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  Monster Girls 2

  Edward Lang

  Copyright © 2020 by Edward Lang

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  Also by Edward Lang

  As Edward Lang

  Monster Girls 1

  Monster Girls 2

  Monster Girls 3

  (January 2021)

  Monster Girl Mountain

  As AJ Markam

  Succubus

  (Kindle and audiobook)

  Succubus 2: Hell To Pay

  (Kindle and audiobook)

  Succubus 3:

  The Good, The Bad, And The Crazy Stupid Hot

  (Kindle and audiobook)

  Succubus 4:

  Gnome Place Like Home

  (Kindle and audiobook)

  Succubus 5:

  Hardcore Dungeon Core

  (Kindle and audiobook)

  Succubus 6:

  Devil In The Deep Blue Sea

  (Kindle and audiobook)

  Succubus 7:

  Fairy Tale

  (Kindle and audiobook)

  Succubus Christmas Special

  (Short story and audiobook)

  Ex-Superheroes 1

  (Kindle and Audiobook)

  Ex-Superheroes 2

  (Kindle and Audiobook)

  As Rob Nolan

  Time Mage

  (Kindle)

  Time Mage 2

  (Kindle)

  Iron Mage

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  Iron Mage 2

  (Kindle)

  Contents

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Mailing List

  Also by Edward Lang

  Foreword

  If you’ve already read Book One, then you know that the ‘naughty bits’ in this book are of a fade-to-black nature. However, I wrote most of the sex scenes – I just didn’t include them in the Kindle edition.

  If you want the sex scenes, I’ll tell you how to get them for free at the end of the book.

  (And oh man… just wait until you read about the female centaurs…)

  1

  So. Let’s see if I can recap everything that happened to me in the last 24 hours.

  First off, I died. (Heroically! Saving a baby and a dog from a fire!)

  Then I came back to life on a completely different planet, one with magic… and monster girls! (Which were my favorite thing back when I was alive on Earth, even if I only ever saw them in anime and manga. But now they were real.)

  I met a magic piece of parchment who keeps me informed about what the hell’s going on in this new place.

  Turns out, the world here is ruled by a vicious group of warlords called the Imperium, and they want to kill all monster girls.

  Speaking of monster girls, I slept with a beautiful lamia named Alia…

  A gorgeous dryad named Dyra…

  A sweet arachne named Spirella…

  And a badass lich named Zala.

  We led an uprising of Zala’s friends against a murderous supernatural villain called the Baron and killed him.

  Yeah… that’s about it.

  I think you’re about up to speed now.

  2

  After the Baron’s death, we took it easy for the next couple of days. Mostly we lazed around the house and ate and drank to our heart’s content. Whatever the Baron’s other horrendous evils, at least he hadn’t gotten rid of the barrels of beer and bottles of wine stored in the mansion’s cellar.

  Oh, and me and the girls had sex to our hearts’ content.

  It was a good couple of days.

  Eventually, though, our thoughts turned to what we should do next.

  “Have sex,” Alia said tipsily over her mug of ale.

  “After that,” I said with a grin.

  “…have sex again…?”

  We were sitting around the dinner table in the mansion’s great hall – me, Alia, Spirella, Dyra, and Zala. Urt and Vurt and the rest of the liches had long since gone back to the graveyard; they found it a lot more comfortable to sleep belowground than above.

  “I think we need to take down the Imperium,” I said.

  The women all looked at me in shock.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I thought that was just talk while you were fighting the Baron,” Zala said.

  “Me, too,” Spirella said timidly.

  Dyra and Alia nodded in buzzed agreement.

  “Not at all,” I said.

  “But… that’s insane,” Zala said.

  “Why?”

  “Well, because they’re EVERYWHERE, for one,” Dyra said.

  “There was a time when they weren’t,” I reminded her.

  “But they’re so powerful,” Alia moaned.

  “All empires fall,” I pointed out.

  Zala cocked an eye at me. “And you’re the one to take them down, huh?”

  “With your help – with all of your help.”

  I could tell they weren’t convinced, so I stepped into my ‘Battle Hymn of the Republic playing in the background’ mode of speaking.

  “Look, you know I’m one of the Returned. You know I’m not originally from here. But when I showed up in this world, you all stood by me within an hour of meeting me – sometimes within just minutes of meeting me. Alia, you helped me fight off the Baron and his men. Dyra, you literally saved my life. Spirella, you helped us escape the dungeon. Zala – without you, I wouldn’t have been able to rescue the others. And you all fought by my side after that.

