Monster Girls 2
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The 15-foot-tall ceiling had arches made of bones.
The walls were plastered with them.
There was a four-poster bed where the posts and frame were made of femurs.
There were tables made of bones… chairs made of bones… even some sort of pedestal, with skeletal hands at the top that grasped a crystal ball.
The necromanceress stood in front of the pedestal with her back to me, lit by two glassless, open-air windows. Apparently this room was built into the castle wall, because I could see mountain ranges far in the distance.
Her metallic armor was even skimpier from the backside. A metal thong slipped down between her exquisite ass cheeks, leaving her firm bubble butt on full display. Other than that, there wasn’t much else – just her metallic boots and gloves.
Her long, straight black hair spilled down her slender back, and I could just make out the outline of her boob armor from the side.
If she hadn’t been evil, I would have loved to have made her part of my harem, just for that outfit alone. I know she wasn’t a monster girl, but I could overlook it.
But, y’know… evil. Couldn’t get past that part.
As much as I wanted to just blast her right then and there, there was something about shooting somebody in the back – especially a woman.
Like Mal from Firefly said: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake. You'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.
I didn’t know about the ‘armed’ part, but I wasn’t about to violate the other two.
I glanced behind me to make sure nobody was going to surprise me from the rear.
Nope – nobody in the hallway.
Then I sparked up Venom Blast on my right hand and said, “Turn around – slowly.”
Necra turned her head slightly towards me, not enough to look at me – just enough so I could see she was smiling.
“Hello, Sex Mage. I’ve been expecting you.”
Then it was me who got the surprise.
Pain ripped up and down my back as a foot slammed into the base of my spine and sent me sprawling to the floor.
What the fuck –
I flipped over to see who had attacked me.
There stood Zala, her curved Ravager blades at the ready.
Blue light and smoke poured out of her eyes, and tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Scott…” she whispered in anguish. “…please forgive me…”
“In fact,” Necra purred, “we’ve both been expecting you.”
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How the hell did she sneak up on me like that?!
And then I remembered Cone of Silence, the lich power I wished I had gotten:
The ability to make sure the living can’t hear you.
Necra must have known I would come for her, so she’d had Zala lie in wait for me.
Well, the necromanceress had officially shot first.
I swung my hand over to blast her –
Zala kicked my hand into the air as I fired, and I zapped the ceiling instead.
“Get him!” Necra shouted.
Zala swung her knives at me –
But I threw up my arms in a crossed ‘X’ to block her.
Her blades scraped harmlessly across my dragon-scale armor.
As I stumbled to my feet, Zala came around for another pass –
But I wasn’t there.
I jumped straight up in the air and latched onto the ceiling with Wall Crawler.
“Interesting,” Necra murmured.
I aimed at her again, this time while hanging upside-down –
When a skeletal arm shot out of the bones on the ceiling, grabbed my wrist, and bumped my shot off-target.
“AAAH!” I yelled as I blasted the far wall of the room.
Suddenly all the bones on the ceiling detached, and I felt to the ground in a shower of phlanges and ulnas.
“OOF,” I grunted as I landed.
I tried to get up, but Zala kicked me as hard as she could in my gut, her leg swinging up like a kicker going for a 50-yard field goal.
Though I’m pretty sure she broke her toes on the metal piece that was covering my belly.
You know – the steel plate I had taken from a dead paladin, which Spirella had attached to the remains of my leather armor and covered with dragon scales.
Craft projects, monster-girl style.
CLANG!
“AAAH!” Zala screamed as she hopped backwards on one foot.
I reached up to zap the necromanceress again –
Or I tried to, and failed.
The bones from the ceiling that had fallen all around me had formed into manacles covering my hands.
“DAMMIT!” I swore, and blasted them off my fingers in a shower of green light and bone splinters.
“ENOUGH!” Necra yelled, and swiped her hand through the air.
Suddenly the ceiling caved in.
Hundreds of bones fell on top of me in an avalanche.
For a second I thought I would be buried alive, like that night back at the Baron’s graveyard –
And then the bones shifted around me like water, scraping over my helmet and armor.
It felt like dozens of hands grabbed my arms and legs.
Actually, dozens of hands did grab my arms and legs.
Most of the bones fell away, revealing twenty disembodied skeleton hands grasping my wrists, forearms, elbows, biceps, feet, and ankles.
The hands were magically anchored to longer bones from legs and arms, which moved like some kind of living organism, a giant amoeba made of clattering pieces. They swirled around me, and the hands connected to them forced my arms up into the air like one of Necra’s crucified skeletons.
SHIT!
Guess Parch didn’t know about the whole bone/telekinetic thing.
Or maybe Necra was just a special case among necromancers.
She walked over to me with a smirk. “Hmm… I like you much better like this.”
This had NOT gone according to plan.
I thought desperately of Dyra, and how I’d just doomed her.
