Rainer
Mama said not to question who you love. Your heart knows best.
Hot, intense pleasure rushes through me. My body shudders violently as dicks move inside me. My arms shake so much that I’m about to fall on my face.
I’d end up with a bloody nose since my face would meet the back of Notto’s skull.
My cock is buried in his ass with Drystan’s joining me. One of Drystan’s. When Keary said he wanted all of us to be fucked by Drystan, I didn’t think he meant at the same time.
He meant at the same time.
Notto is flat on his stomach, his face buried into a pillow as he fills the room with a continuous loud, high moan.
I can’t see what Drystan has going on, but I know that Notto is stuffed full.
My dick is in his ass. Drystan is in his front hole, and his cock is wrapped with some kind of tentacle appendage that I had the pleasure of feeling last week.
Or was it the week before?
Keary’s cock is in my ass along with Drystan’s second, and Drystan also has a dick inside Keary. I feel like I’m being pulled apart as they fuck me together. I’m so overstimulated that all I can do is try to keep myself from losing it too soon.
Notto’s body trembles under me, and I think I can feel his pleasure pulsating through my body. His ass clenches almost rhythmically, which does nothing but heighten every damn thing.
Like Notto, I can barely move, but my entire body is humming like a live wire.
I’m ready to come. It’s hovering just this side of consciousness.
Every pleasure point that ever existed in my body, as well as maybe a hundred more, is being touched.
Rubbed. Brought to the brink of losing my fucking mind.
Unlike me and Notto, Keary is wild. His dick doesn’t stop moving inside me. He bucks forward, surges backward on Drystan’s dick, and thrusts back inside me. Over and over.
My head spins. Dots flicker in front of my eyes. My fingers tingle so intensely that they almost feel numb, like I’m not getting any blood flow to my outer extremities.
“Love how you fill us all, Drys,” Keary moans.
“I’m going to come,” I say, almost sobbing. Fuck, I need to come, or I’m going to lose my mind.
“Come, precious,” Keary says. “But I’m definitely not done breeding you yet.”
I can’t help myself. I can’t hold it in. As soon as the first wave of my orgasm washes over me, I lose the battle to keep myself up on my arms. I crash on top of Notto, wrapping my arms under his chest, and use him like an anchor.
Between the way Notto’s ass squeezes my dick and the constant deep thrusts of Drystan’s and Keary’s dicks forcing my ass to spread wide for them as they endlessly poke, prod, and pleasure me, my orgasm is nearly blinding.
Do I breathe through it? There’s a chance that I lose minutes of time as I shudder between them, emptying my balls into Notto’s fine fucking ass. So tight. So muscular and tense around me. Milking me.
Our group fuck continues for what feels like days, so many days. I’m seriously dehydrated by the time I’m lying on my back, limp and dazed. My body aches deliciously. Every single breath makes me twitch. My hole is going to stay stretched for life now. I can feel it.
“Is now a good time to talk about babies?” Drystan asks.
No one was talking, but a thicker blanket of silence falls over us.
“Nice, Drys,” Notto mutters.
Drystan makes an oof sound as he’s pulled down.
“Next round, Drys gets all the dicks,” Keary says through a yawn. He rolls onto his side and pulls me into his chest.
“It’s going to take me ages to get through gestation,” Drystan whines. “Let me be your pretty pregnant boy!”
I laugh, closing my eyes.
Keary sighs. “Drystan, we just started. Why are you in a hurry?”
“We did not. It’s been like… three months.”
My smile doesn’t leave as I listen to them.
“Please! I want to carry your babies! Little monstrous babies—all different.”
The library around us shudders, its walls shaking.
“He’s fine,” Notto calls. “Just being whiny. No need to get anxious, Poalo.”
We gained more pets since killing the pod that killed my parents. While Keary and Drystan tore apart the monsters in the building, Notto was out back freeing their beastly prisoners. The beasts wandered away, but over the week following, they found their way back to us.
It’s not just Kaida anymore. Now, there’s Poalo, Dexter, Tifany, Meatball, and Tongues. Don’t ask. You don’t want to know how Tongues got his name.
They’re all very protective, like hovering parents watching over their toddling infants, waiting for them to fall into the fire. Especially when one of us sounds distressed.
The first time they witnessed us fucking was… comically frightening since they were convinced that we were somehow torturing each other.
