Hello Everyone! Hope everyone is doing well! I had some issues come up but I am going to try and get this one busted out sooner and hopefully move on to the next chapter soon.
The next morning…
Gregory awoke shortly after sunrise. After disassembling his tent and repacking it onto his horse, Gregory, Agape and Emeline gathered around the campfire for a quick meal. After everyone is fed, Gregory dons his armor and mounts his horse while Emeline disappears towards the carriage, the doors opening on their own for Agape. The group ride towards the valley, following the river as the bunyip, Tera, had said to. It does not take long before the road degrades into a forest trail, narrow and shaded by trees. Gregory rides along the trail behind Agape's carriage, his nerves on edge. They have already been in the forest for almost an hour and yet there are no signs of life: no songbirds, no animals, not even a curious Monster Girl. Apprehensive, Gregory reaches for his halberd, holding the reins in one hand.
After a few more minutes of riding, the carriage comes to a slow halt. Agape steps out of the carriage, Emeline materializing by her side in her cat-girl form. "Leave your horse here. We should be close enough for them to notice a horse and carriage approaching; no sense is wasting the element of surprise." Agape says as she raises a hand towards the carriage. She traces a circle in the air with her finger and, to Gregory's surprise, the carriage begins to fold in on itself. By the time Gregory steps off his horse, the carriage has folded down into a small, wooden cube that Agape tucks into a pouch on her belt. Without another word, Agape sets off down the trail with Emeline following after her.
Gregory quickly ties his horse to a nearby tree and hurries after Agape. It does not take long before Gregory learns they are in the ocelomeh's territory as the trail they are following is marked with menacing totems, wooden stands decorated with bones, skulls, and wooden masks carved with threatening faces. A few more paces, the perimeter comes into view between the trees, walls made of standing logs tied together with a tall wooden gate. Gregory keeps his head on a swivel, scanning the foliage around them for any sign of movement or life. As they draw nearer to the walls, Gregory becomes curious as Agape and Emeline do not move to approach with more caution.
"Should we not try to attack from the side? It seems rather ballsy to just walk up to their front door." Gregory asks in a whisper.
"There is no need," Agape says as she continues to walk without turning to him. Gregory raises a brow under his helmet.
"What do you mean?"
"Something is wrong," Agape's voice is concerned yet unshaken. Gregory's nerves spike at her words, but only when they draw closer to the camp's gate does he realize what she means. The tall wooden gate is left ajar and he can hear the sounds of fighting in the distance. Agape stops at the gate to peer around, blocking Gregory's view of the camp. "This is awful," Agape says in a whisper. She steps back to allow Gregory to take her place, his breath drawing sharply as he sees the inside of the camp.
The camp is circular with several bungalows lining the inside of the walls and an open center. The dirt of the camp's center is now running crimson as what can only be considered a massacre occurs. Bodies of both human and Monster Girls litter the area as other ocelomeh battle each other amongst the carnage, crying out and in both pain and rage. The sight of the bodies is what grabs Gregory's attention, the sight of their helpless positions dragging long buried memories to the surface. Memories of blood soaked battlegrounds as he stumbled his way through corpses. Taking a deep breath as a sense of cold anger flows through him, he steps past the gate, his halberd held in both hands.
As soon as the ocelomeh notice him approaching, Gregory becomes the full focus of their violence. The ocelomeh are as Agape had described them, similar to were-cats with golden, dark spotted fur. He also notes their weapons are of primitive design, but each one is tipped with demon silver. The first ocelomeh to reach him attacks with nothing but her own claws, obviously not caring for his armor. He stuns her by slamming the haft of his halberd into her face before striking her with the pommel, causing her to crumple to the ground.
Three more appear with weapons, their blows fast and powerful as he blocks and parries them one after the other. A spiked cudgel comes down towards him and Gregory parries before driving the pommel into her gut. She lets out a heave as he quickly hoists her into the air and sends her flying behind him. He turns just in time as a spear whips past his helmet. The ocelomeh jerks it back for lashing out with several more stab attempts, three of them find their mark, the silver blade passing through his armor, his skin beginning to burn where the enchanted metal hit. Ignoring it, Gregory leans the head of his halberd towards her before throwing all his weight behind it in an infantry charge. She has no time to react as the blade pierces her stomach, Gregory practically carries her on the tip of his halberd before trusting her forward. She falls to her back as she is forced off the blade, having no time to react as Gregory swings the halberd around before bringing it over his head down on her chest. She gives a silent yell of pain before going limp.
The last ocelomeh attacks from his side, slamming a familiar looking shield into the side of his helmet. He takes the blow easily, throwing the halberd around in a wide arc. She avoids it before jumping forward again, swinging what appears to be a wooden sword with shards of demon silver fixed into the edge. She lashes out with a fury of blows as Gregory struggles to block them with the haft of his halberd. She gives another swing before letting out a battle cry as she draws her weapon back to strike again. Without hesitation, Gregory uses the opening to slam the side of his halberd into her head. She cries out as she falls to the ground but regains her footing quickly, leaping towards him again. As her sword comes around, Gregory repeats his counter, this time nocking the sword from her hand. As the weapon goes flying, she rounds with her shield, not expecting him to sweep the halberd's head down to hook her ankle. With a quick jerk, Gregory sends the ocelomeh onto her back with a grunt. Before she can move to defend, Gregory draws the halberd back and thrusts it down into her throat, her body going limp almost immediately.
As he frees the halberd, he becomes aware of rushing footsteps behind him. He spins to see another ocelomeh, a weapon in mid-swing. Time slows as the weapon arcs around. Gregory knows he cannot react fast enough to counter or block and prepares to take the attack. However, just as the weapon, a crudely made ax, would have struck his head, the ocelomeh is jerk backwards by some unseen force.
"You let your guard down," a cool voice says. He turns to see Agape standing at a distance, one first raised in the air. "That hit would have left you a lust-filled baboon." Gregory shakes his head, grounding himself in the current situation.
"Thank you," he says as he approaches the ocelomeh who has recovered. She hisses at Gregory, her ax raised threateningly towards him. Without warning, she launches herself towards him again, the ax raised over her head. Gregory reacts on instinct and prepares to thrust upward. However, just as the ocelomeh would have been impaled, she freezes in midair. It takes a moment before Gregory realizes that she is restrained in Agape's webs. He turns to the arachne, who is now approaching him with her arms crossed, her eyes on the ocelomeh. "How did you set that trap so fast? You have time magic?"
"No, silly," she says with a smirk. "I set that trap while you were fighting the other three." Gregory stares at her incredulously as she approaches the ensnared ocelomeh. The feline Monster Girl growls and hisses as she struggles against the web, her movements only causing the threads to restrain her further. "I believe this is their chief."
