Building Harem And Dungeon With Monster Girls

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Garnet loved her boots, of course. They were heeled which changed the way she walked. She had even more sway, her ass somehow perkier. She became even more playful which made my sparring lessons interesting.

I could be in the middle of a match when she would just plop down on my shoulders and plant her pussy on my face. That shaved, spicy snatch was a hard thing to ignore. My sister was a succulent peach just demanding that I enjoy her juicy delights.

Which I did.

For the next week, I spent much of my time training. Usiku taught me the basics of footwork and how to stand.

We would spend hours doing that with Garnet trying to trip me up with her devil-tail while holding this innocent expression on her face.

Lana watched intently, though. Studying what we were doing. Soon, she was joining in the footwork exercises, learning how to move better. Usiku, it turned out, did some tae kwon do so she knew something about fighting beyond what being a fomorian could do.

Garnet, being unable to resist, joined in the fun, too. She would scamper around with us on her heeled boots, giggling in delight.

Then I would spar with Usiku. I learned about guard stances. How to use my weapon to defend myself and attack. How not to telegraph my strikes. That was hard. I wanted to wind up to deliver devastating hits, but that just left you open to attack and told the enemy what you were going to do. You didn't want that.

I dripped in sweat by the time I was done; my muscles were sore. Luckily, the bath was a great place to relax. I could spend an hour in there just soaking. Of course, none of my women would let me rest for long before they were playing with my cock.

Near the end of the week, the other monster girls were coming off their posts to spar with me. I dodged lighting blasts from the will o' wisps and leaping attacks from the wildhounds. Their claws and teeth tried to find my flesh. They were all serious about helping me fight.

I was glad I could grab my Void Crystal and heal myself when one of my monster girls was too enthusiastic.

"Sorry, Lord Leo," whimpered Gwyllt as I pressed a hand to my bleeding thigh. She crouched before me, her triangular ears wilted, her entire body shrinking down.

"It's fine," I grunted, crimson welling between my fingers.

"Leo," gasped Lana Fulmine. She rushed over to me and put her arm around me. "Let's get you to the Crystal."

"Bad puppy!" Garnet scolded. My sister-succubus conjured a whip out of shadows. I blinked at that. She suddenly looked like a dominatrix in her thigh-high boots. Her small breasts jiggled. Her demon tail swished back and forth.

"No!" I barked. "Gwyllt was doing what I told her to do. She was supposed to attack me. I should have blocked it. Pain will teach me not to do that stupid move again."

Garnet wilted. Her wings dropped. "Fine, big bro," she muttered, looking so sad. "I won't whip her."

"You can whip me, Little Sis Garnet," said Gwyllt. The wildhounds doted on my sister. They loved her like she was their kid sis. "It's fine. I can take it." She bent down low and thrust her rump up in the air, her black tail curling to the side so that her pale ass was exposed.

"Yay!" Garnet cheered. I had no idea she had this side to her.

It must be the succubus parts of her. She was a creature of sex now. Kinky sex. She grinned and formed the whip out of shadows again. It wasn't like the weapons that Usiku could form out of the darkness. This seemed so ephemeral, like my sister could use it for the sole purpose of whipping a bad monster girl.

"Wait until we get back," Lana said, guiding me to the hallway that led to our quarters. "Your brother deserves to watch."

"Oh, right," said Garnet. Delight flashed across her mischievous face. "That makes sense. He definitely deserves to see how hot and sexy this is. Ooh, ooh, it'll be hot. Look at her cute rump. I want to pet it with my whip!"

I grunted. I might have made myself stronger and faster, but it wasn't always enough. Gwyllt had torn her claws deep into my muscles. I limped, leaning on Lana. My lightning sprite movie starlet helped me to the room.

"Can you clean the blood up, too," she said, staring back at the floor. I was leaving a trail of splatter behind.

"Yes, dear," I said in a playful tone like I was her put-upon husband and she was "honey doing" me.

She smiled. "I am being a little wifey, aren't I?" She laughed. "Well, aren't Garnet and I your wives?"