that cute rump swaying from side to side.

  I groaned, fists clenching as the pleasure shot through me. My heart pounded thunderous passion in my chest. She then slid her mouth up it, sucking the entire way. Her plump, pink lips were sealed tight about it, making my dick throb.

  “Yes, yes, you are so good at sucking cock!” I moaned. “Better than a merslut. Than a dryad-whore or even a harpy-slattern!”

  Her eyes squeezed shut. Her almost kittenish purrs joined the rasp of her scales rubbing together. My balls ached as she then fucked her mouth back down my cock, swallowing every inch of my dick again, her lips nuzzling into my hairy bush.

  I gripped her hair, groaning in delight. It was such an incredible treat to experience. My eyes rolled back in my head. My heart pounded in my chest. I groaned, my ass clenching at the feel of this incredible delight.

  “Damn!” I moaned. “Oh, damn, that's the best, Shiiza! I'm going to cum.”

  She moaned louder, her vibrations humming around my cock.

  “Yes, yes, keep sucking! I'm going to spurt so much cum! I'm going to flood your mouth with all that warm jizz you need!”

  She sucked up my girth, her cheeks hollowing the entire time. My legs spasmed in the tight embrace of her lower half. I squeezed her hair as she rose so my cock's crown was all that was in her mouth. I ached to feel a tongue sweeping around my cock, but she didn't have a human tongue.

  She was a lamia.

  “Yes!” I howled out in rapture. My balls tightened.
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br />   Exploded.

  My cum fired out of my cock. These powerful spurts of jizz that erupted into her hungry mouth. My balls throbbed and ached as they unloaded blast after blast of my spunk. Her cheeks bulged, holding as much as she could. It made her look so cute.

  Then she gulped it down.

  Joy burst in her glazed eyes. Her slitted pupils focused on me as she sucked out more and more of my cum. Pleasure pumped through my veins as I enjoyed my first-ever lamian blowjob. My chest heaved. Her nails scraped over my torso.

  “Shiiza, yes!” I moaned. “Gods, you're good. Efreet's fiery sandpearls, I love it!”

  She sucked out the last of my cum as my pleasures peaked. This buzzing euphoria swept over me. I groaned as her mouth popped off my dick. Her breasts lifted from my legs, bouncing above me as she reared up over me, flashing her juicy pussy.

  Her cream had run down to her pink belly scales, trickling over the banded segments. Her body trembled in delight. Drops of my cum coated her lips. Her fingers swept them up and pushed them into her mouth.

  “Oh, Garin, that was so yummy and warm!” she moaned, her eyes flashing down at me. Her tangy musk filled my nose, that scent of monster girl pussy carrying that aphrodisiac that kept any male—human, dwarf, halfling, elf, or orc—hard and ready to be mated. “I can feel it spreading through me. Oh, yes, it's like swallowing sunlight!”

  “Glad you enjoyed it,” I said. “You were great, Shiiza.”

  She squealed in girlish delight, descending on me. Her breasts pressed into my chest. I groaned as her wet pussy rubbed on my cock. Her lips rained kisses across my face, punctuated by gasps of “Thank you!” Over and over. “Thank you!” Kiss. “Thank you!”

  “You're welcome,” I groaned, my hands stroking her sides. Her coils slithered up my legs, wrapping about me. Soon she would have my chest engulfed as she enjoyed my cock. She would crush me as I spilled my seed in her.

  Monster girls couldn't help that part of them unless... Unless you tamed them.

  “Ooh, you're so hard,” she purred, her purple eyes glossy. “Oh, Garin, you're going to fill my pussy with all that yummy cum. Maybe you'll fertilize my eggs, and I'll hatch a clutch of your daughters.”