The Monster Mates At Midnight Ch 03

Our first night together in my humble cave was amazing, we mated furiously until we finally wore each other out and fell into a deep slumber on my makeshift bed. I had kept her close in my arms through the whole night with my erection locked firmly in her womanhood, only slipping out once I finally went flaccid in my sleep. The next day I wondered how much of my iron determination to breed her was a result of my curse, and how much was simply what I personally wanted.

Before I had met Autumn I was aimlessly drifting from place to place, finding opportunities and fertile females to ward off the worst of my cursed urges and doing little more than just existing. However, after Autumn mystified me with her vision of an entire group of devoted women, all tending to my every whim and desire, all of them carrying my children and their breasts heavy with milk... an ember of purpose had begun to flare and glow deep in my soul and it threatened to grow into an overwhelming inferno. Autumn would be the first among many in my harem and whether it be by sweet seduction or brutish force I was resolved to see this dream through to its completion.

She laughed and smiled when I told her my thoughts on how much I seemed to want this, then sat down with me next to the cave's fireplace to talk it over.

"Well when those frigid old hags put that curse on you, I think the magic must have actually taken a bit of a liking to you. Sure, most skinny little peasant virgins are gonna think you're some scary-ass troll come to eat their bones or whatever crap their mothers tell them, but try to think about it from a different perspective, like the one I see it from!

Now the magic had to do something to you, since those old bitches forced it to, but I bet it sensed the grit and steel in your sell-sword soul and decided to make you into something like an avatar of fucking and breeding! Seriously, look at your cock! That thing's the perfect length! Big enough to both inspire fear and command respect but not so big that you break whatever you stick it in. The perfect dick! Honestly, I could talk about your spear for ages and not get bored."

She couldn't help but take my lance in hand and plant little kisses on it from the tip of my head all way down my shaft to my stomach, and I couldn't help but laugh at both the sensation and her outrageous personality. She knew what she wanted, and I suppose I did now too, thanks to her. She stopped her little affectionate pecks but still kept my sword in one hand and started to fondle and massage my testicles with her other.

Remarkably, she lost little focus as she lovingly tended to me and then continued her little speech. "I guess what I really mean to say is that I think the magic had to turn you into something that a shitty coven like theirs would consider a monster, but when it touched your core, it liked what it saw. Essentially, it made you into a 'monster' but also something that would be perfect for achieving what you really want deep down."

"What I want? Deep down?" I echoed her last thought, mulling it over in my head. I hadn't realized until this point that I had wanted this all along, even before my curse and transformation.

"Yeah," she chirped, "What you really want! To knock up every horny slut in the whole province and make a whole damn kingdom full of pregnant women with massive tits bursting with milk and aching loins desperate for more of your perfect dick!" She started now to masturbate me in earnest, wrapping both of her hands around my thick pole and stroking with a passion that seemed to invigorate my own.

"That's what we'll do! We'll get so many of these sexy peasant bitches knocked up with your thick hot cum that they'll have no choice but to submit to your fat cock and recognize you as their ruler! Then we'll get all those sexy fucking subjects to milk themselves like they milk their cows and sell it off as a famous trade good to all the other kingdoms!"

After that last degenerate line I couldn't contain myself anymore and with a roar, I fired a massive load of seed into the air, coating Autumn's face and her hands and my stomach with my hot essence. She kept stroking as I did so, only taking one hand off of my pulsing penis to wipe bits of fresh semen from her face onto her finger and then greedily licking it clean as if it were the sweetest honey in the world. Once more I found myself laying on my back basking in the warm afterglow of post-orgasm, lazily watching Autumn tongue-bathe my semi-erect rod clean.

"You talk dirtier than old mercenaries I work with once long time ago." I cooed at her. Her fevered and frenzied licentious talk had brought me to a number of impassioned climaxes already despite the short amount of time we'd spent together.

"Your ability to speak properly is improving," she noted after licking the last little bit of cum from the edge of her mouth, "maybe after just a few more days of listening to my obvious mastery of language you'll be right back on track with your talking!"

