Epic conclusion to the Monkey Fist Saga of mine. For those who didn't read the predecessors before this, look at my profile for them. :D It's been almost two years since I worked on the series, because I always had in mind Kim and Monty having their honeymoon in Cambodia (the place where it all began for them) then encountering trouble they face together, but I had no inspiration until now.

"The Legend of Tarzan", which stars Alexander Skarsgard as the ape man, was also released two years ago, and when I got the opportunity months ago to finally see it, I knew it was perfect for this story. :D

We open with the ending of The Monkey King Takes His Queen. If anyone needs to read the previous stories (which I HIGHLY recommend), look at my profile to find them in chronological order before jumping into any of them.

I do NOT own Kim Possible or The Legend of Tarzan which is also pivotal to this grand conclusion.

Chapter One

Back to Where It Began

"How does it feel to be heading back to Cambodia?"

Monty chuckled and held his bride close to him, inhaling the exquisite island aroma in her skin and hair. "Ah, the good times - and the day when we first crossed paths. Not exactly idyllic to follow...but it was the happiest day of my life, Kimberly."

"No regrets yet?" she asked with a giggle, like the young girl she used to be.

He hummed and kissed the top of her head. "None right now. I put all of the past behind me, and I'm more concerned with you and the present, but no worries about the future." Indeed, an uncertain future was the last thing on the agenda, and she knew it.

Two weeks in Cambodia, the very place that started it all for them...and this time for their first blissful days as husband and wife.

"Remember you wanted me as your Monkey Queen?" Kim asked suddenly, taking him by surprise altogether. He'd have assumed this wouldn't be brought up again, not that he didn't want it to be, but he never expected to be reminded again. Clearing his throat, he answered.

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

"You might not have gotten that wish, but I think this is enough for us both, don't you think? I married the most wonderful man I've ever met - the strongest fighter I will gladly call my partner - and I'm proud to be called your wife," she said proudly, holding onto him and leaning against his shoulder. "For that, you're my Monkey King, Monty, and that is more than enough for me."

For once, he was at a loss for words - but once they settled in, he realized how true they were. He never got to be the Ultimate Monkey Master, yet here he was with the rarest, God-given woman he ever wanted - Kim Possible...Kim Stoppable...and now Kim Fiske. His soul mate, his lady, his equal, his beloved...his queen. And the mother of his child - or children, one who wasn't directly his, but whom he loved as deeply. He leaned down and planted a far-from-innocent kiss upon her lips, his tongue meeting with hers and drawing a moan from her, and ended it to breathe seductively and lovingly to her.

"My Monkey Queen."

~o~

Cambodia was not only the place where it all started for them, but its history was like that of any other country in the east. It was southeast of Asia and bordered by Vietnam, Laos to the north, Thailand to the northwest and its gulf to the southwest. And rife with a history of mass executions. Its long line of terror and short-lived peace, social unrest...everything was about political intrigue.

Why she and her new husband - her second husband, to be exact - were coming here for their honeymoon, you ask? Because it held memories for them, particularly when they first met as well as their first adventure.

Their history consisted of that one time before a perceived betrayal and to follow a vicious cycle of animosity, his threats against the world, ending with his deal with a monkey devil that turned him into stone. On her part, her feelings had been a schoolgirl infatuation mistaken for love, and it nearly drove her and her best friend who later became her husband apart. It took time and effort to save what they had, and later they had a sweet little girl together - a product of love. Then her daddy died, giving his life to save their world. It was only later that mother and daughter would have a second chance in the form of the man she and Ron hated most in the world besides all the enemies she put in jail with his help. With the very same simian devil on his tail and the seal attached in his flesh, leading into an epic battle where lives would be on the line, an undead army summoned, and two blades of legend clashed.

She had died that night, but only for some moments. She'd seen heaven, and it was more beautiful than she thought. She even saw Ron, who gave her his blessing and told to be happy again, to give their daughter a new father.

Her new man changed his ways, even gave up his mutation and powers in exchange for restoring her life to her. He made peace with the demons of his childhood - including his own father who blamed him for the death of his mother. Monty always suffered for something that was never his fault.

