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Monster Girl Saga	By : GenocideHeart Category: +M through R > Monster Girl Quest Views: 113526 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 16
Disclaimer: I do not own Monster Girl Quest, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(A/N: New chapter. This one I had to break off in two parts, with the end of the early years period coming next chapter. Hope you like it anyway. As always, thanks to Toraneko of TFF for editing and proofreading. Enjoy!)
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CHAPTER 3

New mornings bring new experiences.

Thermidor slowly awoke to the sound of chirping birds. Confused, she looked up at an unfamiliar ceiling, her mind still muddled up. Blinking, she tiredly ran a hand through her hair with a sigh.

As she tried to get her bearings, she struggled to remember where she was and how she had gotten there. Thinking, she began to remember the events of the previous day. She could remember something had disturbed her... but what was it? Something to do with...

...that’s right, she had been worried about Luka. He’d been late for training, so she tried to pinpoint him... there was a monster, and she’d raced to rescue him. And then...

Thermidor’s eyes shot open as all the memories of last evening came back at once. Nearly leaping off the bed, she began to frantically look around, dreading what she might see.

At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened, and Liese walked in, carrying a tray with a cup of Thermidor’s favorite herbal tea. Seeing the fencer was already awake and standing, she smiled happily. “Thermidor!” she exclaimed, overjoyed. “You're back to your full strength, I see! That’s good. I brought you some tea--”

“Never mind that!” Thermidor growled, unable to contain her displeasure towards the other woman. “Where’s Luka?! What did I do to him?! He’s not... I couldn’t have... right? Right?”

The desperate tone in the swordswoman’s voice caused Liese to pause and regard her quietly. With a sigh, she set the tea tray down, and sat on the bed, motioning for Thermidor to sit down as well. When the fencer remained unmoving, Liese signed again and fixed a stern glare at her.

“Sit,” she said simply, but in a tone that clearly allowed no disobedience. The swordswoman frowned, as if considering challenging her order, but then she relented and reluctantly seated herself on the bedside, stiffly keeping a ways away from Liese.

“...you’re angry at me, aren’t you?” Liese said, in a tone that made it clear it wasn’t a question. “I can understand that. In fact, I'm glad of it. It means you care about Luka as much as I do. Thank you.”

“That’s an odd thing to hear, coming from someone who just goaded her young son into losing his innocence to a dangerous monster who could have killed him!” Thermidor retorted accusingly, her voice steadily rising as Liese just sat there and smiled serenely. “What you did was the most irresponsible, foolish, and irrational thing I can possibly think of that a mother would do!”

“You are right,” Liese nodded. “It was reckless, dangerous and life-threatening. I only had my instinct telling that everything would have gone well. That it did is no excuse.” Then her expression sobered up. “But if I hadn’t done that, if I had let you die... That would have killed Luka just as surely as any accident would have; it just wouldn’t have been a death of the body. He would never, ever have forgiven himself, or me, for not taking the chance to save your life, no matter how dangerous it was.”

“He didn’t have to find out,” Thermidor argued, losing some of her steam as her indignation began to dissipate. Truthfully, she remembered thinking the same thing the previous evening, and couldn’t deny that it was almost certainly true. Luka was a kind, generous youth... perhaps a little too kind for his own good. People like him often ended up exploited by more ruthless individuals.

“You think me capable of lying to my own son about the death of someone he views as a sister?” Liese asked, and this time it was her voice that had a hint of anger to it. “I’m not that good a deceiver, and have no intention of becoming one.”

Thermidor frowned, trying to think of a reply, but realized her anger was quickly deflating. She was still cross at the woman for so recklessly endangering Luka’s life, to be sure, but she couldn’t deny that her reasoning so far was sound. Sighing, she decided to drop the subject. At the moment she was too emotional; she needed to think about things with a clear mind.

But most of all, she wanted to see Luka now.

“There’s no point talking about this now,” she shook her head as she got off the bed. “Neither of us are in a calm enough state of mind to be rational about the subject at hand. Rather, I would like to see Luka. Where is he?”

“First, two things,” Liese stopped her as she also rose to her feet. She pointed at Thermidor’s bare, soft-looking chest. “First, shouldn’t you cover yourself up? You are quite an attractive woman, if I'm to be any judge, and Luka is at the age where boys might react - strongly - to a beautiful woman walking naked around his house. That goes double for beautiful naked women he has just been extremely intimate with for the first time in his life.”

“No point about it,” the fencer scoffed. “He’s already seen and felt it all last evening. Covering myself up now would just be insulting and send the wrong message - as if I was ashamed of what happened between us.”

“You aren’t?” Liese inquired with curiosity. She was met with an annoyed look.

“Why should I be?” was Thermidor’s blunt answer. “He did it because he cared for me and wanted to save me. To feel ashamed of something like that... I’d have to be a pitiful being indeed. My only regret is that I doubt he enjoyed himself. He deserved a better first experience than a quick affair to save a starving monster.”