I saw the faces of the monsters that killed my parents. Part of me wishes the one that looked right in my eyes as he walked away hadn’t been dead yet. I’m forever going to wonder why he left me alive.
But a part of me feels settled by knowing that they’re all dead. This particular pod is nothing but a little dent in the numbers of pods out there, but it feels good to know that they’re dead. After all this time, they’re finally dead.
There was no sign of my parents, for which I’m grateful.
I might have been a little disappointed at the time, but as we walked through that place, I knew that if I found them alive, they wouldn’t be in any condition to…
live. Years have passed. If they’d spent years in the clutches of these villains?
I don’t wish that on them. They were good parents. They were good people.
For the past two months, we’ve wandered around Nyc City looking for my cousins. The colony I’d dropped them off at before following the pod’s trail was gone. No sign of them anywhere.
We’ve found no signs of them being carted off by the pods. The settlement has been disassembled entirely. The land where it had once been looks drab and empty, whispers of life that had been here a hundred years earlier still scarring the land.
The city is huge, though, so we’re still looking. Still asking around. There are millions of places for a small colony to hide. To absorb into another. To break into several smaller units. To move away from Nyc City entirely.
I want to find them, my only remaining family, just to see if they’re alright.
“Please,” Drystan tries again. “The pets all want us to have babies, too. Just ask them. Do you want me to have babies, Tifany?”
A low humming whistle fills the air, and Drystan grins. “See?!”
“You don’t know that’s a yes. She could be telling you to fuck off,” Keary says.
I snort. I’m startled when a loud banging on the door is followed by it swinging open. The resident of the library fills the door. He’s little more than a shadow. A dark wall of black energy.
“Your beasts are using the library as a scratching post,” he growls.
“It really butters your buns that they’re able to get this close, doesn’t it?” Keary asks cheerfully.
The answer isn’t pleasant. I turn my face into Keary’s neck so he doesn’t see me grinning.
Zakee is a teko who shut himself up in the library eons ago.
I’m told he’s a very sweet monster, but all I’ve seen is a reclusive, somewhat angry, distrusting, and otherwise suspicious monster who doesn’t like that we’ve been hanging out here for the past week as we thoroughly explore the area in search of my cousins.
He reminds me of something I saw in a book once. He’s incredibly fascinating. Little more than a shadow most of the time.
“Want to weigh in on us having babies, Zakee?” Drystan asks.
“Not here,” Zakee answers. “Tell your damn animals to stay off the exterior of the building.” He turns, shutting the door. The entire room shudders at his exit.
Secretly, I think the library is an extension of Zakee. He feels and knows and sees everything. There are doors that won’t open unless he opens them, too. No keys. No locks. Just Zakee and the library.
“You can all breed me,” Drystan says. “All at once. All taking turns. Just think about it.”
“We can do that without babies happening,” Keary points out.
Drystan climbs over Notto, who makes an oomph, and lands on top of us, forcing Keary to look at him.
His horns are short today, no more than two or three inches, with blunted points.
His eyes, still deep red, look concerned.
Earnest. Worried. “Do you really not want babies, Keary? I’ll look so sexy with a belly. Don’t you think?”
Keary sighs. I rest my hand over Drystan’s stomach, smiling. Keary’s hand joins mine. “Why are you in a hurry, Drys? Tell me.”
“I’m not in a hurry. I’ve waited forever. You made us chase you, and now I have baby fever!”
“He’s not wrong,” Notto points out.
“Compromise with me. One year, Drys. Let’s be baby free for a year. Then—”
“Then we start pumping out babies!” he exclaims, face lighting up. “You hear that, beasts? We’ll have babies!”
The entire building shudders again, but the chorus of what had once been threatening sounds that filled my nightmares and forced me to sleep with an eye open now makes me grin hugely.
“Keary!” Zakee’s disembodied voice fills the room with a growling warning.
“Why is he yelling at me?” Keary says, laughing. “They’re not even my pets.”
“They’re all of our pets,” Drystan says. He leans forward, framing Keary’s face in his hands. “One year? Then we’ll have babies? You’ll let me have your babies?”
“Drys,” Keary murmurs, a note of sadness in his voice. “You know it’s unlikely you’d have my babies, right? Please don’t get your hopes set on that.”
