Monsters On The Island Of Lust Ch 03

I couldn't keep myself from nervously twirling my finger through my ponytail as I waited at Luke's door. Neither of us seemed like great talkers, but I wasn't exactly going to turn to Denny for emotional support, and as far as I knew, Rizen was on her shift on the other side of town.

So here I was, biting my lip as I knocked once more, my foot tapping against the wood floor, anxious to turn around and leave- and then the door swung open, Luke's frame filling the space in front of me despite being slouched, his hand pressed against the wall by the door, the other rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he let go of the door handle.

"I uh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I'm sorry to bother, I'll-" He put up a calloused hand, cutting me off before beckoning me inside. "No, Ceri... Thank you for coming to see me. I'm sure it's been a tough first week for you here." He sighed, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe at his face, revealing a glimpse of his well kept abs for but a moment before his eyes met mine again. I couldn't help but blush. I hadn't thought of him that way, he was more of a father figure than anything, but it would be stupid to say the man wasn't incredibly attractive, even at his age. His auburn hair was even more unkempt than usual, and there were faint hints of stubble lining his defined jawline. He had definitely just woken up when I knocked, despite it being well past ten.

I took a quick look around his room, feeling like I was in some kind of forbidden space. And yet it was rather boring. A bed sat against one wall with a window overlooking the ocean right behind it, letting in the natural light to illuminate the space. On the opposite wall was a large desk and a couple of shelves, every inch of available space crammed with vials, herbs, and other magical ingredients.

Potion crafting? I had been here a week, yet not done much more than sulk in my room that entire time. I felt guilty that I hadn't even gotten to know the littlest things about the man who had taken in me in. He gestured for me to take the seat at his desk before he walked back to his bed, slowly setting himself down. I realized then that besides from the white t-shirt he was wearing, all he had on was a pair of grey underwear, and I was struggling to keep my eyes up from the obvious large bulge in them.

"So tell me." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, thankfully obscuring his crotch for my distracted brain. "Is this about Merlou?"

I nodded, hesitated, then nodded again. "Yes, but, I don't know... not all of it..." I hadn't really thought about what I wanted to say. Especially since I wasn't going to reveal what my conversation was really about with her. "She said, she was here on behalf on Maple, that she was supposed to take me to work with her."

Luke's eyes went wide. It was rare to see him emote at all, so what I said must have been really shocking. "Ah... no, that can't be... from Maple..? No wonder she was so mad when she left last night..." He stopped as soon as he saw the confusion on my face. It was obvious there was more to this than what I had originally thought. "Ceri... Merlou and Maple, they're from the Pink Rose."

I nodded. Was that it? "Yeah, so I was told-"

"-No, you don't understand. the Pink Rose... it's not some regular whorehouse. I'm sure you've heard stories of it no matter where you're from, but... an invitation from Maple- well, she's the host of the goddess herself."

"As in... Vesna?" I watched as he nodded confirmation. The goddess of lust herself. I knew she had blessed the island, taken protection over it, but to take a mortal form- no, to invite me to work with her...

"I... I turned down an invitation from a goddess."

"Well... from one of her disciples, at least- but do not fret. The goddess sees all, she'll know why you said no. It's alright. I can talk to her instead if she returns." Luke promised, his voice much stronger than it was a moment ago, his gaze searing into mine, as if trying to reassure me through his eyes.

"Listen... she knows better than anyone that what you went through was wrong, that it can leave one hating all sex forever. That's why the collars exist. To ensure that never happens here."

I felt my stomach churn as I remembered how the vampire had come onto me. "No, that's part of the problem... I don't hate it, I mean, I- want to, I just-"

I spilled out my feelings as I told him everything that had happened. How gross I felt when Merlou climbed on top of me, how much I hated the idea of it, but then became so unbelievably turned on watching Ferli get pounded, finding myself wishing I was there in her place, how confusing it all was. I kept blabbering on, tears starting to form and fall as every thought that I had was layed out in front of him, begging him to help me pick up the pieces. I stood up from the chair, hesitantly joining him in his bed, wrapping my arms around his waist as I wiped my tears against his shoulder, burying my face against his arm.

