Monsters on the Island of Lust

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, groaning before jumping out of bed. Bed.. it felt weird to have one after sleeping on damp wooden planks for so long. I couldn't help but grin as I saw myself in the mirror. I looked much better than I had when I woke up on this island a week ago. The color had returned to my face, my malnourished body returning to my full figure. I felt like a person again. I couldn't help but hum as I began getting dressed, this time putting on my waitress outfit for the first time. I'd be working weekends, and although the full outfit wasn't required, I wanted to make a good first impression.

It was a very lewd maid outfit, with a short black skirt that barely covered my ass, and an over the shoulder top that cut low over my modest cleavage. I quickly slipped into my underwear before pulling up the stockings, clipping them into the matching garter belt before putting on the full outfit. I blushed as I turned in the mirror, any sudden movements causing the skirt to flip up and reveal my panties. It felt lewder to wear this than nothing at all. I understood now why Luke had reassured me that I didn't need to wear it.

I debated taking his advice, dressing in the more plain clothes I had received, but shook the thought out of my head. I was starting a new life here. I didn't need to be coddled and cared for like I was broken; I was a free woman once more.

Quickly putting up my blonde hair into a messy ponytail, I pressed open the heavy wooden door to my bedroom, and did my best not to instinctively hide my panties as I trotted down the stairs to the bar below.

"Luke? What are you doing awake?" I called out to the boss. To be honest, it was a miracle he was ever awake with how hard he works himself, but I'd never seen him out so early.

"Ceri..." He looked up at me over his shoulder, his eyes finding mine without once straying to the revealing outfit I had adorned. I might've felt insulted, but he never seemed to have any lust at all. But what I saw in his eyes was the more unusual part. Concern.

"-You must be her!" I shuddered as the words filled the air, so casually dripping with sexual intent, as if the woman was trying to seduce me in the first second of our meeting. She appeared from behind the counter, swirling a wine glass filled with a deep scarlet drink. She had blonde hair, even paler than mine, and skin as white as snow. She wore a simple skin-tight red dress that fell in waves all the way down to her ankles, high heels giving a few extra inches to her otherwise small stature. The neckline swooped low, revealing almost all of her modest chest. She glanced up at me for just a second as she sashayed back to the table Luke was sitting at, each small movement so erotic and alluring that it seemed as if she simply exuded sex itself.

She stopped behind Luke's chair, short enough that she barely even stood over him. Her hand, draped in a white lace glove pressed against his chest as she leaned in close to his neck, marking it with her lips before standing back up. Taking one last swig of her drink, she set it beside Luke on the table. "Be a doll and keep this warm for me, won't you?" Her voice was so powerful, each syllable making you so hungry for the next that I almost found myself wanting to take her drink for her instead.

Luke casually grabbed the glass before pushing his seat away from the table, not even glancing over at us as he headed back behind the bar. "Be gentle with her. You know what she's been through."

I bit my lip. I knew he was just being nice, that he cared for me, but I was my own woman. I didn't need to hold onto my past like that, have everyone care so much about it. I felt my face heat from the embarrassment of it, turning my eyes back to the small woman walking towards me now. And I couldn't stop looking. Her body was just seductive. It was similar to my own, short and slender; We even had similar breasts and hair color. I couldn't help but wonder if I could learn to do that, command attention in such a powerful way.

And then as I tore my eyes away from her body and up to her face, I started to find the features that weren't so... human. Long, pointed ears, bright red eyes, and fangs that shone a crystalline white when she smiled up at me.

"You're... a vampire." I stammered. I had never seen one before, but from all of the tales, she fit them perfectly. Immortal beings, as sexy as they were terrifying. Probably almost as rare as a shifter.

Her smile turned into a wide grin, her tongue running along the underside of her fangs. "Quite right, darling~ Merlou Walzinrys at your service."

She placed a gloved hand on my elbow as she passed me on the staircase, jolting me out of my shock as she led me back upstairs.

Her name sparked a memory in my mind, something Rizen had told me when I first awoke. "You.. you know- Rizen, she said-"

"Shhh.. darling, let's not talk about it out here, yes? Which is your room?" I was hyper aware of her hand on my arm, her touch sending tingles throughout my body, the kind that made me think that if she wasn't wearing a glove, I'd be dripping wet already.

