Monster Girl in Love

  Jamie Hawke

  Double Down Press

  Copyright © 2021 by Jamie Hawke

  All rights reserved.

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  Contents

  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

  Epilogue

  Author Notes

  About the Author

  1

  Finding out your mansion is being invaded by gargoyles isn’t the best start to a night. You might remember where we left off but let me back up a bit. Back to those moments right after the funeral had ended, when Ahlaksiz was trying to get in touch with the Protector to let them know the bad news—that we’d lost the sun disk when Vaper went through.

  We were still recuperating as a group, figuring out how best to indoctrinate the new monsters. They were primarily set up in one of the nearby mansions, and we’d been doing the rounds, saying hello, helping to heal those who needed it. Mostly they were in shock with the knowledge that they’d gone through to a new world. I wondered if I could still use totems to summon monsters, and if so, how that would work if they were already here?

  I made myself a sandwich with turkey meat and barbeque and was about to see what was on the television before trying to get some visual novel writing time in, when I came upon Ahlaksiz, moving briskly through the hall toward me. I’d wanted to work, not because we needed the money with what we had from Ahlaksiz and now Randi, but because it was fun. My visual novels had always been as much about enjoyment as getting a payday, even if I had to target the market a bit more than I’d have preferred. The idea of not working on them simply because we had money didn’t even cross my mind. However, any interaction with these ladies was always preferable to work, even fun work.

  “There you are.” She took me, arms around my neck, and pressed her lips to mine.

  “Hello to you, too,” I said, loving the affection. “Everything okay?”

  “Just… stressed out about all this.” Her cougar ears and tail were showing, which I was glad of. Apparently, around here she didn’t feel the need to hide them anymore.

  “Did you get a hold of them?” I asked, referring to the Protector and his Myths.

  Ahlaksiz shook her head. “No, but we’ll go tomorrow. Find them, maybe at the Malibu mansion, and fill them in on what happened.”

  “Great, do keep me updated. And if there’s a chance to meet up again, I’d love to. They seemed to be quite interesting.”

  “Sure it’s not just an excuse to stare at more beautiful women?”

  I scoffed. “When you’re sitting down for a Thanksgiving feast, you don’t exactly crave Taco Bell.”

  “They’re hardly Taco Bell, Ferris.” She eyed me, then shook her head with a laugh. “Honestly, it’d be fine if you wanted to see them all again. It’s not like any of us has room for jealousy. Not with so much going on.”

  “None of you?”

  She grinned, then headed off as she said, “I’ll keep trying to get through. Just need to get myself one of those sandwiches, first. Yours looks delicious.”

  “Have it,” I said, holding it out.

  She eyed it, grinned, and accepted. “You’re a lifesaver.”

  With that, she gave me another quick kiss, then headed back to do her thing. That left me wondering why I was so interested in seeing the Protector again. Jack. He was a cool enough guy, in that nerdy, “I get him” way. But it was more than that; it was the ladies, too, but not in that sexy context. It was the fact that they were the actual fairy tales, in a sense, that I’d grown up reading about. Seeing them was like meeting a favorite movie star, except ten times cooler.

  Anyway, I needed another sandwich, so I headed back down to make one. What I found was Koharu with Kinara, both at the dining room table, leaning against it and giggling. Considering how they stopped to eye me like a piece of raw meat when I got close, I had to assume they’d been talking about me.

  “What’d I miss?” I asked.

  “Koharu here thinks no men are really into going down on a woman, and I said that’s bullshit,” Kinara said. “It’s bullshit. Tell her.”

  “Complete bullshit,” I agreed and meant it. “And… why were we discussing this?”

  “Ah, see… Koharu’s horny. And so am I.”

  I chuckled, but they both stared at me longingly. My appetite had suddenly shifted, so I no longer cared about having a sandwich.

  “Upstairs?” I asked.

  They nodded.

  My stomach rumbled. “Mind if I bring… toppings? For this dessert.”

  “Not at all,” Koharu said, already squirming. Her monkey tail swayed back and forth, while Kinara licked her lips in my direction.

  “Don’t take too long,” Kinara said. “We’ll head up and get clean.”

  I nodded, unopposed to that. As much as I loved to eat pussy, it was always more pleasant when freshly washed. But my snacks would help with that, anyway. I found chocolate pudding and whipped cream, figuring that would do. Before heading up, I popped a couple of chocolate-covered almonds into my mouth, so I wouldn’t be interrupted by actual hunger in the middle of my “feast.”

  The sound of running water drew my attention to the bathroom as I walked through the door. Clothes were strewn about. You better believe I stripped, too, and with perfect timing as the water shut off and the two ladies emerged.

  “Hello, there,” Koharu said, and she had her hands on Kinara’s back. Clearly, they’d been washing each other. The thought alone was enough to bring me to arousal. Her eyes lowered to my package and she added, “Sugoi.”

