1 Prologue

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Lily: Cowgirl

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My heart pounded hard against my ribcage, as if my chest was about to explode. With how much blood was pumping down to my throbbing and swollen red dick, this was hardly surprising. The surface of my skin was hot and soaked with sweat. I was lying on a full-size bed in an extravagant room that was quickly filling up with heat and a scent that acted as an aphrodisiac.

Hovering above me was a woman completely different from me not just in looks, but species, too. The female Hobgoblin, too, was soaked with sweat, covering the majority of her grayish-green skin in a glistening sheen. Her body flexed and bulged with strong, lean muscles on an hourglass frame. Watermelon-sized tits with darker green areolas and engorged nipples rested on my chest, but that wasn't what caught my attention the most. It was her eyes. Though they were golden-yellow with black scleras that could only be described as monstrous, demonic even, they were filled with a mix of lust, affection, warmth, and longing. Then there was her warm, tight-lipped smile hiding ravenous pointy teeth behind it. Last but not least, large, pointed green ears that almost resembled a chihuahua's in shape and proportion poked out from the beautiful, long, black locks spilling over her shoulder. Not only was I in awe of her monstrous shape, but also that she grew into this figure at a speed no human could ever hope to match.

"Chris ready? Lily will take charge now, make Chris' big cock feel really good with Lily's tight little pussy," she said in a language unfamiliar to people from my home, still not letting go of her habit of referring to herself in third person, though I have to admit that it's one of her cuter aspects.

I reached down and copped a feel of Lily's large, firm, green ass, eliciting a delighted gasp from her before she gave into a fit of cute giggles.

"I'm ready. Take my dick and go wild with it, Lily," I answered to her, almost like a command.

Lily positioned herself over the head of my dick, keeping it aligned and pointing upward with one hand, the pupils in her yellow eyes dilating as they fogged over with lust. Slowly she lowered herself, swallowing my erection with a pussy that dripped with various fluids from the other orgasms we had already enjoyed tonight. Our concoction acted as an efficient lubricant as her sex spread itself wide to gobble up all of my cock inside her. The incredible tightness, warmth, and wetness of her insides threw me for a loop. My hands were still on her ass cheeks, and I began gripping them more tightly due to the ecstasy I was experiencing, which elicited euphoric grunts from my sexy green woman.

"Ahh … Chris' delicious cock … inside Lily … so big … Lily splitting in half," Lily moaned as she finally hilted herself fully on top of me.

We both took a moment to savor the sensation of having my sword buried deep inside Lily's sheath as she worked her insides to get a good grip on my erection. Once she was satisfied, she leaned forward, setting her hands on my shoulders for support. With a lusty grin down at me, the green-skinned beauty lifted her hips up only to slam them down on my cock repeatedly in a hard, driving, motion. The sound of my Hobgoblin's ass bouncing on my hips resounded across the room, along with Lily's breathless, excited pants as she stared at me hungrily.

Her breasts dangled above me, her motion caused them to sway in front of me, less than an inch away from my face. Each time Lily pulled her hips up she also squeezed down tightly on my shaft, clearly trying to wring my dick of all that I had with her honey pot's hot, tight insides. Whenever I thought I had a momentary rest as she dropped down and paused, she was only switching to milking me using a circular rocking motion with her vice like pussy. Then she'd start all over again, pounding me like a well-oiled machine.

"Lily … do good job pleasing Chris' cock? Lily … make Chris feel good with Lily's pussy?" Lily asked between breaths.

This was her first time being on top, so her rhythm wasn't completely smooth, but I could tell her passion and effort was behind every sheathing and squeezing of my cock. With my hands on her ass, I did what I could to help bounce her on my dick.

"Yeah…right there…you're doing…really good, Lily…you feel fantastic." I managed to grunt between thrusts.

Lily's sweaty face brightened, her joy and heightened excitement upped her cunt's gripping power on my cock as she pounded it even more vigorously, "Ah! Ah! Lily glad! Lily … will be good mate for Chris!"

