Reward it

You've never been known for your kindness or generosity, but something about those cute little evil puppydog eyes on Worm are really tugging on the strings that would connect to your heart if you had one. You've done far worse than give a little fun to a chaun in your short years as a monster-hunter-in-training. Things you'd rather not even think about.

"Oh, alright," you say. "I'll give you what you want, little Worm."

Worm shows you his jagged smile as you return to stand over him, giving him a view of your neat little pussy and peeking pink petals. You reach down to your dripping sex and part your velvet lips so that he can see your honeyed pink fuck tunnel. You squat down once more over his raging rod and take hold of his warm dick in your soft hands. A few expert strokes and your fingers are liberally coated in his oozing fluid.

"Is this what you want?"

Worm pants and nods his head enthusiastically. You tease the swollen head of his dick against your sensitive quimflesh, feeling his slick glans against your clit. You catch him at your entrance and peer into his bulging red eyes as you slowly impale yourself on his length. You feel each ridge and bump as your tight walls grip him like a warm sock. You let your full weight settle on him and then lean forward, balancing on your knees as you begin to ride him with a purpose. Your soft, fleshy arse collides with his raised knees, like little doorknobs against your bum. His cock satisfies you once again and you moan, squeezing your nipples and licking your lips as spasms ripple through your sex.

Worm takes hold of your hips in his wee clawed hands and thrusts up into you, punishing your sloshing slit with his fuckstick. His long tongue lolls from his fiendish mouth and he is drooling on his little red beard. He grunts and thrusts into you hard and fast. You feel him swell so large it feels his prick might burst and a moment later it does, jerking wildly as he pumps a massive, boiling load of thick cum into your depths. Shot after shot gushes into your tight slit, filling you with his cream until it drips out around his cock and falls to his lap.

Satisfied that he has finished, you stand up, his load draining out of you and dripping onto his wilting cock. Worm smiles up dreamily, but your expression is once more stern as you begin tucking your heaving tits back into your corset.

"You've had your fun, now get up and get ready," you order him and he complies. You dress and gather your things. Worm, the satiated simpleton, follows along behind you.

A short walk from the plane crash takes you to a cobbled road. Signposts point the way west to Isenvlad, the same direction as mountains and that creepy castle. Somewhere on the other side is the compound and the airport in the center of the island. Isenvlad must be a town. Maybe they have a telephone and a masseuse there. The other way is more mountains, more forest and, presumably, Monster Island's rocky coast. Maybe if you go that way you can signal a boat or something.

Worm points to the sign and then in the direction of Isenvlad. He nods his head up and down. Then he points the other way and shakes his head from side to side.

"What is it?"

Worm points to the ocean again and moves his hand like a serpent. The message is fairly clear. There is danger in that direction.