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Summoned by Monster Girls - Chapter 181 <3 <3 <3
🕑 Added 2025-10-07 08:00:23 +0000 UTCAs always, the <3 <3 <3 in the title denotes a spicy chapter. You can guess what happens based on the previous chapter's ending, and can skip this if you aren't feeling the spice.
Otherwise, enjoy!
The private bathing room was definitely the right call in this situation. We barely made it through the door before my girls were already doing everything but physically tearing the clothes off my body.
Jane worked on the upper half, perched on my arm like she was, she couldn’t really reach my pants. Shayla had no problem with that, realizing the easy division of attention in seconds and had my belt undone and pants falling to the ground in mere seconds while the door swung shut behind us.
“Someone lock the door,” I rumbled and felt Jane twitch on my arm, her tail unwinding from my arm to lash out towards the door.
The long appendage wasn’t super dexterous, but it was able to throw the bolt on the door as well as drop the large wooden latch into place to hold it shut.
My shirt was hanging off my elbows now, as far as it could go while the girls still clung to my arms, but my underwear soon joined my pants on the ground.
The fact I put these on like… ten minutes ago for the walk over is outright amusing. Maybe the faun look is better, I thought with a smirk, remembering my stopgap of fuzzy wool over my lower half for modesty. Naw, too itchy.
Jane’s lips found mine as she kissed me hungrily, leaning her full weight into my torso while Shayla took a turn nibbling at my earlobe, her antennae stroking my face gently while she hummed into my skin.
Needless to say, I was very aroused at the moment. I’d been aroused earlier at the girls' suggestions, but their wanton approach to me right now made my cock harden to the point I could use it to drive nails. Shayla’s hand stroking me slowly from base to tip ensured that there was no chance of me growing soft anytime soon.
Jane pulled back finally, panting for breath and her eyes fogged over with lust. Her hands began working at her tunic as she ground herself against my arm.
The beautiful moth woman on my other side saw the opportunity and took it, kissing her way across my cheek and stealing my lips with a happy trill, her wings fluttering rapidly behind her with excitement.
While Jane had kissed me with reckless, aggressive abandon, Shayla’s lips danced on mine like a bird settling onto a slender branch. Dozens of little caresses and impacts battered my lips against hers while her tongue teased and wet my lips. Her antennae bopped my forehead and cheeks as she scented me. Her left arm remained wrapped around my right, holding it pinned between her voluptuous breasts while her right arm continued to pump my cock teasingly.
Not wanting to let her have complete control—and also wanting to return some of the pleasure Shayla’s way—I turned my right hand over and wiggled my fingers to quickly ruck her tattered sundress up. Within a second, I slipped my hand inside her panties and cupped the moist heat of her womanhood.
“Ahh!” Shayla gasped, her sudden exhalation pushing our lips apart as I ran my fingers over her soaked lower lips, catching the bead of her clitoris between my fingers and rolling it gently.
Shayla’s wings fluttered again, more insistently this time, and she trembled against me. Biting her bottom lip, the moth woman let out a long, low moan of pleasure as I gently stimulated her body.
“Mmm, this is gonna be fun!” Jane hissed in my ear hotly as she tossed her top and bra on the warm tiles.
“Only if one of you two remembers to put up the sound-dampening spell,” I rumbled, catching Jane’s eyes meaningfully while I softly split Shayla’s lower lips with my fingers. “Otherwise, they’ll likely throw us out before either of you get more than one orgasm each.”
“I’ll get the contraceptive charms,” Shayla panted, her pitch-black eyes wide while her antennae balled up against her wealth of chocolate hair.
Jane gave a decisive nod that sent her compact but delicious-looking breasts bouncing. The mouse-eared woman quickly yanked her spell rod out of the holster on her belt, flicking it through the motions as she mumbled her spell to block sound from traveling through the walls.
Shayla did the same, though her voice shook as she worked through two separate spells, the familiar contraceptive magic that the girls worked every time we were together.
Maybe not every time, I thought with a grin, remembering the hesitation that Rieka had displayed the last few times we’d been together. I was fairly certain my princess had a bit of a thing for being ‘bred,’ a guess that was further reinforced by the teasing that had come from Kassandra over the months I’d been around them.
Something for another time, focus on the women in your arms, I reminded myself. A task infinitely easier as Shayla dropped her spell rod to the tiled floor with a clatter and snatched hold of my cock once more, the glittering contraceptive spell still sinking into her skin.