"How can you tell?" Gregory asks and Agape points to a golden amulet dangling from her neck. Gregory approaches and examines it, having not noticed it before. It is carved with a strange character that Gregory does not recognize, but he can tell it is valuable and very old.
"In the depictions I've seen, the chiefs always wear a medallion like this." Agape then turns to survey the area. "Something is very wrong here."
"I'm thinking the same," Gregory says, his eyes still on the ocelomeh chief. He deduced that the ocelomeh he fought had gone rabid, as well as the chief suspended before him, their eyes having turned violet and their minds lost to their violent lusts. But, after abducting so many men so recently, there is no reason for them to have gone rabid in the first place. What's more, Gregory does not remember seeing any male corpses after he entered the camp.
A cloud of smoke drifts in to join Gregory and Agape, Emeline materializing before them. "There are no more survivors, mistress." She says, her face blank of emotion. Agape nods, her face stern.
"Thank you, Emeline," Agape says as she goes over to the ocelomeh. In rush of movement, Agape picks the chief from the web trap and coils her into a bondage knot, similar to what she had done to the bunyip the day prior. "We need her to be lucid. You knights have items that can cure rabid Monster Girls, yes?" Gregory nods, his hand going to the pouch on his belt holding the purifying candies he had brought.
"It may take a while, though. Her mind is far gone." Gregory says, watching the chief continue to hiss and struggle against her new bonds. Agape nods, understanding.
"Very well. You take care of her; Emeline and I will see to the dead and set up the perimeter. Just try to make it as quick as possible, please."
One hour later…
Gregory had done this before, sating a rabid Monster girl, but this one in particular is possibly the most difficult he has ever seen. Even while bound she continues to fight, jerking and biting at anything that seems like a weak spot. After struggling to get her into one of the huts that is not occupied by corpses, Gregory manages to get her into a bed. She growls and writhes, doing her best to free herself from the web bondage as Gregory takes out one of his purifying candies. Normally, he would pop the candy into his mouth before sating the Monster Girl, however, given the ocelomeh's condition, he decides to take a more direct route. He pops the candy between his teeth, takes the ocelomeh's jaw in his hand and places a kiss on her growling lips. He manages to get the candy into her mouth, but not before she sinks her teeth into his lips. He jerks back with a yelp, blood dripping down his chin. He starts to curse but stops as he notices the change in her.
The ocelomeh's reaction to the candy is immediate, her eyes closing tightly as she begins to roll the candy in her cheeks, soft moans escaping her lips as the Spirit Energy seeps from the candy. She calms down after a few more minutes, her eyes changing from dark violet to soft caramel. As he tends to his torn lip, he cannot help but take in the sight of the ocelomeh chief. She is tall, almost as tall as Gregory himself. Her shoulder length hair is the same color as the fur on her lower legs and arms, golden with black spots. Her skin is darkly tanned, several scars visible on her abdomen, the only piece of clothing being a skimpy piece of fabric that covers her breasts and pelvis; it looks more like lingerie than clothing to Gregory's mind.
After some more time, Gregory goes over to the relaxed Monster Girl as she lays in blissful ignorance, too absorbed by the taste of the candy. He can tell by the way her body is flushed that the candy has brought her a long ways, no doubt she will be more pleasant now. Wanting to test his theory, he reaches for the strand of web that runs between her legs and tugs on it lightly, the silken thread pressing through the cloth covering her pubic area. She gives a loud, muffled moan as her hips jerk upward. Instead of struggling, she actually begins to bounce her hips up and down lightly, as if to ask for more. To be completely certain, he pulls off one of his gauntlets before exposing her netherlips and running his finger over her swollen clitoris. She gives another loud moan, pinning him with pitiful, needy eyes.
"Please…" she says. "more…please." Gregory nods as she starts to strip his armor. He decides to keep her mostly bound, cutting the webs securing her legs and feet so that she can spread them. He does not bother with foreplay, understanding how badly she needs him. Sliding the strand and fabric away, he does not hesitate as he buries his shaft inside of her. She stifles a moan, her eyes rolling backwards as he begins to rock against her in steady movements. Gregory is not prepared for the tightness of her body, nor how much it fights against him. With every thrust, her body seems to push back. However, when he tries to pull out to reposition himself, her netherlips seem to tighten around his tip and keep him in place.
It takes a while before she finally orgasms, the ocelomeh screaming out in pleasure as she arches her back, her legs going around Gregory's hips and pulling him deeper inside her body. To his surprise, however, she does release him after her pleasure subsides. "More…more," she breathes, her tone no longer pleading but demanding. Gregory manages to free his erection from her grasp and reposition himself behind her, the Monster Girl growling in displeasure as he lifts her hips up; though, she gives a gasp of pleasure as he enters her from behind.
Gregory grunts as he has to force himself into the ocelomeh chief again. Even after her first orgasm she is still so tight as well as resistant to him. He has never fucked a Monster Girl that was so demanding and yet so resistant to his entry. She even starts rock her hips backward, her round buttocks bouncing against his hips with enough force to drive him backwards. His eyes go wide as she manages to bring him back to sit on his legs. Never has he met a Monster Girl who could match him in such a way. He has sated ogres, hobgoblins, even centaur females that did not have this much vigor. His arousal refueled, he grabs onto her bound forearms and pulls on them, arching her back and raising her head off of the bed. She cries out in both surprise and pleasure as her new position allows him to penetrate her even deeper as he thrusts against her with more strength.
The two go at it for what seems like hours, the sex becoming competitive as they bring each other to one orgasm after the other in different positions. However, despite her ferocity, the ocelomeh is the one to give up, but only barely. Gregory releases another load of his seed inside her, streams of white leaking from her netherlips as he gives a few more heavy thrusts, each one sending electricity through the ocelomeh's body.
"No…no…" she gasps as her hips fall to the mattress, releasing Gregory's member. Gregory falls backwards, propping himself up on one arm as he stares down at the vanquished Monster Girl chief, his breathing labored. For the first time, he feels completely satisfied with sex. He has never been so exhausted and yet sated after sating a Monster Girl, no matter how rogue she had become at the time.
"Ahem," Gregory's head darts to the doorway, finding an unamused arachne glaring at him with a white haired familiar beside her, biting her lip at the sight of them. "I thought I said to make it 'quick'." Agape says as Gregory pulls the bedsheet up to cover himself.
"She was…very much in need," Gregory says, his cheeks growing hot in embarrassment. Agape crosses her arms as Emeline giggles.
