/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

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>>158178

I only just discovered this story and I'm already a fan, Anon. You've got a real deft hand at this kind of smut. Maggie a best.

>>158178

>You and your wife quickly exit from Perri's cave home, to enjoy some fresh air, and pretend the last few minutes never happened.

>Upon walking through the over sized entrance, you hear the rushing waterfall and feel it's fine cool mist kissing your face.

>Entranced by the beautiful feat of nature, Magdalene quietly grasps your hand as you walk out of the cavern and out into the beautiful valley.

>Both of you stroll leisurely along the river, listening to the gentle babble of running water as the bird sing. Several minutes of walking later, you both stumble upon a gigantic shady tree, far from the cyclop's home, one of many that dot this fertile valley.

>"It's kind of like our spot back near Duskbreach, isn't it?" Magdalene leans against you, "Why don't we relax here?" she points over to the massive tree's gnarled trunk.

>You nod and sit down still holding Maggie's hand, leaning against the trunk into a comfortable posture. She soon follows, snuggling up against you as she get's comfortable. She places a hand on your chest as she rests her head against the crook of your shoulder, sighing dreamily.

>"So much has happened, hasn't it." You say in a low calm voice, trying not to ruin the serenity.

>"Yeah…" she says with a tinge of regret, "You've lost so much… do you regret meeting me?" She glances up at you, but can't meet your eyes when you look at her.

>"Never" you say without hesitation. "I don't blame you for anything that happened, it's not your fault my old world went mad… well, it had always been mad, I simply couldn't to see it that way…" you sigh deeply.

>She begins gripping hard onto you, "B-but-"

>You put your finger on her lips and gently shush her. When you see she's gone quiet, you gently stroke her shining black hair. This really takes you back, even though it wasn't even that long ago, it feel like years apart.

>"Honey?" Magdalene whispers softly.

>"Mhmm?"

>"Do you think I'm beautiful?" She says with a somewhat sad tone.

>"You're the most beautiful creature I have ever set eyes on." You say assuredly.

>She looks down, "Even after seeing all those other monsters? With their more developed and womanly bodies?" Her voice dripping with sorrowful envy.

>"Honey, I told you back when we met Gwen, remember? I married you for you." You say in a soft but firm voice.

>"But what abou-"

>"Shhh, honey… just relax… you're my entire world right now, and it breaks my heart when my world doesn't feel confident in how much I love her…" You breathe in and slowly hum a single low note softly as you run your fingers slowly through her hair. "You mean so much to me, Magdalene…"

>Your wife closes her eyes, enjoying your loving pets. Part way through your caress, you press your open hand firmly against Magdalene' cheek, and carefully turn her head towards you, leaning over and kissing her lips.

>Everything melts away, leaving only the feeling of both of your lips pressed against each other's. You both take it slow, only occasionally parting your lips to let your tongues meet ever so slightly, before retreating them back. It isn't brash or spirited, but your passion for each other burns brighter than ever.

>You both shift your bodies around so you can wrap your arms around each other as tightly as you can. Your legs intertwine together as you attempt to be as close as possible, pressing up as much of yourself as you can into the other.

>All too soon you feel the need to breathe that your nose alone simply cannot supply. Your lips separate, slowly sticking together before finally pulling apart, you both gasp for air, "I'll always love you, honey. Forever and ever, just like I promised." You press your lips together again, enjoying your union until that damned breathing thing rears it's head again.

>As you pull apart, you can see Magdalene's eyes welling up with tears, "Forever and ever?" she asks and a shaking voice.

>"Longer than that." You smile, before freeing a hand from your grip around your beloved, and holding her soft moistened cheek. You both press each other's foreheads together gently, looking into each other's eyes as closely as you can manage. Cheek splitting smiles cut across both of your faces, as you're both in the company of your soul mate.

>You tenderly brush a lock of hair away from your wife's face before you kiss once more. You slide your free hand behind Magdalene's head, and press her against your lips as firmly as possible, a small squeal escapes into your lips.

>>158206

>"Forever and ever?"

FOREVER EVER

maggie best waifu

becky a cute

anonson a gud

writefag plz more

plz

polite sage even though not cyoa

So is Maggie cuckqueen?

>>158188

Thank you for the kind words, they really mean a lot.

>>158296

I made the OP late last night, so I fell asleep soon after, sorry.

>>158301

Maggie wouldn't react well if her husband slept around without her. She tries to make sure her and Anonson are always touching in some way if they're with another woman.

>>158206

>Your impassioned kiss is interrupted by a nagging feeling in the back of your head. "…Honey, why do you insist we sleep with other women? You always seem to feel self conscious about it before or afterward."

>Magdalene drops her head down to your chest, "I-I just felt bad for them, I saw myself in them. You know I was still a virgin when I met you… well so were you but… your culture is so much more conservative than ours." She sighs, "In monster culture, sex is literally our lifeblood. Human stock shortages mean many monsters go 'hungry', and most humans are dedicated to milking for retail seed. There are some that own human men for private use, and a few that rent them out for 'private sessions', mostly bicorns in the noble and wealthy merchantry class, but those sessions are expensive."

>Your wife looks into your eyes, "I actually thought I was never going to find a man without buying one… and even if I ever could afford one, why would I marry in that way? That wouldn't be love… I feel so lucky to have you. Which is why I see myself in the women we've met, and couldn't help but want to share you. You make me so happy, and… they didn't deserve that loneliness I went through."

>She holds on to you tighter, "After losing her husband, Gwen had been alone for so long, she let a couple of potentially dangerous people into her home. And Perri? Even among monsters, cyclops are social pariahs, most people are extremely put off by their eye, and her short stature wouldn't help either. It's no surprise why she's alone."

>She smirks mischievously at you, "I thought Perri was kind of cute though, she had a really nice butt, I was pretty jealous of it."

>You laugh warmly, "Yeah but, it sounds to me they have more reason to be jealous of YOU. Out of all the girl in this world, I chose you didn't I?" You feel a bit self absorbed saying that, but Magdalene seems to find it amusing. "Besides, I couldn't make love to them like I do with you."

>"MMM!?-" Is all your wife can say as you roll over on to of her and pin her down, tongue violating her lips assertively. Maggie's muffled shout gives way to an aroused moan into your lips, tickling them.

>You're firmly gripping onto her upper arms, ensuring she stays exactly where you want her. Magdalene desperately struggles to move them, but settles bending her forearms up to softly hold onto your arms.

>You pull away to catch your breath for a moment, and see her staring up at you with a coy smile. Having your attention, she continues to struggle meekly against your grip, her face growing red as she wriggles around. ""O-oh no… a big strong knight has captured me! P-please don't hurt me mighty warrior, I'll do anything!"

>>158333

>Her silly performance is making you grin stupidly, but you play along, making your voice as authoritative as possible, "Your tricks will not work on me, foul beast! I will purge you to your very core with my mighty hammer!" You have trouble not giggling at yourself as you unfasten your leggings, freeing yourself from your now restrictive garments.

>You free one of her arms to lift her skirt up, revealing he smooth nether lips. "I will purify you with my holy seed, demon!" You lift her dress up higher to reveal her tight smooth tummy, and begin nibbling on it. You feel your wife lift her legs up, and gently wrap around your waist.

>"N-nooo! Haha ha! That tickles! Stoooop!!! HahaAHHHH!!~" In a smooth motion you lean over and tenderly give her neck love bites, as you smoothly slide your 'hammer' inside of her.

>You slowly thrust in and out of her, enjoying every ridge and bump of your parts interlocking with each others. It felt like you were made for one another, they fit just perfectly. You lift your head up and look at your wife's face, her mouth open into a wide open smile, her beautiful giggling interspersed with ecstatic moans is music to you. Your own cheeks are almost straining to contain your own smile. Everything is perfect right now, you wish it would last forever.

>You decide to change things up a bit, you scoop your hands under her back and roll both of you over until Magdalene is on top, "The tables have turned! Hehe… the devious demon is much more powerful than I thought! I am helpless to her powerful charms!" Trying to hide your amusement at your own terrible acting.

>Maggie looks a bit incredulous but smirks shrewdly as she begins to ride you slowly. "Do not worry pet… your punishment will be… haaah… pleasurable… if you just… accept it… haaaah…" Your wife's breathing is shallow, she struggles to keep her breath between words.

>You lie there and enjoy your wife taking charge for a bit, but you grow restless. You slowly grab onto your wife's hips, caressing them and her firm cheeks as she undulates onto your manhood. When she begins closing her eyes, losing herself, you begin pulling her down, impaling her onto your shaft while thrusting your hips upwards to meet her cervix halfway.

>"EEEK!" Maggie's eyes rip open at the surprise forceful intrusion, and nearly loses her balance, but you keep her steady. "The knight… AAH!!… still has… OOOH!!… some fight… MMMM!!… in him… I… AHN!!… submit!"

>You steel yourself and sit up, Magdalene still penetrated. You grip onto her butt and her back to keep her suspended onto your cock. She wraps her legs tightly around you, keeping her firmly planted in place. You walk over to the old tree's trunk, and press her against the gnarled bark, giving you support as you slowly begin thrusting into her again.

>"…Please!… AH!… Mercy!!, MMM!!, I'll do- AHH!!!, ANYTHINGNNMMMMM!!!!" She's becoming lost in herself as you quicken your pace, and struggles to continue her play. Her every limb clings to you for dear life as your assault on her pussy becomes more aggressive and merciless. You feel her nails grip into your back, "NNNNNNGGGGAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Her grit teeth give way to a suppressed scream. You feel her walls clench down onto you, milking your own orgasm out.

>Lost in passion, you close your lips onto your wife's, muffling her babbling exclamations. As she feels your lips, she reflexively begins kissing you desperately, seeking relief from the powerful orgasm rocking her body as it spasms and shakes in your arms. Her lashing tongue and writhing lips begin slowing down as the climax passes, freeing them to let you take a breath from your efforts.

>As you both come down off your high, you slowly squat down, and lie your back onto the soft green grass, defeated, Magdalene weakly crawling on top of you, resting her head in the crook of your shoulder. "I… accept… your… surrender… Knight…" She gives you a weak smile, that you happily return before you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

>>158334

>The chirping of crickets joining the river's voice brings you back to consciousness. You slowly open your eyes and see your wife sleeping soundly beside you, snoring in an adorably girly pitch. It's dark out now, but your attention is piqued when you see a small glow illuminate Magdalene's face for but a second.

>Careful as to not disturb your partner's slumber, you slowly turn your head, look up into the boughs of the ancient tree towering over you. You see silent insects flying about in and out of the tree, each glowing for but a second before dimming away. It looks as if the stars in the sky are surrounding you as they are birthed into existence and all too suddenly die away. It gives you a strange feeling of nostalgic melancholy you can't quite explain.

>Regardless of the feeling it gives you, the sight is breath taking and you gently wake your wife up so she can enjoy it with you. "Honey, wake up… look at this!"

>Your wife wriggles a bit, her tail whipping about annoyed, "…No mom… I don't want to be tutored today… five more minutes…" She says in a sleepy mumble, turning away from you.

>With her back turned to you, her weakness is exposed. Taking advantage of this you nibble on her ear lobes, licking the pointed tips slowly before biting into them. Her ears slowly become wet by your kissing, you breathe gently, "Honeyyyyy~" You whisper playfully, your breath tickling her moistened sensitive ears. You wife shivers from the gentle stimulation and slowly stirs.

>She presses her butt against your crotch, "Why are you teasing me so much? I'm still sensitive from last time…"

>Ignoring her sexual appetite for the moment, you motion for her to lie on her back, "Look up into the branches"

>Magdalene lazily turns over, and her eyes widen, "Wow… this is beautiful!" You lie on your back next to her and hold her hand. "It's like we're up among the stars…" She says with wonder.

>You both remain silent and stare up at the 'stars' surrounding you, listening to the gentle wilderness around you.

>As you lie there quietly, you come to realize you and your wife haven't had enough time alone like this. You begin to become slightly apprehensive. Would it ever be possible to settle down and live a quiet life with your wife in this mad world? Would you ever be able to have a child without fear of PaIadins finding you and taking that away from you? Or lust crazy monsters trying to drag you away from your family to turn you into a sex slave for the rest of your days?

>You begin wondering if going to Ebonthorn Crag is really a good idea if humans are treated like livestock. You would definitely be safer from the Holy Guard there, but would you really be happy living with no rights at all? You know Magdalene would treat you right, but…

>Maybe Perri would let you live in this valley? You could make a small cottage on the far side of it, maybe become her apprentice…? But you can see her visiting both of you frequently for more than to just borrow a cup of sugar. As nice as she is, you really prefer if you and your wife stayed monogamous, and living near Perri would get awkward fast.

>You could set her up with Kenneth so she would leave you alone, but he really didn't seem able to get over her eye…

>This train of thought isn't bringing you any comfort, and is only bringing up more uncertainty for your future. You want to enjoy this moment you have now, so you look over at your wife's smiling face, who turns to meet your gaze. Both of you lean in for a chaste kiss before returning to enjoying the light show.

>>158271

I'm dreading the armor post.

Also I feel like there's been a lot of sex, I hope I haven't alienated people who came here for the proper story I had in the beginning.

Also I know my audience will pretty much be people who KNOW what monster girl is what, but have my descriptions of new monsters been outsider friendly?

>>158348

>An annoying rumble of your nagging stomach sours the serene experience. You groan to yourself quietly.

>"What's wrong sweetheart?" She pauses as you hear a small grumble from her as well. "Oh."

>You suddenly hear a small flapping in the distance. You both look over and see Becky flying towards you, a basket in her talons. "Hey big brutheeeer!" She shouts out before dropping the basket onto the ground near you and landing a few feet away. "Kiki made dinner! I thought big bruther and Maggie would be hungry. You two were gone for so long… I missed you…" The young crow girl gives you a melodramatic stare.

>You sit up onto the ground and pat the grass between you and Magdalene, "Well why don't you sit with us sweetie? We would love to eat with you."

>"Yay!" Becky folds her wings up and trots over between you before sitting down. She wraps her wings around you and clings to your side. "Hurry up! I'm so hungry!"

>"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying!" You chuckle, reaching for the basket. You open it and see several sandwiches inside. Grabbing one, you hand it to Becky, holding it still until she manages to grasp it in her wing's appendages.

>Magdalene has gotten up too, and ruffles Becky's hair. "Hey Becky, nice of you to join us! Have you been a good girl for Kenneth and Kiki?" She asks as you hand a sandwich to her.

>Becky smiles widely, "Uh huh! Kenny and Kiki read me a story after I tried to read it but couldn't!"

>You break out in a cold sweat, "W-what story is that sweetie?"

>"Square and the Succ… Sucky… Secu…" Becky stammers to pronounce the word.

>"S-Succubus…" You pronounce it for her.

