Chapter 21
Datu
I am not a liar. Not at all.
Although I tend to sweep many things—sometimes too many—under the metaphorical rug. I criticize Xiaoyu for her avoidant attitude, fully aware I am a hypocrite.
I have put Xiaoyu to sleep while I see to the other human female.
Her name is Sunshine Savino. One of the many girls promised to Esoterra.
The guardian who had been tasked to feed her carries her away.
She doesn’t need to be so close to us anymore.
A proper provider will come for her soon. One who isn’t infected like Lakan.
The best thing about the guardians is they do not need instructions. They know what I need them to do, and it’s to keep her far, far away from Xiaoyu.
I’ve said many things about following the natural order of things, and as the god of void…
of chaos, it is simply in my nature to wreak havoc even when it isn’t my desire.
Like fate, this state of mind removes accountability and personal agency.
It’s not a thing I am capable of feeling. I can thrive in its absence.
Cleaning Xiaoyu’s body is a thing I take pleasure in doing. After washing her, my fingers slip into her mouth. It’s hot, moist inside. The mixed smoothness of the roof of her mouth, and the sharpness of her teeth is a danger I want to revel in.
My cock drops from the trap once more and I squeeze it around the base. It’s a terrible feeling being so wanton, so reckless for a female. A woman. Using my fingers inside her mouth, I part her lips, spread her mouth wide to slip myself inside.
My skin is ablaze as soon as my head hits her tongue. Her teeth scrape over the bells, creating friction I cannot fathom. Being inside her mouth is not the same as being in her pussy. In the latter, I am risen. Ascended.
In her mouth? I am in agony. The throbbing of my cock is something that cannot be ignored. My hips buck, pushing myself deeper into the hellscape. Her mouth distends to accommodate me. Back arching, I grab her hair and inch deeper until her eyes flutter open.
“Sssshhh, go back to sleep. Let me enjoy you.”
I hate the fact that I love it more when her eyes are wide open like this. Shock, confusion, fear filling in the gaps of her memory. She places her hand on my thigh, but it’s not to stop me. Her eyes water the more I thrust.
Slowly, her eyes beg.
It just fuels something else inside me. There’s no certainty where my equivalent of hell is, but I know I am not beyond falling from grace. Her nails dig deep into me, and my head tilts back. Sweet, ruinous torture. I keep her still as I descend further into damnation.
“Your mouth…”
There’s a sharp slicing sound and when I look down, Xiaoyu has a knife in her hand. She has stabbed it onto the side of my thigh, and before I can pull away, she bites down on me.
Hard. Mercilessly like I am a silly little root crop.
She’s feral as she thrashes her head around with my cock in her mouth. The pain is still comatose—I am too bewildered for it to register.
God’s balls! With a furious snarl, I buckle and pry her jaw open. With great effort, she does. There’s cum and saliva dripping from her mouth before spittle projectiles toward my face. It lands with a loud smack.
I pull away, wiping it from my face, but she’s quick as she removes the dagger to stab me repeatedly. It is unhinged how she lances every part of my body she can reach. Least to say, I am taken aback.
My sweet, mild-mannered dreamer stalks like a ravenous predator. She slashes the knife in front of me, quick and unpracticed.
“Who the fuck are you?” She growls through gnashed teeth.
I suck in a breath. She looks rabid like this. Bloody, wild-haired, and murderous. With utter disappointment in myself, I realize this makes me deliriously aroused.
Xiaoyu comes at me and I have to bite back the exhilaration as I dodge the weapon. Every slice in the air pounds me deeper in the gut.
“Answer me!” With no regard for her safety at all, she swipes the weapon again. I may have dodged too slowly because now, I have a cut on my torso that’s bleeding purple goo.
“You can’t hear me?” I ask her incredulously—possibly to no one at all.
“You piece of shit! Who gave you the right to put your filthy dick in my mouth?!”
My back finally hits a wall while she storms forward. I have never wished so hard to have a loin cloth to cover myself. It is what it is. If she stabs me now, I won’t die, but it will hurt. I await her attack, my belly fluttering with excitement.
However, the moment she is close enough, I see the wrong kind of violence in her eyes. She zeroes in on my cock and—for a fraction of a second—I am frozen, clueless what to do. When she grabs it…me…I cannot even sputter out a protest as she digs the knife in farther.
“Have you seen a dick without legs?”
“No,” I choke.
“You’re about to.” She snarls and with a loud tearing sound, my cock is off.
She dismisses it in disgust and tosses it away. My jaw is slack as my mind registers what just happened beyond the haze of desire. Shy Xiaoyu is endearing. This one? I cannot put into words what I think.
I eye the stump where my foxglove cock had been and back to her retreating form. The cock on the floor retrogrades back into its natural form of black serpents. They wind and slither to dark corners of the cave, probably to hide in shame. They were ashamed of me.
An odd feeling crawls up my spine as she turns to exit the cavern. Where does she even think she’s going? Does she think I’m going to let her go so easily?
“Enjoy a dick-less life, plant-man.” She calls over her shoulder, running into the forest.