“We should rinse off first,” I murmured into one of Jane’s large ears as the slim woman slipped her spell rod back into its holster and began to wriggle out of her skirt, still balanced in the crook of my arm.
“Oh don’t you worry about that,” Jane murmured huskily. “I’ll make sure you are all clean by the time we are done. Can you set me down, Liam?”
I nodded and squatted slightly to let Jane’s little feet land on the tiled floor, still supporting Shayla’s weight on my other side while my fingers busily stirred her dripping sex while the moth woman clung to me and moaned furiously.
Jane tossed her skirt and bag down with her clothes at the entrance to the bathing room before scampering over the tiles in the nude, her long tail waving over her head like an excited, fluffy-headed snake while she bounded to the washing stations.
Standing upright, I slung my free arm around Shayla and pulled the plush woman tight against me, eliciting another surprised squeal from the lovely woman. While I continued to stroke and gently finger Shayla, I was finally able to take the room in over her shoulder.
Unlike the previous communal bathing room I’d been in with Rieka and Kassandra, this one was laid out in a more artistic fashion. The clay tile floor tilted slightly towards a series of drains that would collect the runoff water, while the walls on this side of the room had a collection of cubbies for clothing or the like. Several cubbies already held towels and spare soap, with a dense brick of dark yellow soap on a table by the door with a short knife sticking out of it. From past experience, I knew that it was for us to cut a piece of the larger block of soap to use.
The back two thirds of the room was taken up by a tiered series of pools lined with the same dark rock as the building was made of. Those pools steamed already, and at a glance I hazarded a guess that each tier was either a different temperature or depth from how they stepped upwards the further into the room they got.
To either side of the tiled area I was standing in that made up the other third of the room, were a pair of low stone troughs through which more steaming water in a trickle before vanishing into drains set in the floor.
“They have to have access to a natural hotspring to have this much hot water,” I murmured with a smile as I watched Jane bounce up onto a step-stool to grab a hand-towel and cut some soap from the table.
Shayla’s answer to my statement was a moan muffled by her lips against my shoulder while she clung to me valiantly.
“I suppose you wouldn’t be able to appreciate it since I’ve got you so distracted, would you, dear?” I chuckled into Shayla’s ear. She didn’t respond other than to continue pumping my cock with her hand.
A moment later, I felt Jane gently peel Shayla’s hand off my shaft. I would have protested, but the warm, wet sensation of the soapy cloth against my crotch a moment later replaced the hand as Jane quickly scrubbed me.
“Oh, you have your priorities, don’t you?” I laughed, peeking past Shayla’s jiggling breasts to catch a blushing Jane staring intently at the pillar of my shaft that she was scrubbing with the cloth.
“You said we needed to wash up first,” Jane insisted, the aroused blush thick on her cheeks as she worked. “Shayla isn’t in the right frame of mind at the moment to wash you, so I figured I’d get it taken care of so we could get to the fun part!”
“I was having fun before,” I said with a pretend pout.
“And you’ll keep having fun in a moment,” Jane promised, her heated gaze locking with mine. “Just let me finish this… you should let Shayla finish undressing so she doesn’t get her dress ruined.”
“Fuck the dress,” Shayla hissed, lust so thick in her tone that it was palpable. “It’s already ruined at this point from the fighting. Don’t stop, Liam. I’m so close!”
I met Jane’s eyes and she gave me a helpless shrug before lifting the small bucket of water that she’d brought with her and dumping it over my lower half. The wash of warm water over my soapy body was invigorating, but that was nothing compared to the sensation of Jane’s lips taking her hand’s place over my freshly-cleaned cock.
“Oh shit, Jane,” I gasped as she engulfed as much of my shaft as she could in her tiny mouth, wrapping her hands around the rest to pump it in time with her bobbing blowjob. “Hungry one, aren’t you?”
Jane pulled off my cock with a pop, the blush from earlier having taken up permanent residence on her face as she kept pumping my cock with her hands while she answered me.
“You better believe it. I’ve been wanting another taste for weeks and didn’t get a chance before we left. Now, get Shayla off while I handle you, big guy. Then you can take care of me while Shayla gets herself washed.”
Her piece said, Jane dove back in with gusto, slurping away at my throbbing shaft like she was dying of thirst and the only way to get the water she needed to survive was by suck-starting me.
Well, at least that’s a plan, I thought with a grin, reaching down to run my fingers through Jane’s short hair, palming her head and guiding her through a series of deep bobs that sent the head of my shaft bouncing against the back of her throat. She gagged softly, but rather than pull back, the mouse-eared woman redoubled her efforts.