>"Yah that!" Becky takes a bit of the sandwich, scrunching her face up. "Bleh! Whats all this icky stuff in the way?" She shakes the sandwich, all the meat, veggies and cheese sliding out and falling out onto the ground leaving only the slices of bread. Guess the ants will have dinner now. Becky takes a bite of the bread sandwich happily, "That's much better!" You wish she offered you the meat before throwing it to the ground…

>Magdalene swallows a bite of the sandwich, "Why don't you tell us the story sweetie." Why is everyone trying to corrupt your sweet avian child? Why?

>Becky breathes in deeply, "Once upon a time, a young human boy met a pretty secu… sucky… a pretty monster lady! The other humans didn't like this very much, so the boy had to keep their love a secret."

>She continues the story in this manner, and Kenneth and Kiki must have cleaned up the story for her since the lewdest it got was kissing. Kenneth in the story apparently defeated one thousand members of the Holy Guard by himself, and managed to save his wife Edith from the top of Duskbreach Tower. This would have made you sadder if Becky wasn't here, her innocence always cheered you up. The story seemed to end once we all left human territory, when we barely even started our journey, really.

>"…and they all lived happily ever after!" If only your journey was that simple…. Becky eats the last piece of her bread, Magdalene then brushes the crumbs off her face and wings, making her giggle, "Stoooop! That tickles!"

>"Oh? Then what about this!" Magdalene pounces onto your little sister and begins ticking her sides, making her struggle around on her back, trying to break free. "Nooooooo!" Becky shrieks, "Big bruther! Maggies being mean!" She says between her laughing fits.

>Your wife is laughing with her, "Look out! The Tickle Demon is gonna eatcha up!" before pulling Becky's overalls aside and blowing on her tummy, making a loud flatulent noise. Becky flails her limbs about, her scary sharp talons slicing through the air menacingly. Her screaming laughs echo through out the valley "Big bruther save me from the Tickle Demon!!!"

>>158452

I think they've been pretty outsider-friendly, yeah.

>>158452

>"Begone vile ticklespawn!" You shout in an exaggeratedly heroic voice, walking over to the two girls. You grab Magdalene's waist and carefully 'throw' her off of Becky and into the grass, "There is only one way to exorcise a demon this powerful, little sister."

>"How's that big bruther?" she says staring up at you inquisitively.

>"MORE TICKLES!" You begin running your fingers up Maggie's waist and up into her armpits.

>"Honey NO STOOOOOP!! AAAAA!" She says bursting into laughter, tears begin to stream down her face.

>You look over to Becky as you work, "Sister in arms, I need your help vanquishing the vile fiend!"

>The little crow girl looks up at you with a mock serious expression on her face, "Yes sir, big bruther sir!" Saluting with her wing before running over to where Magdalene is on the ground and wiggling her wing's feathers over her. You don't really think it's doing much but it's still cute.

>Your wife begins showing signs of fatigue from your relentless double sided tickle assault and you decide to let up, Becky still flapping her wings on her. Although it's more just giving her a light breeze at this point. "Okay sweetheart, that's enough. Maggie's tired."

>"I'm… not tired…" Magdalene says between labored breaths, "…okay… maybe I am…"

>You pick your wife up in your arms and begin walking back to Perri's cave. "It's getting late, lets go back inside honey. Little sister, would you mine bringing the basket with you?"

>"Sure thing big bruther!" Becky flies up slightly, grabbing the basket in her talons before taking off towards your destination.

>"You don't HAVE to carry me all the way back you know, tickling doesn't take THAT much out of me." Your wife huffs, crossing her arms.

>"I know, but I like holding you like this." You say bluntly.

>"Y-you do? Why?" Your wife smiles coyly.

>"If you don't like it, I can always carry you like this." You sling her over your shoulder, her head draped behind you as you carry her in one arm. "Hey you're right, this way is better." You slap her butt a few times with your free hand.

>"That's not what I meant you ass!" She beats your back a few times before you sling her back into the wedding carry she was in before.

>You give her a small kiss, "Sorry honey."

>She looks into your eyes, "I forgive you."

>You eventually make your way back to the cave and go back inside the blacksmith's house, where Kenneth, Kiki, and Becky are waiting.

>Kiki greets you as you enter, "Good evening Master Anonson, Lady Kiki. I hope you found your stroll enjoyable."

>Kenneth is sitting on the table by the fire pit, he looks over and raises his half full mug, "Aw why ya gotta ask that Kiki? You KNOW they enjoyed it. Why else would someone take a 'stroll' for six hours?" his voice slurred as he laughs raucously at his own joke.

>"I apologize for Master Kenneth's behavior, he's been drinking nonstop since you left." Kiki whispers to you in a low tone.

>>158320

Cuckquean doesn't have to be the husband having sex with other women while his wife's absent. Many compersive cuckqueans love being involved during the act, touching their husband, kissing him, propping the other girl up, etc. From what we've seen and from the explanation in >>158333 Maggie has minor 'queany tendencies but it's hair-splitting to a degree you need not worry about writefag, keep writing her how you are, she's perfect.

>>158523

>"Y-yeah… he usually gets this way when he has access to booze… I'm sorry you had to put up with this Kiki." You whisper back.

>"HEY!" You two talkin' about me, ya do it to my face!" Hey stumbles up from his chair, struggling to keep his balance. "Or are ya tryin' ta get in Kiki's panties too? I don't blame ya she keeps em nice an clean considering how wet she gets around me."

>Kiki hides her face in her hands, clearly embarrassed.

>You walk over to Kenneth, "Ken, I think you need to stop, you've had way too much to drink."

>Kenneth sits back down, and looks down into his mug on the table deep in thought.

>"How much have you had to drink Ken?" You say with concern.

>"I-I'm sorry buddy… I was being an asshole… I just miss my wife so much." Kenneth leans his elbow on the table, sinking his head into his hand. "I lost my best friend in the whole world… Nothing could ever replace her…"

>You hear Kiki sniffle before running off into the kitchen.

>"I-I shouldn't have slept with that poor girl… I'm so sorry, champ, just… seeing you with your wife… I can't help but remember what I lost." He lifts the mug up to his lips before deciding against it. "Edith wouldn't want to see me acting this way. I need to be strong for her."

>Magdalene walks up to him, "It's okay Kenneth, we understand. Why don't you go to sleep, give Kiki some time to herself right now. You two can talk in the morning."

>Kenneth smiles at her and look over at you. "Alright, I guess I'll hit the hay then, good night you two… just keep the morning sex quiet, the hangover tomorrow is gonna be hell…" He chuckles grimly, holding his hand to his head before laying his head down onto the wooden surface, quietly waiting for sleep to take him

>"I guess we should head to bed too, it's late." Magdalene says in a low voice.

>"Should we check on Kiki to see if she's alright?" You ask.

>"Sometimes a girl just needs some time alone, Anonson. Let her clean it out of her system."

>Curious, you walk around the entrance to the kitchen, keeping your distance, and see Kiki furiously washing already clean dishes that she grabbed from the pantry. Yeesh, guess you really should leave her be for now. You walk over to the pillowed area where Magdalene and Becky are curling up together, and join them. You and Maggie sandwich Becky between you and hold each other tightly.

>"Good night honey." Magdalene say's before kissing you on the lips.

>"Good night big bruther." Becky says quietly before kissing your cheek.

>"Good night Kenneth." You shout softly.

>"Zzzzzzzzz… snrk hrrtt."

>You lie there, and have some trouble falling asleep after all that happened, but after about a half hour, you eventually drift off into a peaceful slumber.

>>158551

I want to see Kenneth get some righteous true 'JUSTICE' for his wife's memory.

>>158568

Becky already has a PhD in Cute with a Minor in Head Pat Receival

But actually Becky's mom was just a simple farmer, that's why we found Becky in a wheat field . Neither her or her family has had a formal education. That said Anonson probably won't have luck getting her to school until he's able to settle down. I supposed Magdalene being a book worm, she could tutor her though.

>>158558

How can you even bring a god to JUSTICE?

>>158604

Dodge rolling.

Any questions?

Captcha was skpfox, is this a sign? A sign for frolicking foxgirls?

>>158670

>You regain consciousness, the blanket you lay on cool and soft. The room feels pleasant. It was just a dream, thank goodness…

>You can still feel your wife in your arms, though she's a bit sweaty. But you don't care, you're just so glad she's safe.

>"I love you so much honey…" You say sleepily as you lean over and kiss her on the forehead, the salty taste of sweat touching your lips.

>A quiet coy giggle tickles your ears, "…Oh… gosh… I didn't know… my hero felt this way…"

>Huh? You open your eyes.

>Your focus comes back, a massive green eye and a small smile filling your vision, skin between them bright red.

>"YOU'RE NOT MY WIFE!" You scream as you jump up in fear.

>"…S-sorry…" Perri slowly sits up, mumbling something sadly under her breath.

>You hear Kenneth burst into laughter, before muttering "Ow" in pain repeatedly.

>It's just the blacksmith… your heart can't take all these surprises… "I'm sorry… you just surprised me is all.

>"Honey are you okay?" Your wife comes out from the kitchen, holding a plate of eggs and a bowl of hot cereal with the appropriate silverware in each one. "I brought you breakfast, you slept in for quite a while, but you looked so peaceful we didn't want to wake you."

>"O-oh… why was Perri sleeping next to me?" You ask, while grabbing the food she handed you.

>"She finished your armor while you were sleeping in. Apparently she had worked on it all night and passed out after telling us she was finished. So I carried her to the pillows, she must of rolled over next to you.

>Perri bolts upright excitedly, "That's right! Your armor and war hammer is finished!" She runs over to the door to her workshop, where a stained hardwood case stands, along with two stands covered in tarps.

>Everyone in the room turns towards her, waiting for her to present her work. Kiki is cleaning a dish in her hands, while Kenneth is nursing a beer to wean his hangover. Becky is standing on Kenneth's shoulders. You and Magdalene stand a few feet from the hidden armor and weapon, hand in hand.

>The little blacksmith looks absolutely ecstatic, her voice slightly audible now and less shy. "…The other day after Anonson, his wife and I…" her face goes red as her eye darts around nervously, "…Uh… anyways, I had a dream, my best ideas always come from them." she takes a deep breath, "I was standing on the precipice of a deep dark fissure tearing through the rock. It was then I remembered you destroying my gauntlet…" she grimaces slightly, "…As if reacting to my memory a shadow crawled from the crag before me. The shadow was formless, but began to consume other creatures, and as it ate, it slowly took the shape of a vicious hound, wreathed in fire. The fire was so hot, it melted the stone around it into dark shining obsidian. It attacked every creature around it without mercy, it's rage burning like the flames that coated it."

>She holds her tiny hands out for dramatic effect, "That's when the hellish wolf turned towards me, and began charging towards me! I couldn't run, and I knew I was no match… But suddenly a man charged out from behind me and attacked it, unarmored and with his bare hands! It was a fierce and bloody brawl, but eventually the man struck the beast down…" Perri begins staring out into space, "The man then turned and looked straight into my eye… and I don't know how to describe it but… he looked like Anonson… but his gaze itself felt as if it could kill me. His very presence warped reality into pure malevolence. He grabbed a shard of the obsidian the beast's flames had made, and began slicing into it's hide. The man tore it's pelt from it's flesh, and wrapped it around himself.

>Perri grabs onto her cheeks as they glow red, "Then… he walked towards me with those terrifying… beautiful eyes… and he smiled confidently… arms outstretched… he violently pinned me down… and in a voice that rocked me to my core… he whispered my name into my ear…"

>"Perri…"

>Her eyes are closed into a dreamy expression, hands on her warming cheeks, "…Yes… take me…"

>"PERRI!" You shout impatiently. "Snap out of it Perri! The armor! Remember?"

>She looks absolutely mortified at the realization that everyone was staring at her with surprised looks on their faces, and that she had revealed such a personal part of her dream. "…I'm… I'll just… yeah…" Her voice has gone to it's normal quiet volume and stilted speech.

Armor autists, please no bully. This is the padded jack, brigandine, whatever you want to call it, designed to be the clothing worn underneath the plate armor. I… think the style of clothing would work… and I took a few fantasy liberties… mostly with the thickness. If anyone has problems, feel free to let me know. For obvious reasons I had to work this out in my head, and couldn't actually build a replica.

>>158689

>Perri twiddles her fingers, stammering nervously as she walks over to one of the covered stands. "…Here's… the first part of the armor…"

>She slowly pulls the tarp off, her dramatic reveal tempered by her earlier embarrassment. A wooden mannequin is revealed, wearing what looks like a set of formal clothing.

>The blacksmith takes a deep breath to compose herself, "…I'll start with the brigandine…" She points to what looks like a dark crimson double breasted jacket with a high color that fastens securely onto the neck. She pulls the jacket open, "The brigandine is designed to look like formal street clothes, offering discreet protection. It's lined with high thread count arachne silk cloth for maximum comfort…" She pulls an unsewn corner of the lining cloth, "It's lined with steel scale mail, inscribed with runes that have a function I will explain later. The limbs are unarmored for better mobility, so keep that in mind." She pulls out a needle and thread and quickly sews the lining back up.

>Perri point's to the black leggings, "The legs are constructed in a similar manner, steel plate splints with unprotected joints, both pieces are also lined with an alchemically manufactured padding that softens impacts to reduce injury from blunt trauma without being excessively bulky." She begins to blush as she points to the… prominent looking crotch. "…I-It has a padded codpiece… to protect you… down there… m-moving on…!" She nervously rubs the outer layer of the inner armor, "The outer lining is a thicker weave arachne silk cloth, treated with fire retardant solutions. It won't burn up, but it won't protect you from outside heat sources."The collar is lined with steel plates as well, giving you decent neck protection."

>The smith crouches down to the feet, "The boots are silk lined, and the exterior is hardened leather, similar to mine. Yours are designed to be a bit more flexible, since your combat style favors mobility."

>She pulls the armor off the mannequin, and hands it to you, "…If you could put it on… make sure it fits… please?"

>As she hands you the padded armor, you realize how it's much heavier than it looks. You quickly strip, ignoring everyone around you and quickly slip into the armor like ordinary clothing. It's… a lot lighter once it's on, it barely feels like you're wearing anything other than normal clothing for slightly cold weather. "This feels great Perri! It's amaz- wait what are you-!"

>Before anyone can react Perry pulls out a dagger and swiftly stabs you in the stomach.

>You didn't think being stabbed would feel like being punched in the gut… you expected a cold and invasive feeling… wait.

>The wind is knocked out of you as you blast out an exhale from your lungs. You look down and see the knife barely even scuffed the outer lining.

>"…S-sorry… I didn't mean to scare you…" Perri quickly sheathes the small blade inside her apron. Everyone in the room breathes a sigh of relief.

>"Perri don't do that! Just ask next time!" Magdalene says in a frustrated tone.