“...I doubt he sees it as something that could have been better,” Liese answered quizzically. At Thermidor’s questioning glance, she shook her head with a mysterious smile. “Never you mind. The second thing I wanted to ask was... how do you feel?”

Thermidor paused as she considered her condition for the first time. She couldn’t honestly say she felt fine. No, that would have been an understatement. She felt more than fine; she felt stronger and healthier than she’d ever been before. Closing her eyes, she relaxed for a moment, savoring the pleasant burning sensation of Luka’s lifeforce still strongly running through her body, and couldn’t help but smile for a second.

“...I feel great,” she answered honestly. “This may sound very wrong to you, but Luka was delicious. I have never felt anything like his energy before in my life as a monster. Although... that worries me,” she added with a frown. “Having had a taste of such an amazing lifeforce, will I really be able to restrain myself from wanting, and taking, even more?”

“It’s Luka,” the other woman replied in an unconcerned tone. “You would never be able to do anything to truly hurt him. I am absolutely, positively sure of this.”

“I wish I could be as sure of that as you are,” Thermidor replied as she moved towards the door, not sharing the other woman’s certainty. “But now... please, can I see him?”

“But of course,” Liese nodded with a smile. “He’s in the kitchen right now, eating breakfast.”

At that, Thermidor stopped, casting a bewildered glance towards the human. “Come again...?”

“I said, he’s in the kitchen, eating breakfast,” Liese helpfully repeated, an impish smile spreading across her face. Thermidor glared at her, unamused.

“That’s not what I’m asking!” she shot back in annoyance. “What’s he doing up and about already? He should be unconscious for at least a whole day, if not more, after all the energy he’s given me! Two grown men couldn’t have supplied me with this much energy! Draining a man's entire life dry didn’t give me this much! How can he already be walking around? I know I felt him go limp in my arms before I lost consciousness myself!”

“Well... I have my theories,” the human woman mused. “But I can tell you one thing for now: what caused him to pass out was not your energy drain, it was the sheer amount of pleasure you made him feel. I know what a man who lost consciousness from losing his lifeforce looks and feels like, and that was not what Luka looked and felt like at all. He passed out from sensory overload.”

“Eh...?” Thermidor muttered. “That can’t be right... unless he’s... ah, but perhaps when I came, my body... wait, what am I saying? Never mind that. I’ll go see him now.”

With that, Thermidor brushed past Liese, unmindful of her nakedness, and headed for the door. As she left, the human woman shot a bemused glance after her.

“I still don’t think showing your naked body to an impressionable young boy whom you just bedded into unconsciousness mere hours ago is a very good idea,” she said wryly to no one in particular. “But if you intend to do so anyway, be my guest. Just don’t blame me if he starts having dreams about you.”

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Luka sat in the kitchen, slowly munching on a slice of honey-covered homemade white bread doused in hot milk. While he was hungry, he found it difficult to force himself to eat. He would rather have checked up on Thermidor, but his mother insisted that he take a seat at the table and eat a good breakfast. He tried to protest he was fine, but didn’t do a very convincing job of it, seeing how his legs kept wobbling like jelly under him and the rest of his body occasionally twitched as well.

Luka recognized the sensation: it was muscle fatigue. He’d felt it after especially harsh training sessions, but never this intensely... and this particular fatigue felt somewhat pleasant, all things considered. He blushed, his mind going back to the previous evening, and he figured his current state had to be due to whatever had happened at the end. When Thermidor had clamped down on him, he’d felt his body go into something akin to a seizure, to the point it almost started feeling painful before he passed out.

His thoughts wandered to the act itself and the sensations it’d left with him, and his eyes glazed over slightly as his mouth hung halfway open, the bread forgotten. It had been so incredibly pleasurable, and he had to admit that if given the choice to do it again purely for pleasure, he’d be hard pressed to refuse. He was beginning to see why men overwhelmed by monsters often lost the will to fight. That kind of pleasure could be dangerously addictive.

He briefly closed his eyes, remembering the feelings he’d experienced. If he just focused a bit, he could even still feel the sensation of Thermidor’s warm, inviting vagina squeezing and sucking on him, and he had no trouble remembering the slow flowing sensation of her energy draining effect. He suddenly felt himself stir down below, and he snapped out of his trance, mentally smacking himself. It was far, far too early to lose himself in perverted thoughts, and besides, he had to check on Thermidor before--

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the kitchen’s door opening, and he glanced over his shoulder to see who it was. His eyes widened, his mouth opened in an ‘O’, and the remaining honeyed bread fell from his suddenly limp hands at the sight before him.

Thermidor had just entered the kitchen, her head halfway turned around as she closed the door behind herself. She was also still in the same state of undress as the previous day, and Luka’s eyes instinctively took in everything they could in the dim light of early morning.

She was just as he remembered her in the barely lit bedroom last evening. Round, firm breasts that nonetheless managed to look deliciously soft; a smooth abdomen; slender, well-shaped hips; and a hairless, puffy mound hiding her inner place. Her skin looked as velvety as before, but now there was a healthy, ethereal glow to it as well, which made it appear even softer.