"R..right.." I guided her to my room, opening the wooden door to reveal my humble living space. I stepped inside only to find her standing right outside the doorway, her hand pressed against her stilted hip, her red eyes scanning over the small room. There wasn't much to look at. A single dresser and mirror, and a desk next to my small bed.

"Uh.. um, please, come in." I said awkwardly, sitting down on the edge of my bed as she closed the door behind herself, stepping out of her high heels, her small feet covered by snow white stockings.

"My apologies on not meeting you sooner, darling, but I hope we can quickly make up for lost time. Not that either you or I are short on it though, are we?" She smiled again, her pale pink lips curling as she climbed on top of me, pressing my back down onto the mattress.

"I must say I'm flattered by the form you've taken... but if you didn't hold yourself back, you could be doing so much more. You want to experience this life, don't you?" She tilted my chin up with a finger before tracing it over my lips as she waited for my response.

"You- you.. you don't understand-" My face heated as I struggled to form words before the onslaught of her eroticism. I had always thought myself to prefer men, but with this devilish girl so casually breaking down my mental defenses, I wasn't so sure anymore.

"Oh, darling.. how old do you think I am? I have seen both our kinds hunted to near extinction over the course of my lifetime, from fear or lust, or both-" Her hand caressed my cheek before dropping lower, her painted nails dancing along my neck as her red eyes studied it with salacious intent. I swallowed, paralyzed beneath her, my excitement growing even as I tried to answer. I could feel my nipples chafing my bra, my pussy starting to moisten as she touched me.

"I- I can't... the reason I'm here in the first place is because I trusted someone with that knowledge, and... and-" I hated myself for it. I had told myself over and over again that I wouldn't let this affect me. But tears began to stream down my face. And as I tried to wipe them, I realized then that I wasn't ready. Not to expose my secret, not even for sex. Because although I was aroused by this woman, the suffocating amount of lust she created within me, I found then that I was also terrified. Scarred by what had been done to me before, seeing those men's movements in her actions, even though I didn't want to.

I gently pushed her off of me, shaking as I curled up in a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. Rizen, Luke.. they had both told me to take my time, to not be ashamed. The people I had pushed away for coddling me, for caring too much- Why was I like this?

Merlou sighed, her hand finding her hips once more as I found her gaze once more, tears blurring my vision. "I told Maple I could do this, but you aren't much fun. Whatever. I'll tell her I tried."

She looked over her shoulder as she swung open the door. "Come by once you're ready. Or not. The goddess will offer you protection, but it seems you need more than that." And with that she was gone, leaving me alone in my room, trying to untangle this intricate web of feelings knotted up inside of me.

~~~

Luke could hear Ceri sniffling from the hallway. He bit his lip as he tried to think about what to do. He wasn't exactly the consoling type. But whatever Merlou had told the girl obviously had not been as gentle as he asked. He glanced down the hall to where the vampire was sleeping for the day. He would've kicked her out if he could, so Ceri wouldn't come across her, but he new that wouldn't be possible until the sun went down.

Luke sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. This wasn't the time to be worrying about this. Gently, he knocked on the door before letting himself in, seeing the young girl in her waitress outfit sniffling as she desperately tried to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks.

He stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment. If only Rizen had been here instead... but she had entrusted him with her care, told her the horrors of what she had been through. And even if he didn't want to help, he couldn't help but shudder at the thought of getting on that woman's bad side. So he closed the door behind him, sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, a foot from where Ceri was curled up. He struggled with indecision, to reach out, to take her hand, to wrap her in a comforting embrace, or if he was better off leaving her alone.

They sat in silence together for half an hour before Ceri managed to calm down enough to sit up. But she didn't move closer, only further away, sitting up on the edge of the bed, propped up against her pillow and the wall as she looked over at him. Luke tried not to feel hurt as he began to speak. "I'm sorry... I thought it might end like this. I don't know what it was about, but... I'm sorry." He should have turned her away immediately. The vampire was not one to treat others with the caution and care they needed. He remembered the look of disdain she gave him when he had turned down her bed after his wife passed away. How little she seemed to care for any emotion but lust.

"Take the night off, alright? Try to enjoy yourself, take your mind off of things." Luke stood up, pausing for a second before leaving her alone in her room, closing the door behind her once more. He felt ashamed. He was old enough to be her dad, and yet he couldn't offer one ounce of help to her. His fingers dug into his palms as he clenched his fists, his emotions boiling over for what felt like the first time in years.