All of their troubles were in the past now. They had been married in a big, beautiful wedding on the beach with family, friends and others whose lives they helped who deserved to witness. She wasn't that far in a new pregnancy. And they were going to enjoy their time in here, all the while she would feel the slight twitching that was the little blip which was their first baby together. Sara would have a little brother or sister, and James and Anne were going to have another grandchild. That also meant Jim and Tim would have another little niece or nephew to try and get in trouble just to annoy her.

And in the time they were flown right from Taiwan - where the wedding took place along Baishawan Beach, a place of pristine white and the bluest sea - she and Monty Fiske were now sitting in the helicopter on the way to the country which was one of the most dangerous in the world. But danger was one of their lists, except Kim was hoping they could have some peace and quiet as long as they could be ninja stealthy amidst hidden threats.

Except being Kim Possible, she seldom ever had a moment's peace.

"When have we ever had any issues with this place besides that one time?" Monty had to ask her, chuckling in his throat as he looked over the endless, various shades of blue beneath them. They still had some miles to go before they touched down. Instead of a hotel they would stay in, he surprised her with a quiet place in the jungle that his late father once owned in his travels here. But it had been unoccupied for years, so it was likely that it was rundown and crawling with nature in the forms of vines and creepy crawlies.

"He ever had any troubles with the government?" Kim asked, lacing her hand into his - her hand which had her new wedding ring which was once his mother's: a delicate golden band of a rosebud centered with a diamond, finished with leaves. It found its way to just lie next to his, which was his father's, and scrolled to resemble fine whiskey or something like that.

"Oh, my father wasn't entirely the flawless dealer as many thought he was," Monty answered, leaning his head back against the head of the seat. "But yes, I remember the final time he once dragged me away from the comforts of home, Bates in tow, when he was dealing in this country during a great time of strife. Especially when the genocide was taking place..."

Ah yes, this was where they started talking about the violent history that never seemed to end. From when the Khmer Empire was plundered by its neighbors in 1431 to being colonized by the French in the 1800s, eventually collapsing into a reign of terror in 1970, which was the beginning of a less-than-hopeful time for America. But two decades later would only bring it back into a steady journey.

Except today, political intrigue was ever present as its services were "spotty" at best. However, security was high-tech, and the tourism was one of its reliances. Which was also why she and Monty were her, but rather than going right for the source that was the town of Siem Reap, which was in the northern part of the country, which was lively with luxury hotels and night spots, or even Sihanoukville which was an upcoming beach destination, the newlyweds were going to find the spot he, his father and Bates once stayed for the business travels.

A hotel would have been ideal, but they weren't just anyone. Wild and free for once? Just what she was excited for, and that meant many different ideas. Monty was no longer the half-monkey man, but he hadn't lost his athleticism, though his body strength was different than it used to be. That meant he could bring them up into trees to jump through, run across the fields.

Edward Fiske's hut was near a beach, which increased the thrills. The waters and sands made her think back to a couple days earlier when they were married that afternoon. The scent was salty with the water and sweet with whatever flowers were around.

After getting permission at the airport in Siem Reap, they had to park in the coordinated spot upon arrival. "It's just as I remembered," Monty noted, brows furrowing, "but I'd expected it to be crawling with wildlife."

It definitely looked like someone took care of it - a caretaker, perhaps? Her husband hummed as he considered the possibility. It was made out of straw and wood, with only a single floor and not much area to cover besides a kitchen and sleeping area, but that was basically all they needed, right? She'd sleep out near the digging sites whenever she'd left home, before Ron died and she remained at home for their daughter. This old hut must have been a new kind of adventure for young Montgomery Fiske when he was dragged against both his will and his father's - it looked like it was yesterday to him. Unless they might be surprised by the inside if there were really any bugs.

To think they were going to see more of Cambodia and really enjoy it leisurely instead of on business.

It made her think if that old monkey temple where the fourth jade monkey lived was still intact, or if it was crumbled to dust by now. It was so hard to believe that thirteen years had passed...

The Mystical Monkey Temple a thing of the past, that also meant another place for exploration could be the Angkor Archaeological Park. It was located here in this northern part of Cambodia, being one of the most vital digs in southeastern Asia. Although it was in danger back in 1992, incidents involving the water declining, the tourism being unstable, and looting of all. Treasures of its ancient past always in jeopardy, which was common in the field. The Hindu temples composed of the famed Angkor Wat and the decorated Bayon.