Luka turned around in a flash and blushed violently as he felt himself stir again, this time more insistently. Pressing slightly against his groin with both hands, he panicked as he realized he couldn’t possibly move without Thermidor noticing the state he was in.

As he tried to think of a solution, he felt the swordswoman sit down on the chair beside his own, and his panic increased. No, no, no! he thought. This is bad, this is really bad! She’ll think I’m a pervert!

As he struggled to hide his boner in the least obvious way possible, Thermidor spoke up, seemingly oblivious to his current plight for the time being.

“Luka? Good morning,” she began, somewhat hesitant. “How... do you feel? Do you hurt anywhere? Perhaps you shouldn’t be up and about already...”

As Thermidor spoke, she noticed that Luka seemed to pointedly ignore her. That disheartened her. Do I make him feel this uncomfortable?, she wondered, depression settling in. Then, she saw him oddly shift around, and noticed he seemed to be insistently pressing his hands against his groin. Blinking, she finally realized why he was acting so stiffly, and suppressed a chuckle behind a gauntleted hand, a strange mix of amusement, feminine pride and mild hunger welling up inside her.

Ah, he must have become excited, she thought, hiding a smile. I suppose Liese was right; perhaps not covering myself was a bad move. Oh well, it’s too late now. Besides, he’s kind of cute fidgeting like that... I could eat him up. Ah! No, that’s a very bad thought to have right now! she reined herself in, ruthlessly squashing the hungry thoughts intruding in her mind.

Taking a deep breath to get her monster instincts under control, she gently laid a hand on Luka’s shoulder. The boy flinched slightly, blushing as his panic became apparent.

“Luka, it’s all right,” she gently told him. “You’re just having a natural reaction to seeing my body, that's all. After yesterday, it would be strange if you didn’t react this way, so don’t worry. Besides... I’m a bit flattered that I can have this effect on you. I always viewed myself as a warrior first, rather than a woman. It’s good to see I’m still desirable to young men.”

Luka shifted slightly, feeling his ears burn in embarrassment, then hesitantly peered at her, and she smiled back at him. Relaxing a bit, but still ashamed at his obvious arousal - she was like a sister to him! A sister! - he timidly turned towards her.

“Um... is it really all right?” he asked. “Aren’t you mad because I’m being perverted?”

“Heh... no, I’m not mad,” she shook her head. “I’m a monster, for one thing. It’s instinctive for me to be proud of the effect I can have on men. And besides... after what we did last evening, feeling embarrassed about something like this is just silly. You became a man with me. Why should you be ashamed of this?”

“Er... it still feels a bit weird,” Luka muttered. “I mean, I’ve been thinking of you as an older sister of sorts... isn’t it bad to have these feelings for family?”

“Don’t be silly, now. There are no blood relations between us,” the fencer pointed out with a slightly exasperated sigh. “It’s alright to think of me as a sister and also want my body... I think. I wonder what I would have thought about this when I was a human... I only became a monster some twenty-five years ago, but I’m already having trouble remembering my human life,” she mused. “It’s almost as if my very spirit wants me to forget I ever was human. Sometimes I wonder what kind of life I led before I found myself in Sabasa...”

“Eh? You’re from Sabasa?” the boy asked, curious. This was the first time he’d heard Thermidor talk about her origins. As he relaxed, his erection began to subside, which caused him to reflexively sigh in relief.

“Not exactly. I lived in Sabasa,” the fencer specified, shaking her head. “But I have no idea whether I was also born there or not. I was found by the city guard wandering the desert outside the walls thirty years ago, nearly dead from exhaustion and carrying a sword wrapped in cloth with me - you may have seen it, it was slung across my back when we first met months ago...”

“Yes, I remember,” Luka nodded. “I was always curious about it. Why do you carry it around? I’ve never seen you use it.”

“Someday I’ll tell you what I know about it,” Thermidor promised. “Which isn’t too terribly much, to be fair. But it’s not important now. Anyway... As I was saying, I was picked up by the guards, and no one in town seemed to know me, so I was very likely not a native of that city. But as to where I was from... it’s anyone’s guess. My memory is a total blank. Nothing of my life prior to me regaining awareness outside Sabasa remains, at all. It's as if my memory was wiped... or wiped itself. And I’m not sure I should try to recover it. For some reason, the thought makes me shiver.”

“Oh, so you have... What's the word - amnesia?” Luka nodded. “That must be annoying. I'd want to remember.”

“Not if you felt like I do at the thought,” Thermidor shook his head with a serious expression. “It’s very unpleasant - enough to make me not even try. I’d rather stay ignorant... whatever it is, just thinking about remembering makes me physically ill.”

“I see,” Luka said, his tone full of sympathy. “I can’t imagine how frustrating it must be. But I hope it all goes well for you.”

