Hey, Everyone! This chapter, things start getting tricky for Draco. For those who think Draco is 'too perfect' or a 'Gary Stu', I remind you that he has martial arts training from a MASTER and took the time to prepare for this challenge carefully. Plus, there is a sub-plot that will add more clarity later. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Crouching Tiger, Fighting Dragon

After a breakfast of turkey jerky, coffee-nut m&m's, and Gatorade; Draco set out. He looked to the sky whenever he had to cross open terrain, remembering the black harpy from yesterday. He came across another candidate moving toward a pond, looking thirsty.

"I wouldn't drink there if I were you", Draco whispered loudly, making the guy jump and look at him. "There's a stream just a little further this way."

"What's it to you?", the guy barked as he knelt down to start cupping water in his hands. "I ain't had a drink since yesterday and there's fresh water right here!"

Just then, the water exploded next to him as a mucus toad girl leapt out and tackled him to the ground! Draco crouched down behind a bush, as the monster girl smiled down at her new husband lustily.

"Got you, my mate!", she said, licking his face—and across his lips—with her very long tongue. He looked up at her nervously and licked his lips, not realizing that doing so dosed him with her aphrodisiac mucus. Her grin got wider as he stopped struggling. With her long tongue out, she opened his pants and pulled out his hardening member. Her tongue wrapped around it several times and pumped it to full erection.

"Oh, what a nice cock you have, Husband!", she cooed lustily around her tongue. "My sister wives and I already agreed that whoever made the catch got first dibs, sooooo…"

She moaned loudly as she lowered herself on him, his cock sliding into her tight, slippery womanhood. With her frog-like legs, she bounced up and down on him, strings of mucus connecting them as her hips repeatedly slapped wetly against his; their mutual cries and moans of pleasure increasing. Draco decided now would be a good time to leave, before her teammates could arrive. He hadn't gone too far when he heard both of them cry out in ecstasy as the newly caught husband likely emptied his balls into his new wife.

He managed to avoid a few more monster girls as the day wore on. Evening was about to fall as he was nearly to his second hiding place. He stopped when he heard a scream. Unlike the cries of surprise or carnal pleasure he'd heard since the hunt began, these were screams of fear. He headed toward it carefully. He eventually caught the scent of a campfire coming from the same direction.

What he found both sickened and angered him. Six high-orcs, all very muscular under their soft, voluptuous curves, dark grey skin, brownish grey fur on their forearms and lower-legs, with the floppy pointed ears, curly fur-tipped tails, cloven-hooved feet, tusks, and noses of wild pigs. Most were like any other monster girls, but there was something 'off' about these six. Maybe part of it was how terrified Lance Ericson was where he was tied. Draco knew him from high school; a vain, arrogant athlete who bragged that he'd done the entire cheerleading squad. They had never been friends, but after the beating Draco gave him sophomore year when the jock made the mistake of bullying a friend of his, Lance left him and his friends alone.

Right now, one of the orcs was fucking Lance cow-girl style, her big tits and ass jiggling with every bouncing thrust. Draco did chuckle inwardly just a little. Lance prided himself in having sex with the most beautiful girls around, and here he was with a six-pack of women with faces like pigs. Relatively cute pigs, as all monster girls tended to be beautiful, but still pigs nonetheless.

"It's great, ain't it, Handsome?", the orc with a red Mohawk and long braid sneered from near the fire. "The manticore venom I injected you with will keep you hard and producing massive amounts of cum until you impregnate all of us. Then, when we don't need you anymore, we'll roast you for dinner. ~But don't worry~; months from now, as each of us is breast-feeding our pairs of little orc-lets born from your seed, we will fondly remember the pleasure you gave our loins and the delicious taste of your flesh from tonight!"

"His sperm feels so warm and gooey inside me, Bertha", another purred with a snort, rubbing her thighs together while she lewdly groped her own big tits.

"I know, it's great, isn't it?", the red-headed leader said, feeling her own nether region. As their leader, she had raped the pretty-boy first, savoring the massive load of his hot cum that filled her fertile womb. His resistance and protests had only turned her and her friends on even more as they raped him! "As soon as Thelma is done, we can start cooking dinner."

"I'm a-about t-to cum, Pretty-boy", Thelma teased as she rode him, smothering his face in the deep cleavage of her huge, bouncing tits. "I can f-feel you holding b-back. J-just l-let go! It will f-feeeeel so gooood if you j-just let g-g-GOOOOO! IMPREGNATE MEEEEE! GIVE ME BABIIIIEEESSS!"