"I mean it," I continued, "You talk really filthy. Really good. I love it." I paused then and thought for a moment before going on. "You mean some of that about kingdom? You really think maybe we make something like that?" Autumn did blush a bit then, and stammered out a response.

"W-well, I uh, suppose we could maybe get somewhere like that eventually. Honestly a lot of that was just that I get so exited about being with you, talking with you, having sex with you and eventually getting to carry your children that I wind up going a little bit overboard." She laid down beside me and I rolled to my side and held her close, my hands grasping her breasts possessively and my spent manhood nestling snugly between the cheeks of her fat buttocks.

Grunting contentedly, I began to slowly and lovingly kiss her neck and back while I listened to her finish her thoughts. "Mmm, I love it when you hold me like this. I feel like I finally have a place where I really belong, like I'm finally where I'm supposed to be. I really did try to find someone in the village you know?" She huffed with frustration. I nuzzled her sympathetically and she sighed happily, her whole body beginning to properly relax in my embrace before starting again.

"But whenever I shared my dreams or fantasies or let my dirty talk run wild none of those peasant men could handle it. Sometimes they'd insist I start attending that damn church they're so fond of. That was what finally drove me to live on my own, and to eventually take up witchcraft. Every once in a while a specific merchant would come through and after getting to know her and sharing my woes, she sympathized with my predicament and revealed that she had gone through something similar.

After that, she became a witch and traveled the roads selling potions, herbs and the occasional healing spell. I bought a few of her writings on sorcery that she had made and every time she came through I picked up a few more and before I knew it, I was a full-fledged witch." She went silent for a moment, enjoying my kisses and caresses then spoke up again. "You know, if she comes through again, I'll have to ask her if she'd like to join us. She seemed like a bit of a lonely soul like how I was before I met you, and I'll bet she hasn't been properly fucked in a long time too."

We cuddled and groped and playfully teased for a time, then moved to our bed and fell asleep entangled with one another as was quickly becoming routine. The days seemed to pass by so easily now, the crushing loneliness I had struggled with for so long had been thoroughly destroyed by Autumn's presence and camaraderie and I was amazed at the power she seemed to wield to have so easily crushed my oldest foe.

With the two of us supporting and encouraging each other it wasn't long before we began to truly establish ourselves at our new home. We had started a small garden near the front of the cave and kept it irrigated with water from the pond formed by the nearby waterfall.

I would venture out and hunt game both large and small and Autumn would tend to the garden or fish in the pond. After a few days, we had gathered a fair amount of furs and hides from my hunting and I helped carry them through the woods to Autumn's village for her to sell. I kept an eye on her as best I could from the edge of the concealing forest, but soon enough she was on her way back, though I was surprised to see another figure accompanying her.

Instinctively I hid among the ferns and bushes and watched as they approached, noting that Autumn seemed to be in no distress and that the person with her was clearly feminine. Autumn and this new woman both carried a hand cart behind them and as they finally entered the woods proper, Autumn called out to me.

"Okay Grimald, it's safe to come out! This lady with me is the traveling merchant I told you about. She happened to actually be in town and helped me get a good price for our hides." Somewhat reluctantly, I rose out of the brush and stepped into view, Autumn's face visibly brightening from reuniting with me. I admit I missed her as well, even if it had only been for a few hours. The stranger's face was fun to watch as I emerged, a look of shock, then alarm, then cautious but well-contained excitement washing sequentially over her features.

She was just a bit shorter than Autumn, but was just as beautiful in her own way. While Autumn was full-bodied and voluptuous, this woman was lithe and fit, clearly a body honed from many years of travel. Her legs were long and graceful and she gave off a sense of quiet confidence like she always knew what was going on but had no need to brag about it.

Her face was speckled with adorable freckles and her jade green eyes seemed to hold a patient wisdom. She wore a long hooded cloak and travel clothing, but I could still see that her short hair was a beautiful golden blonde. Her bosom and rear certainly didn't rival the sheer size of Autumn's assets, but they seemed to be a healthy, squeezable size and I already began to fantasize about shoving her down and stuffing her well-toned and fit body full of my potent seed.

