Taming the Naughty Monster Girls

by Reed James

  I groaned.

  The ache surged to the tip of my cock. My balls grew tighter. I slammed into her convulsing bowels, her flesh sucking at my cock as she whimpered. I pinched her nipples, twisting them, the pressure surging to the pinnacle of my dick.

  “Flood me, Garin!” whimpered Shiiza.

  “Flood the slut!” howled Zakurima, her body still shuddering.

  “Mirandi's amazing tits!” I howled. “And salamander's fiery asshole!”

  My dick erupted.

  Hot cum fired from my cock and bathed Shiiza's bowels. The pleasure slammed through my body. Every eruption sent rapture ramming into my thoughts. The world spun around me for a moment. I pinched her nipples as we all moaned in passion.

  My two monster girls and I shared this amazing ecstasy. I was so glad I tamed them. I rode the spurting waves of rapture firing out of my dick. They carried me to the heights of euphoria. I reached the peak, hung there for an amazing heartbeat.

  My body trembled from the pleasure.

  “Dryad's sweet cunt!” I howled as my bliss crashed into panting joy. “Damn!”

  “Mmm, yes,” Shiiza moaned as I pulled out of her asshole and fell back on the bedroll.

  My lamia squirmed against my side, pressing her round breasts against me. “Thank you for saving me, Garin.”

  “You're my lamia,” I panted, exhaustion pulling at me. Lethargy weighed down my limbs after that great orgasm.

  “And you, too, Zakurima,” Shiiza purred. Then she gasped. “Ooh, like being between you. Cold and hot. A perfect blend.”

  I smiled and let sleep pull me down into darkness.

  ~~ / ~~

  Zakurima – The Edge of Harthil Forest

  I perched on Garin's right shoulder, shrunk into my small form. The forest's edge loomed ahead, a transition of brush that led to the denser pine and oak trees. I squirmed on him. Shiiza was beside me, tiny as well, her lower half coiled into a pile.

  “Ooh, that looks nice,” she said. “Is there a dryad really in there?”

  “Hopefully,” Garin said. “I have a plan.”

  I groaned. “Not another one. I can help you form them.”

  “Trust me.”

  “I love you, Garin,” I said. “I do, but your plans are terrible.”

  He turned his head. At my height, he towered over me. He winked a massive eye at me. My stomach twisted as he marched us towards the forest, his staff in hand, his gray robes rustling about his legs.

  We were doomed.

  Chapter Five: The Dryad's Creamy Delight

  Garin – Harthil Forest

  I hoped I'd see my horse again. I tied him to a tree with a long lead, a small brook nearby, plenty of grass for him to eat. I patted Intrepid on the rump. His tail twitched and he snorted, tossing his mane. I nodded my head to him.

  “Sorry, boy, but those woods are too dense for a horse,” I told him, staring out at the trees ahead. The trees rose up, dense and thick. The brush was choking. Tall fir and pine trees thrust up into the air. I took a deep breath.

  It was time to tame another monster girl and come closer to my dream of mastering magic. Of gaining so much power.

  I marched towards the woods, my gray robe swishing about me. My walking staff thudded into the dirt with my every step. It felt comfortable in my hand. Since giving up my studies, I was growing used to traveling. I reached the edge of the brush and pressed through it. Furry branches rubbed against my robe, twigs snapped beneath my feet and leaves rustled in the trees overhead as I penetrated into the woods.

  “It's cool in here,” Shiiza said, the lamia resting on my right shoulder, her purple tail coiled up. “No sun. I don't like it. Why would anyone want to live here?”

  “Not everyone appreciates the sun,” Zakurima said. My yuki-onna was mounted on my left shoulder, the chill from her mist caressing my neck.

  “Oh, right, I forgot,” Shiiza said. She giggled, a hissing sound. “But, still, dryads aren't fond of the cold, are they?”

  “They're fond of trees,” I said, using my staff to push aside a low fir tree branch.

  “Why are we small?” Zakurima asked. “There are no humans we have to hide from in here. I do not see any trails.”

  “True, but there are the dryads,” I told her. “I've thought about this, Zakurima. My plan is perfect.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zakurima shaking her head. She had this strange idea that my plans didn't work. The fact that I had tamed her and Shiiza should prove that my plans did work. Maybe not quite the way I intended, but that just meant I had to be ready to adapt and change them.