Butterflies flew in my stomach as he wrapped his arm around me, gently rubbing my side with his calloused hand- I felt like I was going to throw up. Was I using my own trauma, his empathy to get closer to him? I didn't think so, but in that moment everything felt so uncertain. But it felt a lot better crying in his arms than across the room from him.

Luke sat still, doing nothing more than simply massaging my side as I rambled, listening attentively. We sat in silence for a minute after I finished, before he finally spoke up. "It sounds like you want to push past this. That's good, but you're expecting too much from yourself. Everyone handles these things differently. Take it slow, do what feels right, and don't ever be afraid to stop when it doesn't okay?"

I nodded. It seemed kind of obvious when he put it like that. I looked up, wiping the last tears from my eyes as he stood up, walking in his slow, careful way to the bar and back, handing me a cup of water. "And don't feel bad about relying on me. I owe Rizen a debt, and caring for you is helping me repay that. You'll be back on your feet in no time. And if you don't want to keep this job, or join the Pink Rose, there's tons of opportunities."

I realized something from those words that had been nagging me before. I took a long drink of the water before bringing myself to ask. "Why are you here? On the island, I mean. I haven't even seen you naked, much less sleeping around."

He chuckled, scratching at his stubble as his eyes found the ceiling, seeming to look beyond it into the sky above. "I'm in my forties now, Ceri... you'll learn eventually, us humans age a lot faster than some of the other races here. My wife and I... we settled here back when we were younger, more lustful. Very few other places accept marriages like ours, across races. So that's why I stayed, even after she passed. She asked me to move on when she died, to find someone new to make me happy, but..." He trailed off, his voice growing softer as he remembered his time together with her.

"Oh.. um, I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Ceri, please, it's alright. I'm happy now, caring for you all, practicing my mixology in alcohol and potions, seeing my staff grow up into their own... that hole you told me about- the one between your room and Ferli's- that's from the woman who was here before you. Well, her horn, at least. And now she lives out in the town, selling in the market."

His blue eyes twinkled as a small smile appeared over his lips. "Katarina is her name. Katarina Aleksov. You should go see her, it might do you some good to get out of this place for once, live your life and make new friends. You don't want some tired old man as your only friend, now, do you?" His smile widened as he teased me.

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Although I was incredibly nervous, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I walked down the cobbled road toward the market in the center of town. The streets were busy as the sun grew closer to midday, beating down from above as the winds blew in a fresh sea breeze. I couldn't help but feel like a foreigner, unable to stop myself from staring at every sexual act, from the simple things, like a twelve foot tall ogre with a raging hard on bigger than my arm just casually walking down the road, to the orgy of a mess of different races all sweating together in a side alley. If there was one thing that Luke said that was true, it was that this place did not stigmatize interactions between races.

But the visual stimulation only intensified as I reached the market square, dozens of stalls spread out haphazardly with shouting in several languages I'd never even heard before all comingling together. As I approached the bustling crowds, ducking under the swaying tail of a dragon, I wished I had chosen a larger form for myself instead of a human girl.

And yet it was exhilarating, seeing so many people together like this, of every conceivable shape and size, selling things I'd never even heard before. I had always stuck to humanoid towns, where the occasional rarer half-breed like a lizard or birdkin was the strangest thing you'd see.

Finally, after minutes of searching, I arrived at where Luke had directed me, a small single person stall with a simple white and black tarp overhead, stationed by a woman who seemed much too large to fit underneath it.

"Uh.. um, excuse me, are you, uh, Miss Aleksov?" I stammered as I made my way out of the crowd, finding myself standing directly in front of her.

I couldn't keep my mouth closed. Whatever picture of a cowkin I had created in my head... she was twenty times more erotic.

She was massive- not just in height, although she was easily a few inches over six feet, but in form. She was completely naked, which wasn't out of the ordinary, of course, but somehow was so much more sexual with her. Maybe it was just that we were face to face, but I couldn't help but scan my eyes over her body.