"AAaaauuugh!", Lance grunted loudly as he tried but couldn't hold back any longer, flooding the fertile womb of his pig-faced rapist with his hot semen. She squealed with delight and pleasure, her orgasming pussy greedily milking his cock of every drop. He was disgusted and terrified. He had bedded cheerleaders, models, even his sexy MILF high school English teacher! And now, six literally pig-faced bitches were going to eat him now that they'd forced him to impregnate them!

Lance was always a tool, but even he didn't deserve this. Draco took out a smoke-bomb and a string of firecrackers and tossed them into the campfire. When both started to go off, chaos and confusion gripped the camp!

"What the hell?!"

"Are we under attack?"

"I can't see!"

Draco dashed through the smoke-filled camp until he reached Lance.

"Wha….? Prince? Please! Get me the HELL outta here!", the formerly proud athlete begged.

"Shut up!", Draco urged quietly as he cut the ropes holding him. "Grab your clothes and run! I'll distract them!"

"Thanks!", Lance panted as he ran away.

The smoke was starting to clear. Bertha saw the empty ropes.

"Where's our dinner?!", she screamed.

"He had to run", Draco smirked, drawing their attention. "Talk about 'fast food'! But how about I give you all some knuckle-sandwiches instead?" With that, he cracked his knuckles.

"Raauugh!", Bertha roared with a snort, charging him. "You bastard! Then you'll take his place!"

Draco sidestepped and delivered a spin-kick to the back of her head, causing her to sprawl forward on the ground. Thelma swung her fist at him, only for him to block and counter with a power-punch, knocking her back into her sister that had made the comment about Lance's semen. They both fell over each other as the next two engaged Draco simultaneously. As undisciplined as they were, fighting two at once wasn't easy, given their strength and savagery. He managed to knock one out with a punch and kick the other at the two who were getting back up. Wait, one was miss….He swept his right leg behind him, knocking the sneaky one's feet out from under her. For a split-second, he considered running while they were all on the ground. But he realized that unless he could knock them all out, bind them, and call the authorities, they would just track him and Lance down fairly quickly. So he had to end this here. He dashed over to the four trying to dis-entangle themselves from each other. He knocked two out quickly, and was about to follow up with the others, when he sensed something behind him. He turned to see Bertha charging toward him…to get tackled by a blur that streaked from the dark woods. Draco saw tiger-striped fur and a long tail on the monster girl pinning Bertha to the ground.

"How DARE you desecrate this most sacred of monster rituals!", the Jinko growled down at Bertha. "Damned man-eaters!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing", Bertha sneered as she struggled with the tiger-girl. "There was a time that your kind feasted on man-flesh! Look how far the once proud and mighty Jinko race has fallen, to roll over like tame kittens in heat forhumans!"

"Good night, little piggy", the jinko grinned as she knocked Bertha out with one savage blow.

Draco took the chance to knock out the last two orc girls, and started binding the unconscious orcs. They might be man-eaters, but as far as he knew they were also now pregnant; so killing them was not an option.

"Toss me one of those ropes?", the tiger-girl called out, standing over her beaten opponent. He did as she asked, then sent a text message to the elven officers overseeing the hunt to inform them about the man-eaters.

"You were very brave, and clever, to save that other candidate", the Jinko smiled. Draco looked at her. She was extremely attractive. About 6'4", 42J-28-40, lovely heart-shaped face with amber eyes framed by her long red hair, tiger-striped fur from her large clawed feet to mid-thigh as well as from her slightly oversized clawed hands to her shoulders, her long tail swishing behind her shapely ass, her skin nicely bronzed by the sun, and a black halter-thong-bikini barely containing her ample assets. "Clever of you to use firecrackers and smoke. I arrived just as you threw them into the fire. You fought well."

"Thanks, you too", he said, slowly backing toward the hillside sloping away from the camp. She was slinking toward him, her cat-ears twitching on her head, her tiger-eyes locked on him like prey. "The authorities know these bitches are here now, so I'll just be on my way."

"Oh no, brave one", she grinned, her sharp feline fangs glittering in the firelight as she continued to stalk him. "You have courage, kindness, and strength. Only one as noble as you is worthy to be husband to me and my sisters."