“You’re such a precious child,” she smiled as she affectionately rubbed his hair. “I’m glad I didn’t hurt you. I’d never have forgiven myself if something happened to you. And... I’m sorry your first time was so unromantic. You deserved better.”

“Ah... that’s not true,” Luka replied hastily, struggling to keep thoughts of the previous evening, and how good it felt, out of his mind, lest his groin act up again. “I... really am happy it was you. I mean it. I saved you, and I had my first time with someone I care for. Isn’t that one of the best ways to lose my virginity?”

“Thank you. You’re very kind... my precious little brother,” Thermidor smiled again, pulling his head in and kissing his forehead. Luka blushed; she’d pulled him in below her chin, and he was dangerously close to her breasts. He closed his eyes and tried to think unsexy thoughts.

As she let him go, something came to Luka’s mind, and he grabbed her arm as she was about to get up. She looked at him with a questioning glance.

“Um, that Slime Girl yesterday... she was after me for... for my semen, right? She said she was looking for food,” he asked, blushing a little. “Won’t she go hungry now? I feel a little sorry for her, even if she did try to rape me...”

Thermidor stared at him in surprise. Never would she have expected him to spare a thought for the monster that had assaulted him, and this particular thought at that. Her expression became somber as she sighed.

“I honestly cannot say whether she found food or not, but the truth is, I stole her meal from her hands,” she replied quietly. “Of course, you are more important to me than my reputation among fellow monsters, but... you’re right, we should probably both feel bad, because chances are she went to sleep hungry and tired. If I ever run into her, I should apologize.”

“Mmm... I’d like to tell her I’m sorry, too,” the boy said, looking thoughtful. “But I think she’d be pretty mad at me if she saw me again. I just... don’t really wanna see anyone suffer or starve, no matter if it’s monsters or humans.”

“The world could do with more humans like you, Luka,” Thermidor sighed as she caressed his head, smiling. “You’re a good boy. Not many would be worried about a monster who just tried to rape them. Don’t ever change... that kindness you possess is too precious to let it go to waste.”

Then she got up, and Luka made the mistake of looking at her just as she stretched, arching her back. His eyes widened, and he lost control of his erection, which returned with a vengeance. Bending over with his hands pressed against his groin, he groaned.

“Fuaaaaa...”

The noise drew Thermidor’s attention, and she looked down at him, puzzled. “Luka? Are you all right?” She asked, concern creeping into her tone. Then, she noticed he once again had his hands on his groin, remembered the way she’d just stretched, and mentally slapped herself, realizing she’d aroused him again.

As Luka breathed in and out, trying to calm himself, Thermidor looked at him, unconsciously licking her lips. He was in obvious discomfort, and would be for a while still, judging from the bulge she could see past his hands. Briefly, she considered... She could relieve him of his discomfort easily enough, but was it really a good thing to subject him to further activity and another energy loss so soon after last evening?

Torn, she watched him as he struggled against his excitement. On one hand, it could be dangerous. On the other, she was now in full control of her body, and most importantly, she was brimming with energy, so this could possibly be the best, least dangerous time to verify Liese’s claim - that Luka seemed to suffer little to no ill effects from her energy drain.

And even though he’d just given her so much, she felt a powerful urge to have more... as well as a desire to please him to make up for devouring his innocence.

The struggle was brief, but intense, and in the end, watching Luka’s scrunched up face, Thermidor caved in, unable to further resist the combination of monster instincts and her own wish for him to enjoy himself. She really wanted to see pleasure replace that discomfort... and even though she’d never admit it even under torture, she also wanted to savor his energy’s taste once more.

Her decision made, she slowly removed her gauntlets, as well, and then shifted Luka’s seat so that there’d be room for her in front of him. Then she sank to her knees, gently placing her now uncovered hands on his legs.

Luka looked up, startled out of his attempt to get his hormones under control by the gentle touch of her hands. Noticing she was without her glove armor, he briefly stared at her fingers. Contrary to what he’d expect from such a powerful fighter, they were slender and soft looking.

Then he blinked in surprise as she reached for his waist and began pulling his pants down. Completely taken off guard, he didn’t think of resisting until she’d already maneuvered his pants past his knees and he felt a cool draft on his hardened penis, at which point he grasped the fabric of his cloth in alarm to stop it from going further down, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Wha-what are you doing?!” he said, instinctively lowering his voice. He really didn’t want to be caught by his mother in this position, regardless of how much more he may have done the day before in her presence.

“Hmm, I am relieving your discomfort,” Thermidor murmured with an odd gleam in his eyes as she slowly licked her lips. Luka involuntarily shivered; he could feel no malice in the fencer, but he also did feel a distinct sensation of hunger radiating from her. He wondered if his shiver had been one of fear or anticipation.

He was unable to decide on either, however, as before he could further consider, Thermidor grasped his dick gently at the base with the tip of her fingers, leaned in and slowly licked its underside in a long, drawn out motion.

