Monster Girls, page 20
He obviously didn’t know about my new lich power, because whenever I got back up again after one of his assaults, he would bellow, “Why won’t you just DIE?!”
Even though his Hellbolts didn’t kill me, they still lowered my strength and dexterity – and getting slower made me more of a target. After the second time I got tagged, I had to use Dryad’s Gift to heal me as much as possible. I felt a surge of strength flow back into me, and the burns turned from searing agony into merely throbbing pain.
I knew that if we were going to win, we had to do it soon. Otherwise the Baron would beat us by slowly grinding us down.
Dyra – who had basically sat out the entire fight – suddenly yelled at me.
“Scott, tell everyone to get under the balcony! You, too!”
I trusted her enough to figure she had something big up her sleeve.
“SPIRELLA, GET BACK!” I yelled. “EVERYBODY ELSE, UNDER THE BALCONY, NOW!”
Spirella backed away into the shadows on the third floor.
Alia slinked away from the center of the room.
Zala slashed at a soldier, then turn and ran.
Urt and Vurt led the pack as the liches bolted for cover.
“Your retreat will not save you, boy!” the Baron yelled – but his voice was drowned out by the creeeaAAAAAAK of something outside the manor.
The Baron looked in the direction of the noise –
Suddenly one of the oaks right outside the house crashed through the glass dome above us.
The massive trunk tore through the library walls like a sledgehammer through origami.
Huge shards of glass fell from the dome like transparent daggers.
The leather-clad soldiers who weren’t already goners quickly bought the farm as the glass impaled them. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Unfortunately, the glass shards didn’t hurt the Baron. They shattered harmlessly on his armored suit.
But they were a distraction, taking his attention away from what finally got him.
The tree trunk didn’t fall all the way down to the ground level and crush him. Its fall was slowed as it bashed through the walls, and it was eventually stopped at the second floor.
But thousands of pounds of plaster and stone – not to mention about ten thousand books – crashed down and swept the Baron off his feet, half burying him.
As it crashed to a halt, the oak’s huge canopy of branches enveloped the Baron like a green, leafy avalanche.
Dyra lifted her hands in the air, and the springiest parts of the oak’s limbs curled around the Baron’s arms and bound them like ropes.
“Now, Scott!” Dyra cried out. “I can’t hold him for long!”
This was it – our best shot to end the fight.
Unfortunately, there was 50 feet of bodies, rubble, weapons, and glass between me and the Baron. I could run across it, but –
“Spirella, give me a rope so I can swing to him!” I yelled.
A strand of spider silk shot through the air from the third floor.
I leapt up, grabbed it, and held on with my Wall Crawler abilities – and swung through the air directly for the Baron.
Peter Parkerin’ it, baby!
The Baron’s hands were already glowing red, and the tree limbs binding his arms were beginning to burn. He would be free within seconds –
So I dropped from the web straight onto his body, and used Wall Crawler again to stick to him.
“SCOTT, HURRY!” Dyra screamed as the Baron’s right hand incinerated the branches and broke free.
“FOOL, YOU’VE SIGNED YOUR DEATH WARRANT!” he roared.
“I think you mean yours,” I said –
And plunged both my hands through the slit in his helmet, deep into the darkness within.
I didn’t feel flesh or bone. Instead, I felt a sickening coldness – a deep chill thickened into something physical, like plunging your hands into a tub of pudding straight from the refrigerator.
That was when I fired Venom Blast.
The darkness inside his helmet lit up like storm clouds with green lightning.
“AAAAAAAAAH!” the Baron screamed –
And I fired again.
Bolts of green energy ricocheted inside his helmet like bullets fired into an iron cauldron.
The cold and darkness dissolved –
Thick, black smoke boiled out of his helmet –
And suddenly his body evaporated beneath his armor.
Just disintegrated, like Obi-Wan disappeared from his robes when Darth Vader struck him down.
The sensation was like being on an inflated bouncy house as 20 guys slashed it with samurai swords. Not a slow deflation, but an immediate cave-in.
Pieces of his armor scattered out from under me like a collapsing house of cards.
I sprawled onto the ground, and his empty helm slipped off my hands and crashed to the floor. The two metal antlers with their dagger-like spikes magically broke off the helmet and shattered like icicles.
The Baron was dead.
Gone.
Vanished.
There was a brief instant of silence as everyone else realized what had just happened –
And then they erupted in a roar of victory.
All the surviving liches raised their swords in the air as they shouted.
Spirella cried out happily and clapped her hands.
In her exuberance, Alia even grabbed Dyra and gave her a humongous kiss – and my dryad returned it passionately.
Down on the floor, Zala turned and beamed at me. I smiled back at her, then collapsed on my ass, exhausted and in pain.
But we’d done it.
We’d won.
23
The next few hours were a blur.
First Dyra healed me and anyone else with injuries. Her powers even worked on the liches, repairing their severed limbs and gaping wounds, bloodless though they were.
Then we raided the manor’s pantries and celebrated with a feast.
Well, the living girls and I did. Since they didn’t eat or drink anymore, the liches just danced around and sang songs.
I was a little surprised at how much good stuff was around: fresh bread, fine cheeses, roast pheasant and beef, and an awesome selection of wine and beer. Then I remembered that while the Baron probably hadn’t eaten anything physical (instead subsisting on small children’s tears, or something equally boogeyman-ish), he’d had a lot of human servants and soldiers, and they had needed food. Hence all the supplies.