Lily's pussy was a hot wet furnace fisted around my dick. Every time my cock attempted to force its way inside her honeypot, her tunnel felt too small and tight for me to fit. Yet, somehow it did. Everything about my Hobgoblin's cunt felt as amazing as it did the first time I sheathed my sword inside her.

"I'm happy you're my mate too, Lily," I said contentedly as she finally managed to find my rhythm and I could catch my breath.

"Really?! Chris mean that?!"

I nodded, "I do. I love you so much, Lily."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Lily! Love Chris, too! Lily happy! To meet Chris! Lily want! To be with Chris! Forever and ever!" she squealed in joy between bounces.

Hearing this got me excited enough to put my hips to work, thrusting them up in sync with Lily. I shoved my dick as deep inside her as possible, ramming against her cervix with every thrust.

Groaning, I promised, "We will, Lily! This is only the first night of many we'll spend together from now on! You, me, and many other monster girls having hard, wild sex all night long! So much so that you and all your sister-wives will be walking funny for days!"

"Aaah! Lily cannot wait! Lily … going to cum again!" Lily exclaimed before upping the pace of her bouncing.

I tried to follow along with the Hobgoblin girl's increased pace, making the clash of our bodies more intense, "I'm getting close, too! This is the fourth load, tonight! Get ready, your pussy belongs to me, so make sure it swallows every last drop of my cum!"

"Yes! Yes! Give it to Lily! Give Lily all of Chris' baby goo! Fill Lily up!" she pleaded before putting all focus on pounding on my dick with her hips.

"Here it comes! Take it all! Lily!"

"CHRIIIIIIIISS!"

As with every other climax inside her, Lily reacted with one of her own, completely hilting my cock inside as her body shivered and contracted around me. The muscles in her sheath rippled along my sword inside her, her obedient needy little pussy milking me for every last drop and actually wringing a few extra shots out. The arching of her back as she came hard allowed her perky, extravagant tits to showcase themselves before me. Exotic in their shades of green, I could stare at them for hours and never get tired of the sight.

When our climaxes were over, Lily fell forward, slumping herself on top of me with her tits sandwiched between us. Our bodies were sweatier than before as we gasped for breath, hot, but blissful in the ecstasy of the afterglow. The warmth of her insides and our mixture of sexual fluids was already getting a reaction out of my half-erect cock. Even if it was the fourth time tonight, let alone my lifetime, it was still an amazing experience to behold for a former virgin like myself.

And yet, despite how exhausted I felt, like I was ready to fall asleep right then and there, I felt I still had enough energy for one more round. This was both for the sake of my own pleasure as well as continuing a last-minute experiment I wanted to perform that could benefit both Lily and any other girls in my growing monster girl harem in the long run.

To regain some of my stamina, I slid my hands down Lily's back and copped a feel of her large, bubbly, iron-hard ass, "Hey, Lily. After a short break, you wanna go for one more round before calling it a night?"

"Another round?!" Lily said as she looked up at me with widened eyes.

"I mean, if you're up for it, of course. I won't force you if you're too tired to continue," I said.

"Geez, Lily not know if all humans like this … but Lily not hate this about Chris," Lily said, lowering her eyes seductively while smiling slyly and speaking to my chest, "Lily belong to Chris. Chris can use Lily's body however Chris wants. Lily will follow all of Chris' commands. Lily can barely move legs now, and Lily not sure about cumming again, but Chris can still fuck and spill more seed in Lily's pussy if Chris gives Lily another kiss."

{Ah, so basically I get use her body like a sex doll in exchange for a kiss?} I thought.

"Hmm, that's quite a lot to ask, but I think I can manage one. Come here."

I pulled her up by the ass while Lily wrapped her arms around me before we locked lips, which quickly transitioned into a tongue wrestle. It slowly got my cock still inside her back up and ready for more.

