Nobody's Hero: A Monster Girl Harem Adventure Page 2

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  Phia looked at Brune’s hulking form as the carriage trundled along the forest road. Clouds covered the half-moon, but Phia’s night vision was as good as a cat’s.

  She yawned. Carriage rides made her sleepy, to begin with. But she was also exhausted after the ordeal of the past 10 days. Running through farmers’ fields. Sleeping in barns. Scavenging berries. Constantly in fear that the wicked man she’d escaped from would hunt her down.

  When she’d finally stumbled upon the muddy village—cold, scared, and lonely—she thought some kind person might help her. Instead, the women swarmed her, pulling her tail and ears.

  Then they dragged her into a shack and stripped her naked.

  Seeing she was a virgin, they shrieked and cackled and clapped their hands, dragging her back into the dirty street. The men gathered around, leering at Phia’s body and licking their lips.

  But a crone swatted them with her cane. “An offering for the wolf!” she crooned. “A sacrifice! Better this demi-human than our daughters. Or would any of you offer your own daughters in her stead?”

  Phia realized she was sniffling and crying on the elf’s cloak. She hastily wiped her eyes, hoping no one had noticed, but the elf scooted over and put an arm around her.

  “Don’t cry, Honey. You’re safe now.”

  Phia stared at the back of the front seat, paralyzed by shyness.

  Oh, my gods! Her arm is around me! What do I do?

  The elf made her nervous. Not only was she a female adventurer. She was also drop-dead beautiful. And the way she bantered with Mr. Hargish! Jesting and flirting with him like it was nothing.

  She’s exactly what I’ve always wanted to be!

  “I’m Endellion,” the elf said.

  Phia sniffled. “I’m Phia... But you already knew that.” She laughed nervously.

  “That’s okay,” Endellion hummed. Her fingers gently brushed a tear from the cat girl’s cheek.

  Phia shivered. I hope she pets me again. A moment later, Endellion’s hand left Phia’s shoulder and stroked her hair.

  The cat girl whimpered contentedly. Endellion brought her nails into it, scratching around Phia’s fluffy ears. Phia’s eyes fluttered shut, and a smile spread over her face.

  An hour earlier, she’d been in hell. But this was heaven. What could be better than being rescued by actual adventurers and escorted back home?

  But a vague misgiving was nagging the back of her mind. It was probably nothing.

  “So… you said the Sisters of Feron sent you to find me… right?”

  Endellion smiled. “Right.”

  Brune coughed and shifted in his seat.

  Endellion continued, “They commissioned us through the Adventurer’s Guild. We’re taking you back to them.”

  Phia sat up straight and looked at her. “To the temple at Bambioch?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  “Oh! Thank goodness!” Phia threw herself onto Endellion. Her arm found its way out of the cloak and hugged the elf’s waist. Endellion patted her head.

  Phia nestled onto Endellion’s breast. Finally, she felt safe again.

  Closing her eyes, her sleepy thoughts went back to when Mr. Hargish was carrying her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. How she’d hated him for that! It was unspeakably callous!

  And yet… what made it so infuriating was the fact that she had actually kind of enjoyed it.

  Being picked up in those powerful hands—And, yes, even being draped so indelicately over his shoulder. She ought not to have liked it: that giant muscular hand clutching the back of her bare thighs; her bottom so close to Mr. Hargish’s face, her tail curled awkwardly in the air.

  It was humiliating. But, at the same time…

  She’d felt that tight, twisting pull way down in her stomach. That old feeling. There was only one way she knew of to make it go away. She used to do it late at night when she lived at the temple with the Sisters of Feron; she’d slip out of bed and straddle the arm of the couch in her room. Then she’d rock her body and grind her hips.

  She knew it was naughty; the sisters always told her not to touch herself down there because it was a dirty place.

  That desperate feeling built up so much when Mr. Hargish was carrying her, she could feel the juices running down the insides of her thighs.

  Oh, Gods, I hope he thought that was sweat!

  But that still wasn’t the worst of it.