Luka had to bite the inside of his cheek to not cry out. Thermidor’s tongue was hot and, like the rest of her body, had a velvety feel to it. Then she started humming again, the same way she did the previous evening, and the surface of her tongue began to ripple in tune with the hum. This time, Luka bit down on the inside of his mouth hard enough to draw blood.

The fencer looked up and felt a surge of satisfaction and feminine pride well up as she saw Luka’s expression melt in ecstasy. The boy was clearly struggling very hard to not make any noise. She felt the sudden urge to force the moans out of his mouth.

Becoming more intense, she began to lightly massage his shaft with her soft hand as she slowly licked and nibbled it all over. She then positioned his still-covered tip before her mouth, firmly took hold of his foreskin with her lips, and began to slowly peel it back with her tongue and mouth, allowing more and more of the hard member inside as she went. Finally, with a slight pop, his glans was fully freed from its cover and slid farther in, coming to rest on the back of her tongue. From there, she lightly licked all over the extremely sensitive part.

“Auuuuu...”

Luka couldn’t help but allow a stifled moan out of his lips as an intense sensation assaulted his penis. As soon as he’d entered Thermidor’s mouth, he had felt the same flowing sensation he’d experienced the night before, and realized she had started draining his energy. Then she had begun attacking his sensitive tip, and the pleasure from the drain had been drowned out by the intense feel of her tongue lapping away at his member. Already, he felt the buildup he’d experienced the night before, and he knew he’d soon release his semen if Thermidor kept up this treatment. He sighed and leaned back, relaxing. There was neither need nor reason to hold back.

The monster woman, however, had other ideas, and wouldn’t allow such a quick orgasm. As she felt him relax, she stopped her ministrations and pulled his penis out of her mouth, beginning to slowly stroke it in such a way that Luka felt his buildup fade away while still experiencing pleasure. Looking down, he found himself emitting a groan of protest.

Thermidor’s only answer was a mischievous smile. She kept stroking his dick in slow, drawn out motions, making sure the pleasure would remain high, but not high enough to cause an orgasm. Slowly, Luka began to feel frustrated. While it was true that being able to savor this sensation for more than a few seconds was heavenly, he was close to tears from the spiking desire he felt to empty his seed in the swordswoman’s mouth.

Sensing his frustration, Thermidor decided she’d teased him enough. After all, she wished to please him, not torture him, and while this kind of torture was a pleasant one, the boy had been a virgin mere hours before. He still lacked the patience to savor the delicious agony of anticipation.

However, Thermidor decided she wanted Luka to have a more active role. Looking up at him, she smiled.

“You want to come, don’t you?” she asked coyly. At his quick nod, she chuckled and released his penis. He looked at her in confusion.

“If that’s what you want...” she said, shifting so that her lips pressed directly against the tip. “Then put it in yourself.”

Luka stared.

“...what?”

“You heard me,” Thermidor said, slowly licking her lips for emphasis. “If you want my mouth to service you to the end... put your hard dick in yourself. Otherwise I won’t do it.”

Luka stared again, licking his own lips which had suddenly gone dry as he felt himself get even harder. She wanted him to... use her? Somehow, the thought was unbearably arousing.

Hesitantly, he reached for his throbbing penis, and grasped it. Thermidor simply opened her mouth and partly stuck her tongue out, waiting. Taking a deep breath, Luka bit his lip as he guided his dick towards its goal, resting its underside on Thermidor’s tongue. Then, he shifted his hips forward, and slowly slid it in.

The fencer hummed as he did so, pleased with his assertiveness. That was nearly enough to make him come on the spot, as he’d been transfixed watching himself slide his hard cock in the waiting mouth of the woman he’d just hours before lost his virginity to, and the sudden rippling of her tongue against his underside took him off guard. He quickly found himself on the brink again, and stopped moving, too overwhelmed to continue.

Thermidor finally took pity on him. Deciding he’d done well enough, she leaned forward and slowly closed her mouth around his full length. Then, she began sucking.

That was more than enough. Unable to contain himself anymore, Luka let out a strangled cry as he came hard, flooding the swordswoman’s mouth with semen.

Thermidor’s hum became even louder as he emptied himself in her mouth and she greedily swallowed, lost in the delicious taste of Luka’s seed and the burst of lifeforce that followed it. It was nothing like what she’d felt the previous night, but still a powerful sensation. Thirsting for more, she sucked even harder.

Luka writhed in pleasure at that, the rippling increasing in tune with the monster’s hum and subjecting his still-coming penis to unbearable stimulation. Short on breath from the powerful sensations, he began feeling lightheaded.

“A-ah... stop! I... can’t take it anymore!” he pleaded weakly, close to passing out from the pleasure. Looking up, the fencer quietly watched his face as she intensely sucked on his sensitive member for a few more seconds. Then, she finally drew back and slowly allowed it to slide out of her mouth, satisfied with her handiwork.