"Yes, I'm sure. Well, you'll be happy to know that dinner is ready. So why don't you dress yourself and the chief?"
"I can dress myself," a cold voice says from beside Gregory. The rest of them turn in surprise as the ocelomeh chief rolls so that she can sit up on the bed despite being bound. Her amber eyes go back and forth between Gregory, Agape, and Emeline, seeming to size each of them up.
"Good to see you are back to your senses. My name is Agape Nephila, a mage from the town of Dawnspur. This," Agape pats Emeline on the head, "is my familiar, Emeline. The one beside you is Gregory." Agape waits for the ocelomeh to introduce herself, but she continues to stare at her for a long moment. Visibly irritated, Agape speaks again, "And your name is?"
"I am Kiera, chief of this tribe…or so I was," her gaze darkens, her chin lowering. Any sign of irritation evaporates from Agape's face, her gaze turning sympathetic.
"I am sorry for your tribe," it is Gregory who speaks up this time. "However, you have some questions to answer and some crimes to answer for." The ocelomeh turns to him with a brow raised.
"Who are you to speak to me that way?" Keira says, almost outraged. Despite their previous play, Gregory does not appreciate her tone, no matter how good she is at sex. He stands up, disregarding his nakedness as he towers over the ocelomeh.
"I am Gregory of Lescatie, lawbringer for the Iron Legion. You stand accused of attacking and kidnapping citizens of Dawnspur. You will cooperate with us and answer our questions." The ocelomeh glares up at towering figure that is Gregory.
"And if I refuse?" Gregory crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes darkening.
"Then you will join the rest of your tribe," his words are cold and unforgiving. The two lock glares for a long moment as Agape and Emeline watch the two fearfully. Kiera, however, is the first to look away.
"Very well," she says lowly. "I will cooperate." Gregory nods in satisfaction.
"Glad that's settled," Agape says. Gregory looks at her and raises a brow at the sight of her and Emeline. Agape's legs seem to have started jittering and Emeline is clinging to one of them, staring fearfully at Gregory as she does so. "Why don't we talk over a hot meal?" Gregory grabs his trousers as Agape and Emeline quickly scurry out of the hut. He goes back to Kiera, her amber eyes glaring at him suspiciously as he draws a small knife.
"I am going to cut the threads. If you try to attack me, I will not hesitate to kill you," he says, his tone even. She glares at him for another moment before nodding. He slices the threads and Kiera bundles them up before tossing them to the floor. She stands, adjusting her clothing that it covers her nipples while leaving the majority of her breasts and torso exposed. The two leave the hut together, Kiera leaving first with Gregory following behind. Outside the hut, Agape and Emeline have built a small campfire with a steaming cauldron floating just above the flames. Emeline approaches them with two bowls of what turns out to be stew. They take seats around the fire as Agape and Emeline join them, passing pieces of bread to the other two. The group eat in silence, Gregory passing suspicious glances to the ocelomeh, who is also glaring at him with distrust. Finally, when everyone is fed, it is Agape that speaks up.
"Alright, now that we're fed, let's get down to business," she begins as she waves her hand in the air, causing the cauldron and bowls to disappear instantly. With another wave, she conjures a quill, inkwell, and a notepad as she turns to Kiera, "Let's start with some simple questions. Why did you and your tribe come to this area?" Kiera eyes Agape peevishly for a moment until Gregory clears his throat meaningfully. Her eyes dart towards him with a glare before returning to Agape.
"We came here from the south. Our tribe had gone to war with another tribe and lost, we were forced from our lands. We came here and settled." Agape scribbles on her notepad as Kiera continues. "This area was nice. Plenty of food and close enough to the main road. But it did not last long." Kiera's eyes grow dark. "A scouting party had gone to the explore the mountain," she pointed towards Mount Ignis that looms in the distance. "Only one returned. She spoke of cave that lead deep into the mountain. Something slept there but was woken by their intrusion. Some warriors and I went to rescue our sisters, but when we found them, they had been burned to ash. It was terrifying."
Gregory watches Kiera, her eyes holding back tears as she stares into the campfire. "We couldn't fight the creature in the cave. It was a Mamono, but I had never seen one like her before. She skilled three of my group but let the rest of us live. She demanded that we bring her men or that she would cause the mountain to spew fire on our village. She could control the mountain's fire, her body seemed to be made of it."
"The mountain's fire," Gregory says with a confused scowl. "She doesn't mean magma, does she?" Gregory looks to Agape who has a very serious expression as her quill scribbles furiously over her notepad.
"I… believe so," Agape says between scribbles. "And…if…she does…then I think you know…what we're dealing with." Gregory's face grows hard as he understands her meaning.
"A lava golem," Gregory breathes. He had faced regular golems before, as well as other elemental types of Monster Girls, but lava golems are rare and are hardly ever encountered.
"What is a lava golem?" Kiera asks.
"They are a rare and dangerous Monster Girl," Agape answers, making a last mark on her notepad. "When enough Demonic Energy collects inside a volcano or source of magma, or mountain's fire as you called it, the Energy draws on the magma around it and forms a mind of its own. Most lava golems are ancient and stay dormant for hundreds of years, which means they are sex-starved when they wake up." Agape turns back to Gregory, "If there is a lava golem inside Mount Ignis, we have to deal with her. She is a major threat to all of Ashfeld."
Gregory nods. A creature that can cause volcanos to erupt is dangerous enough, but to have one in the largest active volcano that is connected to the rest throughout the region. It could mean another Cataclysm. Gregory looks to Kiera, "Tomorrow we will set out and you will show us to this cave." The ocelomeh glares at him, but Agape speaks up before she can retort.
"Are you sure just the four of us can bring down a lava golem without destroying everything?" The arachne asks.
"Yes, I do," Gregory says confidently. "The Grandmaster issued me a blade of St. Romulus." Agape bolts upright, all eight of her legs snapping her large body upward.
"You have a blade of St. Romulus?!" Agape screeches, more accusing than questioning. Gregory does not hold Agape's reaction against her. Any Monster Girl would be nervous around such a weapon, though it would be the most lethal against Emeline, who is watching the exchange half-interested in her cat form.
"What is this blade?" Kiera asks, obviously confused from Agape's reaction. Agape growls, her legs bending to lower her body back to the ground.
"It is a dagger filled with powerful purifying magic," Agape begins. "One cut is enough to purge any Monster Girl of their Demonic Energy. It's lethal to demonic or construct type Monster Girls, like Emeline and golems for that matter. Though, there are supposedly only a few in existence." Gregory nods at her explanation. It is true that only a handful exist, St. Romulus was only able to craft seven of the blades. The Iron Legion has four while the Imperial Legion have three.
