This is a reupload of my first story in the MGE series that's been taken down. I want to state more clearly that just because I don't always explicitly spell out the age of some characters, none of them are ever intended to be underage.
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The land of the Order has seen a lot of change lately. With the human world slowly merging and accepting the existence of monsters we have enabled a lot more options with our travel routes.
My name is Mikhail and I am a travelling merchant from the land of the human Order of the Chief God and more importantly the village of Walakai within the forests around the center of our land.
I was a young man when I began to find the idea of travelling all around the continents to be the most exciting career option in the future and thus decided to become a merchant, selling the wares the village I lived in produced to share our culture with the world.
I wore a simple linen shirt and a soft woolen pair of pants with a sash holding them up when I started my journey from the center to the outer regions of the Order's lands. I wiped my forehead in the searing summer heat as my red bangs stuck to my sweaty skin. The rattling, heavy backpack on my shoulders did not make the heat any easier to bear.
I really thought that this job, as the village's pack mule basically, would lead me to exciting places and spice my life up a bit. Little did I know about the dangers that were lurking in the forests. Living in the village, I never met any of the so-called monster girls out there, except for the odd dwarf or elf if you could even call them monsters.
That one fateful day though, I came across something that maybe I shouldn't have.
I was just leaving the village behind me, the sun burning on top of my head. Only the huge backpack of goods occasionally gave me shadow when the angle was right.
I was trudging forward as the loose wood and metal wares clappered around on my back. It would just be a few feet more and I would enter the lush forests of Walakai, the first steps into the wild unknown territory.
"Come on, Mikhail, you're a big man now, what's the worst these monsters can do beside eating you alive? *gulp*" I tried to reassure myself but it wasn't very convincing. From what the Order taught us, most monsters are to be avoided at all cost because they can and will take your life easily and without remorse. That's why the Order is at constant war with them after all. They are seeping with demonic energy that taints their minds and twists their perception of reality.
Nobody knew what to expect when dealing with them since they are so varied in behavior. But nonetheless, I had to step right into their territory.
The leaves of the trees rustled gently in the breeze which blew around with a welcome coolness. But I was far from temperate as thoughts of fear crossed my mind. What kind of creature could lurk within these woods? Maybe an ugly witch or a mutated blob of disgusting slime, or a horrendous beast with bloodied fangs.
I breathed deeply trying not to think of it and to enjoy the calm that I had to myself now. I rarely got that back in my days, the calm that is. I worked a local pub with my parents, always visited by drunks and loud rowdies who every now and then felt like they had to beat each other's skulls in while I uninterestedly scrubbed the floors after them. That was no way to live the life. All I wanted was to be with nature and take in the wonders of creation.
How ironic, considering what happened then.
"AAAHhhhhAHH!" A loud yell cried out of the thicket next to the trampled path. It shook me the moment the female voice of distress reached my ears.
A flock of crows abandoned the forest fluttering wildly. Always a sign of good fortune.
I wagered what to do in my mind but the sense of doing the right thing was annoyingly nagging on my conscience. My body wanted to bolt and get as far away as possible but my mind was set on investigating the noise. "Ah shit, I can't just back away now, can I?" I threw off my backpack and against my better judgement headed inside the denser forest.
It took me very deep into the thicket and far away from my original path, but I eventually found the source of the loud, continuing yells. Which sounded rather sweet for being shouts of terror.
I stiffened when I found the person producing the screams and I was frozen in shock. I hid behind a tree, not yet having been detected and peeked out carefully from my hiding spot.
"MMMNNNHHH! Yes! Lick me all over, you can get as much as you need!" My mouth hung open agape as I was faced with a sight I expected the least when I set out to help.
There was a beautiful, busty woman, standing inside of something that looked like a large, open flower. It was like a bathtub filled with some sort of thick liquid. She had lime green straight hair that hung all the way down to the middle of her back and a large flower sat adorably atop of her head. Her figure was especially curvy with a smooth slender body and bulbous, heavy breasts that she was freely displaying for the world to see like a flower in blossom.
The woman's skin was tinted green and several other flowers and vines decorated her body. She was covered in the thick liquid she bathed in which was eagerly sucked and licked up by another girl that had the appearance of a honey bee and seemed to be slightly younger than the flower girl though with a more petite body.
"Bzzzz, yeah, you taste amazing, I'm already getting so hot!" The girl moaned as she tightly pressed her own. She was buzzing as her wings fluttered wildly and her body jerked in apparent arousal.
The bee girl was basically showering in the thick goo that covered the other woman's bodacious body by rubbing against her in desperate, longing moves. She was basically begging to be getting more of it on her and clung to her inside of the flower with all her skin she could fit around her.
Her fingers were down near the sticky entrance of the green girl's pussy and she was relentlessly fingering her. I could see the sticky liquid covering the honey bee's fingers and it drew threads every time she retracted them out of her pussy only to eagerly shove them in again with a squelching sound accompanying the rhythm of her pumping hand.