Since she’d given me my task for the moment—one I was more than happy to work towards—I released Jane’s head while my fingers continued to work busily between Shayla’s legs to grip the front of her dress.
“Fuck the dress,” I hissed, and Shayla’s eyes widened when she realized what I was about to do. She didn’t voice a protest though when I gave the front of her sundress an almighty yank and the material tore down the middle.
My Shape-Shifting sharpened the tips of my fingers, allowing me to tear through the material in one long swipe that put just enough pressure on Shayla that it was sexy but without the odd jerking that came with fighting well-stitched seams. Tearing clothes off a woman could be hot, but considering how reinforced some seams were, a bit of fighting was inevitable and could ruin the moment.
But I got it just right, and Shayla’s full breasts bounced as I’d sliced right through the breast band she’d been wearing as well—I’d made sure to check if she was wearing the nice modified sports-bra I’d brought her before I pulled this.
Shayla gasped out another throaty moan and her juices abruptly soaked my hand. Her wings flapped furiously behind her, like she was trying to lift off with me in her arms, but she couldn’t generate enough updraft to do more than cool my hot skin. Even Jane, who had been watching the motion while bobbing away dutifully, moaned around my cock at the brutal way I’d torn Shayla’s dress open.
A few more quick jerks and slashes separated the sleeves and tore Shayla’s panties away too, leaving the gorgeous moth clinging to me in nothing more than her soft skin and a lust-drunk smile. Jane pulled off my cock long enough to summarize the moment with a heady giggle.
“That was hot.”
Then the mouse woman redoubled her oral assault.
I caught Shayla’s chin in my free left hand as I speared two fingers into her sex, devouring the squeal of arousal as it escaped her lips. Shayla’s antennae cupped my face like a pair of hands even as her arms clung tightly to my shoulders.
Once I was sure she wasn’t going to try and separate, I dropped my free left hand back down onto Jane’s head, again palming her skull gently and guiding her to take me deeper and increase her pace, something she did enthusiastically.
The three of us remained there, Jane gagging on my cock while Shayla did her damnedest to climb me like a mountain. The moth woman’s liquid pleasure soaked my hand from the wrist to my fingertips, as well as my right leg from where she ground into me.
Shayla’s moaning ratcheted up into a scream of pleasure as she came hard. The moth woman shook like a leaf in a storm as she clung to me, riding out her pleasure in the palm of my hand. Her rock-hard nipples dug into my chest as each contraction of her body sent succulent ripples through her full figure while her internal muscles clenched on my fingers.
Jane, hearing her friend cum finally and come hard, redoubled her efforts and drove her head into my lap, gagging repeatedly on my shaft as she chased my climax as well. Which given the situation, wasn’t far off.
Shayla leaned against me, panting for breath as she used me as a prop to remain upright, her lust-fogged eyes clearing enough as she descended from that peak to take in Jane on her knees and grinned.
“Give her what she wants, Liam. You can tell she’s craving it,” Shayla purred into my ear, reaching up to brush a sweaty lock of hair from my face.
Growling, I nodded once and shifted so that I held Jane’s head in both hands as the climax rose in my gut. Jane must have sensed it, because she shifted her hands off my cock and instead gripped my thighs, angling her head to open her throat as much as she could and let me take over.
With my luscious moth hanging draped over one shoulder, I began to thrust into my mousy scholar’s mouth like it was her sweet pussy. Jane’s only act was to slather her tongue against the bottom of my shaft to add more stimulation to the mix as I roughly claimed her, trusting entirely in me to take her just as hard as she obviously wanted without hurting her.
I had to fight against my desire somewhat, but these were my girls and my instincts would always guide me to protect them first and foremost.
Less than half a minute of thrusting had me coming hard, growling as I held Jane in place and blasted a week of accumulated seed down her throat.
Jane moaned loudly, swallowing as fast as she could while held in place, the head of my cock wedged against the back of her throat. It was either drink or drown for the little mouse woman and she gamely drank down everything I could give her.
Through the thunder of my own heart in my ears, I heard the splash of something wet on the tiled floor and glanced down to see Jane having a gushing orgasm of her own, purely from being dominated so thoroughly like this.
Pulling back finally, I let the last few ropes of my seed coat Jane’s tongue while my hands shifted from gripping her head to smoothing back her hair and stroking the backs of her large, rounded mouse ears.
“Hot,” Shayla murmured in my ear, planting a kiss on my jaw before finally stepping away.