"The Grandmaster was worried that a demon or succubus might have been involved, wanting to turn the area into a Demon Realm." Gregory says and Agape nods, tucking her notepad and pencil away. She then takes her bowel and downs the contents in one gulp, earning surprised stares from Gregory and Kiera.
"Very well. I suggest we all turn in early. Tomorrow will not be easy," Agape says as she drops the empty bowel before it vanishes. She flicks her hand and the cauldron disappears too. Without another word, Agape turns towards her carriage with Emeline following after her.
"She is a strange Mamono," Kiera says slowly as she stares after Agape. Gregory nods as she takes a slow bite of his meal, also staring after the arachne mage.
The two finish their meal in awkward silence, finally setting their empty bowls down at their feet. Gregory stands up, wanting to follow Agape's advice. "I'm turning in," he says. "Tomorrow will not be easy, so I suggest you do the same." To Gregory's surprise, Kiera's head darts sideways with a childish pout.
"I'm not a child! And I don't need you of all people to watch over me." Her words are uppity and flustered, unlike the cold anger she expressed towards him earlier. What the hell? He can also notice a slight shade of pink in her cheeks in the firelight, but only just. Now knowing how to react to this, he says nothing as he turns to head towards his tent that had been set up by Agape and Emeline. He makes it a few feet before he feels a soft hand touch his arm. "Wait…"
To his surprise, he finds Kiera there, her expression even more baffling as she looks away from him, her face blushing very noticeably now, a look of insecurity in her eyes. Gregory raises a brow before responds.
"Um…yes?"
Kira's eyes shift sideways multiple times before she replies. "I want to thank you for your help with my tribe," she says lowly. Her words make absolutely no sense to him.
"What I did for them?"
"Yes," she begins. "You gave them a warrior's death. When one of us goes rogue it is the job of the tribe to either bring her a man or kill her. Had you not come along; they would have torn each other apart like animals." She looks up at him, her eyes holding back tears. Sympathy stabs him through the chest as he places a hand on her shoulder.
"You did what you could. All that matters is that they are at peace now," he says softly. A single tear slides down her cheek.
"My tribe is gone. I did everything I could, and it wasn't enough…" more tears escape her eyes, her chest starting to heave as she fights against sobs.
"You can't dwell on the past. The only thing you can do is move forward." She looks up at Gregory's words, her amber eyes glistening.
"H-have you… lost your family…too?" Kiera manages through her sobs.
"I lost my entire country," Gregory says emotionlessly.
"What?" Gregory then recounts the story of Lescatie and the Monster invasion that brought the kingdom to its knees in a single night. Gregory has little memory of the night itself, none of his parents of his life before the invasion; he had been young when the Monster's invaded. He remembers wandering a battlefield, bodies strewn everywhere before meeting an old woman who led him to an orphanage. After the nuns appeared and took him inside, the old woman left without a word. He never saw her again.
Kiera's eyes begin to flood once again, her heart aching as she imagines a child growing up without knowing his family, of his home. Without thinking, she throws her arms around the massive chest. "I-I'm so…so sorry…Greg-ah…" is all she manages to say between her sobs.
Gregory, baffled by her sudden affection, puts his arms around her shoulders. "Kiera its fine. Its hard to miss something you don't remember having." And that had been his outlook on the issue his entire life. He had always looked ahead, more worried about his life in the present and his future. He hates what happened to Lescatie and wishes he remembered his parents; sometimes he wondered if they were still alive, but only briefly. The idea of his parents being alive, still in Lescatie is not a pleasant thought. Gregory remembers his training for the Legion, to stay focused on the present and move forward, unstoppable and unyielding. That is a lawbringer. That is the Iron Legion.
Kiera nuzzles against his chest another moment before she pulls back, her eyes dry but puffy now. She looks down at the ground, wanting to avoid his gaze. "I am sorry you saw me like that. I'm such a disgrace," Kiera says. If her ancestors were watching, they would be spitting at her now. A chief blubbering to a stranger, a man, who is not her husband no less. Then again, she can no longer be called a chief.
More tears build in her eyes as she remembers her tribe, but they are interrupted as Gregory places a hand on her head. Her ears perk up in confusion as she now looks up at him. "What are you doing?"
Gregory cracks a grin. "Sorry. You seemed to be thinking of something painful."
"So, you try to console me by petting me?" she asks, a brow raised. He shrugs at her.
"Wasn't sure what else to do." She looks away, a shade of color coming to her cheeks. Gregory cannot help but laugh at her reaction. "You are strange."
Kiera looks up at him with a mock glare. "And what is so strange about me?"
"Earlier, you were treating me like I was a disrespectful subordinate. Now, you're treating me…well…somewhat normally." Gregory says, crossing his arms over his chest with a grin. Kiera turns her back to him, not wanting to show her expression.
"That is my people's way. Affection is meant for our husbands in the comfort of our homes. We are warriors first and foremost; the world must see as nothing else. Only our husbands are to see us for who we really are." Kiera recites as if she had done so a thousand times.
Gregory arches a brow at first, but then remembers that Agape had told him something similar when they first met. "Right. Well, I think I will turn in now. Tomorrow will be dangerous, and we need our rest." Kiera nods over her shoulder as she makes her way towards one of the larger huts in the village and leaves him without a word.
As Gregory enters his tent that Agape and Emeline had pitched for him, a thought occurs to him: if she was acting so casual with him, does that mean she… Gregory shakes his head to clear his thoughts. Absolutely not. She had just lost her tribe; she needed a shoulder to cry on. Nothing more. However, as Gregory lays in the dark, remembering his time with Kiera while she was still recovering from her roguish state, he finds himself questioning his own thoughts.
The following morning…
Gregory wakes just as the sun is rising and does not hesitate to dress in his armor and break down the tent without delay. After his supplies are replaced onto his horse, he looks around with a questioning look, wondering where his companions are. He approaches Agape's carriage when he sees Agape, Emeline, and Kiera walking up from between the empty shacks of the village.
Gregory instantly notices Kiera is now dressed in a tribal armor consisting of hard leather and animal furs, adorned in colorful beads as well as an assortment of animal bones and teeth on her waist and around her neck. She also wears a headdress adorned with more beads and feathers. The entire looks speaks to her feats as a warrior and a leader of her tribe, but her attire is not all that catches his attention.
"What is that?" Gregory asks as the three of them come into ear shot. Kiera pulls a large, flat wooden paddle off her back. With a leather bound handle, the sides of the paddle are burned with the image of a winged, serpentine Monster Girl. The edges of the paddle are lined with some form of black, crystal-like blades at even intervals; a menacing weapon overall.