  “I often forget you know Japanese,” I said, then remembered that Suiko did, too, and it was very likely that Ahlaksiz was fluent. Damn, with Yuki and Greg as well, this place was perfect for any Japanophile. “Can we practice sometime? I mean, I’ve always wanted to be better at Japanese.”

  “Ferris,” Kinara interjected, “does this feel like the right time for that discussion?”

  “Well…” A glance over their bodies, then down to my erect cock, told me it was indeed not the right time.

  “It’s okay,” Koharu said, moving over to me, hand running down my body and caressing me below. “Chinko dekai, ne?”

  I gulped, hand going to her waist, caressing her smooth skin. It went down to her thigh as she stroked me, eyes moving over to the whipped cream.

  “Nani sorre?”

  “Kore wa…” I snatched up the bottle and held it over my cock, eyes meeting hers questioningly. “Ii desu ka?”

  Her tongue ran along her upper lip, and she gave me a subtle nod. Kinara came up behind her, hand moving along her tail, the other cupping her breast, watching as I squirted a dollop of whipped cream on the middle of my shaft.

  It was cold, causing me to jump slightly. Koharu chuckled, pushing me back to sit at the edge of the bed, and lowered her head between my legs. Kinara stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders and leaning over to get a good view as Koharu licked the edge of the cream, barely letting me feel the hint of her tongue.

  “Umai,” Koharu said, running her hands along my inner thighs as she nuzzled my balls with her cheek, then adding, “Oishii.”

  “This is a fun way to learn the language,” Kinara said, kneeling to cup Koharu’s breasts and kissing the back of her neck. “What do I call these?”

  “Opai?” I offered, referring to her breasts.

  “Mmm-hmm,” Koharu replied, licking up the last of the cream, then taking my cock fully in her mouth.

  I leaned back, moaning, but on the point of orgasm, pulled back, and said, “My turn.”

  She sat first, then I guided Kinara to sit next to her. They looked at me expectantly, then I led them to kiss. Their hands started caressing each other on their own, and I took the chocolate pudding, wiping a bit of it on Kinara’s nipple, then some on Koharu’s. I licked them both clean, then took some of that whipped cream. Lifting Koharu’s leg to spread them, I grinned at the sight of her gorgeous pussy, and spread a bit of that cream along the curve of her mound. I dove in, lapping it up and not even caring that the cream was getting all over my cheeks and chin.

  Koharu took some of the cream from my cheek, spreading it on Kinara’s breast to lick it off, then moving to her neck. She took more as I ran my tongue along her clit, watching. Spreading that cream on her own neck, she leaned over to let Kinara at it. She did, then pulled back, yacking.

  “Blah, yuck!” Kinara shot up, going to the bathroom and running the water.

  “What…?” I asked, leaning back, but Koharu grabbed my head and pulled me back in. Not that I was protesting. As I continued to kiss and lick, running my tongue around her clit, I did my best to
hold back a laugh when Kinara returned, explaining that she hated the taste of sugar.

  “Put some raw meat or blood on that neck, you’ll never get me off.” Kinara leaned over me, running Koharu’s tail along my back. It tickled, and I had to pull back.

  “Focus,” Kinara said, pulling me in again. “And you, up here.”

  When I was able to look, I got a view of Kinara’s ass as she straddled Koharu’s face. Koharu had laid back and was using the whipped cream as she brought moans from Kinara.

  “Has anyone seen the whipped cream…” Ahlaksiz said, entering and freezing at the sight.

  “Got it here,” Kinara replied, and turned around to spray some on my back, causing me to shudder, and Koharu to yelp as I went too hard.

  I leaned back and motioned for Ahlaksiz to join us. She eyed us, considering, then said, “Yeah, I was going to use it for my coffee, but figure this should wake me up, too.”

  “You’re damn right it will,” Kinara said, and she was up, going over to the woman to help her undress.

  Ahlaksiz met my gaze as her clothes came off, then she turned Kinara around to face me, caressing her body from behind, moving a hand between her legs, and sliding a finger into her pussy as I watched. Then they moved over to us, and she started kissing Koharu while I went down on Kinara, before moving over to bury my face in Ahlaksiz from behind. As I did, I felt hands on my ass and a tongue on my balls, then someone pulling me over and pushing me to my back. As if on cue, all three women converged on me, kissing my mouth, abs, and cock. I didn’t even know who was where, I was so caught up in the moment.

  Then they were somehow all down there, tongues flicking about, whipped cream and chocolate mousse in places I was pretty sure it didn’t belong. Kinara made sure to map out her own area to avoid the sugar taste, and she was the one who slurped up the majority of my cum when I couldn’t hold out any longer and finally unleashed.

  Koharu slid in to get the last dribbles, then Ahlaksiz pinned down Kinara to finger her, tail moving along her body with her tongue. Since they were occupied and I hadn’t finished what I’d started with Koharu, I helped her back to a sitting position at the edge of the bed and knelt there, working to finish her off.