I admit that I've fantasized about this sort of moment with a monster girl for quite some time. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd actually lose my virginity to such a person in real life, especially when it's only been a few days since I first met her. It made me wonder what I had done to be worthy of this moment. Being with someone like this was beyond what I had expected after graduating high school and moving on to a university on Earth.

So, let us rewind the clock a bit. Back about four days prior, to the time when all of this started. Back when I was only expecting another boring day in the remaining moments of my boring high school life.

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"Welcome, people of another world. I welcome you to the Kingdom of Landrew. I am this kingdom's ruler, Omar Renegarn Landrew, and these are my children, Rosalina Francesca Landrew, and Marcus Vincent Landrew," the gaudy and self-important-looking Santa Claus introduced himself to us.

His kids, around our age, stood next to him, both wearing fancy, stuffy garb of the same quality and gaudiness. Including our homeroom teacher, there were 33 of us, carrying backpacks and bags filled with belongings. Instead of our boring homeroom classroom, me and my class ready to launch out of it with our things in tow by the school's bell, we were surrounded by floors, walls, and pillars made out of polished granite or some other stone material. There wasn't a throne that the self-proclaimed king would sit on, but there was a circle with many patterns and unfamiliar characters that I could somehow read beneath our feet.

{Wait ... an unfamiliar kingdom and world. A fancy light show that brought us to a completely different location. Some royals with many soldiers in metal armor gathered around us, and we're in a chamber with a magic, presumably summoning, circle … if this is going where I think is going, then I'm already not liking this development,} I thought after fixing my glasses and silently studying the situation. The rest of my class was talking among themselves in a panic, pointlessly asking questions that none of them had the answers to.

"Now, now, settle down everyone," Omar, the old and fat 'king,' said.

I wasn't kidding earlier when I called him 'Santa Claus'. If we're being picky with details, though, this guy's white beard was straightened and well-groomed, compared to the generic, curly beard that I remembered. This 'Santa Claus' also didn't have the rosy cheeks and nose, either. His garb, which included a cape, was mostly red velvet silk with white cotton and gold trimmings that I didn't think the man of Christmas himself would have worn. And finally, instead of the signature red cap, Omar was wearing a gold crown. It had many gems and diamonds embedded in it, dazzling and sparkling under the lighting as if proclaiming to the world, 'I am what makes the men who wear me 'king'! Be grateful that you stand in my glorious presence!'

"I understand that you're all confused and have many questions," Omar continued after my class calmed down, "I will explain everything that you will need to know in a more comfortable room. If you would all follow me."

{Everything we need to know, huh? I'll be holding you to that,} I thought.

There wasn't much we could do, and the soldiers surrounding us with armor and weapons gave the impression that we didn't really have any other choice, no matter how pleasant this 'king' was being, so we all followed Omar's lead. The royal family led the way out of the summoning chamber and down a long hall while their guards directed us after them in an orderly fashion. Aside from a few hushed whispers about how hot the prince and princess looked, the class was mostly quiet and occupied taking in the foreign scenery around us. The floors, ceiling, walls, and pillars in the hall were made of polished stone, save one wall that was all glass and overlooked a very wide span of unfamiliar land. The large city that surrounded the castle below us bustled with activity and peacefulness like it was any other day. Beyond the city's borders, lined by a great wall, were lots of different swaths of greenery, from open plains to dense forests. Some parts of other towns and villages could even be distinguished in the distance.

What stood out the most, though, weren't the large mountains or drastic change of environment, but the contours of another castle. Specifically, the figures moving around said castle in the air. I could barely make them out, like ants on a sidewalk. I had to squint my eyes and fix my glasses to get a better look, but I couldn't make out any of the details. The reason they stood out to me, however, was because of streams of what looked like flames that were spewing out of their maws in different colors as they battled in ways that would likely terrify modern dogfighters.