Ah. I think I understand why Keary is so hesitant to agree. He once said that gods have an incredibly difficult time procreating. Getting your hopes up, only to be disappointed over and over again, can be hard.
I pull him a little closer. Notto must have heard what I did because he drags himself closer and wraps around the three of us too.
“Maybe,” Drystan agrees. “But you haven’t tried with me. I’m not a regular monster, Keary. I can be whatever I want to be, including the exact kind of womb that’s most hospitable to conceive a divine child.” He looks smug.
Hell, even I can feel hope gathering in my chest at his declaration. Keary doesn’t want to feel it though.
“How about this,” Notto says, brushing Drystan’s long hair over his shoulder.
“Over this next year, we have two missions. One, we’re going to find Rainer’s cousins.
Second, we’re going to figure out exactly what a ‘hospitable’ womb is for a god’s seed to take root.
In a year, even if Keary doesn’t want to try for his own, you have me and Rainer to make you fat with our offspring. Okay?”
Drystan’s smile glows. “Yes. I agree to that. Rainer?”
I nod. “Yep. I love this plan.”
“Keary?” Drystan asks.
Keary sighs. “Yeah. I agree. In the meantime, we can faux breed you, love.”
“Oh, definitely. We’ll take turns. I really love how you all fall apart when I breed you at the same time. It feels like I’m being torn in three different, delicious directions. The sexiest thing I’ve ever done.”
“You think the beast of the library has information on breeding a god?” I ask.
“Maybe we can add a third objective to this year. Let’s ask all the monsters we come across to tell us in great detail what their favorite positions are, and we can try them all,” Drystan says excitedly.
“Horny fuck,” Keary says. “That’s my role. Get your own.”
Drystan laughs. He sinks down on my chest, and we wrap around him. I close my eyes and think about what my parents would say if they saw my husbands. Would they be distrustful because they’re monsters? Would they support me?
I’m sure I know that answer. Yes, they would.
My heart aches. I’d give anything to have them back. To have them here with me. With us. My monsters would love them. They’d spoil them just as much as they do me. I’m sure of it. They love to listen to me tell them stories about my parents.
Sometimes, the memories feel so real that I can imagine they’re here with us, sitting around a fire and laughing with us.
One of the reasons I’m sure they’d love my monsters is because they gave me a reason to live again.
I’d been so determined to follow my parents in death.
Whether from anger or guilt or resignation or even just exhaustion from fighting for my life every day, I’d been so determined to follow my parents in death.
Keary was right. My parents wouldn’t want that for me. That’s why they hid me and my cousins. To give us a chance at life.
Because of my monsters, I now want that chance.
I’m never going to stop missing them. I’m never going to stop asking why I was left alive. But sometimes, you’re not meant to have the answers you want the most.
The bed shifts, and Kaida jumps up. She flounces her body down against Notto’s back, determining that we’re finished fucking for the night and it’s time to sleep. I grin.
I love this little family we’ve made. Not everything is a struggle, and I’m no longer afraid of tomorrow. I’m excited to live. Excited for our next adventure.
“What’s with the smile, precious? What’re you thinking about?” Keary murmurs, his lips pressing against my jaw.
“I love this,” I admit. “I used to be so terrified of living. If you’d have asked me months ago if I’d ever think I could find happiness in this world, I’d have hated you just for asking. I thought there was no happiness to be found. I’m glad I was wrong.”
“That’s so corny,” Notto mutters, gently biting my shoulder.
I laugh. “I mean it. My mother always told me that hope is the most dangerous emotion you can have because it always leads to disappointment, and I believed that up until you came into my life and made me discover emotions that… I thought only belonged in books. I’d never seen them in life, so it was like they’d been lost to time. ”
“We’re going to keep showing you things from books,” Drystan says. “Keary’s read them all, so I’m sure he’s already made a list.”
“I have,” Keary agrees. “Get ready to feel all mushy and shit. We have the rest of our lives to make you believe you’re living in a novel.”
“That means we get a happy ending, right?” I ask.
“Those are the only books worth reading,” Keary says. “Only, this isn’t a happy ending. It’s a happy beginning and all other kinds of sappy shit.”
“Good. I’m ready for a little bit of sappy in my life.”
“Oh no,” Notto mutters as Drystan and Keary give me wide, mischievous grins. “You’re going to regret saying that, pet.”
I smile. No, I’m not.