~~~

"Alright, and a side of crab legs. Is that all?" Denny asked. She tried not to appear annoyed, even as her demonic wings began flapping about to disperse her impatience. Rush hour was nearly over, and not only was this guy taking his damn sweet time ordering, but the newbie was a no-show, apparently holed up in her room.

"Nah..." The orc set down his menu, reaching out towards her chest, her exposed cleavage nearly popping out of her low-cut waitress outfit. Denny slapped away his hand, baring her teeth at him. The man was easily eight feet tall, his entire body rippling with green musculature. "You're new around here, huh? I know what you've heard, but that only goes for good patrons. If you want to cop a feel, you buy me a drink. And if you want that kind of service... I hope you're a good tipper~"

Denny stalked away, her black tail swaying as she turned back towards the bar to hand Luke the ticket. She sighed as she leaned against the counter. At least it wasn't too busy today. She looked over at Ferli, the catgirl blushing as she entertained a table of mermen, one fondling her beneath her skirt as she tried to act the slightest bit against it, much to the enjoyment of her patrons.

Ferli's pink tail poofed up as she climaxed from the attention, her futa cock shooting ropes of thick cum onto the merman's scaly forearm, as the entire group began howling with laughter. Denny snorted as she stretched out her arms, watching as the cat tried to cover up her dick with her too short skirt, only to have her ass get spanked from behind as she revealed it. She couldn't help but smile. Seeing the kitty in such a good mood helped hers as well, which only got better when she saw one of her regulars walk through the door.

A small male forest nymph, no more than two hundred years old. He was a guardian of the island, and despite his meek presence, was a powerful magic caster. "Hey, Thero, long time no see! Here, your usual table is free." Denny led the boy, his five foot tall frame completely shadowed by the demoness as she took him to the corner of the restaurant, his pale skin glowing a translucent green in the candlelight, further highlighting his rosy cheeks.

He had been coming to the Morning Star longer than Denny had worked there for, possibly for longer than she'd been alive, and still every time it seemed like it was his first time trying to talk to a girl. Denny couldn't help but adore him. She knew why he had shown up so late, even if he wouldn't admit it himself. "The usual?" He blushed, nodding as he stared down at the table in front of him, his hands squirming in his lap.

Denny grinned as she let him simmer, returning to the bar once more. "A bottle of Dragon's Flame, please." She told Luke, who nodded, returning quickly with the bottle and two shot glasses.

She set the drink down on the table where the nymph was waiting for her, small stems and leaves starting to grow from the wooden table as his nervousness sent his mana awry. Denny casually poured two shots from the bottle, smoke escaping from the rims of the glasses as she slid one over to him. "Long expedition, huh? Didja miss me?" She teased as she pounded back a shot, quickly pouring another for herself as Thero quickly matched her.

"Aww, come on little sapling, don't be shy... I know why you're here, just ask for it~" He glanced up, before quickly looking back down. Denny was barely able to hold herself back, but teasing him like this was even more fun than just pouncing. She placed a finger beneath his chin, lifting his gaze up to hers, her eyes glimmering, refusing to look away.

"Ehh... uh, Miss, miss Maverick- I uh... would really like to request, a eh, ehm, special service..." He was barely able to get the words out, the entire table turning green from his magic now as he dropped a few coins on the table- enough to cover the bottle and a few extra.

"Good boy~" Denny cooed, as she sat down on his lap, her hand wrapping around the back of his head, pressing his face down into her exposed cleavage as she pulled down the hem of her top, needing barely more than a tug before her massive breasts spilled out of their confines. "Enjoy it, little sapling~" She quickly downed another shot as he squirmed against her breasts, the nymph tentatively reaching up to hold their weight, his small hands sinking into the heavy yet supple flesh.