Kiera raises the weapon up with a look of satisfaction that is quickly replaced by sadness. "This is the Macuahuitl. It is a weapon that has been in my tribe for generations." Kiera says dryly as she returns the weapon to her back.
"It is lined with Itztli, a special kind of crystal that is legendary for making blades. I was not even sure it was real until now. It should prove useful when facing the lava golem," Agape says as she steps past Gregory towards her carriage. Gregory eyes the weapon for a moment longer.
"What were you three doing before I woke up?" Gregory asks and Kiera's face darkens a shades.
"We moved the bodies into their homes… Agape said she would help me." She says, not meeting his gaze. Gregory places a hand on Kiera's shoulder out of sympathy, but she gives no reaction to him.
"I'm sorry. I wish there was something more I could have done." He says. The words sound plain to him, but what else can be said by the man who killed her tribe.
"You gave them a warrior's death, as I failed to do. We've prepared to send them off and I have given them all the honors of our tribe. It is all that can be done." Her voice starts to crack, and her eyes flick up to meet his, tears beginning to break through.
Gregory moves to put his arms around her, but Kiera places a hand against his breast plate. He looks down at her in surprise and her eyes flick past him before she turns away to wipe her eyes. Gregory turns to see Agape and Emeline returning and grunts lowly to himself, understanding her behavior. He does not know how to feel about this ocelomeh affection code, but quickly reminds himself that there is no reason for him to be miffed over it. Kiera and he are not lovers, he merely helped her in a time of need, nothing more.
"Kiera," Agape says as she comes closer to them, "I'm ready if you are." Kiera meets Agape's eyes for a moment before nodding slowly. Agape gives a light nod before stepping toward away from them again.
Kiera, Gregory, and Emeline watch as Agape raises her hands above her head, as if she were raising something towards the sky. After a second, a spark ignites a ball of fire between her palms. She then lowers the flame slowly till it is just in front of her face. Softly, she blows at the flame as if she is blowing out a candle. The flame flickers slowly before leaving her hands, the flame slowly drifting towards the huts of Kiera's village. The flame then begins to divide into smaller balls a flame, each one going towards an individual hut. The flames disappear into the doorways of each hut and one by one, the huts are lit aflame from inside.
"May you find love and peace," Agape says in soft prayer. Gregory bows his head respectfully. He cracks one eye to stare look at Kiera, but he cannot see her face from where he stands. He cannot imagen her grief; Gregory has lost friends in battles over his career as a lawbringer, had laid many good people to rest, some he would even consider family. But for Kiera, this is the only family she has ever known, the people she was raised with, the ones she was meant to lead. His heart aches for her.
The four stand for a few moments longer, watching the huts burn in silence. Kiera is the first to speak. "That's enough," she says. "The time for mourning has passed. Now, it is time for redemption." She turns towards Gregory and Agape, her amber eyes burning. "Let us go." Gregory nods as Agape leads her and Emeline to the carriage while Gregory goes to his horse. Putting on his helmet, Gregory follows the carriage out of the village and into the forest. He does not comment how surprised he is that the carriage can so easily weave through the forest, winding around trees and brush with ease despite its size.
After a few hours of riding, the forest opens up into a rolling plain, Mount Ignis rising up in the distance as they make their approach. Black smoke rolls lazily into the sky from the mountains peak; several glowing streams of lava flow down the sides of the volcano, some going on for several miles from the volcano's base.
"The cave is not far from here," Kiera calls from the carriage window. Gregory raises his halberd in response as he continues to follow. They only makes it hallway across the clearing when Gregory is struck in the side with enough force to throw him out of his saddle.
Gregory yells in surprise as he hits the ground roughly, rolling and throwing up dirt as he tumbles along the ground. He comes to a stop on his back, just in time to see the carriage come to a stop as his horse rears backwards with a loud whiny. He pushes himself up with his halberd, his eyes scanning the area from behind his helmet as he searches for his attacker. It takes a moment, but he finally notices the Monster Girl hovering several feet above him, a set of large, bat-like wings flapping steadily to keep her aloft as she stares down at him with hungry eyes.
She is tall, from what Gregory can tell, with a muscular build. Her hair is brown to match the fur covering her arms and legs. Aside from her wings, her most prominent feature is the large, secular tail that is swaying back and forth as her wings beat. Gregory cannot help but watch the spiked, club-like tip as the manticore lets herself drift towards the ground.
"Damn it," Gregory hisses as his pushes himself up into a fighting stance. With a loud roar, the manticore swoops down to fly along the ground directly at him. Gregory sweeps the halberd sideways to bat her away, but she performs a sudden flip just in front of him, her club-like tail smashing into his helmet and sending him into the air. Gregory flips through the air, his halberd flying from his grasp just as the Manticore pounces on him before he even touches the ground again. He crashes into the ground with a loud grunt, pain racking him all over. It isn't until she rips his helmet off that he realizes he is being straddled by the manticore.
"Oooo," the manticore coos as she drags one of her claws down his breast plate, her face pulled into a sinister grin. "I love an older man." She lays her body over his armor so that she can stare into his eyes. "I bet you'll keep me satisfied for a long time."
"Be gone!" Another voice calls as the manticore is thrown off of Gregory. He looks up to see Kiera standing over him, her bladed club thrown over her shoulder in post swing.
Kiera watches as the manticore flips into a crouch from her attack, the manticore baring her fangs at the ocelomeh as her tail raises into the air, the poisonous barbs flared out. "Go get your own prey!" The manticore roars. Kiera responds by bringing the Macuahuitl up as she takes her fighting stance. The manticore growls lowly again before suddenly whipping her tail towards Kiera, a few of the barbs detaching and flying towards her. Kiera moves her weapon to block the attack, but only hears the sound of something striking metal in front of her.
When she moves to look, Gregory has positioned himself in front of her, his arms crosses over his face. "Gregory!" She yells in horror, afraid that the barbs had hit him. He smirks at her over his shoulder.
"Nothing get's through Legion steel," he says as he turns to look at the manticore. "I'm the shield, you're the sword; got it?"
"Yes!" Kiera calls as the two of them rush forward, Kiera staying behind Gregory. The manticore rushes forward as well, spinning as to strike Gregory with her tail. Catching the tail just behind the club-like tip, Gregory latches on with a vice grip as Kiera launches herself into the air and over Gregory, her club raised over her head. The manticore watches with an angry roar before swinging one of her wings to bat Kiera out of the air. Kiera rolls through the grass as the manticore turns on Gregory, lunging forward with her claws.