  The feeling had started even before her rescuer had arrived. It started when the werewolf was dragging its tongue over her thighs and stomach.

  As gross as it was, it made her nipples hard, and she felt her heart beating between her thighs.

  She knew the monster wanted to lick her... down there. How beastly! She’d never imagined someone would want to lick her there—in her dirty place.

  But then, she didn’t understand males.

  I wonder if Mr. Hargish would want to lick me there?

  CHAPTER THREE

  THE PEAK OF Greystone Mountain glowed with the yellow hues of morning. It was a welcome sight because it meant they were getting close to a town: Marmis.

  Brune’s stomach growled. They’d stop in Marmis—get some breakfast, swap the horses, then get back on the road. A journey of at least two days still lay ahead.

  Brune glanced over his shoulder at the women. Phia had almost disappeared into the cloak, which was also draped around Endellion like a blanket. Phia nestled her head on the top of Endellion’s boob, while Endellion used Phia’s head as a pillow.

  Brune grimaced. Why get attached to the girl? It would just make things harder.

  And, for that matter, why mislead her? He didn’t care for Endellion when she lied like that. Not that he considered himself any less of a scoundrel. It just seemed unnecessarily cruel to build up the girl’s hopes.

  They arrived in town about 30 minutes later. Brune pulled into the livery stables at the Greybeard Inn. He liked their breakfasts.

  “Hargish,” Endellion said in a soft voice. “Look at this.”

  He turned and gave her a grumpy look. “What?”

  Endellion pointed at the top of Phia’s head. “Look.”

  The elf gently pulled the cloak away from Phia’s face. The cat girl was blissfully asleep. Her mouth hung open with a funny little smile, and one of her fangs poked out.

  Brune shook his head. “So what. Come on. Let’s–”

  “Shhhh. Listen,” Endellion whispered. “She’s purring.”

  Phia was, indeed, purring as if a little motor was running inside her.

  Brune rolled his eyes and got up. “Yeah, I hear it.”

  Phia’s purring was so audible that he’d even heard it while he was driving. At first, he’d wondered if something got caught in the wheels.

  Brune climbed down from the carriage and knocked on the side. “Up! Let’s go.”

  Phia’s eyes popped open and rolled around. Then her head receded into the cloak as she yawned and stretched.

  “Where are we?”

  Endellion patted her head. “We’re stopping at an inn for breakfast.”

  “Breakfast!” Phia exclaimed, as if eating breakfast at an inn was the most exciting thing in the world.

  “You two go to the inn,” Brune said. “I’ll meet you there.”

  Phia stood up and shambled to the edge, nearly tripping on the cloak.

  Turning around and taking hold of the railing, she looked over her shoulder at Brune. “I might need your hand,” she said in a girlish voice.

  Brune nodded and stepped closer.

  This carriage had one ladder-like step, followed by a long drop to the ground. The lower part of Phia’s right leg emerged from the cloak as she lowered herself onto the step. Brune’s eye was drawn to her bare calf.

  The cloak inched farther up as she lowered herself again, wiggling her left foot around in search of the ground. She was a long way off. Brune watched the fabric ride up past the back of her knee.

  “Here,” he said, extending his hand.

  Phia let go of the railing and turned towards Brune but suddenly shrieked and lurched back towards the railing.

  “I’m caught on something!”

  Her foot scrambled to find the step while her little hand grasped for the rail. This completely put her off-kilter, and gravity left her no choice but to take the plunge.

  Phia fell, left leg first. The top half of her body disappeared into the cloak while her lower body slid out.

  Her arms and head lost inside the cloak, Phia stood with her left tip-toe on the ground and her other foot high on the step. The cloak pulled her body forward so that her ass was sticking out—and the skimpy scarf around her waist had ridden all the way up. Her tail pointed into the air in agitation.

  In short, everything was showing. Every. Thing.

  “Holy fuck,” Brune grunted out loud, staring with his mouth opened. Blood rushed into his cock so fast it almost made him dizzy.

  Phia screamed. Her right leg came down from the step as her body squirmed inside the cloak.