{Yeah, I don't know of any flying animals aside from fictional dragons and maybe wyverns that are able to breathe fire like that. If they're either of those mythical creatures, then we are definitely not on Earth anymore,} I concluded, {I would probably be psyched about this development under different circumstances, but I can't relax just yet. Forcibly dragging our asses here from another world through some magical method, I'm far too familiar with this setting from Japanese media to not figure out what Omar will want from us. While I'd rather ask my questions now, I may not be in a position to make demands out of the blue with all these guards around us. They may even suspect me for asking too many questions, too. I'll just have to play along and quietly observe like always.}

Minutes later, we reached what looked like a banquet hall with a number of taxidermic trophies of unfamiliar, dangerous creatures, decorative weapons, and unlit torches hanging along the walls. The biggest eye-catcher in the hall would have to be the large glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling by chains that was providing all the light. Underneath it, long tables and chairs were arranged lengthwise throughout the room. All save one that was perpendicular to the rest on a stage at the end, nicely clothed and possessing much more grandiose chairs. It wasn't hard to guess where the royals would be sitting. Omar told us to sit anywhere we liked before he and his kids took their seats first. As much as I'd rather sit off in one corner, minding my own business, I needed to sit close enough to hear what was going on. I settled with sitting in the middle of my other classmates, at a table second from the right of five closest to the royals' side.

"Psst. Hey, Chris, you think this is all fucking crazy too?" one of my few friends from school, Tamyra Baker, or 'Tamy' as she'd like to be called, whispered next to me.

To most, she'd be considered a hell of a beauty. Brunette hair with a reddish tint, green eyes, a voluptuous body that carried what may be the largest bust among the girls at school, and a keen fashion sense. You wouldn't be surprised seeing someone like her with a handful of admirers just wishing they could date her, but she had some … complications that made her infamous in the student body. Then again, I wouldn't be friends with this girl myself if I hadn't looked into the history behind those complications.

"Definitely, but let's just lay low for now and see how this plays out," I said softly.

"Now, then, allow me to welcome you all again to my kingdom, the Kingdom of Landrew," Omar started from his throne-like seat, "You may have already realized how different this place is from your home as we made our way over here. That is because this is not the same world that you're familiar with. In this world, that we call Lanka, there are many things that differ from what you're used to. Marcus, would you do the honors for our guests?"

The prince, Marcus Landrew, was different from his father. I couldn't tell you what traits he inherited from him if we're going by resemblance. His hair was red and his eyes were bright green, but unlike the gingers back home, Marcus' skin was impeccably smooth and clean, not a freckle to be seen. Underneath his stuffy, light blue royal jacket and white trousers was a lean physique that starkly contrasted his father's. If someone told me Marcus was adopted into the royal family or that he takes after his mother more, I wouldn't question them in the slightest.

"Yes, Father," the prince replied before standing and pointing an open palm toward one of the unlit torches, "[Blaze]."

Before our very eyes, a small red fireball projected out of Marcus' palm and flew through the air before hitting a torch and lighting it. A collective stunned silence filled the banquet hall as Marcus cast his [Blaze] spell repeatedly and lit up the rest of the torches in the room.

"As you can see, the biggest difference between this world and yours is the existence of skills and magic," Omar continued, "Just as one is able to burn, freeze, or shock objects with magic, they can also do many things by learning and mastering skills. This includes farming, building homes, crafting weapons, wielding swords, and making the most of your bodies' strengths by running, throwing, and lifting!"

Omar then stood from his seat and lifted up the whole large table above his head. This extravagant table, the same one where he and his royal family ate meals as large as feasts on a daily basis, was hoisted by the fat king using only one hand. There wasn't a hint of strain or struggle on his face either.

"I-I was wondering if that fire thing was part of some trick, but …"

"There's no way an old fart with a gut like that could lift something so easily with ease!"

"I don't see any strings for him to make lifting that table possible!" a few of my classmates whispered to each other in a mixture of amazement and wariness.