Gregory side steps her lunge so that she slips past him, spinning as he clings on to her tail. He pulls her to a stop, the sudden loss of motion jarring the manticore for a brief moment. Taking advantage, Gregory releases the tail and closes the distance, throwing his arms up under the manticore's and pressing himself against her back, pinning her wings. The manticore gives a roar in protest but cannot react as Kiera comes into view with her bladed club raised. With her own roar, Kiera brings the flat edge of the weapon down the manticore with a loud crack. The manticore goes limp in Gregory's arms as Kiera pulls the Macuahuitl back and re-holsters it.
Acting fast Gregory lowers the manticore down and lays her on her back and loosens his groin plate before straddling her tail and removing her loincloth. He strokes her folds with a gloved hand as he reaches for one of his purifying candies and pops it into his mouth. When he's satisfied with the moisture between the manticore's legs, he slides his erection into her.
The manticore jerks awake as Gregory's impales her to half his length. She arches her back with a loud gasp, whether from pain or pleasure, he doesn't know, but she does not try and resist as he continues to thrust against her. Her labored breathing quickly becomes moans, the manticore propping herself up so that she can look at Gregory, slowly moving so that she is leaning on her arms. She even begins to reach out to touch his face and pull him in for a kiss. Gregory leans forward to kiss the manticore, only for her to be pulled back and shoved back down completely.
Gregory's eyes go wide as Kiera is kneeling over the manticore and forcing her back down. It is only then that Gregory realize that Kiera is completely naked from the waist down.
Kiera had been watching Gregory sate the manticore the entire time. She could not help but feel jealousy build in her. She remembered the previous night, how he had pushed her farther than any man or woman had ever pushed her. It didn't take long for Kiera to start touching herself through her skirt before she finally removed it all together. When she watched the manticore lean up for a kiss, she could not stand it.
Without caring for the surprised manticore, Kiera straddles her head and forces her dripping center into the manticore's mouth. It doesn't take long for the manticore to accept Kiera's intrusion, the rogue Monster Girl's tongue darting upward to stroke Kiera's center as Gregory continues to thrust into her. She locks eyes with Gregory, her breathing ragged as she imagines herself in the manticore's place. She cannot help it. Gregory is practically a strange, and yet she feels such a connection to him, a need for him. She does not want any other Momano to have him. At least, not without her being involved as well.
Gregory cannot construct words as he watches Kiera straddle the manticore's face. This is not the first time he has seen this; he's taken on multiple Monster Girls at once in the past. But the sight of Kiera looking at him with a blushing, burning expression as the manticore pleasure's her is enough to make him drive his full length into the manticore, which he does.
The manticore gives a loud gasp in surprise, but Kiera only drives her sex further down to remind her of her place. Gregory does not hold back as he leans forward so that he can drive himself into the manticore with all his might and Kiera leans in as well. Before long, Kiera and Gregory find each other's lips. It is a soft kiss, despite their intense treatment of the manticore. The kiss deepens after a moment, their tongue's slowly sliding against one another. To Gregory's surprise, Kiera uses her tongue to steal the purifying candy from Gregory's mouth, something he can forgotten was even there. Kiera raises herself from the manticore, the winged Momano gasping for breath just as Keira covers the manticore's mouth with her own, slipping her the candy.
Gregory loses all reason as he watches Kiera continue to kiss the manticore, his thrusts becoming stronger and deeper than before. The manticore moans against Keira's lips as Gregory hammers himself into her, both their pleasures building rapidly. When Gregory finally reaches climax, he buries himself so deep that he is almost sure that he pierces the manticore's cervix. The manticore lets out a piercing moan against Keira's lips, her orgasm so intense that she passes out from the force. As Gregory and Kiera leave the unconscious manticore, Gregory cannot help but want to say something, anything to the ocelomeh chief.
"That was…well…" he starts awkwardly.
"It was good," Keira says simply. Gregory cannot help but want to laugh at her massive understatement; he would say that it was one of the best lays he has ever had with two Monster Girls, but he says nothing as the two collect their clothes. The two of them dress quickly and return to the horse and carriage.
"Kiera," Gregory starts as Kiera goes for the carriage and she turns, shaking her head.
"No," she says simply, catching him off guard. "Not yet. We have a task to settle first." The look in her eyes says she wants to talk to him, too, and he nods, understanding. She is right, the lava golem is their priority right now.
"Um…Gregory?" Kiera asks as she comes to the side of the carriage with a confused look on her face.
"Yeah?"
"Why is the carriage…rocking?" Gregory looks to the carriage and, sure enough, it is lightly swaying from one side to the other. The lawbringer does his best not to laugh as he motions for Kiera to come to his horse.
"You should probably ride with me for a bit."
After almost half an hour passes, Agape leaves the carriage with a deep blush on her face and a sharp attitude. "About time," the arachne says. "Are you ready?" Gregory nods, smirking behind his helmet. He would laugh, but he doubts the pent-up mage would appreciate his humor. Agape returns to her carriage without a word, the doors slamming shut on their own before it speeds ahead. Gregory lays his heels into the horse and gallop behind the speeding carriage as the volcano comes within view.
After another hour of riding the carriage leads Gregory and Kiera to a rocky cliff face and, shortly after, to a large opening in the rock. The carriage comes to a slow halt and Gregory follows suit. As Gregory and Kiera dismount, Agape and Emeline leave the carriage and approach them.
"This is the cave, yes?" Agape asks, her mood seeming to have improved slightly.
"Yes," Kiera says. "It will not take long for her to know we are here once we enter the cave. We must be ready." Agape looks to Gregory and he gives her a knowing nod. He reaches for his saddlebag and produces the blade of St. Romulus. The hilt and scabbard are carved to resemble the signature cross of the Order with ancient runes caved into it. Gregory draws the dagger a few inches, revealing the snow-white metal of the blade. The silence is broken by a loud hiss and Gregory looks up to see Emeline, her feline ears pinned back as she hinds behind one of Agape's legs, her hair seeming to stand on end as she glares menacingly at the blade. Gregory quickly sheathes the blade and secures it to his belt, which allows Emeline to calm down slightly.
"Very good," Agape says, satisfied with the display. "Well, one last thing before we enter." Agape raises one of her hands towards Gregory and draws a circle in the air with a chiton covered finger. The circle fills with a glowing, magic circle before it drifts to float in front of Gregory's chest. A second later, the circle expands to cover every inch of Gregory's armor in a light blue haze. "That will keep you from baking inside that armor," Agape explains. "However, it won't protect you from fire or lava, so be on your guard."