Looking up, she saw Luka look at her with a tired, bewildered expression as he panted, covered in enough sweat that his shirt had become transparent. Once again, she felt satisfaction at her womanly skills. Giving Luka’s softening member a few final licks to clean every trace of fluid off it, she finally stopped and rose to her feet. Watching him slowly return to a normal breathing rhythm and regain his composure, she absentmindedly searched around her mouth with the tip of her tongue for a last taste of his semen. It was, she decided, just as delicious in her mouth as it had been in her pussy.

“Mmmm, that should do it, right?” She murmured in a sultry tone. “I’m glad to see I haven’t lost my touch even after so much time without sex. So then, do you feel better now?”

Still panting, Luka looked up at her. After a few seconds of staring - and Thermidor noticed he’d been focused on her lips the entire time - he slowly nodded.

“Good, good,” She smiled. “Was it pleasurable?”

“A... absolutely,” Luka honestly replied. Thermidor’s smile grew larger and she leaned in, kissing his forehead.

“Even better,” she said, pleased. “Now I finally feel a bit less guilty about being your first. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself... I wanted to properly please you.”

Turning around and picking her discarded gauntlets back up, the fencer glanced at the boy’s exhausted form. “You may want to change those clothes before your mother sees you,” she added with an uncharacteristic wink. “We wouldn’t want her to think we’ve become perverts, now, would we?”

Luka could only nod as he saw her leave the kitchen.

Somehow, he had a feeling his life had just become a lot more interesting.

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Hidden inside the broom closet, Liese held her breath as Thermidor walked past her, whistling a tune happily as she returned to the master bedroom. Once the fencer had disappeared inside the room, she came out and sighed as she looked with shining eyes at the kitchen’s door, resting a flushed cheek on one hand.

“Oh dear,” she muttered as she headed to the bath to cool herself off. “I suppose Thermidor wanted breakfast, too... but I don’t think I can take much more of this. It’s been too long since I had a man myself...”

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And so, life resumed as before - or, at least, as close to before as it could be. Thermidor moved back to her home in the ruins afterwards, and Luka resumed visiting her a few days later, having recovered from the weakness his intense experiences had left in him.

Liese was relieved that no more activities would take place in her house. While she harbored no lustful thoughts for her son, ignoring what he and Thermidor had been doing proved nearly impossible and left her very frustrated at her own inactive sex life. She welcomed the moment when the monster moved out and returned to the forest ruins.

She had no doubt that there would be more encounters between Luka and the fencer, as she needed sustenance, he was willing to provide it, and Thermidor seemed to have been reassured that he would be in no danger from having intimate contact with her. But she was unconcerned; she had seen more than enough evidence that her son was safe in the monster woman’s company.

Certain changes were inevitable. After the powerful experiences Luka shared with Thermidor, the two became closer - more than just siblings, but less than lovers. It was an odd situation, an in-between state that would have irritated anyone else, but to them it worked just fine as it was, and no attempt was made to change anything.

Having recovered her strength, Thermidor decided the time had come for Luka to move from solo training to sparring. Slashing at air or at a mannequin only helped so much, after all; an actual enemy wouldn’t be standing still, and Luka needed to learn how to effectively deal with a moving opponent, especially in the wake of his rather unfortunate faceoff with the Slime Girl.

One week passed... and around that time, Luka began to experience an unfortunate problem.

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“Come on, focus on my movements!” Thermidor incited Luka as she weaved around his attacks. “Don’t slash at random. Try to anticipate where I will be and aim there. Time it so there’s no time to change direction or put defenses up...”

Luka gritted his teeth, attempting to focus. They had been training like this for a while, with him practicing all the moves he’d been taught as Thermidor simply dodged them, and at first it had been good. But lately, he found it harder and harder to focus, finding the smooth movements of her body distracting.

The very vivid dream he’d had that morning didn’t help at all. He’d woken up drenched in sweat and feeling very hot, having relived his first experience with the fencer - with several added parts that weren’t there before, as well, likely prompted by the events of the morning after that fateful day - and for the whole training session he’d been inattentive. His eyes kept wandering to parts of Thermidor’s body that they really weren’t supposed to focus on during practice.

He blinked some sweat out of his eyes as he looked up at her, and couldn’t help but be drawn to her mouth. Ah, it had felt so good that morning...

A sudden jolt of pain in his sword arm snapped him out of his reverie, and he watched his sword sail through the air, knocked out of his hands by the swordswoman in a smooth move. Immediately afterwards, his world was turned upside down as she moved in, stepped to his side as she reached for his opposite shoulder with her arms, and moved her leg behind his own, shoving him off his feet and on the grassy ground. As he lay dazed there, she stepped over and straddled him, planting her sword in the soil inches from his head.

“...and you’re dead. Again,” she frowned, unhappy. "What are you doing, Luka? You aren’t normally this prone to making mistakes. Why are you so distracted?”

“Ah...” Luka muttered, finding himself unable to ignore the soft pressure of her panty-covered pussy resting on his groin. He tried to quickly think of something else, but it was entirely too late; the stimulation was enough to make him hard.