The moth woman walked on shaky legs to the wash-trough, snatching up the soap and rag that had been used on me as she went, and began washing herself. Her posture told me she was watching us out of the corner of her eye the entire time, though.
Jane finally pulled back off my cock with a sticky pop, but her little tongue was still working away, lapping at my shaft until it was sparkling clean once more. The hands that had been gripping my thighs shifted so that one could knead and cup her breast while the other disappeared between her legs. The moist noises from below told me she was rapidly fingering herself while she continued her delicate tongue-bath.
“Such a good lover, Jane,” I encouraged, smiling lustily down at her and she smiled shyly, the color of her blush having spread down to the tops of her breasts now.
“Are you going to reward me, now?” Jane asked cutely, peeking up around the hanging slab of my cock. Before I could answer, Shayla did it for me.
“You’d better,” she called, her wings fluttering faintly while she stroked the washcloth over her body, wiping away grime with each stroke. “Because if you don’t have her screwed down tight on your cock when I’m done here, then I’ll be taking a ride. I’ve had months of time with my art to imagine what my first threesome would be like with you, Liam.”
Jane opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but I was already bending forward to scoop the smaller woman up in my arms. Jane’s squeak of surprise melted into a moan, her legs spreading wide automatically as I settled her onto the head of my cock. The hand that had been cupping her sex split her lower lips automatically and we both grunted in desire as I sank into her tight body.
I shifted a bit until I had both arms wrapped around Jane’s hips, cupping her tight butt with both hands to support her while pinning her to my chest, before I strode across the room towards the first pool of the baths.
“Ah ah, you wash first before you get the water,” Shayla chastised me playfully and I stopped, glancing back at her with a quirked eyebrow.
Shayla’s assertive attitude melted almost immediately as her blush thickened and she began to stutter. But before she could countermand her own order, I gave her a broad wink and went to my knees beside her at the trough.
The motion was so abrupt and unexpected by Jane that it made the slender mouse girl impaled on my cock bounce and she let out a squeal of surprise, her sex contracting hard on my shaft while a gush of feminine arousal soaked my waist.
“Hold on, Jane,” I ordered, and the trembling mouse girl did just that, clinging to my chest with both hands and the legs spread wide around my hips.
Jane tried to rise, but her strength gave out barely an inch up and she fell back down, driving my shaft back into her again with another squeak of arousal.
Shayla was now openly staring at us, her mouth hanging open while her antennae balled and unfurled gently while I scooped water out of the trough to wash the blood and dirt from me, all while Jane sat trapped on my cock.
The little mousy scholar had already wiped herself down before coming to attend to my cock, but I still made sure to splash some of the warm water over her where it would do the most good. By the time I was done wiping myself down, Jane had come twice more and the whole room was filled with the scent of her climaxes.
Shayla was biting her bottom lip, still kneeling on the tile floor while watching us but both her hands were now kneading her full chest, fingers pinching at her hard nipples furiously. When Jane’s whole body went through another full-body orgasm, my patient artist broke her silence finally.
“Can I have a turn now?” Shayla asked shyly.
Jane was too out of it to speak, but her head lolled in a nod of agreement, so I shuffled backwards slightly and lifted her off my throbbing shaft. Thin strings of arousal connected her slit with my cock for a moment before those gossamer strands broke.
Turning, I gently laid Jane down on the tiles, arranging her so she was comfortable and could lay her head on one of the washcloths for padding.
“How do you want it, my sweet Shayla?” I asked the moth woman, who was gnawing on her bottom lip now, still mauling her breasts furiously.
She must have realized I asked her a question because a moment later her eyes darted upwards from my throbbing cock to lock on my face and she froze.
Jane giggled tiredly from her spot on the ground, before supplying a suggestion of her own.
“Why not take her from behind? I’ve always been jealous of her breasts and I’d love to watch them bounce while you fucked her…”
Shayla’s eyes widened and she was nodding furiously a moment later, which made both me and Jane laugh lightly.
“Sounds like a plan then. Come on over here, Shayla,” I said, patting my thighs.
The beautiful artist didn’t hesitate, scrambling over and spinning about until her back was to me, her wings spreading out as her full, bouncy ass settled into my lap. A hand between her legs steadied my cock and then I was once more sinking into the hot furnace of a woman’s body, though the guttural moan that came was far different from what Jane had made earlier.
“Mmm, yes,” Jane chuckled, her eyes hooded as she watched Shayla settle onto my lap and grind into me for a long moment.
My moth-winged lover began to lean forward onto her hands and knees, but I caught her with both arms around her waist, hands coming to rest on her breasts and kneading those pliant globes just like how I knew she liked it.