>She just mumbles, "…Sorry…" before walking to the other covered stand.

>>158716

>The short cyclops walks over to the bulkier looking covered stand, and pulls it off with a little more flair, "This is probably the finest suit of armor I've ever made… I hope you like it…"

>Looking at the armor, it's a lot more… feral looking than the subdued and formal looking padded armor from before, all the steel plating is a dark grey, as if the entire thing was burnt, with carved accents etched with a darker black.

>"…Uh… plate armor is a bit tricky to put on, so could I have you help me Magdalene? Your husband will need help putting it on, so you should learn how…" Perri glances over at your wife before looking down shyly. "I'll bring the pieces over to you, describe it, then walk you through putting it on."

>"Alright!" Magdalene says with excitement, she looks like a kid at a toy store. Or you at the bake shop.

>Perri crouches down and unfastens something from the bottom, "These are the sabatons… they strap on to the arches of the foot. They're not full sabatons, since those would be too bulky for you and would make walking in mud and sand difficult, these simply cover the tops of your feet so they can't be stabbed as easily." She walks your wife through strapping it on to your boots, it's fairly simple, you're certain you could do this part on your own. The plate is thick, and has detailed carvings to look like a wolf's paw. The toe end is wider than the top, and is crowned with a row of three short curved spikes.

>The cyclops returns to the stand and removes the lower leg armor, handing it to Magdalene, "The legs are split into three pieces, first are the greaves." She helps Maggie strap both halves onto your leg, pulling the belt tightly before securing it. The front half was fairly thick, and carved with fluting that curved around to the sides of your feet, the back half was plainer and a bit thinner.

>"Now the poleyn and cuisse…" They both strap the short thigh plating onto you, it was less thick than the greaves, and only covered the outer front of your thighs. It had a very low profile and smoothed construction. "These are a bit less protective than normal cuisse, so your legs are less restricted, since you favor fighting on your feet, but another piece should remedy that."

>Perri hands you a padded piece, "This is a material similar to the under armor, it's a padded ring mail coif, so it's comfortable and safe." You slip the soft heavy hood over your head, which covers it just snug enough to fit without discomfort.

>"Before we strap the cuirass on, this goes on underneath." She hands a short ring mail haubergeon, that ends right at your belly. "This is so it will cover the joints that the brigandine doesn't while not adding too much bulk."

>The short smith pulls off three large slabs of dark steel plate from the stand, "This is the body armor, it's in three pieces, the plackart, breastplate, and backplate." She walked your wife through strapping the breast and backplate together, which fit snug against your torso. Then they strapped on the plackart, which covered your belly, overlapping flush over the breastplate. It pointed up, covering the lower half of the center of the breastplate and was thicker than the rest of the armor, no doubt to better protect your more vital organs. All three pieces had the matching flame accents carved into it. The bottom part of it had an out of place indentation. "That's to secure the next piece on to…"

>Perri pulls the next piece off, which Magdalene looks at oddly. "…Which is an armored kilt, since most of your combatants will most likely be as tall or taller than you, this should give you sufficient protection to your upper legs without sacrificing mobility."

>"Why are you trying to make my husband wear a skirt?" Magdalene says flatly.

>"Yeah! Anonson isn't a girl!" Kenneth shouts out.

>Perri get's noticeably frustrated, "…I-It's not girly! …Just put it on!" She quickly straps it onto the plackart, around you belly, with a thick belt, it's has a base of ring mail, covered loosely with black cloth. It's reinforced with long pointed slats that alternate between half length and full length of the piece, each made of plate armor spaced apart to keep the kilt flexible, each ornately carved with a flame pattern. The belt is a thick strap of leather, the front curved wider on the top side, covering more of the belly, with a sturdy but low profile buckle in the back. The wider front is adorned with a rounded steel disk. while the rest of the belt has femur bones that have been stripped clean hanging from it. Hanging from the center below the belt is a wide crimson dyed leather loin cloth that hangs below the kilt.

>>158749

>"That should protect your thighs and groin while still letting them move freely…"

>"I don't know guys, I think it looks pretty good, and it's not very restrictive… unless I had to sit down I guess, but it's not too hard to remove anyways." You say enthusiastically.

>Perri looks happy at your words, "…I knew you would understand…" she smiles widely before turning away.

>"Now the bracers." She straps the solid pieces of curved metal to your forearm, similar in construction to the grieves, somewhat thick and carved with fluting on the out side of your arm, thinner plain plating on the inside. Connected to the end were articulated couters that protected your elbows. "…Now your gauntlets." She slips a pair of soft leather gloves over your hands that have a long plate of steel with detailed flame accents carved into it, buckled to your wrist and hand. It reaches halfway up your bracers, and ends over your knuckles. Three, small, menacing curved spikes adorned the end, making your fist a painful weapon on it's own. Segments of curved steel scales armor the outside of your leather gloves.

>The shortstack blacksmith giggles excitedly, "I love making these." She talks your wife through strapping the pauldrons onto your shoulders. They were loose over your other pieces of armor, without being too in the way. They were carved into the shape of snarling wolves, at least the top halves of their jaws. Their vicious fangs were bared like they were about to kill their prey, and their ears were bent back menacingly, also serving to keep them low profile. The pauldrons had rondels attached, giving you a little more protection for your armpits, they bore waxing an waning crescent moons on them.

>"Why the moons?" Magdalene asks.

>"My dream was at night, and the moon hung large in the sky, constantly changing shifting through it's phases without moving… it was odd…" She clears her throat, "…Anyways… we're almost done…"

>She grabs an odd looking piece, "This is the bevor, it will help protect your throat…" They strap the neck armor onto you, it's shaped into a fanged bottom jaw. "This isn't functional… but it felt incomplete without it…" She pulls out what looks like the front half of a massive headless black wolf pelt, she drapes the loose front legs over your shoulders, and secures it with a chain to keep it from sliding back behind you. You didn't even know wolves got this big, it feels more like a bear…

>"There! Done! Now you really look like a true hero!" Perri says dreamily, swooning a little bit.

>"This is an impressive set of armor, but don't you think it's missing something?" Kenneth says.

>"Yeah! The whole reason I wanted him to wear armor was because he almost got his head caved in by a morning star!" Magdalene shouts.

>>158750

>The cyclops slaps her cheek, "I almost forgot!" She opens the nearby chest and pulls out the helmet and hands it to you. You carefully slide the beautifully crafted helmet onto your head, which fits over your coif securely. It's a barbute styled helmet shaped like the top half of wolf's head. It coveres all but your face, and it matched the jaw shaped bevor. It has almost horn like ears folded back threateningly on the top of the head. The eyes are encrusted with a polished sphere of obsidian in each socket, brows slanted in a malicious expression. The back of it had a dark crimson plume that looked like a really fluffy ponytail.

>Perri sees you lifting the plume, "Yeah that… was a payment from one of my… less reputable customers…" She lowers her voice impossible low, "…It's a real hellhound's tail…"

>Magdalene and Kiki look shocked, You Kenneth and Becky are just confused. "How did-?!" Magdalene is cut off.

>"I… don't ask questions… they get violent if I do… anyways, it's fireproof, but mostly for decoration. I know it's a combat hazard, so it pops off easily if it's tugged hard enough, and can be easily clicked back in."

>Perri's eyes sparkle, "NOW! For the cool part. Remember how the brigandine had runes on the scales? Well how do you feel Anonson… temperature wise?"

>"I feel… pleasantly cool actually." You say casually.

>"EXACTLY!" She says with manic excitement. "Armor is supposed to be unbearably hot this time of year! But I enchanted the brigandine with runes that regulate your suits temperature, and stores it in those enchanted obsidian pearls in the helmet!" She bounces up and down giddily, which is almost scary for the normally subdued woman. "Now, here's my favorite part. That heat energy can't build up forever right? You may not have noticed, but there's also a runic enchantment on the interior of the helmet. Get angry! Do it!"

>"But… I don't feel angry, I feel happy you made me such amazing armor!" You say warmly.

>"O-oh!" she holds her cheeks, "T-thank you… but, just try to think of something upsetting. Like you're being attacked by an enemy! Just… not as much as last time, I don't want to rebuild my living room too…"

>You nod nervously, and begin thinking when the PaIdin's attacked Christi's orphanage, getting into a combat ready stance."

FWOOSH!!!!

>Massive spurts of flames violently burst from the helmet's obsidian eyes out behind you, quickly settling on a small steady stream of fire. At the same time a steel visor slides out from the thick top part of the helmet with eye sized holes for you to see through "I-I can't really see what's happening! Am I on fire!?"

>"Whoa! Honey! You look like a hellhound!" Magdalene cheers.

>"What's a hellhound?" You become thoroughly confused, and the flames from your helmet die out, the visor quickly sliding back into the helmet.

>"…It's like the beast from my dream, but a monster. Hope you don't run in to one unless you like a shattered pelvis…" Perri warns, "I hope you like the helmet, I could afford to add that mechanical visor to the enchantment, because I made the helmet out of the last of adamantite I had… so it should never bend and jam it."

>"Perri! you had enough for an entire helmet!? Even the richest noble can barely afford enough as a small ring… You didn't have to do that…"

>"…I know… but I want you to be safe… you're my best… only friends…" She sniffles a bit, "…Besides! None of my other clients could afford it anyways… and i can always mine more." She taps the side of her nose and smiles knowingly.

>>158756

I-it's like you thought I didn't want armor that caught fire when angry!

>>158756

Honestly, as someone who knows jack fucking shit about actual armour beyond recognising some of the names, that description sounded totally cool without having any of the ridiculous bog-standard fantasy bullshit in it. It was also descriptive enough that I could actually picture how it looks in my head, which is pretty rare for me. Consider me impressed.

Rune magic and mechanical functions are fine, dude, like you said you'd already shown those in the story. Looking forwards to the warhammer now (and wondering just what kind of badass design Perri will have worked into that).

>>158756

From the armor's description I'm imagining it looks similar to Ornstein's armor from Dark Souls, but black and all burny and susceptible to facestabs and stuff.

>>158756

Description isn't bad actually, you used correct terminology and did a good job of describing what the armor looks like.

Personally I think what you did by mixing in 15th century style fluted steel and dem magics was a good idea

However it does sound a little over decorated, don't get me wrong people in History had mad bling bling for their armor and so forth, but literal black fluted steel wolf armor? It would make Anonson look like more of a bad guy than good, but it does sound pretty fucking awesome. The trick with the visor coming down and the flames spurting from the armor during rage mode is also a nice touch.

Needs a little less autism, but pretty gud. -IGN

>>158768

Perri IS a master blacksmith, she's probably the greatest in the land. Why do you think I made her a borderline autistic loner also I may have inadvertently made my own waifu…

Also to be fair, only the greaves, vambraces, and gauntlets are fluted, Though I forgot to add that in the gauntlet description everything else is more hammered and curved steel plates with ornate carvings of stylized flames. So relatively flat angled surfaces.

>It would make Anonson look like more of a bad guy than good

As opposed to the PaIadins in shining silver armor? :^)

>>158763

A little less frilled and more barbarian-esque, and you have the right idea. The armor is supposed to be ornate in carvings, shapewise it's fairly low profile to make it easier to wear indoors if need be.

>>158761

I have 8 tabs open for historical armor referencing not including the ones open on my phone. I'm afraid to close them..

Also just in general, I just found I named the thread incorrectly. It's supposed to be "Shining in the Light", like it is in the pastebin

Shining in the Darkness is a fun dungeon crawler on the Genesis

>>158770

>Only the greaves, vambraces, and gauntlets are fluted

>Flat angled surfaces

>hammered and curved steel plates with ornate carvings of stylized flames.

It would still protect the shit out of you from arrows and pikes though, just having those pieces (especially the greaves) fluted at all gives you a great defense against piercing and smashing attacks, so close enough

Good point about the Paladindus though, they're kind of being fucked over by a false god, poor ignorant manlets..

Also, I was drawing on what I'm well versed in, and the way you described the armor reminded me of the early styles of Italian fluted steel sets, cause at the time Pikes and Crossbows were starting to dominate battlefields and decide entire battles.

>>158770

That armour description was pretty gud, writefag. It had enough detail that it felt more real but not so much that it went deep into autism territory. Also the flames being gathered from the wearer's body heat as a way of also cooling them down? Bloody genius.

>>158782

We should totally get a wolf mount while we're at it.

>>158840

The armor is absolutely not built for mounted combat. I guess it might be if you removed the armored kilt, but… the ass would be fairly exposed from that point, which was a common target in mounted combat.

>>158752

>Perri jumps with a start, "…Oh!… One more thing, I recast your war hammer…" She dives back into the chest again, wiggling her suspended legs about to keep herself balanced by her stomach on the edge of the container.

>She pulls out the large weapon with ease and presents it to you. "I had to give it a new haft, which I remade with wood from the ancient hardwoods found in the valley. I impregnated it with the same solution that I treated your brigandine with to make it fire proof."

>The blacksmith runs her hands along the crimson colored haft, "It's reinforced with a more effective design of iron strips, then covered with soft padded leather that's been epoxied on for a superior grip and further reinforcement."

>Perri stands the the hammer upright, "The hammer head has been reforged with the same steel, but I tinkered with the carbon content to give it the same dark color as your armor."

>You look at the hammer head and see it's shaped significantly different. from before. Instead of it's eight pointed star business end, it was instead two thick bladed crescents that crossed each other. The bladed points menaced the hammer head, making it look like a much more painful strike than before. You noticed that the bladed edge and points were a strange cyan color. The other end of the hammer was a smaller but flatter end, shaped more like a traditional hammer head. You noticed the same crescent symbol etched into the face.

>"I also rebalanced it, it should be easier to control and make quicker successive strikes, but should still retain it's deadly weight." She points to the small moon shaped counterweight on the end, slightly larger than it's original pommel.

>Perri digs her foot into the floor coyly, "…I made sure to treat it with respect, I know how much it meant to you… When I got a closer look to it, I could tell it had decades of use. Every nick, scratch and, scuff was an amazing story… I felt bad smelting it down actually…" She looks up and smiles, "…But it really was on it's last legs… it felt nice to give the old girl new life…"

>Kenneth walks over and holds on to the war hammer, "This was the Captains huh… Even though he was a captain of the Church, I think he would be proud of the job you did Perri." he looks her in the eye without recoiling.

>"…T-thank you…" She smiles widely at the praise. "And… just a small gift for you Anonson." She digs into her apron pocket and pulls out several tools, which she throws onto the ground, "…Found it! …Here…" She hands you a small silver ring, with a modest blue gem in it, it looks just like the one you engaged to Magadalene with in fact.

>"What's this for?" You turn the ring over in your fingers, inspecting it's simple construction.

>"I figured since you're going to the monster capital, you should have a matching engagement ring as your wife, just so someone is… less… likely to try and claim you."

