Monster Girl Quest: Aftermath - Leviathan
Anders grimaced in pain, clutching his left arm; it must have been broken, the lancing stabs coursing through his bone and muscle making that clear enough.
He pushed himself up the deck of his shattered fishing boat, feeling the tug towards the sea thanks to the angle it was at, smashed upon the rocks.
He couldn't see his fellow crew or his captain, having escaped on the only rowboat or thrown themselves into the sea to try and escape their assailants.
Monstrous pirates, fishlike and wicked, they'd beset the fishing boat of about a dozen men looking for riches and when they found nothing, they tried to take the men, their ambush smashing the small vessel upon a coral reef beneath the cliffs of Noah's northern coast.
The captain thought, since the war with Heaven ended, it'd be a good time to test Sentora's northern waters for a good bounty, though he was loathe to go too near Hellgondo even still. He thought they'd be safe near the Noah Region, as long as they did not anger any monsters with their fishing.
He was wrong; though they had not trespassed, it seemed there was still lingering chaos in the aftermath of the war, even several months on... and in that time, certain monstrous individuals took the opportunity to prey on vulnerable seafarers for more than just their semen or flesh.
Unfortunately, that was all they had to give as fishermen.
He didn't know if his comrades had escaped or were even still alive... the shark-like woman, akin to a mermaid but far more terrifying and psychotic in her smile, slowly creeping towards him from the water lapping at the splintered edge of the half of the ship he remained on, giving him little hope.
"C'mon, little man, just give it up~" she taunted with a sickly sweet tone, her toothy grin showing off her rather sharp pearly whites. "Give it up now, and I'll make sure you have a lot of fun as I drain you dry~"
He was more worried she was going to devour him, Anders clenching his blue eyes in pain, his sun-kissed skin scraped here and there from wood splinters.
The shark woman's blue body was bare, but her beauty and nudity did little to distract Anders, trying to push his slim but fit body further up the slanting deck, but soon, he hit the bow railing, and had nowhere to go. His white shirt and beige pants were ripped, his shoes were missing, blood trickled from his head where a wayward grab from one of the other monsters tore out a patch of his short, messy brown hair.
He didn't think these injuries were going to join the several other minor scars around his body... he didn't think he was going to live that long.
Still, he glared defiantly at the shark woman; he was not going to beg for his life.
"Well, guess it just makes it more fun for me, I like defiant prey~ Just make sure to thrash for me~"
She cackled evilly, and using her shark-like tail as a spring, she lunged at him with teeth bared and hands reaching forth, face wild and wicked.
He clenched his eyes shut and waited for the violation.
There was a sickening crack as flesh was impacted and more bone broken.
Anders cracked one eye open; it was not his body that had been struck.
He just saw the form of the shark woman sailing through the air, smacking off a nearby rock poking out of the water, as a large, blue-bodied form loomed over him, a long serpentine tail snaking over the edge of the ruined boat.
The shark woman leaned against the rock, clutching a deep slash near her shoulder, blood pouring from it.
They glared at the newcomer, but there was no baleful malice and cruelty on their face, only wide-eyed shock and teeth-clenching fear.
"Leave," the newcomer spoke, Anders able to spot a golden spear with a blade at its end, like a broad glaive, strange indecipherable writing engraved onto the sides.
Its overall shape and the length of its handle, relative to the size of its wielder, made it look almost like a very fancy, very mean shovel... especially given the red staining the sharp edges.
The shark woman looked like they wanted to protest, but quickly thought better of it, and retreated, a cloud of red dispersing into the disturbed water as they disappeared.
Soon the only sound was the lapping of the waves at the splintered boat, the creaking of its increasingly unsound integrity, and the pounding of Anders' own heart.
The newcomer monster then turned to face him, twisting around on their serpentine lower half, holding their spear down in a less threatening position.
He was taken by her stern beauty; her cold, calm face regarded him without emotion, deep blue eyes staring into him.
Her skin was silky smooth and a very pale blue, almost grey in colour. Solid blue hair flowed from her head, reaching down past her hips, just as perfect as her skin, though there was a parting in the middle of her brow where two golden jewel-like orbs, about twice the size of the tip of his thumb each, sat in vertical alignment.
Her head overall was angular, and her lips were thin, but quite soft looking, not that Anders was expecting a kiss from her... not any that would end well.
Instead of ears, she sported a pair of large, fanning fin-like organs, pink in colour, angled up slightly, their tips drooping a little.
Her shoulders were covered in rather pronounced, ridged scales, only slightly paler than her hair, partially covering the bottom edges of her neck and upper arms. All her scales were the same colour, such as her hands and wrists, scaly and perhaps a little reptilian, her nails like long, silvery claws, and sharp just looking at them.
She wore a golden bangle on the arm she held the glaive with, and just below her neck, resting on her chest, was a piece of golden jewellery, a large, semi-circular piece with an intricate design within that Anders did not recognise.
Her bust... her bust was sizeable. Each breast might have been as big as her head, given her stature; if they were to align themselves at the hips, his face would be looking into her clavicle. And capping each breast was a pert nipple, a shade of ocean blue.
Speaking of her hips, large, sharp and pronounced diamond-shaped scales grew up the sides of her waist from them, partially covering the edges of her belly, though leaving an area around her crotch exposed, a long, narrow slit at least a foot in length visible.
Growing out from where her hips met with her long, wide serpentine lower half were spiky protrusions, at least three on either side and increasing in length from bottom to top, with a set of small blue fines growing from the root of the top-most spikes.
The entire top-half of the tail was divided into large segmented plates of the same blue as her scales, a spiky ridge running the centreline the whole way to the tip of the tail, which he saw slowly rising out of the water behind the boat, sporting two large, white fanning fins on either side of it.
Back to her front, the edge of the hardened blue scales came together beneath that long slit in a sort of V-shape, completely isolating the rest of her silky body from the pale white, softer underbelly of her serpentine half, similarly segmented, but looking far less firm.
She was beautiful, terrible, and magnificent to behold, and just as frightening.
Then, her expression softened, and she reached out to Anders with her other hand.
"Do not fear, I will take you to safety," she assured him.
Her voice... it was low, authoritative, but soothing and beautiful. Was she a siren?
He was hesitant at first, he did not know if he could trust her. But there wasn't much else he could do in his present condition.
He tried to reach out, and grunted in pain from his broken arm.
The monster gave a sympathetic look, and then reached down to help him up, carefully snaking her free arm beneath his shoulders.
"There, I have you," she said, holding him against her body, his head perilously close to pressing to the side of her bust.
He did his best not to ogle.
"The others?" he asked.
She gave him an apologetic look and shook her head.