She was rippling with muscles, with no fur to hide the size of her arms or rows of abs like Rizen did. Was every single woman I was going to meet just insanely strong? I felt like a meek child in comparison.

But even more striking than that was her chest. I had expected her boobs to be big, a trademark for cowgirls, but... she made Denny look like she hadn't even hit puberty yet. Her breasts were much larger than her head, even when including her rustic brown horns that curled up into two sharp points from her short platinum blonde hair, and yet they were so perky, set up high on her chest, her light pink nipples a striking contrast to her otherwise tanned skin. I guess having to carry those things around all day meant she didn't have a day off from working out.

"Yes, zat is me. Are ya here to buy?"

Her accent was thick, although it wasn't one I recognized. She pronounced each consonant harshly, and the flow of her words was blunt, yet rhythmic, like a gentle purr. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I looked back up to respond, only to watch as she raised her thick arms, crossing them under her boobs. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched them spill over her forearms, little droplets of milk falling from her nipples, glistening in the sun.

"I, uh.." I forced myself to look up at her face. It was certainly much softer than the rest of her body- other than her b- I shook my head, focusing my gaze on the small silver ring piercing the left side of her nose.

"No, I uh, well-"

"Zen why are you here?" She asked. I didn't know if she was being aggressive, or if it was her way of speaking, or if I was just nervous...

"Luke said I should come introduce myself." I finally managed. "I'm in your old room now, I'm new here." I breathed a sigh of relief, although it was a bit awkward. What was I supposed to do now? I glanced down at the rows of glass bottles filled with milk, and just for a moment wondered what it tasted like-

"Ah, yes. Ceri was it? I have heard about you. What is it you vant? I could take you around ze island if you'd like, I'd assume you haven't seen much, and I have a few places I need to go today anyvays. And please, call me Katarina. Any friend of Mr. Morningstar's izza friend of mine." She smiled, a kind, warm, smile that was instantly comforting, so much so that I didn't even bother to ask how she knew my name. And to finally explore this place I had dreamed of visiting for so long... The idea had been rather terrifying, but with someone like her... I watched the tendons in her arms flex and shift as she reorganized the bottles. Yeah, I don't think I'd fear even a dragon.

"Ye.. yeah... that sounds nice." It was a place I had dreamed of visiting for many years, after all. No matter how I actually ended up arriving here, it would be a shame not to enjoy it and explore. I could feel my anxiety slowly turning to excitement as I remembered then just where I was, where life had brought me.

"Perfect. It is slowing down zere anyvays." She replied, immediately getting to work cleaning up her stall, dropping a dozen gallons of milk into a large pack before sealing it tight, and pulling out a collar - flipped to the white no use side- and fit it around her muscular neck. I looked down at my own before realizing I hadn't seen very many being worn.

"Zer is no sex in the marketplace." Katarina explained as she finished packing, pulling the sack weighing probably as much as I did easily into the crook of her arm. "It gets in za way."

That made sense. It was already hard to move around the tight corridors. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if there were people rolling on the ground everywhere as well. She nodded her head south, beckoning me to follow her. I nodded before quickly falling in step behind. It was much easier than when I was by myself, it seemed like either no one wanted to get in her way, or she forced them out. Either way, I had a clear path out of the market and into the cobbled streets.

I quickened my pace to catch up to her side as the street widened, trying not to stare at the jiggling of her boobs with each step she took. "I'm not one for it anyvay. I assume zat is not ze case for you, considering the fact that you're here?"

"I, uh-" I bit my lip before answering further. "Yeah, I'm still getting used to it all though." She nodded once before tilting her head to the side, towards a tall building set forward in the row, built like a fortress, massive stone blocks larger than me creating the walls of the building. Hanging above the massive door was an almost comically small wooden sign with "Mikha's" slathered on it in faded white paint.

I didn't realize until Katarina shouted out that she was incredibly soft spoken, but her words rattled the room as we stepped inside. "Hey, you dumb ox! Order's'ere!"

We had entered some sort of shop, the walls lined with shelves all holding bottles and vials of various sizes, but each one that was glass all held the same off-white liquid inside them, each marked and sectioned carefully throughout the store. Some sort of milk store? It looked odd, not to mention something I'd never even considered existing.