>Magdalene laughs grimly, "Yeah… 'less' likely."

>>158876

>Everyone is a bit awkwardly silent for a moment.

>"Big bruther you look so cool!" Becky trots over to you and hugs your armored leg, resting her head against your plated kilt with a small clink. "Ow… you're so hard and clanky though…" She says in disappointment

>You reach over and ruffle her hair, chuckling warmly. "Well, I guess we should get going then… Thank you so much for everything Perri."

>"It's no problem… I had fun… a lot of fun… I should thank you…" She walks over slowly to you, looking at the floor nervously. When she's right in front of you, she reaches her hands up and clenches her fingers a couple times.

>"Oh! okay." You crouch down and pick Perri up, giving her a big hug. You imagine the armor isn't making it very comfortable, but she doesn't seem to mind at all.

>Perri smiles warmly and sighs, "…Promise… you and your wife… will visit me again…" She rests her head against your breastplate, "…We can have a nice dinner… or make nails… mine coal… stuff friends do…"

>You pat Perri's head, "Dinner sounds nice."

Magdalene joins in for a group hug, squeezing her between both of you before pulling away, " You gently set her back down on the ground. "Don't worry, we'll see each other again soon, I promise."

>Your group gathers up their things, and you all leave the cave home. Kiki grabs on to the cart's handles and begin's pulling, following closely behind you. As you walk back towards the small crag you entered the valley through, you turn around and see Perri watching you sadly, waving goodbye. You wave back before slowly turning away, you feel a bit bad leaving the lonely girl, but you're sure she'll be fine.

>The trek through the winding and dangerous path was easier than last time, but you suddenly come across the river once again. Becky perches on your shoulders and cowers behind your head, "Big bruther, I don't want to float across this river again!"

>"You can just fly over sweetie." Magdalene says as she rubs her back reassuringly.

>"…Oh…"

>"Do not worry, we crossed it just fine last time, this time will be just as safe, I promise you." Kiki assures us

>>158940

>Kiki makes sure to check the cart for any unsealed cracks, then removes the wheels storing them inside, before you all climb in. She shoves the cart into the water, and it begins floating across the river.

>The cart is one third of the way, and is keeping steady.

>Suddenly a leak springs from between the planks quickly filling the cart with water.

>You begin to panic, you're in the middle of a river, wearing full plate armor! Why did you ever think this was a good idea!? "DAMMIT KIKI YOU BIRD BRAIN! You've killed us!" You shout angry that after all this effort and this is how you die.

>"I promise, we're fine! We'll get out of this! I can fix it!" She begins panicking.

>You turn to your wife, and kiss her as deeply as you can, she returns your final kiss until you both feel the rushing water lap at your ankles.

>>158948

They're about to be kissing deeply in more ways than one

>>158948

Why don't they try to go a little up river. It has to start somewhere, and at least look for a sallower point in the river.

I think you are just making a situation where Anonson can raped by mermaids.

READY THE HARPOONS!! SEA WAR NOW!!!

>>158948

>You cling to Magdalene, waiting for the water to carry you away to your fate.

Thunk

>What?

>The cart has stopped sinking. You crouch down and put your hand in the water. It's not as strong as the current is making it look, and the river itself is slightly below knee height. You step out of the cart and walk around.

>"Kiki…" You say calmly.

>"See! I told you we were fine! I've sunk here several times before and I'm still alive!" The maid says enthusiastically.

>You tromp through the water and forcefully grab the tip of Kiki's tail, using your other hand to forcefully stroke it the wrong way. "IF YOU DIDN'T TRY TO FLOAT THE CART, THE WHEELS WOULD BE HIGH ENOUGH TO CROSS YOU IDIOT!"

>"OW! OWW!! Anonson stop! That feels weird and it hurts!!"

>You and Kenneth both grab your cargo and carry it to the other side of the river until the cart is empty. Everyone then pitches in to dragging the cart to the other side. It takes a while and you're all exhausted afterwards, but you make it.

>You hear a small crick, "GAH! My damned back again!" Kenneth is on the shore hunched over, muttering in pain. This whole ordeal is turning out to be a huge mess.

>After loading the cart back up with the waterlogged supplies, you finally get back on the road again. You lost about three hours of time and half of your dried rations are wet. Your party will be eating that until it goes bad so it doesn't do to waste, and no one is looking forward to soggy food.

>Your progress is slow, Kenneth had to lay in the cart to let his back recover, and it made it harder for Kiki to pull.

>Regardless everyone quietly marches on through the mountain path, not looking at or acknowledging Kiki, who simply stays silent in shame. Kenneth occasionally groans in pain when the cart hit's a bump.

>You infrequently ask Becky to fly ahead and scout out the claustrophobic pass for any danger, but she always comes back saying it's clear, perching on your shoulders and clinging to your head.

>The rest of your travels that day goes smoothly enough, you all come across a part of the pass that's significantly wider than the rest and decide to camp there for the night.

>You and Magdalene set up camp, not allowing the maid to do it so she doesn't somehow set the tents on fire or screw something else up.

>Kenneth lumbers off into one of the tents to immediately go to sleep, while Kiki goes into a separate tent further from camp. You and your wife stay up with Becky, choking down the unpleasantly soggy rations. Your little sister doesn't seem to mind it at all though as she happily eats her dinner.

>>159016

That's a surprisingly clever punishment there.

>>159016

>When you finish eating your less than stellar meal, Magdalene helps you strip your armor off. It's a lot quicker than putting it on was, but it still required your wife's help.

>You leave the brigandine on since it's comfortable on its own. Digging through the cart, you find a dry cloth and small box Perri gave you that contains supplies for keeping your armor maintained. You begin cleaning each piece of armor thoroughly, ensuring that none of it is wet from your unplanned wade through water. Once it's dry to carefully wax every square inch of the exposed steel surface and set it on a spread out cloth.

>Magdalene helps you to make your task go by faster, but Becky thinks its boring and trots off to Kenneth's tent to keep her daddy company while he's injured.

>After the armor is all clean and polished, you and your wife continue to sit by the fire, holding each other close as you watch the dancing flames.

>Your wife fidgets uncomfortably a bit every now and then, adjusting her leather armor. After sitting still for a bit, she starts rubbing her fingers into her temples.

>"Honey are you okay?" You ask concerned.

>She looks at you confused, "Huh? Y-yeah. I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache." She turns away from you, "Would you mind rubbing my lower back honey? It's been feeling a bit stiff lately."

>"Of course, I would be glad to sweetheart." You move the armor to the sides of the cloth it's lying on and prompt your wife to lay down on her stomach. You kneel at her side and begin firmly rubbing the arch of her back.

>"Mmmm… that feels nice… a little lower though."

>You slip down quickly and pinch her cheeks, making her jump slightly.

>"Not THAT low!" She laughs.

>You bring your hands up to her lower back and resume kneading, Maggie's tail gently wraps around your arm and leads you to a spot on her back. You feel a really wicked knot and begin trying to massage it out.

>"Nng… yeah… right… there…" She flinches in pain slightly, but bears it.

>You work the hardened muscle fibers more vigorously until it eventually feels less stiff. You give the small of her back a little kiss, making Magdalene giggle.

>"Ahh… thank you honey… I think you got it…" She gets up and rubs her temples again. "Headache is still driving me crazy though…"

>You give your wife a sympathetic look, "Why don't we go to bed then honey? You're probably exhausted from travel." You reach out and tenderly brush a loose hair out of her face.

>"Yeah… it's late anyways. I'm going to bed." She kisses you on the cheek

>"Okay, I'll be there in a bit, just going to put out the fire." You say as she crawls into your tent. You begin digging up the campfire, snuffing the flames out and burying the ashes. When you finish you crawl into the tent and lay behind your wife, snuggling up and wrapping your arms around her. Huh?

>"Honey, why do you still have your leather armor on. Aren't you uncomfortable?"

>No response, you feel her breathing is slowed and her little high pitched snore starts. She must have been more exhausted than she let on. You hope shes okay.

>You want to take off her leather armor for her, but you're afraid you'll wake her. You close your eyes and relax, the sound of your wife's dainty snore, and the sweet scent wafting from her hair lulls you to a gentle sleep.

>>159072

>nasty knot on her back

oh boy her wings are coming in

>>159072

>"IN MY SNATCH A COCK I'LL JAM, WHEN I SMELL THE SCENT OF MAN!" You bolt awake to a booming deep feminine voice, followed by cackling laughter.

>"AUGH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?" You hear Kenneth scream, "GAH! CAREFUL! MY BACK!"

>You scramble of your tent and grab your war hammer, looking out at the commotion.

>Holding Ken up in the air is a massive hulking monster, The lower half is a giant spider covered in a thick fur. The legs are somewhat short, but below the lower joints they consist of a massive spike of menacing bone. The upper half is a large muscular woman with pale green skin, a modest bust, and her forearms are massive clawed hands covered in the same thick auburn fur as her spider body. Her forearms are clad in shackles, a few links of thick iron chains dangle from them. Her entire body has a leafy vine pattern in her fur and skin. The woman's hair is long, shaggy and wild, and is crowned with terrifying curved horns, and a metallic collar is tightly secured around her neck. Her eyes are brown with narrow black pupils, and they have the look of sheer insanity.

>Magdalene runs out of the tent, "What's going on!?" She looks over at the hulking beast, "…Oh good God, Kenneth is doomed."

>"What!? We can't just let that monster have it's way! We need to save him!" You grab your coif and pull it on before securing your helmet over it. You have no time to put anything else on, and you hope your brigandine is enough. You heft your war hammer and begin charging.

>"Anonson no! It's too powerful! You'll be killed!" Your wife shouts desperately.

>"Argh! Champ! Run! This thing is too strong!" Kenneth manages to glance over, you see Kiki kneeling injured on the ground, her armor is dented and some of the segments have massive gashes or are torn off completely.

>The monster laughs uproariously, "DO NOT FRET MY FUTURE GROOM, SOON YOU WILL BE SEEDING MY WOMB!!" She looks over at you. "ANOTHER HANDSOME MAN TODAY, HAVE YOU COME TO STEAL ME AWAY?" A wry smirk spreads on her face. "YOU ALREADY SMELL OF WIFE, IT'S UNWISE TO RISK YOUR LIFE."

>Ignoring her insults, you slam your hammer straight into her torso, the spikes digging deeply into her flesh, blood oozing onto the ground.

>"HONEY RUN!!!" Magdalene screams.

>You grip your hammer firmly and struggle to pull it out. You feel a massive impact in your gut, and are flung several feet away, hammer landing next to your prostrate body.

>"ANONSON! YOU BITCH!" Your wife runs towards her with her crossbow, and fires a bolt into it's eye, the shaft embedded halfway into the socket, blood spurting out rhythmically.

>The beast's face becomes neutral for a second before a sadistic grin spread between her cheeks. "I THINK THAT I SHALL HAVE SOME FUN, WITH THE SMALL AND WEAK HORNED ONE. AND WHAT SHE SHALL SEE WITH HER LAST BREATH, WILL BE HER MAN BEING FUCKED TO DEATH!" She begins laughing maniacally, and sets Kenneth down roughly onto a rock back first.

>"AUGH!! CAREFUL WITH MY BACK YOU STUPID CUNT!" Kenneth yells, but is ignored.

>>159111

Why is grunty a spider?

>>159111

Fucking hillarious even if shit's going down.

>>159111

RIP Kenneth and/or Anonson's pelvis.

>>159125

they went out the best way possible

>>159111

>The monster skitters loudly over to your wife and swipes her claws, knocking her backwards through the air.. Magdalene shouts in pain as she collides with a wall of stone, before falling to the ground out cold.

>"A SHAME THAT SHE WON'T GET TO SEE, HER BELOVED HAVE SEX WITH ME!" She says with malice as she turns and begins approaching you.

>"STAY AWAY FROM MY BIG BROTHER!" You see Becky swoop down and begin clawing at her face with her talons.

>The spider monster deftly grips the small crow girl's entire body in her claws, "LEAVE ME BE YOU FEATHERY PEST, UNLESS YOU WANT ETERNAL REST!" She throws Becky in your direction, her wings slowing her trajectory as she crashes into the ground unconscious.

>You bolt up right, "LITTLE SISTER! MAGDALENE!" You quickly brandish your maul, and growl angrily. "YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET HURTING MY FRIENDS!"

>"DO NOT WORRY ABOUT YOUR BIRD AND WIFE, WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU, I'LL SNUFF OUT THEIR LIFE. SO YOU BOTH WILL LIVE FOR NOTHING BUT, TWO TOYS FOR ME TO ENDLESSLY RUT!"

>"RAAAAAARGH!!!!!!" You scream, flames bursting from your helmet, visor snapping over your eyes. Your vision becomes focused on nothing but your enemy, and your head throbs with burning heat. You charge directly towards the beast.

>She laughs dismissively as she rears back to bat you aside, as she swings, you swing as well, your hammer catching into her palm. You let loose a vicious growl as you strain to continue your swings follow-through. The arc of your swing resumes suddenly to the sound of tearing flesh, causing you to spin around slightly, unable to stop the momentum.

>You quickly turn back to face your foe, and see her hold her claws to her face. Two of her claws are missing, with nothing but the claw's quick veins hanging loosely over her blood covered palm. You see her eye twitch manically.

>"IT SEEMS MY NEW TOY LIKES TO PLAY ROUGH, I THINK THAT I'VE PLAYED NICE LONG ENOUGH!" She screams, charging full speed towards you. You charge her dead on as well.

>As she approaches, you ready a swing. When she brandishes both of her claws, and is nearly close enough to attack, you feint your attack, and dive under her spider body, sliding out behind her.

>"WHAT!?" She shouts, apparently too surprised to rhyme anymore. You begin laughing at her nervousness, her weakness can't help but make you laugh.

>You cannot stop laughing, even when you twist back around and swing your hammer overhead full force, slamming into her arachnid abdomen, collapsing it with a sickening crunch. The beast screams out in pain, which makes you laugh even harder, tears start running down your cheeks as you pull your weapon out with great effort.

>She desperately turns her limp body around with her front legs, facing you, straining her front two appendages to hold her upper body as high as possible to keep away from you. "T-THE ERRORS OF MY ACTS I-I SEE! P-PLEASE GRANT UPON ME YOUR M-MERCY!

>Your only answer is sadistic laughter that has continued without pause. You deftly swing sidelong into her right extended limb, crushing the giant claw into bony splinters and blood. She collapses down, unable to hold herself up.

>"H-HUMAN PLEASE! SPARE ME! I-I WILL LEAVE YOU AND YOUR COMPANIONS ALONE!"

>Your laughter changes into a continuous enraged scream as you switch the momentum of your previous strike into a back swing, slamming into her left arm, the shock of the blow crushing her humerus, collapsing her ribcage, and snapping her spine, forcing her upper body to limp forward.