  I whistled as I plunged forward, a jauntiness to my steps. I stepped on every twig I could. My robes rustled as I pushed through more bushes. The trees creaked above me. I scuffed my feet over needle-covered soil as I headed deeper and deeper.

  “Where is the dryad?” asked Shiiza. She slithered across my shoulder and hugged my neck, rubbing her miniaturized breasts against my skin. The small lamia rubbed her cheek on me. “We've been walking forever. What's taking so long?”

  “It's been only a quarter hour,” Zakurima said.

  I nodded my head and whistled louder. I stepped down hard on a piece of fallen wood. The loud snap echoed through the woods. I marched forward and deliberately rubbed past a bush, the branches rustling against my cloth.

  “Ten minutes?” Shiiza asked. “Oh. Well, still, where is the dryad? These woods are so dark. It's cool. But you're warm, Garin.”

  “We'll find her,” I said, speaking at a loud volume.

  “You don't have to scream,” Shiiza muttered. “I'm small. Not deaf.”

  “He's being loud to attract the dryad's attention,” Zakurima said. “And we're small so she doesn't notice us. That is it, yes?”

  “That's it,” I said. “All part of the plan.”

  I thudded the butt of my walking staff into the ground and went back to whistling a drinking song. Shiiza snuggled up against my neck, rubbing her cheek against my flesh. Her tongue flicked out, caressing my skin.

  Zakurima rode silently on my other shoulder. Her mist spilled off of her and fell down the folds of my robe, little tendrils of white that slowly faded away into the gloom around us. I kept noticing her out of the corner of my eye sitting cross-legged on me, her slender, pale-white body shifting to keep her balance.

  The trees creaked and groaned around us. I glanced up, the sky almost completely obscured by the branches reaching over us. Pine needles drifted down as a breeze rustled the tops. The wind gusted through them, rocking the trees.

  I whistled as I pressed on, the ground uneven. I stepped over roots. I slammed my foot down on each branch and twig I could. Zakurima shivered and shifted on my shoulders. The cold from her bled through my robe. I glanced at her, noticing her biting her lower lip.

  Shiiza purred on the other side, unconcerned, while my yuki-onna was nervous. Zakurima was a worrier. I'd tell her that everything would be okay, but she'd find a reason to get agitated. I needed to find the dryad before Zakurima froze her way through my robes out sheer anxiety.

  Owls hooted above. Brush rustled. Other animals moved through the woods. My eyes flashed around, hoping each time I heard a sound that it was the dryad. Sometimes, I noticed movement. The tawny rump of a deer fleeing deeper into the woods, the furry bodies of squirrels darting up the side of trees, something small scurrying through the detritus on the ground and vanishing into bushes.

  Reddish-auburn hair flying behind a tree.

  I froze at the sight. I stared over my right shoulder, my whistle faltering. Did I just see dark-red hair?

  A giggle drifted out of the woods. It was an unmistakable sound. The mirth of a girl. No human should be around here. Triumph shot through me as I noticed flashes of movement darting through the trees. Woody-brown skin appeared in breaks between the brush, naked. I caught brief glimpses of bountiful tits. The dark-red hair. Footsteps padded.

  I whistled in delight while Zakurima straightened.
More mist spilled off her breasts as the dryad flowed around us. The monster girl moved through the woods with an ease I envied. Her steps seemed so light as she circled us. Her giggles and peals of laughter drifted around us.

  They sounded so pure. So innocent. They weren't the sounds of a creature who would lure me into her embrace, tempting me with her bounty. My dick swelled hard as the dryad flashed into sight, shaking her big tits at me. They were lush and large, her nipples thrusting hard. Her hands cupped them, squeezed them. Milk beaded at those lush nubs.

  Then she darted back out of sight, her giggles beckoning.

  “I hope you know not to nurse from a dryad,” Zakurima said. “The way you're staring at those breasts.”

  “Well, they're lovely breasts,” I said, my dick fully hard. I followed after the dryad, catching a glimpse of her naked rump as she giggled.

  “Boobs?” Shiiza asked, her voice slurred with the sound of someone coming awake. “What's this about boobs?”

  The dryad giggled again.