  I froze, tongue mid-flick across Koharu’s clit, the sound of a shout and thuds alerting me. Too in the moment, I was going back in for more when an alarm blared.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, kissing Koharu on the left labia and pulling back, eyes meeting hers as we wondered what was going on.

  Greg’s voice came over the intercom in answer, shouting, “We’re under attack.”

  Not surprising, but also kind of annoying. I stood, wiping my chin as I asked, “What is it?”

  There she was, the first gargoyle I’d seen in my life. This woman had two long horns and massive wings that seemed to be flesh but with a stony quality.

  Ahlaksiz strode up next to me, leg in front of my crotch so the creature wouldn’t be exposed to that sight, and said, “A gargoyle,” in almost a growl.

  When the next one flew by, even larger than the first, I knew we might be in trouble.

  “Clothes,” I said, running out of the room and grabbing my yukata on the way. I threw it around myself and tied the sash, then realized I had no idea where I was going.

  “Ferris?” Lizzy asked, sticking her head out from a few doors down.

  “Gargoyles on the attack,” I replied, ignoring the way her eyes moved to the bulge clearly not hidden by my yukata. “Where’s the security room?”

  “Follow me.”

  She darted out and down the stairs, wearing flannel pants and a tank top. With the arm exposed, I couldn’t help but look at the way her metal limb was merged to the flesh. Where the two met, little strands of darkness floated as if just off the surface.

  “Where’re you going?” Ahlaksiz asked, catching up.

  “The security room, to see what we’re up against. Get everyone ready and prepare defenses.”

  “I’m coming with you.”

  I didn’t argue but reached out mentally to Suiko, then summoned Devasla.

  “Where do you want me?” Devasla said, rising from a hole in the ground at the entrance as we passed it. More thuds sounded, and something dark was moving outside the door, visible in a brief movement through the window.

  “Close that up and make sure there are no fires,” I said. “Then stand by. If anything gets through that door, attack!”

  We went around the stairs to where Randi had shown me a secret entrance leading into the security room. A wall covered with screens showed glimpses of flying gargoyles, but there was more than that. The reason for the thudding was a massive beast with bulging biceps, but what looked like a woman sat on its shoulders, hands in its glowing head. They were actually inside of that monster, as if massaging its brain!

  I blinked, trying to understand what I was seeing. There was another figure on the ground, beyond the walls, barely visible with the camera’s angle. A two-headed creature, with a staff glowing in one hand. One of its heads was covered by a hood. The other wasn’t visible, but had long, flowing silver hair.

  “Monsters?” I asked.

  “No,” Ahlaksiz said, now catching up. “The gargoyles are a different breed altogether. Been around here and there for a while, you could say. That and their witches—this one here,” she indicated the thing pounding on the door,” she kind of summons monsters, too, but from somewhere else. A worse, more primal sort of monster.”

  “Are they associated with the witches we faced?”

  “I…” She looked puzzled, then shrugged.

  “And the two-headed one?”

  “What?”

  I pointed, and she laughed.

  “That’s no two-headed anything,” Greg told me, and even as he said it, I saw what he meant. The one with the long hair had stepped forward, and it was a woman.

  The woman wore a flowing dress with a tight top; her eyes glowed red as she thrust out her hands. Suddenly, old school-looking knights in rusty armor appeared, and charged the mansion.

  “Brace yourselves,” Greg said.

  They vanished from the view of that camera, and before they reappeared again, Devasla shouted, “The door’s giving!”

  “Hold them off,” I replied, and looked over our other cameras to see a gargoyle almost getting through above.

  “This is some Home Alone shit,” I said.

  “Except,” Greg spun around, “except you’re not only not alone but have several houses full of badass monsters.”

  “And me,” Arturo said, strolling in and grinning. “What’s the situation?”

  “Bad news,” I replied. Hand to my mouth, I decided it was time to take charge. I took the mic Greg had and said into it so all in the house could hear, “We have several near-breaches in progress. This is Ferris—I’m going to stick with the front door, but I’ll need monsters covering other areas under attack. Greg will be calling out, telling us where there’s trouble. Try to stay on it.”

  I handed the mic back over to Greg, and he started calling out commands while I turned to see Koharu and Kinara joining us.

  “You two on me,” I said, and glanced at Ahlaksiz.

  “I’ll take the back door,” she said.

  With a nod, we went to it.

  “Yo,” Arturo said, holding out his hands in question.

  “Repairs,” I said. “Check with Lizzy about supplies, and you two be ready to fix broken doors, walls, et cetera. If not that, medical.”

  “On it, boss.”

  I charged out to the hall and entryway, where Devasla was braced. The front door wasn’t breaking yet but had dented inward, looking like it might split at any moment.

  Yuki came out, hair disheveled, and cursed in Japanese before asking, “Can we not catch a break?”

  I gave her a “someday” look but was doubtful myself. If it wasn’t one enemy, it was another. We weren’t even dealing with the local monster groups or STP yet, and I had no idea if the monster gateway was now completely closed, or how that worked. Something told me we hadn’t seen the last of the head hunter.