>Her breathing is labored, rough, and uneven, some of her breaths make a gurgling sound, followed with a spurt of blood dribbling from her lips. "P-please… do not hrktbbl… don't kill me… I don't… HCK…want to die…"

>You rip the hammerhead out of her side as you scream, your throat is burning. You spin around, using the building speed to land a final blow straight into her skull, the hammer sinking halfway into her skull.

>The beasts coughs up blood, tears staining her face. "I-I'm……… sorry……" Her final words as the spark in her eyes fades.

>Your voice dies out with a rough dry cough, as you let go of your hammer, still embedded into the woman's skull. You sink to your knees and stare at what you had done, your mind completely blank as you see the crumpled corpse collapse before you.

>>159134

Holy shit, he needs to get a reign on that berserker power of his.

>>159134

>Delivers rhyming Ushi Oni

>Kills it off immediately

This is heresy.. I put forward the motion that touchfluffysnail is a heretic.

How could you do this writefag?

>>159143

>Ushi-Oni want's to forcibly cuck Magdalene before killing her, Becky, and Kiki.

>Monster used to using brute strength to have her way suddenly meets her match for the first time in her life.

>Ushi-Oni's a gud girl, she dindu nuffin, jus needed mo' money fo' dem rhymin' dictionaries.

That said, I did like her too, and she was so much fun to write, but she couldn't live either way.

>>159134

>You struggle to catch your breath, but each inhale burns your lungs, and a sharp unbearable pain stings your chest. You unbutton your padded jacket, and look at down. Your chest is covered in a massive nasty bruise. It hurts badly, but you don't think anything is broken.

>"H-hey champ? A little help here?" Kenneth calls weakly.

>You stumble over to him and grab his hands helping him up onto his feet.

>He struggles to keep his balance, but eventually steadies, "Thanks buddy."

>You reflexively hug Kenneth, his back cracking loudly, "AAAH-" a final crick sounds out, "-Ahhh… Hey! You cracked it back into place, thanks Anonson! …Hey… you okay?"

>"…I killed her…"

>"Well… buddy, she did threaten to kill your wife after making her watch as she smashed your pelvis. Pretty sure she was asking for it." He says with a nonchalance that irks you.

>"But she begged for mercy and… and… I laughed… I laughed at her…" You say, fear in your voice.

>Kenneth sighs, "Fighting isn't pretty, champ. Never has, never will be… But yeah… you did kind of scare me there when you started laughing… But at least you still have any sympathy at all, that's what makes you human… err, a decent person, anyways."

>You can't really speak, your head is swimming in confusion.

>"It never get's easier Anonson, but this is the road we chose." He gently pushes you away, "I think we need to make sure everyone else is okay, I'll go check on Becky, you tend to your wife.

>You slowly snap out of it, concerned for Magdalene, you run over and crouch beside her. You turn her over gently and press your finger lightly against her jugular. Still has a pulse… and she seems to be breathing normally.

>Maggie sleepily groans, "What hit me?" She sits up right slowly, you put your hand behind her, and support her back. Magdalene blinks and looks over to you. "H-honey… are you okay? Did we escape!?"

>You struggle to speak, but manage to say something, "Yeah… I'm okay…"

>"Oh my gosh, Anonson, you're hurt really badly!" Your wife says with concern.

>"Nothing's broken Maggie, I'm fine, I promise… just… a little shaken up."

>She looks at you suspiciously, "Did everyone else manage to get away…?" She trails off as she slowly looks behind you and sees the monster's corpse. "H-honey… did… d-did you…? …HOW did you…"

>You vision starts blurring as all the muscles in your body suddenly feels heavy and raw. You slump over onto the ground weakly, unable to move.

>"HONEY! WHAT'S WRONG!" she shouts.

>You hear footsteps hurry towards you, stopping beside you, and silence follows for a few seconds, "He's just exhausted, come on champ, up we go." You feel arms slip under your own, propping you up on to your feet. "Guess we're camping here for the night again, hope we don't get attacked again."

>Kenneth helps you walk over to your tent and drags you on to your bed roll, propping your head up on another packed bed roll before crawling back out.

>"Will it be safe to stay here another night Mags?"

>"I'm pretty sure… if any other monster smells this Ushi-Oni's corpse, they aren't going to come any where near something that killed it…" You hear foot steps recede, "Actually… this…"

>>159167

All very true, but that turn of events defiantly caught me off guard.

Still feel bad for the Ushi, even though she really did attack first

>>159167

>Shackles

Oh dear…

>>159167

We better be having ushi-oni for dinner tonight.

DEVOUR YOUR FOES

MAKE THEIR MIGHT YOURS

>>159143

Fuck Ushi-Oniggers.

They're worse than Oni-ggers, and it is hard to get worse than a degenerate drunkard.

>>159238

God, we can feel bad for her. She was begging for life.

>>159236

>in a week they all start sprouting manticore barbs

>week after that, everyone begins rhyming uncontrollably

>>159239

Some dumdums are too dumdum to live.

>>159241

Yes, she was a arrogant, cocky, dumb brute, but she saw the error of her ways before she died, and that is a redeeming quality.

Not saying she should have lived, but she wasn't completely unsalvageable.

>edgyshit

Dropped.

>>159238

Well I understand why you see it that way. I just wasn't expecting Anonson to out right kill her, let alone best her in combat.

This is a very large and powerful creature we're talking about after all, I didn't realize Anonson grinded enough souls to put 40 more points into Strength

>>159247

Sorry, I'm new to writing, and this is my first story with drama beyond 'oh no sexual tension!' I know it gets edgy sometimes, that's why I try to add a lot of happy times, but I know that's probably clunky storytelling anyways. If you had any pointers on how not to ham fist mortal peril that would be amazing, any criticism is welcome.

>>159260

Anonson has survived a few deadly encounters already. On top of that his berserker trance essentially lets him ignore pain. But this is why his muscles gave out afterwards because that includes ignoring strength limits. Trying really hard not to make Anonson a mary sue… or at least more of one. If Anonson wasn't in a trance, he wouldn't willingly kill her. But he wouldn't win if he wasn't, and would the Ushi-Oni show the same mercy?

>>159250

Becky best daughterfu. But Suzu a cute too.

>>159214

I've been pasting every part into one document as I go, so when it's done I'll post the full text. You can pretend it a paperback on your desktop… I know that's not as comfy though. Also no draw friends have taken an interest in this story so no illustrations. Barring my terrible vector drawings of Magdalene, and an Eye of Light.

Updates will be slow today, sorry.

>>159167

>You simply lie still, you're in too much pain to move, but too much guilt to calm down enough to sleep. Minutes drag on to hours as you stare at the tent's canvas.

>You try to run the battle with that monster in your head over an over, wondering what you could have done to spare her. But you're unsure if she would even honor her words… was this really the only option?

>Why did this kill bother you most though? You try to think back to the other battles with the PaIadins, why didn't you feel as bad killing humans? Could those PaIadin's even be CALLED humans? Is that why you felt less remorse? Or is it the fact they fought to the bitter end? You try to stop thinking about it, but they pervade your mind.

>Outside you can hear the faint shuffling of dirt, sounds like digging. You're assuming Kenneth is digging a grave for the beast. You hope he doesn't hurt his back again straining himself. You say a small prayer to whatever deity that cares to bring peace to your fallen adversary, and it seems to give you a little solace in your heart. Maybe you can finally sleep.

>You close your eyes, for what feels like a few minutes, and open them to the sound of your tent being entered. You crane your head and see your wife crouching over you.

>"Hey… is my mighty warrior feeling any better?" She smiles warmly at you.

>Her words aren't really helping you right now, and of course you're not feeling better it's only been…

>You look out of the tent and see it's pitch black. Oh.You attempt sitting up, and while it burns, you can actually move now. "…I'm feeling a bit better… Are you okay? What about Becky, and Kiki?"

>"I'm fine, just a bit banged up, mostly just a knock on the head." Maggie's smile dims, "…Becky has a sprained wing… Kiki say's it's minor, but she's not going to fly for several days."

>You sigh in frustration, not much else you can do about it at this point. "Where is she?"

>"She's with Kenneth right now, they both turned in for the night. She was more upset you were hurt and came to see you when you were sleeping."

>You stare out into space, thinking about everything. You look over at your wife, and she gives you a sympathetic smile.

>"Hey… cheer up. What you did was incredible." She speaks softly.

>It didn't feel incredible.

>"That was an Ushi-Oni, most other monsters fear them immensely for their insane strength and durability. Some people say they're invincible!" She begins getting excited. "Not only that, but that was Adzuki The 'Bean-Stalker'! She was an infamous murderer highly wanted in Ebonthorn!"

>"W-what?" You stammer.

>Magdalene gives you a strange look, "Y-yeah! She's infamous for killing upper class monsters and stealing their human concubines, before killing those too… but those deaths were generally assumed accidental… Ushi-Oni aren't exactly known for being gentle, especially during sex…"

>You feel a bit more relieved you killed a murderer, but…"I'm technically wanted for murder too honey…" You smile grimly.

>She gives you a caring smile. "Honey… do you feel bad for this? Anonson no, the laws in Ebonthorn are… a lot more lax than your home's laws. If you're wanted by the entire Ebonthorn populace, you have to do some really terrible things." "Now… I think our hero deserves a reward for his bravery, don't you?" Her smile takes on a much lewder tone as she get's up and crawls out the tent, looking back at you lustfully before closes the tent flap. "I'll be right back darling~"

>>159299

I like how this story is going. Some gory parts are a welcome change of pace from the usual cheesy waifu stories.

I still feel bad for the Ushi-Oni thom

>>159314

tho*

Fukken mobile

>>159313

>Kill qt rhyming Ushi-Oni

>People get upset

>B-but she was a murderer, see! The killing was justified!

HER BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS SNAIL

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOUR SINS

:^)

>>159326

>Implying I made her a criminal at the last minute to appease people.

>Implying she had shackles on her wrists and neck for literally no reason other than she liked dungeon chic fashion.

>>159328

>fluffysnail is a faggotcat

Figures.

>>159371

90% of posts on /monster/ with a cheshire cat flag and a smartass comment are probably me.

>>159313

>You hear Magdalene shuffling outside and the quiet sloshing liquid. She soon crawls back inside the tent carrying a pot of steaming water and sets it beside you.

>She begins unbuttoning your brigandine, you painfully sit up a bit more to let her pull it off. She daintily crawls over you, tracing her fingers over the part of your chest that isn't bruised before planting a painfully short kiss on your lips.

>Maggie crawls down to your leggings and unfastens them, before tugging them off your legs, giggling excitedly as she renders you completely nude. Your manhood reflexively springs to attention, as you half expect her to lavish her affections on it.

>Your wife giggles warmly, "Oh, Anonson! While I really do want that so badly right now, I need to tend to the rest of your body first…" She smiles as she pulls a cloth from the pot of hot foamy water, wringing the excess out before gently wiping the dirt and grim off your body. You close your eyes and enjoy yourself as she slowly drags the cloth methodically over every inch of your skin, cleaning you head to toe.

>She puts the cloth in the bucket again, scrunching her face in discomfort as she readjusts her armor. Squeezing out the cloth, she returns her attention to you, "Remember the night you fled the human capital?" She says lovingly as she works. "I did this for you before you proposed to me."

>"Mhmm…" You sigh in relaxation.

>"I didn't know you were going to propose to me that night, and doing this was SO much for me to bear knowing I couldn't act on my urges…" Her free hand playfully caresses your body, following the cloth she cleans you with. She finishes your torso and moves over to your feet. She dips the cloth into the pot and wrings it again before draping it over your foot, covering your sole. She takes her thumbs and firmly scrubs the bottom of your foot, getting all the deeply ingrained filth cleaned off and soothing your aching feet.

>Magdalene repeats this with your other foot, before slowly cleaning your ankles, working her way upwards. "…And then… you made me the happiest girl in the world that night… twice…" her voice becoming breathy and low. As she cleans up your legs, she spreads them open and slowly crawls her way between them, kissing the creases of your thigh muscles. "…I just can't… contain myself… around you…"

>Your wife slowly kisses your balls, tracing her tongue slowly up your length before reaching the tip and kissing the crease underneath your glans. She circles her lips around your tip and at a snails pace pushes your length into her mouth until she's engulfed the entire thing. You can feel her saliva producing faster, as if your taste was making her drool with an insatiable hunger. As she slowly pumps her lips over your cock, it begins dripping with drool, making your entire crotch wet and slimy.

>To your dismay, the amazing feeling of her mouth and dexterous tongue ends, as she pulls her head off of your dick before crawling beside you. Noticing your disappointment she kisses your lips, still wet from earlier. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you, but you're injured and I want to take it slow." She sits up and turns her back to you, slowly unbuckling her leather armor. Setting it aside, she slowly pulls her dress over her head and folds it up before draping it on top of her armor.

>As she turns to face you, you blink your eyes several times unsure your eyes were working correctly.

>>159408

Were you the same shitposter who engaged me in a memewar and lost?

Fuck you I'm Spiderman

Holy shit I'm getting so sick of writing sex scenes right now, get a fucking room you two and leave me out of it.

>>159408

>Your wife slightly arches her back, and holds her arms straight down before clasping her hands together. Her breasts… the other day when you saw them they were modest handfuls, but now… they would fill your hands and then some.The areola are slightly wider and puff out slightly, and her formerly tiny nipples are just slightly larger as well. Her provocative pose squeezing them together tightly only adds to enhance their appearance even further. Your eyes are locked onto the gently heaving orbs as her deep breaths slowly increase in tempo. Out of the edge of your vision you can barely see her biting her lip as they curl into a lecherous smile.

>"You like what you see, honey?" She lets out a deep wistful sigh, "Why don't… I let you get… a closer look…" She slowly presses your head between her breasts, wrapping her arms around your head gently. You slow your breathing so you can enjoy her warm body and gentle heartbeat for as long as possible. Every inhale dizzying your head with her scent, and every exhale making her shiver.

>Magdalene shifts herself, sliding her breast over your mouth. You accept her silent invitation and insert her hard nipple into your mouth, rubbing the nub against your tongue as you slowly suck the hot flesh in and out of your mouth. She gasps as her arms around your head tightens, smashing your face into her soft, full, tit as she roughly grips your hair.

>Her death grip on your head relaxes, and she slowly reaches her hand over to your still slick cock, and begins slowly pumping it with her soft delicate fingers. You thank her for finally returning her attention to your painful erection by gently scraping your teeth on her nipple. "Haaah~ Honey… be gentle…"

>She strains to pull her breast away from the suction of your lips, before pressing her unattended breast into your face, "…Don't make the other one… feel left out…"

>You resume suckling, increasing the intensity until her puffy areola is sucked into your mouth, making your wife stop caressing your cock for a moment as she moans and presses herself against you, "H-honey… I-I need… I need… you…"

>She pulls away again, your lips releasing from her breast with a pop as she hastily straddles your lap and quickly impales herself on your shaft.