"You have to catch me first", he smirked, dropping into a Dragon-stance.

"I would expect no less, my love", she replied. "You are a skilled warrior. You might even last until my sisters arrive. Either way, you will ….be ours!"

She leapt at him, like a tiger pouncing on prey. Draco knew it was coming. He dropped on his back to the ground and brought his legs up as she landed on him. Surprise and luck enabled him to catch her wrists in his hands and use his legs to flip her over him and onto the sloping hillside. She tumbled half-way down before she caught herself. She looked up at him in admiration, to see him salute her with a crooked smirk. He ran through the lingering smoke to cover his scent and disappeared into the woods.

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Twilight had fallen by the time Bengali made it back up the hill, just as the elves and most of her sisters arrived. The sisters all shared the same heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and the same 42J-28-40 build, with the exception of the 4'10" black harpy, who sported the same curves proportionally scaled down. The orcs were arrested and dragged away while the sisters conferred. She described Draco, to which Raquel's interest was piqued.

"He sounds like the same one who got away from me and Eboni yesterday", the arachne stated.

"I am positive that he is one of the ones we all agreed to look for when we looked through the profiles weeks ago", Bengali said. "His courage and fighting prowess were something to behold. And he seemed to project a sense of….honor. That's the best way to describe it."

"He took a tremendous risk to rescue that other candidate from six man-eaters", Qinda the echidna said, slithering closer. "Even with the clever use of fireworks as a distraction."

"Hee-hee-hee! That dumb muscle-head he saved ran smack into a group of minotaurs!", the harpy giggled. "Still naked with his little soldier at full attention! I don't think they'll get him registered until at least noon tomorrow!"

"Eboni! Focus!", Qinda urged, then her voice went sultry. "This brave one sparks my interest. Did you notice anything else about him, Bengali?"

"He seemed to sense danger behind him…..twice! His fighting style seemed to be some variant of Dragon-Fist, and he fought as smoothly as if he had decades of experience", the tiger-girl said. Qinda's eyes widened.

"Could it be?", she stroked her chin in thought. "Sisters, do you remember his profile? 'Draco Lee Prince', and the dragon tattoos on him in the pictures? It can't be coincidence."

"You don't really think he could be….?", Raquel started, only for her echidna sister to interrupt.

"It would explain his actions, behavior, and natural fighting skills", she said. "I knew I sensed something special about him when we read his profile. But even if I'm wrong, I'm getting very turned on just thinking about him."

"Agreed", Bengali grinned. "I wanted him inside me the moment I saw him fight. Everything about him just screams 'worthy mate'!"

"Only an exceptional mate could escape one of my traps", Raquel added. "He's the one I want."

"He's smart, sticking to the cover of the hills and forest", Eboni said, fluffing her wings. "Even a bird-brain like me can appreciate that!"

"Agreed. So first thing in the morning, Eboni, I want you to fly down to the beach and tell Vera that we need her to start exploring the inland waters", Qinda said. "Tell her about our target, and then resume scouting from the air."

"Okey-Dokey!", the black harpy chirped cheerfully.

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Draco made it to his second hidey-hole; a hidden nook amid several large boulders. He heated up an 'Asian Beef Strips and Vegetables' MRE for dinner and popped a couple Jolly Ranchers for dessert. He looked up at the starlit sky. That was too close. He was fairly certain he could've handled the orcs himself, even if that jinko hadn't stepped in. She was something else, though; fast, strong, and a skilled fighter from what he saw. He got lucky being able to catch her by surprise, tossing her down that hill. In a protracted fight, she would've easily overpowered him; or kept him busy long enough for her sisters to arrive and help her subdue him.

He realized something else as he sat there. He admired her. He could see himself fighting beside her for a common cause. She could have captured him while he was distracted by the orcs, but she chose to help him stop them first; then face him one-on-one. Someone like her would only ally themselves with others as honorable as she was. Still, he had to be careful of her and her 'sisters', whatever kind of monster girls they were.

Draco took a moment to text his family to let them know he was ok and still free. He then looked to the stars again. Sensing nothing nearby, he allowed himself to sleep. After all, he'd had a busy day!

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Author's notes: THAT was a close call! Even with all his skills and preparation, Draco only escaped with a healthy dose of luck! But now he's the specific target of a team of sister-wives! Plus, with so many husbands already captured, the remaining monster girls will only be more desperate and determined!

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