Monstrous Horizons Chapter 10 (Patreon)

“I can’t believe it, Sam.” Tar leaned back after I told the tale of my charge into the sandworm’s tunnel.

Frank was shaking his head. “That’s insane. I can’t believe you survived that.”

Of course the version I told them was missing a few things. Mainly Charlotte.

Instead, Sylvia and I worked together to dig me out at a spot down the tunnel that I felt was closer to the surface.

“At least I got the men back that’s the important part.” I let myself enjoy a moment of heroics.

However, both of them seemed unable to give me that moment. “We lost men Sam.”

“No.” Dread filled my gut. “Did they die in the collapse?”

“What? No. Those thirteen men you saved are fine. We lost twenty others though, the lamia came over the wall and followed the storm out.” Tar hurried to correct the misunderstanding.

I breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”

“Sam, does she really need to be here?” Frank’s eyes pointed over my shoulder.

I didn’t have to look to know he was talking about Sylvia; she waited in the corner quietly. “She doesn’t need to be here. But she’s also earned my trust and quite helpful.”

“Sylvia, those lamia that went with the storm, where would they go?”

“Master, they would ride the storm out and head to a smaller oasis… can I approach the map?”

“Go ahead.” I waved her forward.

“About here. There’s a decent sized oasis and well outside range for you all to attack them. They’ll recoup there and then made for Verdant.” Her finger traced down to where Verdant had been added to the map.

“That’s a massive oasis?” Tar asked.

“More like the head of a river, a massive underground river comes to the surface there and pools in a large lake before continuing south here.” Her finger snaked along the map. “I can draw it if you want?”

“Sure.” I gave her a quill and inkpot.

“Sam, you can’t have her just modifying our intelligence.” Frank tried to argue, but I forestalled him with a hand.

“She has more experience traveling than any of us. I saw her break the sound barrier, there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s seen most of this for herself.”

“Sound barrier?” They all said at once.

I blinked, realizing I’d spoken of something they didn’t know. I quickly made up something that sounded plausible. “It’s purely theory for air sorcery, a spell that can move faster than sound, therefor making sound but you don’t hear it till after the spell hits. I’m pretty sure she was flying with the same effect.”

They nodded and I let out a sigh of relief in my head only to catch Sylvia wink at me.

“Thank you Master, as always, your wisdom is deep. Here is the… Manhood River.” She drew out a river from the lake that Verdant was built around.

With the lake that was Verdant, then the trailing river that made a sort of mushroom shape, I could see it.

I groaned and rubbed my face. “Is that what it is really called?”

“Yes Master, there is very little on a monster girl’s mind and you can’t deny the resemblance.”

Frank’s jaw was open, and Tar was struggling not to laugh.

“So the men that were taken would be on their way to Verdant right now, can we intercept them?”

“Maybe, master, but I’d be very tired from such a flight and I’m unwilling to let you fight several dozen lamia by yourself.”

I eyed her, looked for alternative motives, but Tar spoke up.

“I like her. She might actually keep you from running headlong down a monster girl tunnel next time.”

“Yes, I’d love to have been there to prevent my master from doing something so reckless.” Sylvia nodded rapidly.

Who’s side are you on, Sylvia!

“Enough of that. If we sent some people to Verdant would we be able to free our men?” I looked at the city of monster girls wondering what it would be like and also knowing I had another reason to visit.

Cleo might hold some answers for how curses worked that could help me solve the problem of monster girl children.

Sylvia frowned. “Anyone you send there needs to be strong enough to defend themselves from a number of monster girls. Many of my people would take advantage of a group of men.”

“Now hold on.” Frank slapped his hands on the table. “You can’t really be thinking of going down there. No one has been able to even scout that far.”

“Sylvia is my secret weapon.”

Her face turned bright pink, and she looked away to hide it.

“We have prisoners from the attack?” I asked Tar.

“Eighteen in total, five lamia and thirteen scorpia.” He answered.

“Do you think your people would honor a prisoner exchange?” I ask Sylvia.

“Maybe. You’d have to talk to their tribe leaders for that. Pelladonis for the scorpia and Apep or Urea for the lamia… Master, you don’t want to meet with Apep.”

Right, she’d turn me into a slobbering slave. “And Urea?”

“Far kinder, but she is often reclusive. I’m unsure if you’d be able to meet with her if you tried.”

I grit my teeth; I had to try. Reaching out for something like this and establishing a rapport would be the first step in trying to simmer down the tension between both groups. “Tar, get a runner ready for Khopesh. I want a delivery there and back by morning.”

“Sam.” His tone was warning.

“Don’t worry. I’m just going to send Duke Finster a letter asking for permission to go on a rescue mission with the option to do a prisoner exchange.”

“But Finster hates you.” Frank butted in before his eyes opened wide in realization.

I smirked. “Hates me enough to let me go on a suicide mission? I think so.”

“Dammit Sam, with her and now this idea, you know there’s going to be a mind mage here when you get back to rifle through your every thought, right?”

“I’ll be ready. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a letter to go pen. Tar, have the runner at my office in ten minutes.” The mind mage was a risk, but the original Sam had been trained for that sort of thing in the event he was ever captured. I’d have to relearn some of it, but I was at least capable of fooling one if I practiced.

“I don’t like this, Sam.” Tar and Frank shared a look I couldn’t quite decipher. “But if you think this is the best option, we’re behind you. Just come back.” He turned to Sylvia. “And you best keep our boy safe.”

“Yes Major.” Sylvia snapped a salute that made her chest sway, and I had a hard time taking her seriously.

“Fine, I’ll be back in my office.” I stood and marched out with Sylvia right on my heel.