>Her hips begin hammering away into your crotch in a frenzy, making your injuries burn slightly, but you don't care. Seeing how happy your wife is makes the pain seem so trivial. Her larger breasts bouncing hypnotically so close to your face also helps…

>You quickly cum inside of her, a bit disappointed in yourself for not lasting that long, as Magdalene seems no where near done. Feeling your manhood begin to soften, she slows her gyrations until stopping. Your wife leans over you and kisses you passionately before collapsing beside you.

>"Did that feel nice darling?" She whispers breathlessly into your ear

>"Y-yeah… but you didn't-" Magdalene presses a finger against your lips.

>"You don't have to be a stud 'every' night, Anonson… You just… relax…" She slides up on the bedroll so her chest is next to your head. "…and keep sucking them… it feels really nice…" She breathes as she strokes your hair tenderly.

>You strain to turn on to your side and adjust yourself until you're comfortable, and latch your mouth onto her nipple again and suckle gently and steadily, still tired from the afterglow."

>"Aaaahhhh~…" your wife exhales sharply, keeping her top hand behind your head, while her bottom hand reaches between her legs. Her breathing is punctuated by a growing whimper. You can feel her bottom arm tense up and shake as she pulls your head tighter into her bosom. "….nnNNG… GAAAaaahh~OhgodIloveyousomuch… Anonson… Anonson…"

>Magdalene's body relaxes, but you continue your nursing as she slowly pets you affectionately. Her gentle breathing relaxing you into a deep restful slumber.

>>159427

No, I usually shitpost once and stop. I don't like shitting up other people's threads on /monster/, since the board owner does a good job here and typically deletes the ones that deserve it.

>>159429

Fair enough, I have a habit of going full retard, it needs to stop but I can't stop injecting myself full of weaponized autism. Really liking your story btw, been reading since the first thread, keep it up writefriend!

>>159428

We all know you are jelly of Maggie. It is okay if you want to suck Anonson's cock. Just come out and say it. We won't think any less of you.

could we please take a break from sex scenes and get on with the story

>>159528

I haven't been emotionally invested for half of the sex scenes I've written. I really don't blame you. I didn't want to write the last one either, that's why I dragged my ass writing it. I said I would just start time skipping them but part of me feels lazy doing that. But don't worry, we're close to a story heavy part anyways. You know how sometimes characters take a life of their own? I mistakenly made two main characters a young newlywed couple, one supernaturally fueled off sex, and I regret it sooo much.

>>159428

>You awake to the birds singing and the sun shining through the gaps in the canvas. Love filling your heart, you lazily turn to your wife and kiss her on the forehead, "…Mmm, morning sweetheart." Still feeling frisky, you reach around to grab your wife's ass. Huh, a bit more feathery than usual…

>"MORNING BIG BRUTHER!" You see Becky right in front of your face, staring at you with a big smile.

>"GAH!! BECKY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?" you bolt up right, terrified, grasping your side in pain from the jerking motion.

>"Maggie told me to make sure you were okay, and you looked so cozy I thought I would snuggle with you!" The little crow girl says cheerfully.

>You catch your breath and hesitantly reach over and ruffle her hair, "O-oh, thank's Becky, that was nice of you."

>"You're welcome big bruther!" She smiles up at you before flapping out of the tent.

>Careful not to worsen your injuries you take your time getting out of bed. You eventually manage to crawl out of the tent and stretch a bit.

>Kiki immediately spies you and walks quickly towards you with a bowl of food, "Good morning master Anonson, I trust you slept well? How are your injuries?"

>"I'm feeling a bit better…" You grabs the bowl and eye it suspiciously before sniffing it. "This better not be monster I killed."

>The feathered maid looks shocked, "Of course not! That would be disturbing!! It's just some dried beans we had along with some salted meat we found in the cart.

>'Found meat' sounds off alarm bells, but you're so hungry, you're pretty sure you would eat the Ushi-Oni anyways. You begin eating the food and it tastes pretty normal, and the chunks of meat looks like beef. You quickly devour it but still feel hungry, Kiki takes your empty bowl and hands you another full bowl unnervingly quick.

>As you dig in a bit more slowly this time you look around and see everyone helping to strike the camp, you're about to put the bowl down to help when Kenneth runs over, "Hey champ, you fought hard yesterday, so you just take it easy right now, we'll handle this okay?" He smiles before patting you on the back and returning to work.

>You feel a bit lazy not doing anything, but your bruise feels pretty bad so you don't complain too much. Magdalene surprises you with a hug from behind.

>"Our brave hero is finally awake!" She laughs warmly, "Did you sleep well?" her laugh takes a lascivious tone for a moment. "Are you feeling well enough to wear your plate armor?

>You're pretty tired, but you really don't want to be hit in the stomach again, you nod your head.

>Magdalene grabs your hand and leads you to the blanket where your armor rested. She spends the next several minutes helping you secure every part of your plate armor over your brigandine. By the time she's finished, the camp is all packed onto the cart, and you're all ready to travel again.

Man writing actual story feels so much more natural than smut right now.

>>159576

>Your travels takes you further down the mountain path. You eventually reach the path's precipice and can see the land behind the mountains stretched out before you.

>As far as your eyes can see, is a massive desert with rolling dunes of red sand. Somewhere in the horizon, you can barely make out two small mountains with sheer cliff faces facing each other. A small near parallel gap between them.

>Magdalene grabs your hand. "That's Ebonthorn Crag. My home. We're almost there, it's about a day's worth of travel if everything goes smoothly."

>"It's starting to get pretty hot, do we have enough water?" Kenneth asks concerned.

>Kiki slaps one of the barrels in the cart, "We have two barrels full of fresh water, we should be fine!"

>Your party makes your way down the winding mountain pass downhill, which is significantly easier to traverse than the first half. You make your way to the base of the mountain in only a few hours.

>The dry dirt and rocky terrain slowly gives way to sand, and everyone begins sweating profusely from the high afternoon sun. Everyone except you and Magdalene, you feel completely comfortable thanks you your armors enchantments. Though you do sink into the sand a bit from your weight, making walking a bit difficult. You're pretty sure your wife is fine because she lives here.

>All in all travel in the desert is miserable for everyone, and after only a couple of hours, you all wish you could just find some shade.

>"Big bruther are we THERE yet? It's so hot!" Becky says as she fans herself.

>"Honey, why don't you fly if you're hot, won't the breeze up high cool you down?" You ask

>"I don't like how the heat makes me fly up so fast… it hurts my wings." She whines.

>Magdalene stops dead in her tracks, the group walking past her several feet before stopping. "Uh, something wrong Mags?" Kenneth asks.

>"Does anyone else feel that?" She says nervously.

>Everyone stays quiet and still looking around.

>"Damn it, I forgot we have men with us… Everyone listen up!" Magdalene says authoritatively. "We have to walk… uh in a… rhythmic pattern, that's it. The sand worms don't like it."

>"Sand worms?" You ask nervously.

>"They're monsters that swim through the sand like fish. They're massive and extremely agile and quick. Hard to even see one until it's eaten you. But they're sensitive to vibrations, that's why you have to walk to a rhythm to drive them off.

>Magdalene runs to the front of the group and looks back towards you all, "Everyone follow my lead. One. Two. Three. Four." She repeats her count to a slow and steady beat, as she stomps along with the rhythm.

>It takes some practice, but you're all stepping in unison. Becky in particular seems to be enjoying the exercise, seeming to forget about the intense heat.

>>159606

>A low rumbling makes you all stumble.

>"Maggie what was that!?" You yell, terrified at the vibrations in the earth.

>"Oh no… oh no… I thought we were all walking perfectly, why isn't it working… uh… just keep going, maybe it's just waiting for us to mess up?" Her words don't fill you with confidence, but she resumes her simple marching song, and your trek continues.

>You all step in rhythm once more, and after a few steps, the rumbling returns, but louder.

>"KIKI ARE YOU WALKING OUT OF RHYTHM!?" Maggie yells fearfully.

>Kiki looks hurt, "Lady Magdalene, I assure you I am walking in perfect step to your instructions."

>"WELL SOMETHING IS WRONG!" She screams, fearfully looking around.

>The rumbling returns louder than ever, everyone stumbles as the sand under your feet vibrates and shifts.

>"W-wait! Now I remember, we CAN'T walk rhythmically, because that's what attracts them!"

>Everyone, including you glares everyone at your wife. "S-sorry?" She says sheepishly, immediately followed by a massive rumble.

>A hole opens up in the sand in your path and a massive brown worm with terrifying teeth pops out. It's mouth opens and it unleashes a terrible high pitched scream.

>"GRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"

>Everyone covers their ears to spare themselves from the audible onslaught on your ear drums.

>"EEEEeetings friends!" The terrifying screech ends in a sweet girly voice.

>You uncover your ears and look up in confusion when you find you're still alive. Looking over at the sand worm, you see a shiny pink girl sticking out of the sand worm's mouth. She has the body of a young modestly curvy girl, with short pixie cut hair. She's wearing a colorful straw hat, and a festive poncho.

>"Heya! I heard a great rhythm and smelled something nice, and thought I would come over and jam with you!" She bends down into the worm's mouth and pulls out a guitar, which she begins tuning with a practiced hand. "So where are you guy's headin'?

>"Um, Miss, I don't mean to alarm you but, you seem to be partially devoured by a giant worm." You state politely.

>The pink girl stares at you blankly before laughing in a friendly tone, "Oh! You folk ain't from around here, are ya? Lucky for you I'm a bit less crazy than my sisters." She smiles proudly, hands on her hips, "By the way shiny fella, I AM the worm." She wiggles her hips, massive worm undulating in turn. She actually seems to be having a bit too much wiggling in this manner and continues a bit longer, her movement becoming more dramatic.

>You clear your throat, grabbing the worm's attention.

>"A-anyways, if ya'll give me some spice, I'll escort you through the desert and keep my sisters at bay. I'll even play ya some nice music, help make the trip go faster! The name is Melanie by the way."

>"Spice?" You inquire. "Kiki do we have any spice in the cart we could pay this nice girl with?"

>Magdalene groans, "Honey, she's a monster. What do you think she means?"

>You think for a moment before coming to the realization. "Oh…"

>"Those two love birds are married, but I'll be glad to pay you though." Kenneth steps forward, smiling wryly at the sand worm.

>Melanie grins gleefully, "Yes! I promise this won't take long!" She tucks into her giant worm which quickly devours Kenneth as it dives back into the sands.

>>159639

>sandworm

>"A-anyways, if ya'll give me some spice, I'll escort you through the desert and keep my sisters at bay.

you cheeky fucker.

>>159549

It's okay to just gloss over "normal" sex scenes that are getting repetitive if you like. Lead up to it, then tell go to the aftermath after a paragraph break. Save your explicit smut-writing energy for the more interesting sex scenes like the threesomes. We don't want you getting resentful of our happy couple's getting it on and then fumble the really good stuff when it comes around.

>Sandworm guide

This pleases me greatly.

This was the only guitar song I really know of… sorry…

>>159639

>Everyone stands around the cart waiting for Kenneth and Melanie to return.

>Kiki looks particularly impatient, letting out a huff every now and then as she taps her foot.

>You decide now is as good a time as any to get a drink from the water barrel and pass filled cups around the group. Once everyone else has had some, you help yourself to a cup,

>Everyone sips from their water, awkward silence hanging in the air. Kiki in particular sips from her cup very loudly. When she's emptied it, she hands the empty tin cup back to you, half crushed.

>Several more awkward minutes under the oppressively hot sun pass when a low rumble displaces everyone's balance again. A massive worm pops out of the sand again, struggling to stay up straight, and opens it's mouth. Melanie slowly rises from the mouth nude, her entire pink body a deeper red tint, as she cups her cheeks in her hands with a content smile, a spatter of white dribbling from her lips. Kenneth gets up from the mouth and drapes his arms around the worm's teeth, lounging in the mouth looking disheveled but satisfied.

>"I can safely say I've never had sex going that fast before…" Kenneth say's fatigued.

>Melanie just breathes out an absent minded laugh.

>"So will you guide us to Ebonthorn Crag, babe?" He gets up and plants a kiss on her cheek.

>"S-sure… D-do you want to ride with me there?" She says coyly.

>"Sounds great, but I need to walk, don't want to get lazy." He say's politely while redressing himself.

>"Oh… okay…" She looks severely disappointed, but lowers her worm's mouth to let Kenneth step down. When he's safely on the sands, she lifts upright again and dives into her mouth, coming out a few seconds later in her hat and poncho, holding her guitar. "Alright strangers… and Kenneth." She says his name more affectionately, making Kiki scoff. "Whenever ya'll are ready."

>You walk up front and pat the giant worm, "We're ready miss, lead the way." You consider her possibly leading you astray, but wonder how that's possible when you clearly see your destination in the distance. You shake off your paranoia as the sand worm begins rising from the sands.

>Melanie's giant worm body begins stretching over the sands, eventually settling at a wide flat arc, "Ya'll can walk under here, keep yourselves cool this way." She points to the shadow cast by her long armor segmented body.

>Everyone gathers under the shade, as your guide slowly begins moving forward. You hear her tune her guitar a bit more before she slowly begins playing as you continue your trek through the desert.

>The music is flowing and very relaxing, but just a twinge discordant. Not in a way that sounds bad, but it gives you a slight feeling of unease that keeps you from fully letting your guard down. Melanie seems completely lost in her playing, but keeps a straight path regardless.

>Every one's mood seems to be improving with the entertainment, even Kiki doesn't seem as upset anymore. Becky ends up flying on top of Melanie's body and perches there, guess she didn't feel much like walking any more.

>>159715

I was half expecting some mariachi shit the moment I saw poncho.

>>159889

I kind of wanted a mariachi band, but I just settled for one troubadour sand worm. A mariachi band just felt a little too random and stupid, even for me.

>>159715

>Melanie's music had made the time fly incredibly fast, the sun was nearly setting in the horizon before any of you could ask where the time had gone.

>Her music eventually ended, "We made good time! We are nearly approaching the Crag my friends!"

>You look at your surroundings and see large black thorny vines that snake in and out of the crimson sands are becoming more common as you go on. In fact looking forward the vines become incredibly huge, making high majestic arches throughout the air. Several minutes pass and your group walks under the first of several thorny arches. The vines are thick as a small house and the thorns ahead only look larger.

>Looking to the side of your path, you see groups of flames that seem to be dancing across the sands. As they twirl about, a variety of muscular monsters follow a large distance behind them, picking up large slabs of stone that sparkle in the setting sunlight.