And here they were inside the hut. It was...nicer than she expected, but what did you expect of a dead antiquities collector and dealer? The bed itself was dusted off, covered with a lavish, finely woven tapestry in jewel-tones, forming a scenery of elephants, priests and priestesses as well as the lotus flowers. There was also a simple but accommodating kitchen, worn pots and pans cleansed and ordered from bottom to top. There was also a fire pit rather than a modern stove and oven. At least she might be able to cook and clean this place herself. "My dear," Monty said, "we can call this our sraleanh khtam."

He'd just spoken in Khmer, one of the native languages of this country, the others being English and French. And what he said literally was "love hut". He mentioned one of the methods that fathers encouraged their young daughters who were falling in love for the first time, and that was by building these huts for them to explore with other boys. Now, that was definitely scandalous to other countries who thought differently about courting young people. Statutory laws were in effect especially in America, warnings about unplanned pregnancy and STDs. Although in this one village of Cambodia, in the Kreung tribe in the northeast, women were empowered by spending her nights with different men. Girls who reached teenage years could get to know as many as she wanted before she decided who was the ONE for her. This old practice might still be going on today.

Monty scoffed at this, but then again, it took them back to an unpleasant memory that was between them only and happened only a long time ago. Things were different; they understood each other more than ever now. But these people believed it was all normal, and there was nothing these two people could do to change it.

She and Monty deposited their bags on the bed. Exhausted, Kim collapsed and looked up at the ceiling. When they were sleeping at night, bugs could come in, but they'd slept outdoors before. Her short red hair plastered over her face; she hadn't noticed how she was sweating so much until now. Chuckling, Monty looked her over before joining her, looking first up at the ceiling. "Alone at last," he exhaled. "Finally we get to enjoy what we came here for."

"And at least my job of cleaning this place up has been spared before we could have any fun," Kim agreed, looking at him with a giggle. "I'm so tired I could fall asleep now -"

"Ah ah, we can sleep after something I have in mind. I used to do this as a boy when Father brought me here - without his knowledge, and without Bates' eyes." He bolted upwards, still filled with so much energy even after the flight - such a young-feeling old man, too! - and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style out the front door towards the collection of trees. They weren't heading to the beach, but a smaller water spot which was a miniature lake!

Kim squealed like a schoolgirl again as she realized they were going to have a dip into the lake without swimsuits; she'd left hers back in the suitcase. "Monty, we don't have our bathing suits!" she cried out, making him laugh.

"That is the idea, Kimberly." He set her down then and started to undress, unbuttoning his crisp white shirt and then his khakis, dropping every article of clothing until he was naked. Naked in the jungle - everything that was for her to access only for her eyes like candy in her mouth. Lean, rippling muscles, limp member not ready for another round like they had on their wedding night, despite finding out she was pregnant. They had two weeks here, so maybe they would get crazy again especially with this weather. Only Monty swore he'd rather die than endanger either his wife or unborn child - especially both of them.

Kim's off-shoulder lace dress was gone, too, and down they went into the water, her getting ahead of him because it was always the female to lead the male on, thrilling him for the chase. Two fish underwater enjoying the unlimited freedom, but they were two humans who could only last so long down here. But still, to feel her breasts wildly swaying in every direction, her limbs rippling, and her hair short enough to not suffer so much. Monty might be drooling if he could see her this well.

Did she ever say enough that swimming butt naked underwater was just as exhilarating as it was being wild in bed at night?

All the info, of course, I got on the country from Wiki. :D Not just THE Wikipedia, but also another known as WikiTravel that covers what is in the name. The latter was the one I used most of all.

Love huts in Cambodia, which is one of different countries with their own courting rituals regarding love-struck youngsters, and this was one way for fathers to help their daughters learn about intimacy with the opposite sex, and that was by building these colorful huts for exploration.

The underwater swimming scene was inspired by the one famous moment in "Tarzan and His Mate", released in 1934, and that was Tarzan and Jane swimming underwater exactly as shown between Kim and Monty. This was before the Code took place and prevented anymore sexual implications in the Tarzan movies that followed, which made this movie and "Tarzan, the Ape Man" special. :)

Review. :D But if nobody supports this pairing, you're wasting your time; flamers will be splashed with glacier water.