Thermidor looked down at him puzzled, then her expression became annoyed as she felt his hardness push against her. She sighed, shaking her head in exasperation.

“You can’t be serious,” she said in a disapproving tone. “You’re in the middle of practice and you’re thinking of that? Perhaps leaving you alone these past days was a mistake...”

As she looked at him, her gaze became thoughtful.

“Come to think of it, that’s pretty sensitive, for you to become this aroused just from me sitting on you,” she murmured, considering him. “And, no offense, but you were a bit of a quick shot before... Hm, I wonder just how quick and sensitive we’re talking about?”

Luka felt a chill run down his spine. Somehow, the way she’d said it alarmed him. Before he could ask her what she meant, he felt her suddenly start to grind her mound against his penis through his pants, in slow but deliberate movements.

“Aaaaah?! W-wait! I’m sorry, I just--”

“Quiet,” she commanded him as her grinding picked up in pace. “There’s something I want to check.”

"B-but - aaahh! Stop! This is too intense!” he protested as he felt her strong ministrations causing a quick buildup towards an orgasm. Between the state of arousal he’d been in since he’d awakened and the current stimulation, he felt himself race towards the edge even faster than usual.

“That’s the point of it,” she replied, not stopping. Planting her hands on his chest, she shoved him back down when he attempted to struggle free, grinding even harder.

Luka couldn’t take it anymore. With a cry of pleasure, he came, his seed staining his pants as Thermidor ground against him.

Thermidor slowed down to a halt as she felt the boy shudder in release beneath her. She frowned. Even for someone who had been a virgin a short time before, that was a very quick climax. That wouldn’t do at all if Luka was serious about becoming a Hero.

“No, no... You have to do better than this, Luka,” she chided him as he panted, still pinned to the ground by her form and flushing in shame. “Listen. Most monsters out there won’t care about a fair fight or any such thing; they will instead aim to overwhelm you with pleasure attacks. It’s your semen they will be interested in, not your life... usually, at least. Some monsters may just want both.”

She looked down at him as the boy returned her gaze, understanding slowly dawning in his eyes.

“If you are this vulnerable against pleasure attacks, you will be defeated in an instant even by relatively weak monsters,” she continued. “You need to train both swords equally - the one in your hands, and the one on your body. Neither must be weak; if either breaks, you will fall. Do you understand?”

Luka looked at her serious face, then slowly nodded. She returned the nod.

“Good,” she concluded. “Then, burn this humiliation I inflicted upon you in your mind, and resolve to never experience it again. I will train your body as well as your techniques from now on. Although, I will be honest: I will probably enjoy it,” she added with a slight smile.

Luka couldn’t help but smile back. He couldn't smile for long, though, as Thermidor began grinding against his crotch once more.

“We will start your additional training... now.”

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Two more weeks passed, with Luka receiving training in both techniques and body. While his progress in the martial arts was smooth, albeit at a slower pace than before due to the shift from learning to practicing what he’d learned, his advancements on the intimate side were... less satisfactory.

During that time, Luka often returned home very tired, both from the tougher training regimen and from the frequent additional training to improve his resilience to pleasure attacks. However, as time went on, he began to feel less tired from those sessions, although there seemed to be no apparent improvement in his ‘other’ stamina.

Liese observed him come and go, her expression unreadable. Then, one day, she unexpectedly showed up during training hours.

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Liese and Thermidor sat at an outdoor table in the ruins’ courtyard, watching Luka practice lunges against a mannequin. The boy and the monster had been surprised when the human woman had suddenly showed up in the middle of their sparring practice and asked to speak with the fencer, but Thermidor agreed, and Luka had resumed solo training as the two isolated themselves a bit.

Silence reigned for a time, as both women watched the boy practice. Thermidor had set up a spinning mannequin, and placed small sacks of sand on one arm while a shield was on the other. The exercise was simple: hit the center of the shield, or as close to it as possible, without the mannequin spinning and whacking the boy in the head with the sandbags. It was actually a jousting mannequin, refitted for use in melee training. For this particular exercise, Thermidor had forced Luka to wear protection around the head, as well.

After a while, Liese set down her cup of herbal tea and looked at Thermidor. She had, after all, come to the ruins to talk, not to play the silent game.

“I have noticed Luka comes home more worn out and flushed than he used to, lately,” she said in a studied playful tone. “Is there anything I should know?”

“Isn’t it just a little bit too late to worry about whether leaving a delicious young boy alone with a semen- and life-eating monster is a good idea?” the fencer replied, not taking the bait and ostensibly looking straight ahead. Liese sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy, apparently.

“Thermidor,” she said calmly. “I understand you are still mad at me. That’s why I came here. I’d like to make peace with you. We were good friends before this happened... I’d like for us to be good friends again.”

Thermidor didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze followed Luka as he moved nimbly, dodging the spinning mannequin’s sandbags while applying precise thrusting blows at the shield. After a length of time, she sighed and turned to the human.