>"Those are the glass quarries, monsters with an affinity to fire or magic melt the desert sands into glass, which is widely used as a building material in this city." Magdalene explains. "The sand from this desert makes incredibly strong glass when purified by magic flame, nearly as strong as stone."

>The massive twin mountains loom before you, looking much bigger up close than you thought it would. You would gather it's was nearly three times the height as the Duskbreach Tower. As the sky begins to darken, the crag begins to glow as countless light sources flare up, making it look like night never came.

>Between the massive sheer cliff faces, the gargantuan thorn vines spanned the wide distance between them sporadically making a twisting network of thick black thorns.

>Suddenly Melanie stops and turns around. "It was nice of you to let me escort you here strangers, unfortunately -OWIE! I can't go any further, these thorns are sharp and hard as steel. They make it uncomfortable for me to move, even with my thick hide." She takes off her wide brimmed hat and holds it over her chest, looking at you all forlornly

>"Well, we fully appreciate your company, and your musical entertainment was a blessing on this long stretch of desert." You exclaim, bowing politely. "If and when we travel across the desert again, is there any way we could meet you again?"

>The sand worm smiles, "Just play that fantastic beat again, or bring that scrumptious man Kenneth with you. I'll be glad to have y'all as an audience again." She zips up to Kenneth and gives him a quick kiss before putting her hat back on. She ducks back into her worm body and breaches the sand in a graceful arc. As she dives back into the desert, the rest of her massive segmented body follows before the rumbling earth eventually calms down.

>As you resume walking towards the capital, you see a massive wall of interwoven black vines blocking straight entrance into the Crag. Magdalene runs in front of the group and holds her hands up, motioning everyone to stop.

>"We've been very lucky on this journey, most of the monster's we've met were friendly and had strong enough willpower to keep their urges in check." Your wife approaches you and holds your hand. "I know you value manners and politeness honey, but… you cannot trust ANYONE here, do you understand?"

>You nod silently.

>She glances over at Kenneth, "Within these walls, humans have absolutely no rights… you're legally no better than pets, or livestock…" She grimaces uncomfortably, "Anonson, please… stay close at all times. And Kenneth?"

>"Yes Mags?"

>"I don't know how things are between you and Kiki, but… you need to stay close to her. If other's think we're couples, they're a little less likely to try and steal you away. I know you, and especially Anonson are very strong, but… just try to be careful, okay?"

>>159959

>"A-actually Lady Magdalene, we must soon part ways. While I did come along to help you make the journey easier, I must finish business here on Mistress Barkmont's behalf before returning to her estate. I am deeply sorry." Kiki looks distraught as she bows deeply. "I will keep with you until we pass my destination, but after that you four must go without me."

>"Kiki if this is about-" Kenneth is cut off as Kiki hugs him, kissing him on the cheek.

>"I valued your companionship master Kenneth, but we both know it wouldn't work." She begins tearing up, "You are still mourning for your wife, and I know I cannot take her place in your life so soon after your loss." She lets go and wipes away her tears. "I will always remember our time together fondly."

>Kenneth halfheartedly reaches his arm out before slumping it back to his side, "I understand Kiki, you'll always have a special place in my heart… but you're right. I'm sorry for any pain I caused."

>Kiki looks away before turning her head to the city's entrance, "Before we make our way inside, I wanted to give you something Lady Magdalene. A gift from one of the other servants, Mary." She reaches into her apron pocket and pulls out a red leather collar and leash, before handing it to Maggie. "You and Anonson are bound by your wedding rings, but Kenneth should still be visually identified as claimed so there is less chance for mishaps."

>Magdalene takes the collar and gives her a weird look, "Uh… thanks Kiki, and tell Mary I thanked her too…" She reluctantly puts the collar on Kenneth, who gives a less than enthusiastic expression.

>"Edith always said I could be a boozehound…" he shrugs.

>You find yourself stifling a laugh, but Kenneth notices, "Don't make me bite you champ." He slams his shield down for effect, making you quickly straighten your face. "Woof… hahaha…" he seems to be taking it in stride now.

The group begins walking to the thorny wall silently, as no one wishes to make the eventual parting any more painful. A series of black wrought iron braziers illuminate the path towards the entrance way As you approach, you see a large archway in the thorns, a massive open door made of red sparkling glass towers on each side, etched with runes that glowed with their own light.

>As you pass through, you see two heavily armored buglike monsters skitter past you, one giving your party a suspicious look. You pay it no mind, but see one of them break out into a sprint back into the city as you travel further inside, hearing the massive doors slam shut with a deafening sound.

>"Should we be worried Maggie?" You say under your breath.

>"No, they always close the main gates at this time of night… though that one guard was acting weird… she was probably just late for inspection or something."

>Kenneth laughs softly, "Only time I've seen a guard run that fast was to get to the bar after their shift."

>"Maybe she had to go pee?" Becky chirps before perching on Kenneth's shoulders.

>You all resume walking deeper into the city and begin hearing the low rumble of hustle and bustle. As you pass through the secondary entrance way, the sprawling city reveals itself to you.

>>159987

>You're left breathless, on both of the Crag's cliff faces, buildings and shops were all carved into the red stone, black wooden walkways and winding their way's up, giving access to doors that stretch up as far as your eyes can see. Ropes covered in flags, banners, signs, and colorful lanterns stretch across the wide canyon. Mounted on the rock walls are countless signs of wood, cloth and metal advertising an endless supply of businesses and products, but most eye catching are the ones made of rectangular slabs of clear red tinted glass, their words and artwork composed of brightly glowing lines etched into their surface. Light sources both combustible and magical dot the streets, walls, and air like stars in the sky.

>The massive network of thorny black vines that intertwine throughout the city, upon closer inspection are hollowed out into walkways and buildings, some with exposed ports, and some with glass windows. On the street, colorful market stalls of wood and cloth construction sell a wide selection of exotic and erotic items and curiosities, and the smells of outdoor food carts and stands mingle in the air, making your mouth water as they tease your nose.

>But even more breath taking are the citizens that fill it, massive throngs of monsters go about their business, their combined chatting, laughing, and screaming nearly deafening, making shouting necessary to communicate to your companions. As you all are engulfed by the crowds, you're absolutely surrounded by monsters. You see a small amount of species you recognize, but most are completely a mystery to you. An uncomfortable amount of them are dressed in extremely revealing clothing, that makes the three monsters among you seem completely out of place. Looking into some of the dark corners on the sides of the streets, you swear you see a few couples of monsters mashing their lips together roughly, claws and paws fondling each other.

>You suddenly begin feeling the eyes of passerby burning into you. Monster women slow their paces as they pass you, looking you up and down like a piece of meat. You feel your wife's hand tighten around yours, and see the expression of strangers' faces sour considerably. Looking over at Kenneth, you see he's nearly breaking his own neck looking at the sway of hips and jiggle of tit flesh surrounding him.

>"GRK-!" Kenneth chokes as Magdalene yanks on the leash.

>"Down boy!" She hisses as his head is forced closer to her lips, "Don't give them any ideas!" She whispers harshly.

>His gaze lowers to the ground, but you can see his eyes straining to take in the local sights. You begin looking between the monsters, purposefully ignoring their gazes so you can carefully watch your surroundings. Your heart sinks as you see something…

>>160027

>Occasionally you see another human man, usually tethered to a very ostentatious and well to do looking monster close by. Though infrequent, every man you see is in little more than underwear, their owners frequently groping them, or even taking them right there on the streets, but their eyes are what saddens you the most. Their eyes stare off blankly into the distance, you try to look into them to get some sort of response, but they don't seem to respond to anything, as if they were but an empty husk. As you look at another human slave, it actually looks up at you slowly, but their owner immediately grasps their head and forces it to look down at the ground.

>You grimace and sigh, and feel your wife peck your cheek affectionately. It brightens up your spirit a little until you hear monsters around you laughing and mocking you.

>Suddenly a monster runs up to you and gets in your face, her face sporting the most obnoxious shit eating grin and bright pink diamonds tattooed on her cheeks. Her bright pink short cut hair is crowned by feline ears and her clothes are pink as well, and made of a shimmering cloth that clings to her petite frame provocatively.

>"Hey cutie pie, why don't you run away from your frumpy looking home and let a pretty pink pussy take you in?" She says in an annoying nasally voice.

>You glare into her pink colored, heart shaped pupils and grit your teeth, letting out a short but violent growl. Your helmet's eyes spew two loud gouts of flame and the monster lets out a terrified catlike yowl before disappearing in a cloud of pink smoke.

>Magdalene snorts a laugh, and leans against you lovingly for a moment.

>You feel a light tap on your shoulder and turn around, "UNFORTUNATELY THIS IS WHERE WE MUST DEPART!" Kiki shouts over the crowd, handing you, your wife, and Kenneth a knapsack. "I HAVE PACKED VITAL SUPPLIES, TOOLS, AND RATIONS IN YOUR BAGS SO YOU WON'T BE STRANDED UNPREPARED." She professionally shakes your hand and then Magdalene's, "PLEASE VISIT ME AND MY MISTRESS AGAIN, THE STORIES OF YOUR TRAVELS WILL BE MOST LOVED BY THE CHILDREN. GOOD BYE FRIENDS."

>Kiki pulls her cart to the side, making her way to one of the many store fronts. You slowly lose sight of her as she's swallowed by the crowd of passersby.

>You continue slowly making your way through the street, when you lean in and whisper to your wife, "Maggie, where exactly are we going?"

>Maggie leans to your ear and begins to speak when the crowd in front of you disperses to the sides of the road. You hear metallic clattering approach. "MAKE WAY! OFFICIAL EBONGUARD BUSINESS, OUT OF THE WAY!"

>Your group is suddenly surrounded by six buglike guards, with armored carapaces. They point their blades at you menacingly as a seventh figure approaches. A tall woman covered in black scales walks towards you fearlessly. She's clad in red plate armor, and has a black rapier hanging from her hip. Her helmet is built to allow her two short black horns poke out freely. Her eyes are red, and burn with a sense of duty. "Magdalene Ebonthorn, you and your companions are under arrest. Surrender peacefully to be escorted to her ladyship's throne. The Queen has requested she be able to carry out your sentences personally.

>>160028

>As soon as they get in the city

>OFF TO THE TORTURE CHAMBERS

Is it comfy time? Warhammer intensifies?

>>160028

>The guardswoman whips her lizard tail impatiently. "Confiscate their weapons!"

>You glance over at Kenneth nervously, he looks back and responds with a solemn nod before dropping his shield to the ground with a startling thud. You slowly toss your own warhammer to the ground. Two of the guards strain to pick up Kenneth's shield, while another one struggles to pick up your own weapon. You laugh a bit in your head at the sight of them skittering around trying to carry what you both had no trouble with.

>"Daddy… Big bruther… I'm scared…" She clings tighter onto Kenneth's head.

>"It's okay sweetheart, we're all gonna be fine." Ken whispers quietly. "And what charges are we being apprehended for, miss…?

>The leading guard looks over at Kenneth absolutely appalled, before walking up, towering over him, "Who said you could SPEAK to me out of turn MEAT!?" She quickly punches him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. He reaches his hand to his stomach as he lurches over in pain.

>"…So I guess dinner is a no go then, cutie?" He says with a lecherous grin and labored breath.

>The guard seethes with anger, her face burning red before she turns to your wife, "Keep that pet of yours on a tight leash before I put it down… Follow me, and if ANY of you try anything funny, we'll slaughter you ALL on the streets." She turns back to Kenneth and notices Becky hiding behind him. She kneels down by Kenneth's leg and holds a scaly clawed hand out, her face having done a complete change in character to friendly and amicable. "Oh hello there little girl! I didn't see you there. Why don't you come with me and I'll have a guard escort you back to your parents…"

>Becky begin's tearing up, "…Kenny… IS my daddy… and… I don't have a mommy anymore… I don't want to go with a meanie like you!"

>The lizard woman is taken aback and becomes angry again.

>"She won't leave us peacefully, Naomi, allow her to stay with us." Magdalene states fearlessly.

>"What the hell honey!? You want her to be imprisoned along with us!?" You feel a shove from behind, making you stumble.

>"KEEP YOUR PETS QUIET! RESTRAIN THEM 'ALL' AND FOLLOW ME!!" She shouts, summoning more armored insect guards to surround you. Two surround each of you, roughly grabbing a hand each, except for Kenneth, who a guard simply settled for grabbing his shoulder awkwardly. A single guard grabs Becky roughly and struggles to restrain the wriggling bird girl.

>You're all swiftly escorted through the city, every single citizen stopping in their tracks once they get out of the way, burning their eyes into you with lust and curiosity as you pass. Several minutes of being shoved down the dusty sandstone street, a massive structure looms over you. What looks like a massive black seed pod covered in spines towers up to reach half the height of the mountain. Between the split shells, a glittering red stone brick structure is built within, bursting out the top. At the bottom, the biggest black vine you've seen yet is coming out of the crack in the bottom, immediately burrowing it's way down into the earth. At the ground level of the vine, a large set of doors, smaller in scale but similar to construction to the city's front gate, marks the entrance to the structure.

>The guards approach the door, and the head guard who your wife referred to as Naomi apparently, hails them to open the doors. Two guards salute before running to open one side of the door each.

>As you're brought inside, you're escorted through a massive sprawling room around a massive dais, carved out of a single piece of crimson glass, circled by countless seats made of the same material and similar construction. You're walked up a curling set of stairs at the back of the room, up to a set of doors made of black wood.

>As they open, you see a massive room made of the same black wooden material, large pillars of thorny vines support the ceiling. A heady pink haze immediately wafts out and assaults your senses. As you are walked inside. you see rich tapestries covering near every surface of wall. The floor is covered in ornate carpets and beast furs, pillows a sheets litter the floor. In the center of the room an imposing thorn studded thrown stands, a scantily man is shackled to each side of the chair with thin iron chains covered in silken cloth. The one to your left is an older looking man, slightly older than Kenneth, and has a surprisingly lucid expression as he looks down to the floor, the one to your right is a tall younger man, rippling with muscle, but a vacant stare cursing his visage, making him look incredibly dim and broken.

>>160153

Lots of work today, slow updates, sorry. More posts will come later tonight depending on how things go. Deeply sorry for the poor spelling in this post, I just wanted to push at least one update out before i left.

>>160154

Hey fluffysnail, was getting caught part of our plan? >>160136

>>160207

No

>>160153

>You look upon the throne's occupant and see a demon woman with bright purple skin, black sclera and red eyes. Her straight hair is shiny and black, and so long it draped gracefully down the side of the throne like flowing water. Growing out of her forehead are two violent looking black curved horns that hug her head tightly. She's lounging in the seat sideways with her legs stretched over the armrest in a casual and seductive pose. She wears a flowing silken black dress, accented with gold trimming and embroidery. The skirt has a slit down the left front side that allowed a long shapely leg to be completely exposed at all times. The dress is low cut, allowing her huge bust to spill out the top unabashedly, and jiggle obscenely with every breath. Her neck, wrists and fingers are clad in an obscene amount of golden jewelry studded with a rainbow of different gems. Upon her head rests a crown of black metallic material with menacing spikes, making it look like a crown of thorns. Embedded in the center of the crown is an arrangement of deep red sparkling gems in the shape of an eight pointed star.