“Oh, Liam,” Shayla moaned hotly, turning to look over her shoulder at me as I kissed my way up her back, nipping at her shoulder and neck as I went. “Please… fuck me?” she begged a moment later.
“As my lady requests,” I growled into her flesh, making Shayla shiver as my cock bounced inside her.
Adjusting slowly, I let Shayla come down until she caught herself on her hands and knees, her breasts dangling below her, before my hands slid up to grip her hips firmly. I gave a test thrust, and our hips collided with a solid pat that was drowned out almost immediately by the deep moan from Shayla.
“Ride me, Liam,” Shayla begged furiously, tossing her head back in a motion that sent her thick brown curls down her back while she thrust back onto me so our hips collided on the second thrust with a much louder slap.
So I did just that.
Our bodies collided again and again as I used the grip I had on Shayla’s thick hips to pull her back into me. She gave as good as she got, pushing back with her arms to slam her soaked pussy onto my cock as hard as she could. The wet sounds of our sex echoed around the bathing room, punctuated by moans, grunts, and growls of pleasure. And not all of those were from the two of us.
It only took Jane a minute or two to recover her senses, but she remained on her back on the tiled floor, one hand kneading her own breast and the other busy between her legs as she watched me fuck Shayla hard there.
While cumming down Jane’s throat earlier had given me a bit of a second wind, the long tease of washing with a woman impaled on my cock had worn through a good deal of that, so I knew that I wouldn’t have long before I came again with Shayla. Which I wasn’t worried about, since I knew I could go multiple rounds without a problem. The only question was: did I want to fill my winged lover up, or do something else?
As if she could tell what I was thinking, Shayla panted out a request in between hip-clapping thrusts back onto me.
“Tell me… when you are gonna… come, Liam!” Shayla begged raggedly, her head rolling back and forth on her shoulders. “I want it… on my face…”
“Mm, that sounds so hot,” Jane groaned from her spot on the ground.
“Join me… then,” Shayla said, glancing towards the busily masturbating mouse girl.
Jane’s eyes widened in excitement and she quickly scrambled upright, sidling over to settle next to Shayla, ready to join in when the moment arrived.
That moment came only a few minutes later. Shayla had just finished riding out her second screaming climax of the afternoon, her liquid arousal soaking my lap again, when I felt the knot in my gut begin to come unraveled.
“I’m coming,” I growled and Shayla pulled away, shuffling about so she was on her knees with Jane’s timely assistance while I fought to my feet.
Standing over the two women, their figures so different and beautiful in their own right, I felt such a thrill of love, dominance, and arousal as Shayla wrapped one arm around Jane’s shoulders and pulled the mouse-eared woman into her side. One of Jane’s hands wrapped around Shayla’s waist from behind to steady herself as well.
Both girls leaned forward as I began to pump my shaft with one hand, their lips sandwiching my cockhead from either side while their tongues danced along my shaft.
And then I was coming undone.
White hot seed blasted from my cock, spraying over first Shayla and then Jane’s faces as both girls squealed in surprise, arousal, and what suspiciously sounded like another small climax for each of them.
I had enough presence of mind to aim my spitting shaft down to paint their chests next, sending rope after cloudy rope over soft flesh as I fought to remain upright.
My cock gave a last few kicks—spitting out the final moments of my climax to drape cum over Shayla’s left nipple—while both girls groaned hotly, their breath washing over my crotch.
“Mmm…” moaned Shayla, one hand coming up to scoop a thread of cum from one of her breasts and stick it into her mouth.
“Agreed,” Jane whispered hotly, one eye sealed closed by the strands of seed covering it. Unlike Shayla, she didn’t swipe up some of my cum with a finger. Instead, she turned and lapped at the cum-drenched nipple that was right next to her face.
Shayla moaned again hotly at the stimulation before returning the favor, using her larger size to simply tip Jane over onto her back and starting to lick all over her chest as well while straddling the small woman.
I love my new life, I thought with a grin as Shayla shook her plush bottom at me invitingly. Not one to forgo such an invitation, I knee-walked into position behind her and sank my still-hard shaft back into paradise.
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The Foreign Traveler
Been wondering when we’d get to THIS particular steamy encounter! Lucky bastard… Anyway-! Edit: …but it was able to throw the bolt on the door “and” well as drop the large wooden latch into place to hold it shut. …but it was able to throw the bolt on the door “as” well as drop the large wooden latch into place to hold it shut.
