Epilogue

They say all life came from the seas.

Looking out at the vast expanse of the ocean, Adam could believe it. Lying on the little seaside beach off the coast of Syredia, bundled on top a towel with his wife, the scent of the sea washed over him, mingling with the lingering pheromones on her skin from their lovemaking. It made him feel drowsy and content. If this was how human-monster girl couples got to spend a lazy weekday, then he would willingly do this for the rest of his life.

The sea lapped gently at the shore, rolling waves expended of energy like Adam himself, the sound comforting to him in some primitive way, a Southwestern boy who only got to see the ocean four and a half years ago, when he visited California.

It has been three months since the events which left Adam bound and captured by rebels hailing from the Allied Kingdoms, nearly killed if it wasn’t for his beloved ogre who saved his life - Ghorza. Since then, the couple managed to arrive at Mermouthia within a week or so without further incident.

At once, our hapless New World friend met his sponsor: A massive guild, or what passes for a multinational corporation in Old World, which ran clinics and hospitals all around the continent. He was hired as a medical assistant. Of course, his skills were mostly useless in comparison to the magic centric world he currently found himself living in, but he was learning.

On the other hand, everything felt so strange, so alien living in a civilized big city to Ghorza. She was a loner, isolated for most of her life, but stuck it out for her husband. Most days, she’d simply sit inside, or venture out to hunt shallow water fish with a spear, much to the curiosity of locals.

Eventually, she started dipping her toes outside her comfort zone: It started off with basic walks in the park, eventually to shopping. Then small talks with the locals. Before long, she went to school learning how to read, made a few friends along the way - mainly other monster girls who found their own partner - and best of all, it made Adam happy.

Nevertheless, Ghorza was awfully worried some days for her husband. She didn’t know why, but it was curious Adam didn’t bother hunting other monster girls to add to his harem - a few one night stands, but nothing permanent. Was this lack of jealously innate? Human women were inherently possessive, but Ghorza never understood why. She never desired another man, but for some particular reason, the ogre wanted Adam to find more. More women. More fucktoys for the fold.

He did mention having an eye for a certain elf girl he met a day or so ago fetching water from a well, but we’ll see how that turns out…

…

“Holy Koras, you weren’t kidding…” Cirasios said in awe, listening intently to the storyteller before him. A few monster girls in a nearby table stopped their conversation, transfixed by Adam’s tale of bravery and adventure.

“Yep, crazy time, brother. But in the end, I got the girl (or rather - she got me), killed the bad guy, and found a new home.” Adam leaned back, relaxing into the mimic acting as a cushy bench.

“... Actually, Ghorza did all that.” A cat-girl snuggled between Mr. Hudson’s embrace remarked.

He coughed, “Er- yeah, right.”