Roger paced back and forth in their comfortable living room, his gaze darting from the clock to the open luggage on the floor. He couldn't hide his joy as they prepared for their second honeymoon. They had planned to spend a week away from their police job touring a resort since their wedding day last year.
"Are we almost ready to go, my loves?" Roger inquired, his gaze lingering on the bright red luggage containing his favorite outfits.
"We're almost done, dear," Katina said quietly, hoping to keep Roger from becoming impatient.
"We just need to pack a few last-minute items and we'll be ready to go," Labda added.
"Good, because I don't think I can wait any longer," Roger remarked, his grin spreading across his face.
"Well you're in for a treat," Cilla chuckled. “Our destination, Mystica Island, will appeal to you. It's a realm full of fantastic creatures and humans, and magic can be found around every turn.”
Roger's eyes opened, and he stared in awe at his Cerberus wife. "Mystica Island? That sounds interesting."
"I know," Cilla added, continuing to sing happily.
With that, Roger and his three-headed dog wife completed their packing and prepared to leave on their wondrous journey to Mystica Island.
Roger, Katina, Labda, and Cilla emerged from their cozy flat, carrying their suitcases and backpacks, into the bright sunlight. They flagged down a cab, and the satyr driver assisted them in loading their goods into the trunk.
Roger couldn't keep his enthusiasm in check as they settled into the back seat of the vehicle.
"So, Labda, tell us more about Mystica Island. How is it?" he inquired.
"Well, Mystica Island is a place where mythical creatures from the Medieval period lived in harmony," Labda, being the most knowledgeable, cleared her throat and continued. “The island is claimed to have been constructed by a strong wizard who wanted to create a safe haven for all magical beings to dwell freely and without fear. The creatures kept it hidden until the Gods returned and informed them that humans and monsters could now coexist. With zeal, the mystic islanders transformed their island into a holiday destination for people of all races. It was a wise decision because they made a lot of money.”
"Wow, that's amazing," Roger exclaimed.
"And the island is so beautiful," Katina added, "with crystal-clear waters, white sandy beaches, and lush green forests that stretch for miles. I also hope they have a monster wrestling ring for us."
"And the locals are very friendly and welcoming," Cilla added. "They take pride in showing their own culture and traditions.”
With a nod, the satyr driver agreed. "It truly is a magical place. You're going to enjoy it."
Roger, Katina, Labda, and Cilla continued to talk excitedly about their planned vacation as the cab sped through the city. They couldn't wait to discover Mystica Island and meet its enigmatic residents.
*****
Roger and his Cerberus wife were taken aback by the breathtaking landscape as the boat approached Mystica Island. The white sandy beaches stretched as far as the eye could see, and the crystal-clear seas glittered in the sunlight. The smell of salt water filled the air as they heard the waves slamming against the shore.
Roger couldn't help but smile as he watched his three-headed Cerberus wife take in the spectacular vista. Katina, Labda, and Cilla were barking with delight.
"This is incredible," replied Roger. "I can't believe we're finally here."
"I know, right?" Katina said, happily waving her tail. "This place is truly magical."
As they walked off the boat and onto the dock, an eagle-bodied lion approached them.
"Welcome to Mystica Island," the creature stated with a low bow. "I am Gryphus, your guide during your stay."
"Thank you," Roger remarked as he bowed. "We're very excited to be here."
Gryphus led them to their hotel, which was made entirely of seashells and coral, shaped like a giant sand castle. The foyer was filled with exotic music and the aroma of wonderful food.
"This is your home away from home," Gryphus said as he motioned around the room. "We hope you feel at ease here."
Roger and his wives settled inside their chamber, which was brightly colored and patterned. Outside, they could hear the ocean and the faint rustle of the leaves in the forest.
"This is perfect," Cilla murmured as she sat down on the bed. "I wish I could stay here forever."
Roger sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her. "Me too. Let's have a look around before it becomes too dark."
They walked out of the hotel as the sun fell, ready to explore the island. The island was bustling with life, and they observed bizarre and unusual species roaming around everywhere they looked. Mermaids swam in the sea, unicorns galloped through the woods, and centaurs dashed through the fields.
Roger and his wives strolled down the beach, sand between their toes and a nice sea wind on their faces. The sky was orange and pink, and the sea shimmered with a gentle golden light.
"This is paradise," Roger exclaimed as he gazed out over the water.
"I'm glad we came here," Katina remarked, leaning against his shoulder. "We really needed this."
They could hear music and laughter coming from a neighboring tavern as they walked. They looked it over, anxious to learn about the local culture.