  Endellion fussed in the carriage: “Here, let me see. Oh, dear; you’re caught on the ladder. You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you Hargish?”

  She wasn’t wrong.

  Phia stood there on tip-toe, her knees awkwardly pointing inwards as her hand shot down and frantically pulled the scarf over her privates.

  Grinding his teeth and clenching his fists, Brune didn’t know what he was going to do first, punch a hole in the carriage or have a stroke.

  Gods damn. Her ass deserves its own fucking temple.

  He caught Endellion smirking at him.

  “Don’t just stand there gawking,” she said. “You need to lift her up.”

  Gawking?

  Suddenly realizing that others might gawk too, Brune moved behind Phia and tried to pull the cloak over her ass. He shot fiery glances around the street and the stables. Luckily, no one was standing around looking. It may not have ended well for any oglers.

  Unable to pull the cloak down, Brune grabbed Phia by the waist and lifted her back onto the step.

  “There!” Endellion said. “Got it.”

  Brune lifted the cat girl again and set her gently on the ground.

  Phia wrapped herself in the cloak and looked down so that her hair fell over her face.

  “Sorry about that,” Brune said. “Those steps can be tricky.”

  “Oh, you’ve got my cloak all muddy,” Endellion said as she hopped down from the carriage.

  “I’m sorry, Endellion,” Phia said, trying to gather up the cloak.

  “We need to get her something to wear. She can’t go around like this.”

  Brune frowned at the cloak. “You’re right. Get back in.”

  He drove down the main street until they found a ladies’ clothing store.

  A bespectacled seamstress greeted them. “Welcome,” she said, sizing up Phia. “Something for the girl, I take it? Come here, dear. Let me see you.” She opened Phia’s cloak and then quickly closed it.

  “I see your predicament. Let’s find you something to wear, shall we? Come over here behind the curtain, dear. I’ll bring some things to try on.”

  Endellion leaned against Brune as the seamstress led Phia away. “Poor Hargish,” she breathed, pursing her lips. “He doesn’t get to watch Phia try on clothes. No boys allowed.”

  She grinned and ran her hand up his thigh, leaning into him so that her armored bralette pressed against his ribs. “Jealous?”

  Brune smirked. “No.” His eyes wandered over the dresses, bras, stockings, and panties.

  “Really? What’s this then?” She groped his cock.

  Brune snatched her gloved hand, twisted it around her back, and thrust her against him. Endellion threw her head back as Brune grabbed her jaw and looked at her lips. Her body had gone so limp that she would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t held her up.

  That was the game she liked to play. He’d gotten to know it well over the weeks since they’d partnered up. Endellion liked to taunt and provoke him until he overpowered her by force.

  On one occasion, she even started a physical argument, shoving and hitting him until he finally gave her what she wanted: a stinging slap across the face.

  That was Endellion’s idea of foreplay. It ended with her sucking his cock and whining for him to fuck her.

  Brune fisted her hair, pulled her head back, and took her upper lip in his teeth.

  Endellion moaned.

  “Pardon me,” the seamstress said disapprovingly, having emerged from the back. “Now, then. Let’s see…” She walked over to a rack of frumpy dresses.

  “No, no,” Brune said, letting go of Endellion. “Something like this would be good.” He pointed to some flowery summer dresses he’d been eyeing.

  “Certainly,” the seamstress said with a bow. “Now, will I be tailoring the dress...to accommodate the tail? I’ll need about three hours as I’m fairly swamped with–”

  “No,” Brune said. “That won’t be necessary.”

  Then he turned back to the elf and muttered: “Come outside for a second.”

  Endellion followed him into the street.

  “Why did you lie to her?” Brune said.

  Endellion smiled coyly. “You mean letting her think we’re taking her back to the sisters?”

  Brune glowered, but Endellion didn’t flinch.

  “I didn’t lie,” she said. “I just allowed her to believe what she wanted to believe.”

  “I don’t care what you call it. It just seems vindictive. I don’t see the point.”

  “It would be crueler if we’d told her the truth right away,” Endellion said. “Things would have been a lot uglier that way. This way, she gets to enjoy herself for a few days. Besides, it’s easier for us. We’d have to chain her up and watch her all the time.”