But Zala was standing RIGHT THERE – just one slash of her knife and she could cut Necra down.
“Zala!” I cried out.
My beautiful zombie didn’t move, though. She just stood there, blue smoke pouring out of her eye sockets, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“She can’t help you now,” Necra purred. “She is totally and completely under my control.”
Then the necromanceress snapped her fingers.
“On the bed!” she snarled.
The pile of bones around me surged forward and crashed me down on the mattress like an ocean wave slamming me into the sand.
The skeletal hands binding my arms and legs stayed in place, though now they magically attached to the frame of the bed.
They pointed my fingers away from Necra so that I couldn’t fire at her.
I lay there, spread-eagle, totally at her mercy.
Necra strolled leisurely over to the bed. “Your silly ploy was never going to work. Did you really think I would fall for such a childish plan? But I knew you would come back for your dead slut. That was the bait I would use to lure you in… and you didn’t disappoint.”
I thought about saying something like So why don’t you kill me already?
You know, a line straight out of a bad action movie.
Except I was afraid she might actually take me up on it, so I kept my mouth shut.
If I could just stay alive, maybe my monster girls could beat the liches… maybe they could rescue me…
Necra must have seen something in my expression change, because she leaned over me and peered into my eyes.
“Are you wondering if I’m going to kill you now? Let me assure you, I won’t. No, I have far more interesting plans than that… far more enjoyable plans.” She paused, then smirked. “Well… for me. Not so much for you.”
I thought back to the lamia-skin cape that the Baron had worn, and shuddered.
“You’ve rea
lly made a name for yourself in Eroth, did you know that? Even the Dark Immortal knows who you are now. Killing the Baron… that was impressive. But lucky. And now your luck’s run out.”
“Did the Dark Immortal send you after me?” I croaked.
“No… you were just stupid enough to wander across my path. But mark my words, I will be very well rewarded for being the one who captured you. You and your…” She trailed off, frowned, and turned to Zala. “What is it he calls you again?”
“Monster girls,” Zala said emotionlessly as she stared straight ahead, blue fog slowly rising from her eyes.
“Yes – monster girls. What grotesque sexual preferences you have,” Necra said disdainfully. “Incidentally, have you ever wondered why they are so attracted to you?”
She removed my helmet and set it on the bone table next to the bed.
I stared up at her, afraid of what came next.
Fingernails in my eyeballs?
My tongue ripped out?
Instead, she brushed the hair back away from my forehead.
And she smiled.
“I mean, you’re cute, but you’re not what I’d call handsome. You’re certainly scrawny. Your little monster girls aren’t falling all over themselves to mate with you just because of your appearance.
“And it’s not just because they’re desperate. As I’m sure you’ve discovered, most species only have females. They need human males to reproduce. So they’re drawn to you simply because you’re not repulsed by them, unlike most of your kind.”
As she spoke, Necra’s metal gloves traced down my dragon-scale armor with a click click click… until her fingers came to rest just over my crotch.
What the fuck?
“You want their bodies… they need to be impregnated… everyone is happy. Except it’s not just that. It’s something deeper… a magical attraction. Because you’re one of the Returned.”
I couldn’t help myself.
“Like the Dark Immortal?” I asked.
Necra’s eyebrows rose up.
“Ah… so you’ve heard the rumors. I thought they were known only to the inner court of the Imperium. Who told you – the Baron, before you killed him? Or maybe whatever dragon whose carcass you picked apart for your armor?”
She tapped one of the scales over my crotch, and I could feel the vibration of it all the way down in my cock.
It wasn’t exactly unpleasant.
“No matter,” she said. “Maybe the Dark Immortal is one of the Returned… or maybe he isn’t. I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that he provides me with power… power which I use it for my own benefit.
“The fact of the matter is, there are mystical forces at play. When you mate with your little monster girls, you gain powers – magical powers, like you just demonstrated by leaping up onto the ceiling. Well, it works both ways. They gain something from you, too. Not powers, exactly, but life force. Energy. The same thing that the Dark Immortal harvests from them.
“Do you know where the source of your power is located? No? I’ll give you one hint.”
She smirked and tapped on my crotch again.
“They love the pleasure you give them, yes, but primarily they are drawn to your seed. That is where your power lies… the life force that you provide. It is a mystical attraction, totally subconscious. They are like bitches in heat, and they can smell it on you. That is what they gain from you – your seed.” She paused, then smirked evilly. “And as of now, I shall be taking it from you, as well.”
Suddenly I felt a tugging sensation down below my waist.
I looked down in alarm to see two disembodied skeleton hands untying the strings that held up my leather pants.
“What the FUCK?!” I cried out in alarm.
More skeleton hands appeared from the pile of bones beneath me and started to tug my pants down. It wasn’t easy because of the dragon scales attached to them, but they finally got them down over my thighs.
My cock lay there limply.
Because I was scared out of my mind – I mean, what the fuck was she planning to do, rip it off?! – there was a good bit of shrinkage.