“I’m not angry at you,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “I suppose I am just overthinking it. I am a monster, ultimately: I have to eat to live. Currently, that means Luka is my only source of sustenance. Thus, I have to have sex with him, even though I am a dangerous monster, because I doubt he’d let me refuse if my life was on the line again. But... I still can’t help but think that this is wrong on some level. And I suppose this feeling of unease takes form in my animosity towards you. I am, I guess, using you as a scapegoat.”

“I see...” Liese murmured. “But, Luka did say it’s all right, did he not?”

“He did,” Thermidor sighed. “Which is why I’m saying that I’m overthinking it. Perhaps it’s what’s left of my human morals talking. Were I a full monster, it might be easier.”

“If you were a full monster, you would probably not be you,” Liese pointed out. “You are indeed overthinking it. Stop doing that and go with the flow. It’s the same thing I told Luka, and I’m now telling you as well.”

“Go with the flow, huh,” she mused. “Is it really all right for me to do that? I found myself wanting to indulge my instincts more and more since that night... is it really fine for me to do so?”

“Why not?” Liese insisted. “Luka doesn’t hate it, clearly, or he’d have said so. That boy is a terrible liar; if he tried to hide it, we’d both know at once. But he didn’t, did he?” At Thermidor’s negative headshake, she continued. “And you don’t hate it either, and he’s in no danger... well, not unless you decide to do it for twelve hours straight in one go or something like that,” she concluded with a wry smile. Thermidor chuckled.

“Twelve hours?” she shook her head. “He has trouble lasting twelve seconds. I had to start training his endurance, too. When I think of how quickly he'd fall if some less-caring monster got her hooks into him...”

“Ah, so that’s why he often comes home red as a tomato and looking like a tiger mauled him,” Liese exclaimed with a knowing smile. Thermidor glared at her.

“A tiger? I’ll have you know I’m a perfect lady!” she retorted. Liese gave her a clear ‘I-don’t-believe-you’ look, and for a few seconds, the two women held eye contact. Then, they dissolved into giggling.

After a bit, they calmed down, and began chatting. Eventually, their talk landed on the subject of the current state the world was in, and the atmosphere became more somber. Liese eventually asked Thermidor what chances she saw that humans and monsters could coexist peacefully. Thermidor’s brows furrowed at that, and she sat quietly, thinking.

“As things are now... I don’t see much hope,” she answered honestly. “Monsters and humans just don’t talk enough to understand each other, or even try to. I have to disguise myself as a human just to enter most towns to resupply, and I am one of the few lucky monsters who can convincingly pass for a human warrior, so long as I dim my glow down and cover my ears with a headband, my hair or something similar.”

“That’s true,” Liese said, her expression growing sadder. “And Ilias Kreuz doesn’t improve things, either.”

“Ilias Kreuz...” Thermidor murmured. “That’s the anti-monster terrorist organization, isn’t it? I hear it’s lost support among humans over the last few years.”

“Supposedly it has, especially after its founder reportedly lost his life to a monster,” Liese confirmed, a brief expression of sorrow crossing her face as she mentioned the leader. “But they are still too active and too well-funded. Something else must be afoot.”

“They probably have someone very rich privately backing them,” the fencer commented, missing the flash of sadness in Liese’s eyes. “Or many someones. They do seem to have fallen on hard times, though; most towns don’t want them in because they have taken to indiscriminately bombing everyone and everything.”

“Mmmm,” Liese nodded, then changed the subject. “What about your experiences? Have you seen places where humans and monsters get along in your travels?”

“There... are actually a few,” Thermidor said slowly. “Port Natalia actually has mermaids and humans getting along without issue, aside from the occasional Ilias Kreuz troublemaker. And I hear Grand Noah allows monsters to freely come and go from the town. Then there’s Grangold... but the ants there seem more like they're slaves to the humans than coexisting with them.”

“Really...?” Liese said in surprise. “I didn’t think there’d be so many places like that - not after the massacre of Remina, 30 years ago. What an awful event, that.”

Thermidor’s vision shifted a bit for an instant. She blinked, unsure of what had happened, then shook her head, shrugging. Must have been a brief vertigo, she thought.

“Thermidor? Is everything all right?” she heard Liese call to her, and looked at the woman beside her. The human had a puzzled expression. “Your eyes went sort of vacant for a moment. Is something the matter?”

“No, no... just a moment of dizziness,” Thermidor reassured her. “I seem to get them every now and then. I’m not sure what’s causing them, exactly... they happen rarely, too rarely for me to notice any common patterns between them.”

“Mmmm... well, just don’t push yourself,” Liese nodded, relaxing. “It may just be the excitement of this period that’s catching up with you.”

“Right,” Thermidor nodded. “No point worrying about it... for now,” she added in a lower voice, unheard by Liese. With a frown, she resumed watching Luka’s training, feeling somewhat troubled.

She wasn't sure what was causing those blank spells, but she was sure it meant something.

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