  “Oh,” Shiiza said, squirming against the right side of my neck as the dryad appeared again, a beguiling look in the monster girl's expression, her lips pouty and inviting. Her reddish-auburn hair spilled about her face; her eyes appeared to be a deep green, the color of deep pine. “She's got big boobies.”

  “Yes, she does,” I said as the dryad lifted her left breast and nuzzled her own nipple against her lips. She sucked on it, her cheeks hollowing for a moment.

  The dryad winked, then darted out of sight.

  “Mirandi's big tits,” I groaned as I followed after the dryad.

  “They are nice,” said Shiiza. “Are we going to play with them?”

  “Yes, we are,” I said, licking my lips.

  “Just don't suckle from them!” Zakurima exclaimed. She stood and stamped her foot on my shoulder. “I mean it, Garin. You have to pay attention to something other than your cock.”

  “But his cock is so much fun to pay attention to,” Shiiza said. “I know I love it. Don't you, Zakurima?”

  The yuki-onna let out a frustrated shriek, her size making it into a little squeak.

  I smiled as I hurried after the dryad. She darted deeper, her hair flying behind her. I rushed past another tree after the dryad, my staff thudding on the ground. Branches creaked and groaned beside me. I ignored them.

  It proved a mistake.

  The pine-needle-clad branches lunged at me. I cursed as they seized me. They bent with spryness woody branches shouldn't possess. One ripped my staff from my hand. Another pair seized my wrists, jerking my arms up into the air. A fourth wrapped around my waist and yanked me towards the tree.

  I groaned as I slammed into the trunk. My monster girls gasped in fright, Shiiza grabbing my skin, her small fingers pinching as she held onto me. Zakurima spilled from my shoulder and tumbled through the air, spinning around like a living snowflake caught in a flurry of wind.

  I groaned as the tree held me tight. The dryad giggled again.

  ~~ / ~~

  Zakurima

  I gasped as I spun through the air. I twisted my body. When small, I could float. I spilled mist off of me in certain ways to propel me. I was so light when this size, not much bigger than a large bug. I stopped my tumbling, my body drifting through the rustling branches.

  The tree groaned. Cloth tore. Shiiza hissed in shock. I spotted her purple body falling to the ground. She landed on the pine needle-strewn floor, her size keeping the fall from hurting her. She shook her head, then slithered away as Garin's gray robe fell down towards her.

  She just cleared the heavy robe before it hit the ground. The tree was stripping Garin naked. His form appeared. He wasn't a brawny warrior but still had a fit body. His gray eyes darted around as he struggled against the branches holding his wrists over his head. The woolen hose he wore beneath the robes was ripped off. His cock sprang out hard as the furry branches shoved his clothing down to his ankles, leaving the hose trapped there.

  “Garin!” I gasped. This was what I was afraid of. He didn't have a proper plan and blundered right into the dryad's trap.

  To strip him naked, the branches had shifted their hold on him. He jerked hard and then wrenched his wrists free. He darted beneath a branch trying to seize his waist again. He rolled across the ground. Shiiza squeaked, slithering out of the way as he reached for his staff.

  His hand grasped it. He lifted it only for the tree to groan angrily. A branch swept past me. I gasped, the currents in the air tumbling my light body. My mist floated from me as I tumbled through the air. My bluish hair whipped around me as I came to a rest.

  “Giantess's big tits!” cursed Garin as he reached for his staff being carried away by the moving branch. The tree threw it into the brush.

  The dryad giggled. “You don't need that.”

  My head whipped around to see her stepping out of the brush, the thorny plant bending out of the way of her naked form. She had a curvy plumpness to her, hips full, breasts so much larger than my small handfuls. They were bigger than Shiiza's round breasts. The dryad was busty, her tits pillowy soft, her nipples thrusting hard from her wood-brown skin. Hair the color of autumn leaves, that dark-red, spilled down her back.

  “Just relax,” she purred. “The trees won't hurt you. They just wanted to make you comfortable.”

  “Oh?” Garin asked as he rose, the muscles of his lean body rippling. “Not sure I found getting yanked around by a pine tree all that comfortable.”

  “Well,” the dryad said, a huskiness to her voice. It poured like honey from her. “I am so sorry, but now that you're naked, I can give you that comfort.” She giggled. “Doesn't that sound wonderful?” She lifted her breasts, squeezed them.