With a foolish grin, I trail after her into the forest while my chest drums a thrilling rhythm. My feet sink first as I melt into the earth. Being the forest is akin to swimming. I tread under the soil, fully aware when the surface is disturbed.
Her footprints glow, and I follow. I glide through roots, stones, and skeletons of all creatures I have eaten—my sole intention to climb out of the ground in front of her…and possibly eat her.
Xiaoyu
Holy fuck, what did I just do?
I’d reacted out of instinct, and now, it’s starting to sink that…nothing’s sinking. The cold wind hits my face like a slap while my toes dig farther into the ground. I don’t realize quite yet that it’s harder to lift my legs to run until the forest starts glowing.
“Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiitttt!!!!” I scream as the trees rip open into little smiles with sharp teeth. Some clack their teeth, some just giggle.
A thunderous, bellowing laughter erupts out of nowhere, and I just know who it is. It’s that fucking hole in my dreams—the only thing I remember. It takes more energy to run when my feet are basically drowning in black gunk.
Gritting my teeth, I take my knife and scrape them off my skin. I can’t believe it, but it fucking works. Making quick work, I scramble toward a boulder once they are all off.
It’s too fucking dark that it’s too late for me to see the large lump is not a rock at all. It’s fucking poop with opalescent mushrooms. Blood leaves my face when one mushroom head grows eyes and stares straight into my soul. I woke them up. Several of them.
Like the trees, a part of it rips open into a smile while it chants, “Eat me, eat me.” It’s calm at first until the others climb out of their burrow. Right before my eyes, they grow arms and legs. My skin ripples with chills, and I turn to run again.
“No, get away from me!” I’m screeching so loud until my throat’s hurting.
For some fucked reason, I hear them trampling after me while demanding I put them into my mouth. The forest laughs again, and at this exact moment do I feel my mind break. I dig my heels in and turn around, facing these feral, stumpy mushrooms.
“Eat them. If you don’t, they will eat you first.” A voice is in my head and my desperation tells me to believe it.
“These little shits?”
“Don’t wait until they start gnawing on your legs.”
To feed or to be feed, bitch.
Their silly googly eyes widen, a delirium taking precedence over sanity.
The bellow, “FINALLY!!!” when I pick them up, shoving them straight into my mouth.
I don’t chew, I swallow them dry. I can feel them dancing for joy in my gullet.
They are happy to be eaten. I gag, bile rising to my throat but I clamp my mouth shut and swallow it back down.
They’re in my belly, still celebrating and it doesn’t help when it makes my belly ache.
Sick to my stomach, I groan and rise, careful not to jostle too much (and failing).
“Such a good girl,” The voice praises me.
I prop myself up on a tree, reminding myself to blink every now and then. Natural bodily functions are becoming hard to remember. I’m leaking icy sweat, my vision becoming a surrealistic scene. I’m unshackled from some set of unwritten rules of the universe. I’m seeing colors I never know existed.
“Oh, my god, I’m high!” Comes my scream of terror.
“Don’t fight it or you’ll have a bad trip.” The sound is a rumble in the earth.
Waves of teeth head my way, and I’m too blitzed to even move away. I just whimper, hoping it won’t hurt me.
Random words cross my mind. “Psilocybin with legs.” I gasp into the sky where I see a comet pass. I see a whole other universe in the sky before the world beats down on me. I am not doing well as I fight for sanity. For control. Have you ever been so hyperaware of everything, but your body’s drunk?
I feel the need to crawl away from the forest. Shockingly, I still remember the path I took. The teeth surround me, coiling around my ankles then twisting up like a tornado.
“You sliced my cock off, Xiaoyu. Whatever do I do with you?” The voice sounds playful like it isn’t mad of what I just did.
“You put it in my goddamn mouth while I was asleep!” Have you heard someone screech and slur at the same time? That’s me, I’m screech and slur.
Everything’s in slow motion as the rows of carnassials form into a bigger, blacker thing. It’s a mouth, but it isn’t cute and adorable like the thing in my dreams.
“Come inside me, my sweet dreamer.”
Right before my eyes is a swirl of white teeth with black, rotting gums. Like the trees, it likes to clack its teeth, but it doesn’t do it the regular way. Instead, the teeth move individually and—like dominos—shimmies one direction to the next.
“The least you can do now is let me eat you.”
Horror isn’t registering. I feel invincible as I say, “Don’t hold your breath.” I fumble for my knife and the ground tosses it through the mouth. I watch in dismay as it disappears.
“Aren’t you gonna get your knife?”
I swallow thickly. Something chokes me by the neck seeing nothingness inside. “No.” Why the hell am I even responding to this piece of shit? I look around for a space I can squeeze out of.
I groan as the very center of the gullet glows.
“Come, it’s not dark inside.” His voice is gentle as the colors change.
For a moment, I choke back tears. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.
It’s not hypnosis that makes me finally step into the mouth, it’s the all-consuming urge to take a weapon.
With all my reckless strength, I dig my nails into the root of a tooth, ripping it out.
I cackle as soon as I find out my plan works.
With the smallest tooth in my hands, I run like a mad woman and slip out of the mouth—into freedom.
Before I step out of the treeline though, I hear hysterical laughter.