Once Alia, Dyra, and Spirella were good and buzzed, we all retired to one of the mansion’s palatial bedrooms… along with Zala. My three original harem members had fought alongside her, so their ordinary suspicions and jealousies – which they always had about every new girl – were lessened, and we all fell into bed together pretty easily.
At which point a good time was had by all.
Afterwards, Parch appeared.
Congratulations!
After your extended orgy of copulation –
“Hey!” I shouted, waggling my finger at him.
He ignored me.
– you have not only successfully
bound your entire harem to Zala,
but you have increased
the chances of the lich army
following you to 90%.
“Huh,” I muttered, and pondered what I should do with that information.
After a long and restful sleep, the girls and I woke up the next morning to find the house a wreck and the liches passed out on the floor.
We walked back into the library and found, quite to my surprise, that the dead soldiers had become… well, undead.
“Dammit,” one of the soldiers complained as he pulled a foot-long glass spike out of his neck. Besides his gory wounds, he had a decidedly grey pallor to his complexion.
Alia, Dyra, Spirella, and I cried out in alarm and steeled ourselves for battle, ready for them to attack –
But they just sat there on the floor placidly.
“Relax,” Zala reassured us. “They’re dead now, and the dead rarely harbor grudges.”
“You harbored one against the Baron,” I reminded her.
“Yeah, but he really pissed me off. If he had just stabbed me, I probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought – but he drew and quartered me, and then cut the rest of me into pieces. Usually when they die, most of the dead realize it was just a transition from one state of being to another. All the old things you were concerned about sort of fall away.”
I looked at the nearest soldiers. “Is that true?”
“Oh yeah,” one said as he plucked out a spear from his eye socket. “The Baron was a total asshole.”
“No, I mean – you don’t hold any grudges against me?”
“Well, it was a dead guy who killed me, and I’m dead now, so… naaah.”
“There’s a cemetery out back if you want to rest for a while,” Zala said to the group. “Or you can hang out. We’ll probably have another celebration after the rest of my friends wake up.”
“That’s okay… I think we’ll go rest up awhile,” the soldier said, and he and the others placidly filed out of the library.
I watched them go. “Don’t dead people usually take a while to come back? Urt and Vurt said it was a process.”
“Well, yes, but it doesn’t take too long. Usually four or five hours at most.”
I looked at her in horror. “So people we bury in coffins are still alive?!”
“No,” she said with a deadpan expression, “they’re dead.”
“You know what I mean – they’re conscious?!”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t they say something?!”
“The newly dead are kind of shy around the living. It’s a pretty big change, after all, and the dead are very aware of all the legends about how the living treat corpses who start moving around – driving stakes through their hearts, beheading them, that sort of thing. So they play it cool and take their time. Not to mention most dead people are tired and just want to rest for a few years. Living can really take it out of you. But there’s no living people around the manor right now – we can sense that – and there’s a lot of dead, so they’re probably way more relaxed about it.”
“But the four of us are alive,” Alia reminded her, gesturing to me, Dyra, and Spirella.
“Yeah,” Zala said with a seductive smile, “but after last night, you’re all bonded to me now, so you’re sort of honorary liches. That’s why they don’t see you as a threat.”
Interesting…
I walked over to the Baron’s armor, which lay in pieces on the floor.
I leaned over, picked up the Baron’s helmet, and looked into the empty slit for the face and eyes.
No more darkness… just a helmet. Especially now that the dagger-like antlers had fallen off.
Parch suddenly appeared.
I forgot to mention it yesterday
in all the hubbub, but –
Congratulations!
You have defeated the Baron,
and gained his Impenetrable Helm
as your reward!
“It can’t be pierced?” I asked, amazed.
I could almost hear Parch’s snooty voice as he replied.
That tends to be what
‘impenetrable’ means.
“Except for the eye-slit,” I said.
Well, yes –
you can’t have everything.
“So I could wear this and not be as vulnerable to attack?”
Yes – that’s the whole point
of getting it as a reward.
I slipped on the helmet. Shockingly, it was a perfect fit. With soft leather padding inside, it was even comfortable.
Even more surprising: no lingering stench of evil.
I had no idea why a semi-corporeal cloud of darkness encased within armor would need soft leather padding inside his helmet, but hey – I had died in a fire and revived in the most perfect world imaginable for me, a place full of sexy monster girls. A perfectly-fitting helmet wasn’t that big a stretch.
Next up was finding me some new clothes. After multiple stabbings and blasts of magic, my jeans, flannel, and t-shirt were basically sooty rags covered with dried blood.
The girls helped me look around. Spirella found a beautiful set of black leather armor hanging on a dummy in one of the upper rooms. When I tried it on, it fit perfectly – and it was supple enough to move easily.
So I traded in my rags and Chuck Taylors for some badass black armor and leather boots.
“Oh my goddess, you’re so handsome in that,” Alia murmured once I was fully dressed.
“Mmmmm, she’s right,” Dyra agreed.
“Oh yes,” Spirella said, nodding her head.
Zala didn’t bother to say anything – she just melted into my arms and kissed me.
The ladies do love a man in uniform.
They love one out of uniform even more, which they all proved as they hurriedly undressed me.
And once again, a good time was had by all.
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