“To think something so small is desired by so many,” Necra sneered.
She took off her jagged gauntlets, set them on the table, and turned back to me.
I watched as one slender hand with blood-red nails reached for my junk.
“STOP!” I screamed –
And then her hand softly touched my cock.
And began to caress it.
My eyes about bugged out of my head as I watched her trail one fingertip along my shaft, from my head all the way down to my balls.
OH…
She had really soft hands…
“What are you doing?!” I asked, shocked beyond belief.
“Seeing if you’re any more impressive once you’re at full power,” she said in a bored voice, then cocked one eyebrow as I started to get a chubby. “Hm…”
“No, I mean – why are you doing this? Ohhhh…”
She got me halfway hard as she toyed and teased me.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to mate with you.”
My eyes really DID bug out of my head. “WHAT?!”
She pulled away her hand from my cock and began to take off her clothes.
First her boob armor came off, exposing two delectable C cups with beautiful round areolas and slightly raised nipples. As she moved, her tits swayed back and forth.
Then she pulled off her metal thong, exposing a landing strip of brown fuzz.
None of that dissuaded my hard-on from getting harder, I can tell you that.
As she slipped off her boots, she finally began to talk. “Just as the Dark Immortal harvests power from your wretched monster girls, I will harvest it from you… over… and over… and over. I shall transmute it with black magic, and add the energy I gain to what I already receive from the Dark Immortal. Who knows… with your help, one day I might actually kill him and take his place.”
She crawled up on the bed and straddled my thighs. Her pussy hovered just inches above my cock.
“Wait – hold on!” I protested.
She smirked. “And do you know the best part? There’s not a thing you can do to stop me.”
She grabbed my rod and angled it up in the air.
“WAIT – NO!”
“Yes,” she sneered, and slowly guided my head inside her.
“NOOOO!”
I know what you might be saying, if you’re a guy:
Dude, it’s a smokin’ hot chick. What’s your problem?!
It felt good physically, yes.
And Necra was hot, yes.
But there was also a horrifying feeling of helplessness…
Of powerlessness.
I felt… violated.
“STOP IT!” I yelled.
She laughed. “Just lie back and enjoy it. It’s going to happen anyway, whether you want it to or not.”
She eased down on me, taking my entire shaft inside her.
“STOP IT, GODDAMN YOU!”
“No.”
And she began to rock back and forth, grinding me inside her.
I can’t lie – it felt good.
But my shame at not being able to stop her –
My rage at what she was doing –
It blotted out any physical pleasure I might have experienced.
“Parch!” I screamed.
He appeared midair.
Oh Scott…
I’m so, so sorry…
“‘Parch’ – is that the name of your little familiar?” Necra asked. “I hear all the Returned have them.”
“HELP ME, PARCH!”
I’m so sorry, Scott…
There’s nothing I can do…
“He can’t save you,” Necra sneered. “No one can.”
I looked over at Zala.
She was frozen there like a statue… except tears were streaming down her face.
“ZALA, HELP ME!” I screame
d.
Her entire body shook with silent sobs.
“I can’t…” she whispered.
Necra smirked. “She’s telling the truth. Don’t worry, though – she can watch every time I do this to you. In fact, I’ll have your lich friends bring your other monster girls’ heads in here on pikes, and we can have an entire audience. Your arachne, your harpy, your dryad, your centauress, your lamia – we’ll put them all in a row, making them watch you until their eyes rot out of their skulls. I’ll even make them talk for you. I can do that, you know – I am a necromancer, after all.”
And she laughed.
Viciously…
Evilly…
Psychopathically.
I don’t know what gave me the idea.
Maybe it was her mentioning my ‘centauress’ and ‘lamia.’
Whatever it was, though, I didn’t want to do it –
Unless she forced me.
“You have one last chance,” I snarled at her. “Get off me now, or I’m going TO KILL YOU.”
She laughed even harder. “You FOOL – you’re the one who’s bound and powerless, and you dare threaten me?!”
“ONE LAST CHANCE. I’M WARNING YOU – DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS.”
“Do your worst, you little worm,” she sneered, then cackled some more.
Okay, then.
“Horse Cock!” I yelled.
A warmth spread throughout my junk –
Followed by a horribly painful feeling of constriction –
And a ghastly CRACK.
Necra’s eyes opened wide –
And she screamed bloody murder.
“AAAAAAAAAH!” she shrieked in agony.
I’d warned her.
“Venom Blast!” I yelled –
And suddenly the top of Necra’s head blew off.
Like, literally.
The top of her skull exploded in a green blast of light.
Parch had been right.
Turns out I could fire Venom Blast out of any pointed object…
Even my cock.
And a bad time was had by all.
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Necra’s corpse stayed upright, her eyes staring blankly forward, green smoke coming out of the hole in her head –
But her powers were gone.
Released from her spells, every bone in the room suddenly dropped.