"It is good to meet you, sir Grimald." She spoke and shook me from my daydream. "Autumn has told me much about you. I would love to visit your home and converse with you two, among other things." Her knowing smile as she made her insinuation nearly unleashed my bestial urges as the cursed animal in my soul screamed at me to take her, breed her! Force her to submit! She is fertile! The other female you have already seeded, but this one is ripe and ready!

Autumn giggled as she recognized the look on my face and spoke up to hurry us along.

"Let's get going before someone sees you Grimald. Oh! I almost forgot to mention, this is Freya! She's an even better witch than I am and she knows a lot about what's going on in the provinces since she travels so regularly. She's also super smart and patient so I bet she can help us figure out exactly how to accomplish what we want!" Freya simply smiled in amusement at her friend's fawning praise and we shared a knowing look, admiring our mutual friend's vivacious nature.

The trek back to our subterranean home was non-eventful. Wanting to help, I took both of the hand carts, one in each hand and easily pulled them along as the two witches walked side-by-side a few paces ahead of me, Autumn excitedly regaling Freya with grandiose plans of what she and I would accomplish here in the local province.

Freya listened patiently and would reply to her occasionally, saying much with few words. The two seemed at ease with other and seemed to compliment the other nicely, both in behavior and body shape. From the advantageous position I had behind them, I was free to ogle their posteriors all the way to our destination, the inadvertent show more than adequate compensation for my labor.

In what seemed like no time at all, we arrived. The pair of bewitching vixens promptly headed inside and I followed them in, the cavern easily large enough to accommodate the carts as well.

"Well then, let's get settled and shoot the shit a while!" Autumn exclaimed while she tended the fire. The girls had acquired some tea at some point in the village along with a simple kettle to boil water in and we each relaxed and sipped at our drinks as we sat around the fire.

Autumn had placed herself to my right and leaned against me, while Freya had gracefully sat down to my left, not quite touching me but coming closer than I had predicted she would. Autumn and I had placed a few furs on the floor around the campfire earlier, something I was grateful for now as we still lacked any proper furniture. The atmosphere was already calm and cozy, the cave now beginning to feel more like a lived-in home than a crude temporary shelter.

"So," Freya started, "Autumn says you two would like to build a harem?" We nodded our affirmations and she continued. "She has already told me of how you two met and bonded, and of the curse that drives you to periodically seek women when they are most fertile, so I shall cut to the chase. Autumn's plan for a small territory with you as leader may not be as far fetched as you think."

Freya smiled at our bewildered expressions and elaborated further. "We are currently in the Golden Meadow, the most remote and rural province in the Northern Hereditary Realms. Golden Meadow itself is located on the far northeastern outskirts of the Realm, a fair distance from any of the more urban or resource-rich provinces. The Northern Hereditary Realm itself is a decentralized group of small kingdoms that have sworn to work together diplomatically and militarily to preserve their independence.

This fragmented system can be used to your advantage. If you were to quickly and suddenly seize control of Golden Meadow, then swear to maintain the province's place in the Realm and uphold its commitments, the other provinces' princes would have little to gain from going to war to dethrone you and much to lose from destabilizing the Realm.

The current prince of Golden Meadow is known to be an idle and slow-to-act woman, the years of peace making her family's rule soft and indecisive. Swiftly and suddenly killing her or forcing her to submit and abdicate to you would give you enough time to assume control of the province and send messengers to the other princes informing them of your regime change before they even have time to consider mustering forces to oppose you."

Freya maintained an air of casual conversation, stating all this in a matter-of-fact tone while Autumn and I reeled from her blatant sedition. Sure, it had been our idea in the first place, but Freya made it seem so possible, so ordinary, like planning a simple trip to the market!

Once we had recovered from our shock we began to discuss things more in depth, hammering out all the necessary details. This would take some time and planning and effort, but the more we schemed the more it all seemed to come together. Finally, we decided to take two weeks before making any concrete plans, giving Autumn and I time to finish establishing ourselves in our cavern and Freya time to travel to the province capitol and assess things like the current prince's security and her schedule.