In a flash, she filled her glass once more before quickly throwing it back, but this time she stood up, pulling Thero into a kiss, trading the alcohol she had stored in her mouth into his own, tasting it on his tongue, mixed with her saliva. He tried to pull back, surprised, but Denny refused to let him get away, her hands holding his face still as her tongue started to explore his mouth, even as he swallowed back the shot.

Denny climbed on top of him, pressing her knee hard into the boy's crotch as she devoured him, barely stopping for air or more shots that she shared between their lips.

Her face was flushed as the alcohol coursed through her system. She knew she'd here it from Luke about getting drunk on her shift, but right now, she couldn't care less. The bar was closing soon anyways. She could hear Ferli still entertaining her last table across the room.

She turned her attention back to Thero, who was also starting to feel the effects of the Dragon's Flame. She grabbed his soft green hand, pressing it against her chest as the other found its way down his chest to rest on his crotch, massaging his cock through his heavy work pants. "Mmm... it's been too long, Thero... surely you want the main course, right?" She tempted with a whisper into his ear, her curves pressing against his body as she pushed him back in his chair, her weight trapping the nymph in his chair.

Without a word, Thero managed to fumble around for his coin pouch, his fingers trembling as he turned it upside down, spilling the last of his coins for the night onto the table. The sound rang beautifully in Denny's ears, who immediately picked up the nymph in a bridal carry, her massive breasts spilling onto his face, which the drunk boy eagerly began to lick and suck on. Denny balanced the half empty bottle between her boobs as she stood up, the bottom resting on Thero's chest as she carefully walked back through the diner and towards the stairs.

She carried him with ease up to her room, where she roughly tossed him onto her bed, and quickly stripped down, unfurling her massive wings across the room, blocking out the candle light as she pounced, immediately ripping off Thero's pants and underwear, unveiling his three inch cock which Denny immediately jumped on top of, quickly sliding down on top of it, all pretenses of slow build up completely gone.

Her hands grabbed Thero's wrists, pinning him down onto the bed as she once again pressed her lips against his. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue slower and sloppier than before, her breath tainted with the strong scent of alcohol.

Thero's breath was hot against her face, his drunk mana starting to react as his cock pierced up inside the demoness, long tendrils of vines starting to sprout and bind the two of them together, flowery ropes tying Denny's hands to his, creeping up her powerful thighs.

Denny giggled, shaking her hips back and forth to tease the nymph's cock inside of her, the alcohol flooding her system breaking down her walls as she enjoyed the soft moans she heard every time her lips broke from his. She was drooling, the fiery tingling of the Dragon's Flame hot on her tongue as she enjoyed the way it mixed with his saliva.

Denny couldn't stop grinning as she enjoyed herself, rolling her hips against his shaft once more before pressing up on her knees, Thero's cock soaked in her juices as she unsheathed it. He let out a short whimper at the sudden stop of pleasure, causing Denny to roar with laughter as she fell back on the bed, her strength allowing her to easily tear through the vines that she had been letting hold her in place.

She took another long swig, followed by a loud burp before pouring the rest over her thighs and pussy, shivering as it seeped inside of her.

Her cadence was slow and slurred as she beckoned the boy between her legs. "Come on now, getcherself a nice taste, yeh?" She laughed again as she saw his face turn a deeper shade of scarlet, wrapping her thighs, covered in alcohol and her own juices, around his neck, pressing her feet against his back as she forced his head down. Her typically assertive motions became clumsier and clumsier with each passing minute as she attempted to press the nymph down onto her lower lips.

Thero took the opportunity with no hesitation, immediately burying his face between the demoness' legs as he began to greedily slurp up the alcohol mixing in with her juices. Denny's grip tightened as his efforts began to push deeper, pressing open her slit with his tongue, tasting less and less alcohol, and more and more of her liquid lust as he ventured deeper.

"Mmm, fuckin' yeah-" Denny moaned, her head pressing so far back from the ecstasy that her horns were the only thing that stopped her as her back arched high into the air, wings fluttering against the sheets. "I missedcha, sap. Don'tchu dare say I did though..."