  “We did something that every single person who lives around here would’ve said was impossible: we took down the Baron. And we did it because you guys agreed to help out a stranger, new to this world, who probably would have died without you. And I helped you back – or at least Dyra and Spirella, since I helped get you out of prisons you were in, whether it was the Baron’s dungeon or those monster hunters’ enchanted cage.”

  “You helped me get my revenge,” Zala said.

  “And I would have eventually gotten caught because of the bounty on my head,” Alia agreed.

  “So we all helped each other. But think about this: all throughout this world, there are other innocent monster girls like you, of all different types, being hurt and killed by the Imperium. They’re waiting for someone to come along and help them – and if someone doesn’t step up and do it, they’re going to eventually die. They’ll either be hunted down in their homes… or trapped and put in cages… or wither away in dungeons… or worse, they’ll be sacrificed like the Baron said he was going to do to you. Can you let that happen? Because I know I can’t.”

  “But how are just a few of us going to take down the whole Imperium?” Alia wailed.

  “One bastard at a time. We’re not going to go after the Dark Immortal – at least, not right away. We’re going to take out the other Baro
ns, the other little guys, on the edges first. As we grow stronger, we’ll go after the bigger players, until we’re powerful enough to go after the Dark Immortal himself.”

  “How are we going to get more powerful?” Spirella asked.

  “We’ll get more allies. We’ll convince more people to join our cause.”

  “Is that REALLY going to work?” Dyra asked doubtfully.

  “Look at me, for example. Just a few days ago, I was a know-nothing chump who showed up in a totally foreign world, with no powers, no knowledge, no nothing. And I met four gorgeous women who gave me powers… who stood by my side… and who helped me take down an asshole who ruled this entire region.”

  “We had an army behind us, though,” Alia said.

  I looked at Zala. “Do you think Urt and Vurt and the others would help us?”

  She nodded. “Probably. Maybe not all of them – but most of them. I mean, the alternative is to rot away in the graveyard back there. Taking down the Baron was the most exciting moment of their afterlives – they’re not going to want to sit here at home while we go on adventures and conquer an empire.”

  “You see?” I said to Alia. “We’ll still have an army – and we’ll build a bigger one on the way.”

  “But the villagers we meet won’t help us,” Zala cautioned me. “They’ll think we’re mad to even try to oppose the Imperium.”

  I shrugged. “Who knows – maybe some will actually join us.”

  “Unlikely,” she said drily. “And not only that, but we’re going to draw the attention of the Imperium itself. They’re going to come after us. And the more successful we are in taking out their lieutenants, the more soldiers and mercenaries and assassins they’re going to send after us.”

  “Let them come,” I said resolutely.

  “You could die doing this, you know,” Dyra said.

  “You’re right, I could – but I could have kept my head down when I first got here and tried to become a peasant back in Mereep, too. Shoveling out stables or working on a turnip farm. But then I never would have met any of you. Trust me, that’s been the best part of my afterlife – and none of it would have happened if I hadn’t stuck my neck out and taken a chance. And freeing other women like you, so they don’t have to live in terror of the Imperium? That’s something worth fighting for.”

  Parch spoke up.

  Stirring words, if I do say so myself.

  I nodded at him gratefully, though I didn’t answer him. I didn’t want any confusion amongst the girls – not now, at the height of my speech.

  After all, Abraham Lincoln didn’t end the Gettysburg Address by talking to his imaginary friend.

  Not that I’m saying I’m Abraham Lincoln or that my little talk was in any way comparable to the Gettysburg Address.

  At least one other person in the room agreed with that statement – or would have, if she’d known what the hell the Gettysburg Address was.

  “You just want to have sex with more monster girls,” Alia said, giving me some serious side-eye.

  I grinned. “I can’t deny that. But you say it like it’s a bad thing.”

  “Hmph,” she pouted.

  “I think you’ve enjoyed having sex with monster girls, too, the last few days.”

  Alia blushed bright red and got a goofy smile on her face.

  So did the other women at the table.

  “What do you say? Are you in?” I asked.

  “I am,” Zala said.

  “Me too,” Alia agreed.

  “I will, too, even if it’s dangerous,” Spirella said sweetly.

  “I will go wherever you go, Scott,” Dyra said, then added hesitantly, “however…”

  I frowned. “‘However’ what?”