  Brune turned to the carriage, his mind flying back to thoughts of Phia trying on panties.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  THE SMELL OF fresh coffee and bacon greeted Brune at the Greybeard Inn.

  A few heads lifted from their meals to stare at him as he searched for a table. Not that he held it against them. They were just regular rural folks: a table of laborers sipping their mid-morning beers; some merchants talking business; children playing by the fireplace. They’d likely spent their whole lives in Marmis.

  Brune took a table by the window.

  He sighed heavily. On a normal day, a cheerful inn was like an oasis in a desert; it made him forget his troubles for a little while. But not today.

  Can’t keep misleading her like this. I have to tell her.

  Later. After breakfast.

  The longer he waited, the less he felt inclined to disclose the truth. He breathed another whiff of coffee aroma and tried to push it out of his mind.

  Breakfast and coffee. All will be well with breakfast and coffee.

  A middle-aged waitress greeted him—the same one who’d served him before.

  “Good morning,” she said, a twinkle of recognition in her eyes. It probably wasn’t often she served a demi-human who had to crouch to get through the door.

  Brune gave her a friendly smile. “Morning. How are ya?”

  He ordered two Epic Hero Breakfasts and a pot of coffee. The Epic Hero consisted of four pancakes, a cheese omelet, ham, sausage, fried potatoes, a pile of sliced fruit, and toast.

  When the waitress returned with a pot of coffee, Brune watched the steaming brew pouring into his cup. He picked it up and took a deep whiff.

  Order is restored.

  A few soothing sips of black coffee put him at ease. Until Endellion and Phia sashayed into the diner, smashing his fragile peace of mind.

  The table of merchants fell silent. The laborers lowered their beers and turned their heads. A child dropped his toy and toddled towards the women.

  Phia glowed in her new summer dress. It hugged her waist tightly and then puffed out to hang loosely around her thighs. Her pert breasts strained beneath the fabric, which came together with three buttons and revealed only a teasing hint of cleavage.

  The seamstress must have taken pity and provided a sponge bath. Phia’s skin beamed, and her still-damp hair shone and wafted a scent like freshly cut flowers.

  Brune sipped his coffee, feigning indifference.

  Phia took her seat, looking around with big, bright eyes, like a little girl visiting an amusement park for the first time.

  “Wow, I like this place!” she said. “I’ve never been to an inn before.”

  Brune felt something swat his lower leg. Glancing down, he saw Phia’s tail flicking back and forth indiscriminately. She was looking out the window at the horse stables, apparently oblivious to the erratic motions of her tail.

  The waitress came to the table and set down Brune’s order; two plates heaping with food. Endellion ordered a blueberry muffin and orange juice while Phia twisted around in her chair to look at a chalkboard menu on the wall.

  “Let me see...Pancakes; oh, yum. Omelets... Hmm. What did you get, Mr. Hargish?”

  “Epic Hero.”

  Phia smiled at the waitress. “I’ll have the Epic Hero.”

  Brune murmured into his coffee, “I think your eyes are bigger than your stomach.”

  Phia giggled. “We’ll see.”

  Endellion gently scratched Phia behind the ear. The cat girl lifted her chin and shut her eyes, and the goofy smile came to her face again. Brune couldn’t help but laugh.

  “More comfortable now, aren’t you?” Endellion said.

  Phia nodded exuberantly and hugged herself. “I love this dress. Thank you—both of you, for everything.”

  Endellion smiled, her pretty face a perfect mask. Brune swallowed a bite of potatoes and picked up his coffee.

  Cynical bitch.

  The girl was just a mewling kitten to her—a pretty pet to distract her for a few days.

  Phia sat bolt upright when the waitress put the heaping plate down in front of her. Leaning over the food, she made a circular motion with her head, taking a big sniff.

  “Mmm... Smells yummy.”

  Her tail thrashed around under the table.

  “Oh!” She waved at the waitress. “Excuse me. Sorry. Could I have a cup of warm milk, please?”