>She opens her mouth and speaks in a shockingly authoritative but incredibly sultry voice, "…Thank you Naomi, you and your regiment may leave and relax for the night."

>The bug guards suddenly let go of you and your companions and file neatly out of the room, but as the doors shut behind them Naomi remains.

>"…Hmm? Naomi dear, I said you are dismissed." The woman says amused.

>"I will refuse to allow these criminals alone with you my Ladyship, we found them armed and dangerous. Four more guards burst in struggling to carry your weapons inside, lying them carefully at the Queen's feet. The insect-like guards rub the lower backs of their upper human-like bodies, their faces grimacing in discomfort. They quickly regain their composure and skitter out of the room quickly.

>The Queen watches the guards leave with disdain, and slowly lifts her legs and swings them to the floor, getting up gracefully at her own pace as if every movement she made was a show. As she stands up, large bat-like wings unfurl from her lower back, and a spaded tail whips back and forth from behind her hourglass hips. She walks with magnificent poise around your group and stands before the lizard guard with her hand on her hip. "Very well Naomi, if you doubt your own Queen's strength so much, you may stay." She smirks and cocks an eyebrow.

>Naomi visibly twitches nervously, "That was not my intention my Ladyship, I-I-"

>She's interrupted as a violet finger presses against her lips, "Go to the bar, relax. That's an order soldier." She begins walking back around to the front of your group, stopping in front of your wife, who looks at her with a neutral expression. "I wish to dole out their punishment in private."

>The lizard woman bows quickly as her face turns red, "A-As you wish ma'am, I beg you my leave." She quickly ducks out of the door, slamming it before her."

>The Queen lets out an exasperated sigh, "I thought she would never leave, honestly that girl has sand up her snatch." Her regal tone faltering before returning just as quickly, "Besides, I don't need help disciplining my own daughter now, do I, my precious little Magdalene?" She softly caresses your wife's cheek, her sharp fingernails harmlessly tracing her skin.

>>160237

I saw this coming way back when Mags was talking about her home and said "M- the Queen"

I hope she doesn't hurt anyone in the party, Maggie probably wouldn't appreciate us killing her mom in a fit of berserker rage

>>160240

I saw that coming from back then too.

But I think that the queen of a monster city would have enough tact to not harm the party.

now the real question is; will this spark anonson to establish MSF?

>>160246

>>160246

Monsters sans Frontier?

>>160257

Yes, for when the world calls for wetwork, they will answer.

>>160210

>Your wife remains stoic and says nothing, you feel Becky cling onto your legs from behind, shivering in fear.

>Questions begin reeling through your head, your wife's mother is the Queen of monsters!? But you dare not say anything in this delicate situation. You look over at Kenneth for some kind of help or guidance, but only see him give you a nervous smile and a slight shrug.

>"Now… I'm sure you remember why you were exiled in the first place Maggie." She grips Magdalene's chin in her fingers, "I'm afraid I cannot give you a lighter senten-"

>"I have information about the human capital!" Magdalene blurts out. "I-In fact… my companions are wanted by Duskbreach for heresy and murder of several PaIadins… they face death if they are caught by them."

>Her mother raises an eyebrow and smiles mischievously, "And how am I to believe this cripple and this runty boy have slain warriors that have reduced our best soldiers and the most vicious slavers into pulp?"

>They're NOT…" Magdalene exhales and breathes deeply, calming herself before pointing besides you. "…Kenneth there is a Knight, and veteran of the Duskbreach military. He's survived civil wars between his own people. This young tengu is Becky, we… adopted her, after her mom… ran into a PaIadin, whom we survived the encounter with. And… and…" Magdalene starts breathing heavily and shaking. "…This is…" She nervously points to you.

>You grab your wife's hand firmly, and pull her close to you. Standing proud and firmly, you speak in a calm assertive voice, "My name is Anonson, and-"

>The Queen jerks her head towards you and stares blankly for a moment, before walking aggressively towards you, stopping mere inches from your face. Her eyes glare intensely into yours with a look that could melt stone. She's actually a half a head shorter than you, but she stands like a giant and exudes raw power and charisma that makes the difference in height negligible, "Not only do you act so familiarly with my daughter, but you have the GALL to speak to ME when I have not even given you permission to so much LOOK AT ME!!! Who does this mere 'human boy' think he is!?"

>You do not flinch or falter, "I am the husband of your daughter." You raise Magdalene's hand, showing her ring to her mother, lifting your own ringed hand up beside it.

>Magdalene falls into your arms, hugging you dearly. The Queen merely steps back in shock, staring at you in disbelief. She stumbles back into her throne and collapses into it.

>The older human slave slowly picks up his head and walks over to her side, tenderly grasping her hand before whispering something into her ear.

>After Maggie calms down, she picks her head of and looks at her mother while still holding on to you.

>"Daughter… please tell me honestly… is what this boy says the truth?" She asks nervously.

>Magdalene looks up at you, and then back towards her mother, "Yes, I am Anonson's wife. We vowed to the heavens that our love for each other would be eternal."

>The older slave smiles slightly, but The Queen looks absolutely distraught. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you have caused me, Magdalene? Why do you insist on making my life so difficult?"

>>160276

I guess the older one is her father.

>>160277

Dunno why, but that would give me a shitload of feels

>>160276

>You let go of your wife's hand and stomp up to The Queen's face "You exile your own daughter from her home, toss her out in the harsh wilderness to get intelligence from deep enemy territory where your own soldiers haven't survived, and you act like she's wronged YOU!? What the fuck is wrong with you you cruel heartless BITCH!?!? HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT THE HOLY GUARD IS CAPABLE OF!? WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF THEY CAUGHT HER!?!?" You mindlessly scream, spittle flecking onto her face.

>The Queen merely blinks at you, and your heart feels like it drops into your feet. You just insulted the Queen of Monsters. You could already feel the guillotine blade pressing against the back of your neck.

>The room is deathly silent, and when you see her face begin to twitch, you half expect her to fly into a rage. Instead a tear rolls down her cheek as she continues remaining silent. The older slave man reaches over and holds her hand lovingly, "Son, while I won't fault you for standing up for your wife, I'll have to ask you kindly not to speak so cruelly to mine. I assure you, everything my lovely Lily has done is for our little girl's safety, and we've been worried sick the whole time she was gone."

>"Y-you can talk?" You say surprised.

>The man looks at you and smiles, "Of course I can talk boy, though other than you and your friend there, I'm probably the only human around here that can… it's a long story."

>"D-did I say you could s-speak, Herbe- slave?" The Queen, Lily apparently, stammers as she chokes up.

>The older man sighs, "Honey, it's your son-in-law, not a representative. You don't have to be so uptight around your family." He says calmly as he holds her head to his chest, stroking her hair. "Maggie, why don't you come here and give your parents a hug? We've both missed you so terribly.

>You wife walks up to you and wraps her arms around them both, "I-I missed you Mom, Dad."

>"And we missed you too precious. Didn't we darling?" He looks over to Lily and smiles warmly.

>She remains silent and merely responds with a nod.

>You look at all three of them begin missing your own parents, and deeply hope they're okay, despite a gut feeling telling you otherwise. You've been trying not to think about it too much…

>"Well don't just stand there son, join us! We're your family now, aren't we?"

>You hesitantly join the group hug and hold everyone, loosely at first, but you begin enjoying the moment and hold them earnestly.

>"I wanna hug too!" Becky cries before flying behind you and your wife and hugging you both in her wings.

>You all let go sooner than you would have liked, because you feel awkward looking at your mother-in-law after your outburst. "Mrs. Ebonthorn… I'm sorry for speaking so disrespectfully to you, if I can make it up in any way-"

>"I-it's fine… actually I'm happy you did that. You must truly care about my daughter to stand up to me so boldly like that." She smiles sincerely before sighing, "But what my hubby said is true, I was only looking out for the safety of my daughter."

>"I-I don't understand how that was safe for her at all." You say nervously.

>"Well, for one, she met her husband, didn't she?" Lily's husband says with a smirk. "I think we've all had rough start, why don't we relax for now and talk about it after dinner. What do you feel like tonight honey?" He pulls a key from his loincloth and begins unlocking his shackles.

>The Queen smiles lovingly, "You know I love anything you cook snuggle bear."

>He begins walking to door leading to another room, "Alright then, I'll cook your favorite then, since tonight is special. How does that sound?"

>She giggles girlishly, "That sounds fabulous honey."

>>160284

Well shit that went a lot better than expected, I was thinking the monsters were worshipping the false god to and it was just using different methods to control them

>>160278

I think the writer forgot that there was younger slave aswell.

>>160284

wait, so who is the other guy in chains then?

>>160290

ditto.

>>160291

I didn't.

>>160291

Maggie's brother?

>>160296

Didn't maggie say that monsters can't have sons?

unless he is here for her arranged marriage

>>160301

>Didn't maggie say that monsters can't have sons?

If that's so I must have forgotten it

Snail, bruh I think I have whiplash

>>160305

You might be confusing KC canon, Magdalene told Anonson, that only female monsters existed, and they needed male's to live. They never said they couldn't have male children. Because they can.

>>160334

Why? Did I do something wrong?

>>160341

Your name should be made into an MG

>>160341

>>160341

I'm fuckin with ya, it was just how the mood changed. It's good shit keep it up. Keeps people on their toes

inb4 the Holy Guard followed us here

>>160284

>Lily's husband peeks his head out from the door, "Anonson, why don't you help me prepare dinner?

>"Do you want me to help too, Dad?" Magdalene shouts across the room.

>"No, you stay out here and help your Mom get the table ready."

>You chastely kiss your wife on the lips before you entering the door. Inside is a large but homey kitchen that feels out of place in a palace. "Why don't you help me chop up some vegetables, since it'll be safer for you to handle a knife." He smiles wryly at you before rapping his knuckles on your chest plate, "You always wear that or…?"

>You had completely forgotten you're wearing your plate armor you're so used to it already. "O-oh, it's a lot more comfortable than it looks, but it's a pain to take off and back on again." You carefully take your helmet off before realizing the coif is still there and is stuck under your breast plate. You shrug and simply set your helmet aside.

>"I'll bet!" He chuckles before handing you a cutting board with a large knife on it. "We'll be making a dish native to Ebonthorn, it's a simple comfort food, but Lily LOVES it." He hands you an onion, some large peppers, some small squash, and some root vegetables. "Chop up that onion first." He puts some logs into the stove and lights them, before reaching up to a rack and pulling a large pot, setting it over the flame.

>You begin cutting the onion up into evenly small squarish pieces and putting it into a pile.

>"Hey, you're pretty good!" He says as he pours water carefully into the pot. "You cook a lot?"

>"They made younger squires cut vegetables for the castle's chefs to use. Basically chores that taught us how to respect bladed tools…" You say wistfully, remembering the simpler times back home.

>He sees your expression and remains silent for a bit as he scoops rice into the pot. "Want know how I learned to cook?"

>"Sure… I don't think I caught your name?"

>"Herbert."

>"Herbert. How did you learn how to cook?"

>"By eating Lily's cooking." He chuckles. "Desperate, I tried cooking my own meal so I could keep it down for once, and my wife ended up liking my cooking so much, she got me a few cookbooks." He points to a large bookshelf literally crammed full with books. The wooden boards are actually buckling to hold them all in.

>The pot slowly begins boiling, prompting him to cover it with a lid and sliding it partially away from the heat. He grabs a cast iron pan and places it directly over the fire. "Alright, let me help you chop up the rest of those vegetables."

>>160565

>You both set to work cutting the vegetables into uniformly sized chunks. With both of you at it, the work is over quickly.

>"Your daughter cooked for me a few times, she's really good."

>"Her mother was busy all the time, so she spent a lot of her childhood around me. I taught her everything I knew about cooking. And when you can't leave your home, you learn to appreciate the joys in little things like that." Herbert pours some oil into the pan before scooping the onions in. "Do you like to read Anonson?

>"I-I guess so? I mean they made all squires learn to read so we could read the Book of Light so…"

>He gives you an odd look, "Surprised anyone would need to be 'made' to read, but I guess it's not everyone's cup of tea… I wasn't aware humans were followers of the Light though, that's surprising."

>"I was surprised as well when I found out monsters worshiped the God of Light too myself, actually. We were always taught monsters were mindless godless beings."

>Herbert grimaces, "Well, now a days that's not too far off. Not many monsters worship any more. The temple is kept around out of respect, but no one really sees it as more than a loose collection of zealots doing fancy ceremonies anymore. Monsters generally find it too outdated and restricting during the present day. Magdalene is still a follower, as am I. Lily… used to, but she had to stop visiting the temple, it was… harming her public image." He frowns as he slides the rest of the vegetables into the pan.

>"But she's the Queen? Why can't she do what she wants? I mean, that's essentially the humans' Holy King's power…"

>"Ah but monsters are different, they don't like being told what to do, by anyone. Yes, they used to be ruled under the most physically powerful monster in antiquity but that was out of necessity of survival. Today the Queen is more of a figurehead and mediator of the Circle." He slowly drizzles honey over the sizzling vegetables, "She still has command over the military and guard, but she can't do everything she wants without answering to representatives of the people. This way monsters feel their own interests are forced to be addressed, making our leaders, in the public eye at least, more like servants of the people."

>You recall Magdalene telling this to you a while ago, but it feels like it was a long time.

>"We're almost done with dinner…" He grabs several bottles of spice off a rack on the wall and begins pouring them in quickly with metered precision. "Just some…" He grabs a jug and pours in a white creamy liquid before stirring it all together. The pan is filled with a reddish brown creamy colored sauce filled with vegetables. "Just need to let it simmer for a few minutes, and it's done!"

>Hebert takes the pot off of the stove completely and sets it on the counter, removing the lid. The rice inside had fluffed up, filling most of the pot. "Could you grab me seven bowls Anonson? They're in the far cabinet."

>You go to the cabinet he pointed to and grab a stack of black wooden bowls, and bring them over next to the pot of rice.

>"Now we just fill these bowls up about two thirds of the way with rice… I'll fill one half way, Lily likes extra sauce in hers." You both scoop rice into the bowls, the ones you fill are a bit lopsided and messy, but the ones Herbert filled formed perfect round mounds. "I guess I just have more practice." He chuckles lightheartedly as he begins scooping the sauce over all of the bowls of rice, scooping much more over The Queen's bowl. "Dinner is ready then, help me carry the bowls out?"

>>160566

Good work, writefag, you made me hungry.