"Well, that is enough plotting for tonight I believe." Freya concluded. She stood and paced over to the wall and turned to address me. "Sir Grimald, soon-to-be the first monster prince, I would ask one thing of you in return for my service." She turned once more, then stripped off her leggings and leaned against the wall, splaying her legs out and placing her womanhood on display. "Breed me. Bind me to you like you have bound Autumn. Give me a worthy child that will learn my witchcraft and surpass me in power and skill."

Autumn and I shared surprised, then lecherous looks and began to close on her like a pair of ravenous wolves. I quickly took my place behind Freya and rested my already growing erection between her toned thighs, slowly thrusting and grazing against her cunt and smearing precum on her belly with my spear tip. Autumn stalked up beside her and began to finger herself with one hand and playfully slap Freya's ass with the other.

"Look at that toned ass Grimald," Autumn breathed out huskily, "don't you just want to ravish it? Look at how in-shape she is! All the better to endure a fierce pounding and bear a healthy child don't you think? You can take her roughly Grimald, she's built for it, and I'll bet she'll fucking love it too!" Words were beyond me at this point and I could only grunt in response as I put pressure on Freya and began to pin her to to the wall proper. She was standing upright now, trapped between the cavern wall and myself with my rod leaving its place betwixt her thighs and instead slowly beginning to thrust through her buttocks, lewdly leaking my excitement onto her back and ass.

"Do you want it rough?" I asked her, testing the limits of my patience and self-restraint as I slowly rubbed myself against her, the anticipation nearly driving me wild.

"Do not hold back sir Grimald," Freya cooed, "claim me, mark me, give in to your animal instincts." That was all the affirmation I needed to hear. With a deep growl, I took hold of her arms and crossed them behind her back, locking them together with one hand and pinning her to the wall with the other. My prize properly secured, I threw all reservation aside and immediately slammed my member into her receptive cunt, driving inch after inch deeper, only stopping when I had finally forced my entire length inside her.

I paused for a heartbeat or two and savored the moment, her inner muscles gripping and massaging my rod as if her body itself was working to bring me to orgasm. A snarl escaped me once more, and I withdrew partially before slamming back in with as much force as I thought I could get away with without breaking her. My pace picked up and I kept sawing back and forth, jack-hammering away at her like I was battering down her defenses. Autumn was not idle and threw aside her clothes as she placed her back against the cavern wall, desperately fingering herself and groping her own breasts as she cried out.

"Fuck yes, just fucking overpower her Grimald! Drive her into the dirt and force her to take your strong seed!" The commentary was not lost on me and I redoubled my efforts, reaching a frenzied rhythm as I felt Freya's legs go limp, a low husky moan leaving her lips as she visibly quivered and came on my cock. Her legs had turned to jelly but it mattered little as I kept her pinned to the wall and continued to relentlessly pound her through her orgasm. Nothing could stop me at this point, I was intoxicated, the whole of my psyche now consumed by the base primal urge to breed this fertile female over and over until she was forced to carry my child.

"Take it!" I barked into Freya's ear. "Take my sperm you filthy witch! Submit! Surrender and take my seed and carry my spawn like a proper breeding mare!" I began to emphasize my point by punctuating every word with a deep thrust, trying as best I could to reach her womb and deliver my load. "Get! Fucking! Pregnant!" Howling with triumph, I unleashed a torrent of ejaculate into her needy pussy, painting her womb white with my cum and marking her as mine, and mine alone.

My task complete and my primal urges slaked, I collapsed to the floor, dragging Freya with me like a stuffed doll. I held her close and ran my hands over her toned body, admiring the way her years of travel had sculpted her form. Lazily, I gestured for Autumn to approach and when she laid down beside us I locked her in a passionate kiss, utilizing the monstrous length of my tongue to titillate her in ways that no normal man ever could. Breaking the kiss, I murmured to Autumn in a hushed post-coital tone so as not to wake Freya who had drifted off to sleep. "I think you are rubbing off on me."