  “As a dryad, I am bound to my Heart Tree, and cannot go more than a few miles away from it, or I will slowly begin to wither away.”

  “Heart Tree?”

  “The tree I was mystically bound to when I first came into this world as a seedling. If it dies, I die – and I cannot be away from it for long. Right now, I am on the very edge of the boundary where I can still retain my strength.”

  My heart sank. “Are you saying you can’t come with us?”

  “Ordinarily, I would not be able to… but there is a ceremony I can perform where I plant a new seedling and bind myself to it. However, it would involve YOU becoming my new Heart Tree.”

  “I can do that?”

  “…if you are willing…” she said shyly, like she wasn’t sure I would be.

  “Well, I’m definitely willing – but how can I possibly be a tree?”

  “You wouldn’t – the seed would merely grow inside you.”

  I worked hard to stifle my reaction.

  A seed growing inside me?

  Sounded like some David Cronenberg-style body-horror shit to me.

  Parch spoke up and saved the day.

  The dryad ritual known as Reseeding

  is very rarely done, and can only be attempted

  once during a dryad’s lifetime.

  There are legends of dryads performing

  Reseeding on humans – in particular,

  an ancient tale of a dryad named Tylla

  who fell in love with a human,

  performed Reseeding on him, married him,

  and then died in his arms

  when he perished of old age.

  I looked over at Dyra. “Have you ever heard of a dryad named Tylla?”

  Dyra’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears. “Yes!”

  “Why are you crying?”

  “Because that story is so romantic!”

  Parch explained further.

  A dryad is functionally immortal

  until her Heart Tree dies, which –

  depending on the type of tree –

  can take hundreds,

  sometimes even a thousand years,

  if the tree is not chopped down

  or destroyed by wind or fire.

  So for a dryad to take a human

  as a mate and Reseed her tree to him

  is seen as the ultimate expression

  of love and self-sacrifice.

  She would be giving up a centuries-long life

  for the lifespan of a human.

  Okay, now I felt bad that I was even icked out by the suggestion, given what Dyra was willing to sacrifice for me.

  But I still had questions.

  “Will it hurt?” I asked.

  “No,” Dyra reassured me. “Well, just the insertion of it, but I will heal you immediately.”

  Okay, the term ‘insertion’ was not helping matters any.

  Again, Parch with the save:

  The Reseeding ritual merely involves

  a shallow cut, at which point the seed –

  which is the size of a grain of wheat –

  is implanted.

  While inside a human,

  the seed grows very slowly,

  almost imperceptibly.

  It will never sprout while the human is alive.

  Only after the human has died will it begin

  the normal life cycle of a plant.

  The growth of the tree from the human

  is seen as the ultimate symbol of love

  in the dryad myth, since the Heart Tree

  is the most holy object in the dryad’s life.

  Having the tree spring from the human’s body

  after his death is seen as a reuniting

  of the dryad and human’s souls in the afterlife.

  “Okay,” I said, realizing that what Dyra had proposed meant a hell of a lot to her, in ways I couldn’t even fathom. I took her hands in mine and smiled. “I’m in.”

  She broke down in tears of joy and kissed me.

  The rest of the women erupted in a sustained “Awwwwwww!” – sort of like they had just witnessed the most romantic thing imaginable.

  Thank god my harem’s Jealousy had been squashed by all our foursomes, or they might have had a very diffe
rent reaction.

  After I finished kissing Dyra, I turned to the rest of the group and grinned. “It’s settled – we’ll do the Reseeding ceremony, then go take down the Imperium. Now we just have to figure out where to go. Hey, Parch – can you show me a map with the closest areas to us that are controlled by the Imperium?”

  Of course.

  The words on Parch’s surface disappeared, replaced by a line drawing of a simple map. I saw the word ‘Mereep’ next to a tiny dot, and a small ‘X’ with ‘Baron’s Manor’ next to it, surrounded by woods.

  There were other markers and names, too. Apparently we could go in just about any direction and find somebody to fight, because there were multiple skull and crossbones in regions to the north, south, east, and west.

  “…oh,” I said, a little disheartened.

  I had sort of thought we were on the edge of the empire. I hadn’t realized we were smack dab in the middle of it, surrounded on all sides.

  “What?” Zala asked, noting my apprehension.

  “Nothing, there’s just a lot of ground to cover until we get to our next target,” I lied. “Parch, who’s the weakest opponent we could face, would you say?”