"Kat! You're hear early! Aching for a milking, aren'tcha?" A large male cowkin walked out of the back room. "Oh, and a friend? How'd you manage to get one of those?" He snorted as he walked behind the counter, wearing nothing but a small apron around his midsection

The man was huge, just over seven feet tall and wide horns that faded from a glossy white down to a muddy brown on his fluffy black hair that added almost another half foot entirely. He was muscular, not to the extent that Katarina was, but his arms were still incredibly thick, and his solid abs lead my eyes down to the tight V shape barely hidden by his apron. His skin was a dark brown, making his baby blue eyes pop even more in contrast.

I looked over to Katarina. I understood immediately why she was attracted to him- fuck, I was too. He was beautiful. But she didn't look as impressed as I did. She huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "Not today. I'm busy." She said with an even more curt tone than normal. despite the smallest hint of a red spot on her cheeks.

He leaned over the short countertop, and I did my best not to look down at the gap he made between his slightly loose apron and his waist when he did so, physically forcing myself to turn my gaze up at his easy-going, playful expression. "Mhm. And that's why you flipped your collar, I'm sure." He gave me a cheesy grin and winked. "Come on then, I'll show your friend the back too." He beckoned me to follow him before turning his back to us completely, swinging open the door that he had just exited before. Curious, I immediately followed in stride, turning once to look over my shoulder to find Katarina red as a candleflame, her collar now black, contrasting heavily on her pale skin.

"Welcome to the milking room! take a seat or lie down anywhere you'd like! And uh, miss, I never did catch your name. Mine's Mikha."

"Oh, uh, yeah, sorry, Ceri. I'm Ceri." I took a quick look around the room. It wasn't anything like what I expected for a milking room. A few small cots a foot off the ground, some tables with various bottles, potions, and some filled just like out in the store. It was only when I saw the rings, held up by welded iron bars that I realized what it was. They were small tubes, filled with slime and some sort of soft, gelatinous material. It was cock-milking. All of those different bottles.. they weren't filled with milk, but cum.

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"Never seen a place like this before, have ya?" Mikha grinned, noticing the surprise on Ceri's face. We don't usually do actual milk.. it's just that your friend here... well she gives hers in exchange for cum if you milk her personally." It was a relationship that had bloomed over the course of the several years that Katarina had spent on the island. She was a frequenter of the store, said the protein in cum was an important part of her workout diet. It was some sort of fetish of hers, the fitness of it. It didn't take long to learn that although Kat never let anyone actually penetrate her, she was insatiably horny when it came to muscular partners, and trained herself to emulate it as well.

Mikha stood at the foot of the cot that Katarina had laid on, her adorable face configured in a seemingly permanent pout as she avoided his eye contact, just happening to stare at his abs as she did so. He wanted to tease her more, but thought that it might be a bit too much considering the fact that she was doing this with another person in the room. He glanced over at Ceri, who just stood awkwardly in the doorway, her eyes transfixed on the situation before her.

Turning his attention back to the beautiful young woman beneath him, he dropped his gaze to her breasts, too pale for how much time she spent beneath the beating sun, too plump and swollen for how often she milked them. By now, he could tell just how long it had been since she had last lactated, about three or four hours. He knew they'd be aching by now, her nipples begging for release.

With confidence, yet gentle care, he placed his large hands on each side of her breasts, pressing them together. They were incredibly heavy, yet so soft, their supple flesh sinking around his fingers as he lifted. He let go of the one on his right, his hand instead moving along her skin towards her nipple as his lips did the same for the other. Her areola were quite large, about four inches across, and a pale pink that almost blended into her skin tone.

He gently coated the entire area with his tongue, causing Katarina to slap a hand across her mouth to stifle any involuntary noises. He loved how easy it was. That the most gentle groping of her breasts, the slightest touch to her nipples could cause her so much pleasure. He felt his cock start to stiffen as her nipples did the same. His tongue flicked across the little nub, once, twice, three times, each causing small droplets of warm, rich milk to leak.