Making Monster Girls 8: For Science! by Eric Vall

Author:Eric Vall [Vall, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

By the time the three of us finished our antics in the sand, it was late, and a cold wind raced across the desert, so Olette, Matilda, and I redressed and then headed back toward the caravan. Most of the lights were already out, but from the absence of the pile of guards’ bodies, I figured my women had already transformed them for me. When I looked out toward the horizon, I spied the shapes of my soldiers’ tents, and I could even hear the soft sound of some of them snoring. In the morning, we’d set out again across the desert toward Tulna, but I had a few things I needed to take care of first.

We’d recently learned Tulna was heavily fortified, even more so than Granhamn, and unlike the latter city, we couldn’t use the cannons, ballistae, and catapults to force our way in. I’d already drawn up blueprints for what I wanted to create, but in the morning before we left, I’d have to check how much steel and iron we had left over. When I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine the enormous machine in front of me, but it’d take nearly all of my soldiers’ help, and right now, I only had a handful of them. With our single day of reprieve here in the forest, my other soldiers and monster-women could probably catch up to us within the next few days.

“Good night, Charles,” Matilda whispered and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek before heading off to the tent that her women had erected a few feet away from the caravan.

“Good night, my love.” I smiled and nodded to her.

Instantly, the desperado’s cheeks flushed pink, and she lowered her head before shuffling off toward the canvas room. The green-haired Harlot had seemed like a hard woman at first, but the more I got to know her, the more she opened up to me like a blossoming flower, and I saw the sweeter, sensitive sides to her.

“Ahka baneeda.” Olette smiled, grabbed my hand, and kissed the back of it. “It means ‘good night, sweet dreams’ in the elven language. I will see you in the morning, and if I could sleep, I would hope I would dream of you, Charles Rayburn.”

“Good night, Olette,” I chuckled and bowed my head to her as I grabbed the door handle of the caravan.

I opened the door into the darkened confines of the first cabin and glanced around for any signs of life. No one seemed to be up at this hour, not even Rian or Daisy, who were the usual night owls. I crept through the livingroom cabin, headed through the hall, and then slowly opened the bedroom door with a creak. All of my women were already cuddled up on the plush mattress, and as per usual, they’d left enough space for me directly in the middle. I quickly undressed in front of the warm stove, neatly folded my clothes, and set them aside before crawling in the middle.

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