Keary
Monsters are lucky. Our monstrous souls choose our mates, and they always choose right. But that fucking preternatural instinct will never shut up when you tell it no. What the fuck, dude?! I don’t want my every fucking fantasy, bitch. Go away!
Iwatch Rainer disappear down a hall with his lut following him. His pet pauses, looks over her shoulders, and meets my eyes for a beat before turning and following. I listen, trying to follow their progress through the house but don’t hear their footsteps once they’re out of sight.
“Even Kaida thinks you’re being a stubborn bitch,” Drystan says as he opens a cabinet.
Irritation prickles up my spines. “She doesn’t,” I insist.
Drystan and Notto both look at me with the same expression.
“Why can’t you just leave?” I hiss, turning to head back outside and away from them. The tightness in my chest is just as frustrating as having them here.
Go away, I demand of my god who incessantly reaches for them. The answer is no. I don’t want that life. I don’t give a fuck what you want.
I don’t receive an answer, of course. I’m not that kind of species.
I am my god and my god is me. We’re a single being.
I’ve always thought about it like a different set of instincts.
A different skillset. My physical body doesn’t change much in shape, but it has other characteristics that embody the sun.
There’s still plenty of daylight, so I wander around lazily, searching for food for my human companion. Monsters need sustenance too but not nearly as frequently as a human.
I suppose that’s not always true. Demons eat all the damn time, as do shifters. Hmm. Maybe it’s the divine class that doesn’t need to eat as often or as much.
We’re not in a particularly dense area as far as other structures or forests.
I can see the houses, equally as large and at one time impressive, spread a dozen yards down the road.
One of them looks like it was plowed through by a wrecking ball, while the majority look untouched except by time and neglect.
There are patches of trees here and there. A single mailbox remains standing, though the box itself is tipped over, barely hanging on. There’s another mailbox sitting in the middle of the road, distorted as if it were stepped on or run over.
I sigh. I miss the world that used to be here. People moving about. Fuel to make the vehicles run. The hum of civilization, even in somewhat remote places like this. In the distance, at the end of the road, I can see what remains of a city.
From here, it’s nothing but shadows. There’s no light. No movement. No sounds. Just tall gray structures of various heights. They stretch from left to right, telling a story of what was once here.
I could find food there. Glancing up at the sun, I determine how long I have before it gets dark out. A chilly breeze meanders across the road, and I shiver. I’m not a fan of moving north. I prefer the warmer weather.
Sticking my hands in my pockets, I begin walking toward the city. A beam of sunlight streaks across the road, and I walk into it. When I step out again, I’m in the middle of the city.
Once, there would be noise everywhere. The very city itself would sound like it lived.
It’s eerily silent now. I look up at the wall of a tower painted with evening sun.
Most of the glass has been blown out, either by storm, beast, or other activity, but every so often, there’s a pane that’s still in one piece.
It is the reflection of broken lives, glittering through the bright sunlight.
A sound to my right makes me turn. I don’t catch them, but I see their feet scurry behind a building. I walk toward the point where they disappeared. They’re gone by the time I get there, so I follow the alley between buildings.
I pass a door every couple dozen feet, each hanging off its hinges. All except one. “Which one is not like the other?” I hum as I push it open.
The sound of scurrying meets my ears. I’m not exactly in a place where I can manipulate the sun much, but I manage to bounce a beam of light into the space. Half a dozen humans are cowering in various corners, one with a wooden bat in his hands.
They don’t have what I want. Without a word, I turn and leave the building. “If you want to stay hidden, stop closing the door,” I call out. “As the only one closed, it’s an obvious sign that there’s something behind it.”
I meander through the city until I come across a much larger group of humans. They’re smoking meat. There are two long strings of meat hanging between two buildings, from cured to freshly hung. I nod in approval. That’s how to keep a group fed—keep adding to your supply.
Using the sun as a cover, I walk right into the center of their camp and grab a small hunk of dried meat before stepping back into the sun. This time, when I step out, I’m back by the house we’re camped out in.
It’s a nice house. I might have really enjoyed it if it were still standing how it once had. There are three stories, the top promising to be something special since there’s a Juliet balcony on the side. I stare at the windows, wondering which one Rainer is behind.
This would be much easier if Notto and Drystan weren’t around. I could have him without any hassle. They keep making him uneasy.
They try to steal him away, but I found him. He’s mine.
This one thing I indulge my monster on. The insistence that I mate the human is strong. I need him. I need to keep him for myself.
Closing my eyes, I admit only to myself that I don’t care if I share him with Drystan and Notto. It was never about refusing to share him, but humans aren’t always open to the way monsters live, and I will have him. They’re not getting in my way. He needs to choose me!
Maybe I can steal him away in the night while they’re sleeping.
They’ll track me down as they always do, but I think I can get us far enough away that we’ll have a couple weeks alone.
I know he’ll choose me if I can just get away from them for a while.
They make me itchy and frustrated, and I’m not at my best self when I have to keep fighting with them.
I’m not at all surprised Rainer isn’t all over me right now. He’s not seeing my best side. I should have made sure he spent more time with Iska. Iska would talk me up like I’m a fairytale prince.
That’s what I need.
Sighing, I walk around the side of the house and walk through the door. I don’t see Drystan or Notto, for which I’m thankful. I follow the path that Rainer had taken until I hear his voice behind a door, talking to his lut.
I like the lut. She’s smart and protective. I bet she still has more secrets to unlock. Someday, we’ll figure them out. I’m sure.