She hovered behind me till we got to my office, and she asked. “Master, are we really going to Verdant?”

“Yes, we are. Tomorrow. Tonight I have a promise to keep to a certain good air elemental.”

She sucked in a sharp, hopeful breath. I looked back at the beautiful monster girl. She had stormy blue eyes and pale skin only marred by the black binding around her neck. She only looked more lovely wearing a thin white dress belted at her hips.

“Now bend over I need a flat surface to write on.” I was cautious here, fairly sure I’d seen the signs, but I didn’t want to start with anything too much. I didn’t know. Maybe there was some large taboo I was about to cross.

Sylvia did it, bending at the waist and making her back as flat as possible. “Master?”

“Tables don’t talk.” I swat her on the ass.

I took a piece of parchment, quill and inkpot, carefully laying each on her back. “Good girl. Do you want me to use you?”

But she didn’t respond. She was doing well.

I squared away the tools for writing and penned a quick letter to Duke Finster. I’d read about him in Sam’s journals. I also didn’t want to get too fancy and make a misstep that Sam wouldn’t.

My hand wandered to Sylvia’s pump rear and stroked it while I traced the cleft through her dress down to her sex, which was already putting off a damp warmth. I hadn’t been mistaken.

“Hmm, what to write?” I pondered aloud while teasing my little air elemental.

She shivered as I dipped my finger ever so slightly into her sex.

I pulled away my wandering hand. “Bad girl.” Swat. “Stay still.”

She tensed up under the paper, and I let myself smirk.

I did actually need to write this letter before I enjoyed my Sylvia. “Dear Duke…”

Sylvia fidgeted twice as my pen tickled her back, both times earning her a swat on the rear.

Finally, I lit a candle and dripped wax on it and then played with Sylvia, dripping a few drops of hot wax on the back of her neck. It wouldn’t hurt her, but would test her ability to hold still.

“Does someone like being used?” I whispered into her ear just as someone interrupted us with a knock.

“Colonel. Major Smith sent me to pick up a letter.”

“Yes, one second.” I picked up the paper, branding my seal in the still warm wax, and left the rest on Sylvia’s back. “Here it is.” I opened the door, not caring if he saw Sylvia. Truly I was in the way, but she didn’t know that.

“Yes. Sir.” He snapped a salute before carrying the letter off.

“Now where were we?” I stepped over to Sylvia and slowly picked one item after the other off her back and back onto my desk. “Kneel.”

Sylvia relaxed her back and almost fell into a kneeling position.

“You were good. Did you get tired?” I stroked her head.

She nodded but didn’t speak, only opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out like a dog.

“Since you were such a good girl, I guess I could give you your treat.” I unbuckled my pants and let them slide to the ground.

Cupping Sylvia’s cheek, I felt around her neck where the binding was as I teased her lips with the head of my cock.

She parted her lips with a wet smack and took it, happily cooing as she sucked it deeper. Sylvia slathered my cock as air current brushed up against everything, drawing the most delicate of pleasure from my tip to my balls.

Gripping her soft gray hair in my hands, I rocked into her face.

She really was amazing, different from Charlotte, who was all slick constriction. Sylvia was creating air currents in her mouth that rushed over every sensitive nerve, lighting them up continuously, dragging me down into a torrent of endless pleasure.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you, my little minx?” I savored her efforts for just another moment before pulling back.

She pouted and looked back at my cock, licking her lips.

“Go bend over the desk.”

There was a whirl of wind and she was there in an instant, bent over, hiking up her dress and showing off her glistening, hairless sex.

If there was any doubt that this was what she wanted, it evaporated in that instant.

I stepped up behind her and wasn’t about to stall any longer. Already pent up, I sank myself in to the hilt in a single stroke. “That feels amazing.” I shuddered as her sex sucked at my cock till our skin pressed together in an airtight seal.

“Yes master, fill me with your huge cock.” Sylvia moaned.

I looped my fingers in her hair and used it for leverage, rocking myself out and using her hair to pull her back onto me.

She felt amazing as her sex worked my cock like she was sucking on a pipe on the way in, drawing me as deep as she could, only to blow a breeze out on the backstroke that tickled my balls and base.

Her sex was this airy, tight vortex of tantalizing current as it drew my cock to new heights of pleasure.

“Master just leave it in, I’ll take care of everything.”

I could only grunt in response as my nerves were lighting up like fireworks on forth of July. She worked my cock while I leaned over her and cupped her breasts, playing with them and enjoying their softness in a weak attempt to ground myself from going to higher and higher peaks of pleasure under the ministrations of her sex.

It was unbelievable what she was doing down there.

As much as I was rising in pleasure, Sylvia was starting to pant and moan. I could practically hear the scream bubbling up inside of her as she was sucking me to my own ecstasy.

I fumbled around the desk and got hold of a book before shoving it in Sylvia’s mouth.

That did it. Her sex went wild as a hurricane of pleasure swirled around my cock, and I lost it. Bracing on her hips for stability, I emptied myself into her entirely. It felt like wind tickled and coaxed my balls till their last drop.

My seed set off her own pleasure as she arched her back and muffled an orgasmic scream into the book.

If someone was walking by, they might have heard it. But I didn’t care as I slumped on top of her, pinning her to my desk with a dopey smile.

I felt completely and utterly spent, even as she wiggled her ass into me and her sex swirled, trying to coax my cock back to life.

Then I remembered Charlotte’s secretions and how they used life magic to heal everything, even my refractory period. A small tweak of my own life sorcery and I could feel myself rally.

I wonder if I could tire out a monster girl like Sylvia.