Nodding, Gregory steps past her to lead the way into the cave. The cave opening is massive, standing open at almost three stories. After walking almost twenty feet into the cave, the group does not bother with producing torches or magic for light as the cave opens up into several volcanic chambers, each one filled with the glow from the molten magma flowing below and around them.
"Not much farther," Kiera says, her voice muffled as she covers her mouth and nose with her hand, the smell of sulfur wreaking havoc on her senses as they traverse the caverns. Agape and Emeline are doing the same as their own sense of smell is just as sharp as the ocelomeh's.
As they reach the next chamber, they follow a narrow, stone bridge just as a tremor ruptures through the cavern. The group drops to their knees as they brace, watching as debris and stalactites fall into the churning magma below, sending up bursts of flame and molten rock.
"She's coming!" Kiera shouts as they tremor comes to stop. Gregory bolts to his feet, his halberd raised and pointing forward. Kiera draws her Macuahuitl and stands ready at Gregory's back as Agape and Emeline take defensive positions behind them. There is nothing but silence for several moments until Gregory hears something moving below them.
It is then that Gregory sees it, a large object moving through the magma below them, the molten rock churning like the waves of a fiery sea. The magma then stretches upward like a massive, slime-like appendage as it reaches for the bridge. It slithers into a large, bulbous mass of burning sludge that begins to slowly writhe and take form. The lava golem's head and hair are first to form: soft, round features in grey set off by hair that ripples with red and black. Her shoulders and breasts come next, followed by her arms and torso, everything from the waist down remains a mass of rippling lava. She stands taller than Gregory, curvy in build with large breasts. When she opens her eyes, they burn with a dark, violet glow as they fixate on Gregory immediately.
"Oooh my!" the lava golem chimes in deep, seductive voice as her hands rise to cup her breasts provocatively. "Those kittens out did themselves this time. Hopefully you won't burn up like the last ones did." Gregory points his halberd at her before answering.
"I am Gregory of Lescatie, lawbringer for the Iron Legion! You are responsible for the deaths of innocent people and shall face judgment!" Gregory's voice echoes off the walls of the cavern. The lava golem coos again in response.
"I love a man in uniform," she says licking her lips. "Perhaps I'll keep you, you seem one of a kind.
"You'll do nothing with him!" Kiera yells from behind Gregory. The lava golem gives a confused look as she peers around Gregory to see the ocelomeh.
"Ah!" the lava golem sighs, her face changing back to the lustful stare. "There's my favorite kitty! Good job on this one, honey. I might let you have a go with him, after I'm done." The lava golem thrusts one of arms forward, a tendril of lava spewing toward Gregory.
Remembering Agape's warning, Gregory moves to dodge the attack but quickly remembers the others behind him and instead brings his arms up in front of him and braces. To his surprise, a piecing scream echoes through the cavern and drops his arms to see Kiera standing in front of him, her club pressed to the ground in front of her where the molten tendril lays in two pieces.
The lava golem retracts her tendril quickly, the lava reforming back into her hand as she clutches at it in pain. When she looks up, her eyes glow even brighter as her face shifts to a dark glare. "I see," she says as lava begins to surge over her torso and shoulders. "If you want a cat fight," the lava grows black as it hardens into a rough, jagged armor that covers everything save for her head. "Then you'll get a cat fight." The golem extends another tendril from one of her encrusted hands, the tendril covering itself in the same stone armor as her body before breaking off into a long, spiked club. Without warning, the golem surges forward with her makeshift weapon held high, her lower body like a wave of magma.
Gregory and Kiera rush forward to meet her assault Gregory blocks the first strike from the golem's club, the force almost driving him to his knees. However, it leaves her open for Kiera to attack with her own club. Kiera brings the Macuahuitl down on the golem's arm, the crystal blades cutting into jagged armor with difficulty but succeed in leaving her with a burning, dripping wound. The golem lurches back in pain and Gregory draws back to ram his halberd into the golem's stomach. The tip finds its mark, but only manages to scratch the surface.
"Damn it!" Gregory exclaims as he draws back from his attack, the golem's club swinging around in a wide arch. She raises the club again to strike Gregory as a bolt of blue energy strikes her in the chest. Gregory turns to see Agape conjuring another attack as the golem screams in pain from the first blast, steam rising from the impact point.
"Not. Fair!" the golem cries as she spins in place with her club extended. As Kiera and Gregory duck the attack, Emeline rushes forward as a cloud of smoke and surrounds the golem's head to blind her. The golem twists and bats at the smoke in a useless attempt to disperse it.
Kiera takes the moment to attack again, her club sawing into the golem's side, sending up a turret of molten drops. The golem cries out again before leaning over to spew flames at Kiera, the flames causing Emeline to quickly drift away and reform at Agape's side. The golem's eyes burn violet as Keira manages to dodge the flames, but the golem pursues her further with the club.
Gregory charges forward, his halberd drawn back to swing in a wide arch as he closes the distance. Agape's next blast of magic stuns the golem long enough for Gregory bring the halberd around, driving the ax blade into the same wound that Kiera had just created. With a loud roar of pain, the golem suddenly swings her club and strikes Gregory square in the chest, his halberd slipping from his grasp as the force leaves a large dent in his breast plate and sends him flying back.
Time slows down as Gregory watches the bridge drift away from him, the magma churning below him as he starts to drift downward. He sees Kiera, watching him with terrified eyes as he starts to fall. However, to his complete surprise, he feels a sudden tug as he is then lifted to smash into the wall of the cavern before swinging forward again.
Completely bewildered as he swings and twirls in midair, Gregory manages to see Agape struggling as she seems to be pulling against something from the ceiling. Webs! Gregory yells inwardly as an idea forms. As he swings back towards the bridge, he reaches up to grab hold of the almost invisible webs with one hand while the other reaches for the blade of St. Romulus. When Gregory drifts back towards the cavern wall, he braces with his feet before pushing himself off so that he can run along the wall.
His breathing labored, forces himself forward with one powerful step after another until he feels the webs begin to pull him away from the wall. Putting all his strength into one last kick, Gregory launches himself into a wide arch as he swings around to approach the golem from behind. He sees Kiera continuing the fight, dodging and parrying the golem's attacks as he comes in for the kill. Poised to strike, Gregory slames into the golem's back as he drives the sacred blade into the open wound on her hip.
The reaction is almost immediate as Gregory latches onto the golem's back. She cries out in pain as her club begins to spin her club uncontrollably, the weapon ripping through Agape's webs that held Gregory.