{Hmm, unlike Marcus' spell, Omar didn't say anything when he lifted that table. Could it perhaps be due to a passive skill?} I thought while recalling the previous RPG games I played back home.

"Excuse me … Your Highness?" our homeroom teacher, Ms. Anna Heatherway, asked with a slight tremble in her voice.

I didn't blame her for behaving so formally after seeing Omar's feat of physical strength. We were basically aliens on foreign land, so it was wise that we be careful of how we speak to him and the locals if we don't want to get into trouble.

Omar gently set the table back down before turning to our teacher, "Yes, Ms. … ?"

"Anna Heatherway, I'm these students' teacher. May I ask a question, Your Highness?" she asked with a tense face and a hand to her bosom.

"Ask away!"

Ms. Heatherway cleared her throat and steeled her nerves, "I think we get the idea that we're not … in our former world now, but why did you bring us here?"

{Here it is, the 'why are we here' question,} I thought, {If this is going where I think it is going, then the next thing Omar will say will be …}

"Ah, yes," Omar started before clearing his throat, "I understand this may be sudden after bringing you all here in such a manner, but we're running low on options and are fresh out of alternatives, with no one else to turn to during these dire times. As the king of this country, I must ask you all, please … become the heroes of this land, help us defeat the Demon King, and win the war against the demons!"

{THERE IT IS!} I yelled in my head, and with that, I immediately came to a decision. Whether or not it was possible for us to get back to our world, I needed to get out of here. I needed to get out of this sudden, unwanted responsibility thrown at us, before I found myself in a life-threatening situation while I was still, mostly, a kid.

If there is one thing I've learned in my life, it's that nothing good comes from doing good for goodness' sake. There is always a price to be paid. In this case, our price for 'helping' Omar winning the war is going back to the world he basically kidnapped us from. This wasn't a request or a plea of help, but a demand. 'You defeat the Demon King for me, and I will return you home,' is basically what Omar was saying, and we don't even have a guarantee that he'll keep his word.

That is why I have no intention of being a 'hero'. Even if my classmates all come to hate me, even if I'll never see my family again, even if I'll never go back to the life I once knew on Earth. I'm not sacrificing myself to help someone else achieve their political agenda. Whether here or back home, I wouldn't fight in some war for some fucked up cause some political leader thinks is justified. Humans are bound to destroy themselves and erase their own existence one way or another. If I'm going out eventually, I'd rather do it after getting what I can get out of my life first.

Now, it's not that I'm totally pessimistic about humanity's long term survival back on Earth. It's just that, knowing our history, if the humans on Lanka are anything like those on Earth, I have to be cautious and make sure I really know who and what I'm dealing with. If someone spouts a 'fact', I don't immediately assume they're right, but rather take it with a grain of salt. I believe there's always more to someone's 'facts', as well as to the people who spread them, than what can be seen from the surface. And if, when you try to gain a deeper understanding, you find them dancing around the subject, then you know something's up.

As a skeptic, asking questions is how I interact with most people on a daily basis. You learn quite a bit more about people and their true selves if you quietly observe them from the outside and pay attention to clues that they may be unaware of, like body language. I take this and other factors into account whenever I talk to anyone, and boy, do some not like it. I may be destroying my likeability by fishing out everyone's deep dark secrets, but such is a necessary sacrifice in my search for the truth. As a bonus, this way there are less people that I can give a damn to if something happens to them, allowing me to invest more of myself into those like Tamy who deserve it.

Which is why I don't care if others think I'm the biggest piece of scum in all humanity. If that's what it takes to not be a gullible mark, so be it. Because not being a fool means I should be able to live just a little bit longer in the limited time that we all have. And I will do whatever I need to to live the way I want to and find my own happiness.

For this reason, I have two philosophies that I live by: 'There are no stupid questions in life, only people too stupid to ask them', and 'Objective truths beat subjective opinions'.