The wooden flooring creaked beneath Roger, Katina, Labda, and Cilla's feet as they entered the busy tavern. The pleasant aroma of roasted meat and toasted bread filled the air, making their bellies grumble in anticipation. The tavern was packed with creatures of all sizes, some singing and dancing while others sat around tables exchanging stories and laughs. The dimly lit space was decorated with tapestries and lanterns, creating a pleasant and inviting atmosphere.
The elf waitress came over to take their order as they sat down at a wooden table. "What can I get for you folks?" she inquired, a pleasant smile on her lips.
"We'll have the house special, please," Katina replied, her tail swinging.
"Excellent choice," the waitress said as she scribbled their order down. "And what can I get you for drinks?"
"I'll have a pint of ale," Roger remarked, his palms rubbing together.
"I'll have a glass of red wine," Labda said.
"Spicy whiskey," Katina said next.
"And I'll have a strawberry milkshake," Cilla said, her grin wide.
Roger cast a glance at his wives after the elf left their table. "Geez, you never told me how your stomach can handle different drinks at the same time."
Katina laughed. "Love, our stomach is like an iron shield. We can drink whatever we want."
They appreciated the vibrant ambiance of the tavern while they waited for their food. The music was cheerful, and the creatures around them were warm and inviting. Their jaws were watering as the aroma of their supper filled the air.
"This is amazing," Roger exclaimed as he sipped his brew. "It's like you're living in a D&D world."
"Hell yeah," Katina responded, a wide grin on her face. "This has to be the best second honeymoon ever."
When the waitress served their food, they dove in and savored the delectable flavors of Mystica Island cuisine. A delectable dish of roasted pork, grilled veggies, and fragrant herbs was served with a side of warm, buttery bread as the house special.
Unlike the ordinary beers he drank at home, the ale was smooth and refreshing. Its amber hue offers a minty flavor with a sharp kick.
They couldn't help but feel a sensation of eagerness building inside them as they sat there, enjoying the warm warmth of the tavern. They knew their experience was only getting started, and they were looking forward to seeing more of the island's attractions.
But for the time being, they were satisfied to sit back, relax, and take in the splendor of the tavern while savoring every bite of their exquisite meal.
*****
Roger and his Cerberus wife walked out to the beach on the second day of their honeymoon. They could hear splashing water and laughter as they traveled. They turned around to find a swarm of topless mermaids playing in the reef. Roger was embarrassed, but Katina and the others appeared undisturbed.
A mermaid with long red hair and a seashell necklace covering her bare chest swam up to them. "Hello there, land-dwellers."
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Roger introduced himself and his wives to the lovely mermaid, who smiled and welcomed them. "It's great to meet you," Roger remarked, reaching out his hand.
The lovely red-haired mermaid grabbed his hand in hers, her pale wet skin cold to the touch. "I'm Naiad," she added, her voice beautiful and melodic. "What brings you here to our reef?"
"We're just looking around, that's all," Labda explained. "Do you live around here?"
Naiad brushed her hair. "Our school goes swimming here and there. However, we enjoy vacationing near this island. Nobody has ever troubled us around here."
"Yeah, some people still don't respect mermaids," Roger stated emphatically. "You don't have a place to call home?"
"We call the sea our home. Mermaids may appear archaic to you, but we know the sea better than any land person. To avoid opponents and predators, we must sometimes keep moving. We, unlike you, do not have submerged cities and residences. We move to other oceans, like dolphins and whales, and sleep wherever it is safe for our school."
Like gypsies, Roger thought
The mermaid area in New Olympics City contains water tubes and pools for the mermaids to swim around in as if it were a water park. They wore magical charms that changed their fishtails into legs when they wanted to walk on land to another district. City mermaids never went from one location to another location, but ocean mermaids seemed to have the freedom to go wherever they wanted as long as they avoided harm in the sea.
Naiad's eyes twinkled mischievously as she smiled flirtatiously at Roger. "You know, we mermaids enjoy swimming naked. Why don't you come to swim with me, handsome?" she offered, winking at him.
Roger laughed as he felt Katina's touch on his arm. "I appreciate the offer, Naiad, but I'm afraid I'm married," he apologized.
Katina took a step closer, a protective spark in her eyes. "And I'd appreciate it if you stayed away from our husband," she replied forcefully, her voice growling.
Naiad laughed as her beautiful red hair swished in the water. "I was only joking, Katina," she responded lightheartedly. "I'd never dream of stealing your man. Bye!"
She swam away with that, her elegant tail propelling her through the water.