From the wound, a bright light begins to shine and spread under the golem's armor, every crack emitting a beam of purifying light. It spreads under her armor completely until it even reaches her face; white, glowing veins snaking their way under her ashen skin. Soon, the glow beings to fill her eyes and even emits from her mouth. In one last, piercing cry, the lava golem bursts in a shower of volcanic rock and ash.
The force knocks Kiera and others onto their backs while Gregory is sent over the edge of the bridge, again. He drives the blade into the stone bridge and manages to anchor himself as he hangs over the magma once more. He pulls himself up so that his arms are draped over the bridge's surface, but the dusting of ash from the golem makes it slippery. For a moment, he fears that he will fall only for Kiera to appear and grab under one of his arms. Agape and Emeline appear next, Agape grabbing his other arm while Emeline takes her smoke form and attempts to lift him up by the waist. Their combined effort manages to bring Gregory up to drape himself across the bridge.
Kiera and Agape collapse beside him, Emeline taking on her cat-girl form to do the same at her mistress' side. With labored breath, Gregory forces his helmet off and looks down at the exhausted Monster Girls at his sides.
"That…was…too close." He breathes heavily. Kiera reaches up and pats at the large dent in his breast plate.
"Yes…it was," she says, pulling herself up to look at him. "But…This," she begins, taking Gregory's face in her hands as he looks at her in confusion. "Is just in time." Without another word, Kiera forces her lips against Gregory's in a hungry kiss that surprises Gregory, Agape and Emeline.
After returning to Dawnspur,
The group was met with the roaring crowd of townspeople. For her own safety, Kiera stayed on the carriage as Gregory and Agape met with the Mayor. Agape did not get far in the conversation as the Mayor's son came running from the crowd and capturing Agape in a needy kiss, earning more cheers from the townspeople.
The Mayor rewarded both Agape and Gregory handsomely for their achievement, but neither one of them could be found that evening when the rest of the town was celebrating. Instead, Agape allowed Gregory and Kiera to rest in her home while Agape and Emeline went straight for the Mayor's house with his son. That night, the group indulged in every sexual pleasure at their disposal.
The following morning, Agape helped Kiera sneak out of the town while Gregory said his farewells to the Mayor and the townspeople. After saying goodbye to Agape and Emeline, Gregory set off down the road to meet up with Kiera before setting off towards Ironback Keep.
Six Months Later…
"I don' know nuttin'," the scrappy rogue says as he glares up at Gregory. If this were any other day, he would snap the dirty, dim witted man in half and be on his way. However, the man before him has information on a group of bandits that has been hiding out in the city slums of late. It is the only reason that Gregory pulled him into a deserted alley instead of a public beating. Gregory has been taught many interrogation techniques in his time as a law bringer, but he has recently found the most effective method.
"Very well," Gregory says, taking a step away from the rogue. The rogue watches curiously as Gregory lets out a high whistle that echoes through the alley. At the opposite end, a hooded figure approaches. The rogue notices immediately that the newcomer is a Monster Girl, her pawed feet and speckled tail give her away. She is dressed in an odd collection of leather, hide and chainmail armor and carries a large club on her back. "If you won't talk for me, perhaps you will for her."
The rogue's face splits in a nasty smile. "Now tha's more like it! I'll say whatevah you wants if she sucks me- Ah!" the rogue's words are cut short as Kiera draws her bladed club and drives the flattened tip into the stone wall the rogue is leaning against. Her amber eyes pierce him with the ferocity of a beast as her lips pull back in a wicked smile to flash her fangs.
"Talk," Kiera hisses, "or better yet, don't. I get to have more fun that way." The rogue's entire body goes stiff, fear paralyzing him. Kiera then rotates the club with a flick so that the blades are right next to the rogue's temples.
"A'right…A'right I'll talk. Whats you wan' to know?"
Three hours later…
Kiera rolls lazily off of Gregory, the both of them drenched in sweat from their sixth round in bed. The ocelomeh curls up next to Gregory and he puts his arm around her shoulders, letting out a satisfied sigh at the feel of her against him.
After returning to Ironback Keep, Gregory motioned for Kiera to become a mercenary for the Iron Legion and his partner on the job. Since then, the two have been traveling the Legion's territory enforcing the law during the day and shattering headboards by night. Their current bed had already collapsed from their passionate love-making. It was good that Gregory had paid for any damages in advance as they checked into the inn.
"Gregory," the lawbringer looks down to meet Kiera's caramel gaze.
"Yes?"
"Does this life truly make you happy?" she asks in a sincere tone. He arches a concerned brow.
"Of course. Why do you ask?" Kiera crawls up Gregory's chest so that she is almost nose to nose with him.
"I was thinking about my tribe. We were always together, our roots firmly planted in our lands. Till we were forced to move, that was. But you," she rests her chin on his chest. "You are always on the move. We are always on the move. Does it not get to you at times?"
Gregory raises a hand up to stroke the backside of one of her ears, something he found she loves for him to do. "Not at all. When I was in the orphanage, I wasn't aloud to go anywhere unless the nuns said that I could. As a lawbringer, I'm free to roam wherever I please, unless I'm given a specific assignment." Kiera nods at his explanation.
"I understand," she sighs. "I just…its been so different…this time with you. It feels like I'm a whole new person." Kiera lays her head on Gregory's chest, the sound of his heartbeat calming to her.
"That's not necessarily a bad thing," Gregory says, moving his hand down to stroke her hair.
"Perhaps not…it just…it feels so strange to not have a home. I don't see how you handle it."
"I do have a home," Gregory says simply. Kiera raises her hand to look at him again with a confused brow raised. "Anywhere with you curled up next to me is home. Doesn't matter where we are." A full heartbeat passes as Kiera stares at him silently before shoving her lips against his. The two kiss furiously, her passion igniting his lust once again as his member hardens for a seventh round.
Hello Everyone! I'm gonna level with you all, this past mouth has been a right mess for me. It has been one bombshell after the next and I am just now finding time to finish this chapter. It has been one hell of ride but I'm happy that this is done and I can move on to the next hero. Now, speaking of moving on, I have a small announcement for the next chapter, I am going to be switching the order a little for the next two heroes. It would be Centurion next, but I have decided to start the Gladiator's story instead and will do the Centurion story afterwards. Reasons for this, I have had a very clear idea of what I wanted to do with the Gladiator's story since the beginning, while Centurion's story is still very much up in the air right now. I'm not fully sure where I want his story to go or even which Monster Girl I want to put him with. If anyone has ideas or suggestions, please leave them in the comments. I would greatly appreciate them. As for the next chapter, I plan to start it this weekend and will hopefully have the first part up Sunday. Do NOT hold me to that. Thank you all and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.