My knuckles rap lightly against the door, and his voice stops. No movement follows until I hear the click of the lock and the door opens. He’s guarded when he looks at me. I don’t like that expression at all.
“I brought you food,” I tell him, offering him the hunk of smoked meat. “You don’t need to come out to eat it if you don’t want to. I know you’re frustrated with us.”
Rainer frowns, accepting the meat. “Thanks.”
“Do you still have water?”
He nods.
I mimic the movement. “Then… I’ll see you in the morning, precious.”
He stares for another beat then inclines his head before backing into the room again and shutting the door. I don’t see any bedding or mats or anything, but I suppose that’s a luxury, right? He’s probably used to not having any of that since that’s how he’s traveled most of his life.
The door shuts, then I hear the lock engage.
Sighing, I turn to the closest room and walk inside. There’s a bed in this one, but I’m not going to pretend it’s exactly welcoming. Even if nothing has touched it since the residents left a century ago, that’s a hundred years of dust and bugs.
My face scrunches. Ew. However, I always have one of those plastic mattress covers with a cloth top in my bag. They roll up nice and tight so they don’t take up much room.
With another glance at the door that separates me from Rainer, I head back into the kitchen to find my bag, the only one left, exactly where I left it. My eyes flick to the ceiling, wondering if Notto and Drystan are upstairs. Did they already find rooms and settle in for the night? Probably.
Maybe they left. My chest tightens at the thought, and my traitorous lungs steal my breath.
No! That would be a good thing. That’s what I want. I was just thinking about sneaking Rainer away in the night to get away from them. If they left on their own, all the better.
I’m going to tell myself that the anger I feel over it is because they left Rainer alone while I was gone.
It’s dangerous, and if he doesn’t know he’s alone, he’s even more vulnerable.
He wouldn’t have known that he needed to be more vigilant of his surroundings because there weren’t monsters here to protect him.
That’s bullshit.
At least he has Kaida. I’m sure his lut wouldn’t let him get hurt.
I would have much preferred to be the one leaving. That doesn’t make my chest hurt.
Only because I’m a damn adult, I don’t stomp my way back to the room I’m commandeering.
I leave the door open so I can hear if Rainer needs something, then I shove everything off the bed, flip the mattress over, and cover it with the fitted plastic cover.
Made for a larger bed, it swallows up the mattress, but I would much rather have a larger one than one that didn’t fit at all.
With nothing left to do, I kick off my shoes and drop onto the bed. The sun is nearly down now. There are more shadows in the room than anything else. They get longer, wider, until they cover the room entirely.
The bed moves, and I feel two people climb on. I grunt in frustration and move to the edge of the mattress. Fuckers. My chest does not feel lighter knowing that they’re still here. I’m not at all relieved.
Thankfully, they always insist on aggravating me, so if I were to feel relieved or whatever, it’s erased almost right away when they strip and begin fucking. Right beside me. On the bed that I covered for myself in the room that I claimed for myself.
I close my eyes and try to ignore them, but their moans and grunts fill me with hot need. It drops to my core and burns hot. I shudder when Notto’s low, deep groan lingers in the air.
As subtle as I can, so they don’t think I’m enjoying their porn show, I reach down to grasp my throbbing cock. Assholes. Assholes. That’s what they are.
I’m as furious as I am relieved when they grab me. Two sets of hands tear my clothes off, and I don’t even pretend I have the strength to fight. I need to get off.
“Which hole do you want tonight, my god?” Notto murmurs, deep voice even deeper now that it’s filled with gruff arousal.
“Front,” I tell him. “Ride me.”
He’s on me in the next second, sliding down my length and stuffing my fat, throbbing cock in his front hole. It’s tight, shallow, slick as fuck. I grip his hips, shoving mine upward. His deep voice becomes high as he grunts that sexy fucking whine.
I keep one hand on his hip. Maybe guiding him.
Maybe making sure he doesn’t go anywhere.
The other I bring around to his front and grab his little cock.
It’s so adorably small. Three inches hard and sensitive as fuck.
As soon as I grip him, his entire body shudders.
His hole clamps around me, threatening to get me off far too soon.
“Drys,” I moan. “Sit on my face.”
He’s there before I finish the demand. Straddling my head, his smooth body with no crack, creases, or protrusions is positioned over me.
Drystan is a fucking magician in bed. He can become anything his lover wants him to be. I lick up the underside of him once. Twice. The third time, my tongue pushes into a crease. Inside that crease, my tongue meets not one or two or even three cockheads but four. All lined up.
I tease them with my tongue, sucking on their slits and nipping at their mushroom tops. Notto rides my cock while I listen to both men squeal and moan on top of me.
I hate this. I hate that I love that. I hate that they know exactly what I want. What I need. I hate everything about how stupidly perfect they are. I hate how they make pleasure spiral through my body like a cyclone. I hate the sounds they pull from my mouth.
I hate how good Notto feels on me, no matter what hole he rides with. I hate that his little cock is my favorite thing to hold in the entire goddamn world. I hate how responsive he is to me. I hate how high and low his voice gets as he sinks deeper and deeper into the pleasure I fill him with.
I hate it all. I hate that Drystan can give me a wild dream. A fantastical imagining. He can give me anything I dream up, even when I don’t tell him what I want. I hate that I have found cocks to feast on buried inside his body so I have to practically suffocate between his legs to reach them.
I hate how good this feels. I hate the intensity of the orgasm they give me. I hate the erotic notes that Notto reaches as he comes all over my hand. I hate how Drystan bathes me in his cum from four dicks.
I hate that I don’t hate them at all. I hate that I love them more than life.