Roger sighed and shook his head at Katina. "Be nice, love," he chuckled. "She was just having some fun."
Katina snarled. "Mermaids are just as dangerous as Sirens, my love."
"She's right," Cilla remarked. "They're so horny they'll steal anyone they can get their hands on."
"And they reproduce like fishes," Labda remarked. "I wouldn't be surprised if Naiad's school only swam to this island to abduct husbands."
Roger burst out laughing. "All right, let's leave this beach for now. Just remember that you three will always be my only loves. Nobody will never take me away from you."
The Cerberus women smiled passionately.
*****
Roger and his Cerberus wife were enjoying a slice of delectable cake for dessert after a delicious supper at the hotel dining. The cake's soft, moist texture melted on their lips, and the delicious perfume filled their noses.
"This is the best cake I've ever tasted," Katina exclaimed as she took another bite.
"Agreed," Roger said. "It's so good, I could have another slice."
"Speaking of seconds, it's time for another dessert," Labda added, a hint of a grin on his face.
They perplexed Roger until Cilla leaned close and said, "In bed."
Roger's face lit up with joy as he realized what was going on. "Oh, I see now,” he murmured, his voice full of excitement.
The three-headed wife grabbed Roger up from his feet and quickly took him back to their hotel room with a flurry of joyful exclamations. Their arms were wrapped about him like a living wreath, and they chattered between themselves as if time had stopped—or so Roger thought.
As Katina, Labda, and Cilla finally arrived safely in the bedroom with their beloved spouse in tow for another night of wild lovemaking, the joy in the air was nearly palpable.
The cool air in the room gradually soothed their tired muscles as they undressed and climbed into bed. As they lay in stillness, illuminated by moonlight filtered through a break in the curtains, the pleasant scent of their perfume lingered on their garments.
At this point, there was nothing but them — naked and defenseless, but inextricably linked. Roger got into position, finding himself standing over the shared body of Katina, Labda, and Cilla. They smiled as they flipped their body over and stood in a doggie pose. They directed their huge buttocks at Roger.
As he pushed his erection between the women's furry cheeks, his hands held their hips tightly. He felt his body expand with yearning, and he pushed his way inside until he was completely submerged in ecstasy.
His thrusting lifted them higher and higher into ecstasy, till their screams mingled into one long moan to the heavens above with the roaring winds outside.
Roger's hands massaged his wives' back, tracing their curves before resting just above their hip bulge. His fingers deftly glided into their delight and reached their sweet spot. He gripped lightly at first, sending a wave through his partners' body that were both familiar and thrilling in its intensity. Then he slapped with an open palm, producing a piercing cry of pleasure from between blissfully opened lips, as though what had been felt before was now beyond comparison.
Roger distanced himself from the women after his climax. As he gazed upon the goddesses' wet ass, a picture of contented joy in their post-coital rest, his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
He leaned down and gently brushed his lips across Katina's, eliciting a small sigh, before doing the same to Labda and then Cilla on either side till each felt the warmth of another shared breath. Then he caressed each of them lovingly with soft loving kisses till they all sank into one another in a passionate embrace.
*****
Roger and his Cerberus wives slept happily in their nice hotel bed. The room was silent and peaceful until a strong tremor jolted them awake. For a few periods, Roger sat up, bewildered, until he heard screaming and an explosion outside.
"Wake up, honeys! We need to go see what's going on," Roger said as he leapt out of bed and dressed quickly.
Katina, Labda, and Cilla awoke, hurriedly dressed, and exited the hotel room with Roger. As they hurried outside, they noticed a massive woman with long octopus tentacles ravaging the resort, destroying buildings and wreaking devastation.
The woman wore a red bun in her hair and a seashell necklace that hid her enormous breasts. Her tentacles were slimy and red, like her hair. She was a colossus, towering above everyone.
"What exactly is that thing?" Labda exclaimed, staring up in surprise.
"I don't know, but we have to do something to stop it," Roger answered, looking for anything they could use to defend themselves.
Katina clenched her teeth, ready to battle. "Let's show this monster exactly what we're made of!"
Katina, Labda, and Cilla leapt into action, their three heads coordinating their motions as they battled the enormous octopus woman. Their razor-sharp fangs glinted in the moonlight as they snapped at the tentacles of the creature, while their massive jaws wrapped around her thick, slimy skin.
But the octopus woman was too powerful, furious, and adept. She writhed and thrashed, flinging her tentacles around and slapping and bashing the Cerberus women. Katina, Labda, and Cilla snarled and growled, determined to protect their loved ones as well as the islanders who had become friends.