  White milk squirted from her nipples. The streams fired towards Garin. The sweet scent of her cream entered the air. I groaned and changed from which side my mist flowed off my body, propelling me in a new direction. I zipped toward Garin. I had to warn him. He couldn't fall prey to that scent.

  “See, see,” the dryad said, a big smile on her lips. “Doesn't that just smell wonderful? Doesn't my milk's smell seem like something comfortable? Just enjoy these.” She squeezed them, another giddy giggle bursting from her. She bounced on her feet. “I know you'll love them.”

  “Your milk does smell wonderful,” Garin said, such hunger in his voice. His hand gripped his hard cock, stroking himself.

  “Garin!” I shouted as I drifted at him. “Wait, wait, you can't.”

  He stumbled forward. His gray eyes were glassy. I darted to the side, my fog spilling behind me as he stared at those big breasts. The dryad hefted her soft udders. She squeezed them again, milk beading on her nipples.

  “No, Garin, you know a dryad's milk is dangerous. You can't do this.”

  Garin stumbled to the dryad, his hose still tangled about his ankles. He reached for them. The idiot was thinking with his cock. He was caught up in the sweet smell of the dryad's breast milk. The dryad hussy cooed, shaking those tits.

  She was temptation. She was death. He couldn't do this.

  He seized her breasts. He groaned as he squeezed them. The dryad giggled, such giddy joy crossing her face as her milk squirted. Streams of white splashed Garin's face as he leaned down. His mouth opened.

  He latched onto the dryad's fat nipple and suckled.

  “Garin!” I gasped. “That's poison!”

  ~~ / ~~

  Garin

  I nursed from the dryad's bountiful breast.

  Her milk poured into my mouth, squirting hot and sweet. I gulped it down, the warmth spreading through my belly to my cock. The dryad giggled in delight, her voice angelic. She stroked her fingers through my hair. She caressed me as I suckled. More and more of her milk squirted into my mouth, poured down my throat.

  Thinking was growing harder as the milk flooded euphoria through me. This rush of delight. It was such a treat to enjoy. I suckled and nursed. The creamy treat squirted into my mouth. My cheeks hollowed with each suck. My dic
k throbbed with each gulp.

  “Aren't you just a sweetie?” the dryad cooed. “Ooh, yes, yes, drink up!”

  My left hand squeezed the boob I nursed from. She squealed in delight as her milk splashed against the roof of my mouth. I swallowed it, groaning at the wet heat. My right hand swept down her side.

  “Just drink all my milk, sweetie!”

  I wanted to please her.

  My hand slid down past her stomach to her pudenda. My fingers brushed the fuzzy pubic hair adorning her twat. My fingers slid through the curls as I went lower. I found the wet lips of her pussy. I rubbed her, caressing her flesh. She gasped, her breast jiggling in my left hand as she squirmed.

  “What are you doing, sweetie?” she moaned. “That's my pussy. Why are you touching me there?”

  I wanted to please her. To do naughty things to her. Her juices soaked my fingers as I suckled. I drank more of her milk as my fingers caressed up and down her slit. Her juices coated my fingers. I loved the feel of them.

  I thrust my fingers into her pussy.

  She gasped as her hot flesh engulfed my two digits. The dryad's pussy squeezed around my digits. Her body shuddered. Her nipple shifted in my mouth. She moaned as I pumped my fingers in and out of her while her milk spilled over my tongue.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped. Her hand darted down and shoved mine away, my fingers popping out of her pussy. “Sweetie, only cocks go in there.” She giggled. “That was very naughty.”

  I suckled harder at her. The milk poured down my throat. I wanted to keep drinking from her. To suckle down all of her milk. She tasted amazing. This delicious flavor. I gulped it down. My cheeks hollowed as I savored her passion.

  “Oh, yes, yes, sweetie,” she moaned, her voice so sweet.

  “Garin!” a small voice shouted, barely heard over the pounding heat screaming through my veins. “You can't drink her milk! You know that!”

  I... knew... it was... bad.

  It was hard to think. The milk burned inside me.

  “Ooh, what a little pest,” the dryad said and batted away Zakurima. “Go away, little fly.”

  My yuki-onna gasped as she tumbled away, trailing mist behind her. Anger shot through me, cutting through the lust. I ripped my mouth from the dryad's nipple, swallowing the last of the milk. She struck my yuki-onna.