Roger stood there in astonishment as his ladies battled with all their strength, their fur bristling and their eyes burning with rage. He knew he had to help, but he didn't know how. One of the islanders, a satyr woman, suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Come with us, we need to get to safety!" she yelled, pushing him along.
Roger rushed beside the islanders, evading debris and tentacles lashing out toward them. The screams of the injured and dying filled his ears, and he felt a flood of terror and hatred well up inside him.
He returned his gaze to his ladies, who were still engaged in combat with the enormous octopus woman. They were significantly outmatched, yet they refused to give up. Roger knew he had to find a way to help them, to save them, to ensure that they all survived.
But for the time being, he had to concentrate on getting himself and the others to safety. Roger could only hope that his wives would make it out alive as they rushed for a nearby shelter.
*****
Despite their best attempts, the Cerberus women were outmatched by their opponent's sheer size and power. The enormous octopus woman swung her massive tentacles with a resounding roar, sending the Cerberus ladies flying in different directions.
Katina, Labda, and Cilla hastily gathered and left, realizing they were no match for the enormous octopus woman on their own.
"We have to come up with a plan," Katina murmured, panting heavily as she rushed behind her sisters.
"We can't fight her head-on," Labda acknowledged. "We need to find her point of weakness."
The Cerberus women could hear the shouts and pleas of the people in the distance as they ran, and they knew they had to act quickly to save them from the octopus woman's fury.
"We need to get the islanders and the tourists to safety," Cilla added, scanning the surroundings for danger indications.
Roger came to their side as they sprinted toward the islanders, determined to assist them in any way he could.
The Cerberus women and Roger guided the islanders to safety, hoping that they would have another chance to defeat the enormous octopus woman.
*****
After leaving the island's inhabitants and guests in an underground bunker, Roger and his Cerberus wives hiked up the rough mountain trail toward the cave entrance to find more survivors. The sun was setting, casting an orange haze across the sky. The only sound on the mountain was the crunching of their feet on the gravel trail. The breeze smelt like pine trees and the air was crisp and cool.
As they approached the cave entrance, the Cerberus women's eyes flared in the dim light. They pulled Roger into the cave despite his hesitation. Within the cave, the air was damp and musty, and the sound of trickling water echoed down the narrow hallway.
They went deeper into the cave till they came to a small chamber. A terrified human man crouched behind a massive boulder. He wore a Hawaiian T-shirt, blue shorts, and a cowboy over his chiseled face.
"Who are you?" Roger asked, taking a step forward.
"My name is Carl Plumber," the man stated from behind the boulder. "Please do not inform Scylla that I am here!"
"Scylla?" Cilla replied.
The man rose up, trembling. "That's Scylla out there… My sweetheart... I made a mistake, which triggered her rant."
Labda's pupils constricted. "Are you the reason Scylla has been wreaking havoc on the island?"
Carl nodded, a humiliated expression on his face. "I had no intention of causing her any harm. Scylla misinterpreted me because I had been deceived by a fairy. I was too afraid to confront her, and look what happened!"
The Cerberus woman approached him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's time to face her and make things right," Labda added.
Cilla nodded in agreement. "We'll go with you to make sure everything goes smoothly."
Carl made a wobbly head movement. "But she'll kill me!"
"Not if she still loves you deep down inside," Roger responded. "Trust us."
Carl inhaled deeply and took a step forward, ready to confront his enraged girlfriend.
*****
The sky was dark and the stars were visible when they exited the cave. The air was crisp, and a light breeze blew. They moved closer to the coast, where Scylla was last seen.
They could hear waves smashing against the shore as they walked. When they arrived at the shore, Scylla was standing in the water, her massive octopus tentacles writhing around. As she gazed around, her eyes burned with rage.
Roger took a step forward, attempting to get Scylla's attention. "Scylla, we need to talk," he exclaimed.
Scylla faced them, her eyes narrowing as she recognized Carl. "You!" she yelled, her voice reverberating across the shore. "You cheater!"
Carl took a step closer, his voice shaking. "Please, Scylla, listen to me. Everything was a misunderstanding. I never intended to hurt you."
Scylla's tentacles thrashed even more furiously. "Silence!" she yelled. "You have betrayed me, and now you will pay the price!"
"I'm sorry, Scylla," Carl murmured, shaking his head. "Everything was a mistake. I was duped by the fairy into thinking you were unfaithful. I was mistaken in doubting you."
Scylla hesitated, thinking about his comments. She could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice that he was sorry. Her fury gradually subsided, and she began to shrink back into her human shape.
Her tentacles fused into two long legs, exposing her bare body in the moonlight. Roger was used to seeing naked monstrous girls in the city, but Scylla's unusual physique made him flush. He turned to avoid embarrassment in front of Carl and his Cerberus wives.
"I was so hurt, Carl," Scylla replied with a long sigh. "But now I understand you were duped. I apologize for my rage."
Carl approached her and grasped her hand in his, gazing intently into her eyes.
"I love you, Scylla," he declared. "I never want to hurt you again."
"I love you too, Carl," Scylla answered, quietly smiling. "Let's just go home."
Scylla and Carl went away, hand in hand, as Roger and the Cerberus women observed.
The islanders and visitors crowded around them soon after pleased that the pandemonium was gone. Roger grinned, pleased that they had been able to restore calm to the island.
He turned to face his Cerberus wives and stated, "Looks like our adventure is coming to an end."
Katina, on the other hand, shook her head. "No, our second honeymoon isn't over just yet, baby."
*****
Roger,Katina, Labda, and Cilla, rested on the sand, enjoying the warmth of their skin as the sun beat down on the empty beach. They'd been through so much on Mystica Island, and now, on their last day, all they wanted to do was relax and enjoy each other's company.
Roger was dressed in pool shorts, while his wives were dressed in a purple bikini that showed off their curvaceous body.
"I can't believe our vacation is coming to an end," Roger murmured as he turned to face them. "It feels like we just arrived."
"I know," Katina answered, smiling. "But haven't we had a fantastic time?"
They lay there for a time, enjoying the calm and quiet while listening to the waves breaking against the shore. But as the day progressed, their desire for one another grew stronger.
Roger laid on top of the women's body, a bright light shining down on him as he softly touched their brown fur, his movements dictated by instinct and pleasure. Under the light that filled the sunny sky above them, their merriment looked almost mystical, as waves lapped leisurely against the nearby shoreline. The warmth of their hug engulfed him for what seemed like an eternity, until they finally slumped in calm tiredness into each other's arms as one content body beneath a blanket of shimmering sand dunes.
Katina, Labda, and Cilla then commanded Roger to lie down on the sand with their interlaced hands. He agreed, and as his body sank into the sand, they pulled at his shorts, until he was free of the cloth shackles.
The girls straddle Roger's sprawled body, simulating a horseback rider atop their delighted steed, while he lay still below them, eyes closed in expectation of more pleasure to come. Their delight filled every nook of the air around them and resonated out across the seas as they rode up and down on his firm erection.
In his mind's eye, their joyful motions created a display of colorful fireworks, with each thrust sending tiny shockwaves through Roger's body that grounded him to reality like an anchor on the seafloor below. As Labda, Cilla, and Katina maintained their synchronization dance, they drove him deeper into a trance-like condition, and when his body began to shiver in elation, they knew he was at his pinnacle.
The trio came to an abrupt halt, and when Roger opened his eyes, they were all standing before him, their hands still intertwined. They backed away slowly, leaving him in the same perfect state of happiness till he ultimately faded into nothingness.
When Roger awoke, he found himself sprawled over the soft, warm bodies of his lovely wives. As he realized what had happened—his sexual climax had thrown him into a deep sleep right between them—they all looked up at him with glittering eyes and smiles. His chest rose and fell with a booming roar that shook their linked forms, and they both recognized it as genuine ecstasy conveyed through movement. They embraced for a few moments longer, savoring their moment and their closeness, before silently parting as the sun set on another lovely day.
*****
As Roger and his three-headed Cerberus wife walked to the boat that would carry them away from Mystica Island, the sun shone brightly. They returned their gaze to the lovely island, wishing they could stay just a little longer.
"What a beautiful island," Katina commented, "I'm going to miss it here."
"We had such a great time," Labda and Cilla agreed, "I hope we can come back again someday."
"Me too," Roger said with a smile. "Here, we experienced some unforgettable adventures."
They sat down and gazed out at the water as they boarded the boat and began to sail away. The sun was sinking, creating a pleasant warmth all around them.
"It's been an amazing second honeymoon," Roger said as he wrapped his arm around Katina's. "I couldn't have asked for a better adventure."
"Neither do I," Katina answered, snuggling closer to him. "I'm glad we were able to experience it together."
As the boat went away, they watched as the island faded into the distance. They were certain that they would never forget their time there, the sights, sounds, and experiences they made.
"Until we meet again, Mystica Island," Roger murmured as he waved goodbye.
The End.