Chapter 10 Dodie
DODIE
Betrayed.
Again.
Betrayed and abandoned.
I scream and kick over his lousy gift basket, and then fall to my knees in instant remorse as I rush to gather the berries that may be my only food source for goodness knows how long.
I gather the scattered colored fruit and blow the dust from their skins.
The red ones are so juicy they’re now caked in a thin layer of mud that I’ll have to imagine is chocolate when I’m forced to eat them as my last resort before starving to death.
I scream in anguish again and try to transmute my rage into brute strength to move the huge boulder Hordan blocked me in with. It doesn’t budge, and I curse him at the top of my mental range so he’ll feel it no matter where in the world he is.
I stagger back against the wall when he responds immediately with an image of himself down at a nearby bend in the river.
His hands are bloody, and I can feel the ire pulsing in his veins as clearly as I can feel my own.
He shows me the bodies at his feet and then shows me how close they were to my home — shows one finding a strand of my hair and climbing the cliff to seek me out.
He shows me thumping his chest like a gorilla as he roars, and then shows me how he’d push ten more boulders in front of my cave it meant he could keep me safe from this war.
I want to argue that I’ve kept myself alive for this long, but after seeing how close the enemy was and feeling the intensity of his desire to keep me out of harm’s way while he dutifully fulfills his sworn role as my protector…
My anger abates as I consider his actions from his perspective, because there’s no denying that he loves me.
I feel it in his every look, tone, and behavior.
Energy doesn’t lie. And while I’m frustrated with the lack of choice he gave me in the matter, I know I would have fought him if he’d suggested restricting my activities.
I would have seen it as an attack on my freedom, but this way?
I’ve been forced to reflect from a different angle.
One I wouldn’t have considered, had he not understood me well enough to predict my outraged reaction and accept the relationship-destroying risks that came with it to keep me safe.
“Smart fucking monster,” I mutter under my breath and then sigh.
I close my eyes and flood the area as best I can with an apologetic energy, a wave of love, and a wish for him to be safe and return soon.
The moment he receives the message, I feel it in my body. The tension leaves my shoulders, and it’s as if I have love flowing through my veins. Love and something else. Pride? He’s proud of me?
My eyes fill with tears, and I feel his energy surround me like a warm embrace.
How are we doing this? Is our connection strengthening the more time we spend together? Is it enhanced our sexual chemistry? Because that’s escalating too.
I don’t know what kind of magic fuckery was at play earlier with those dream-shenanigans, but it felt real as could be.
I had that endurance-level orgasm, and so did he.
I glance at the bed furs drying over on the rocks.
We were practically swimming in fluids when I woke up, and I know he didn’t actually fuck me, because I’d be shredded if he had.
There’s no way I could take his cock in reality.
I don’t think.
One of the lotions in the basket catches my eye. The tube looks just like the one from my dream. The elasticity cream.
I look through the basket and find two more alongside a jar of purple berries I haven’t tried yet, and several larger screw-top jars of what looks like…
Is that…? I open one and take a quick sniff.
It smells just like… I count them and shake my head.
For what purpose did my sexy monster provide me with a dozen substantive samples of his semen?
I sniff the jarful of cum again. It does smell incredibly good. Tastes good too, as I recall. I snort softly to myself, glance around the empty cave and shrug. With nobody here to judge me, I take the jar to my lips and take a sip. And then a bigger gulp. Several, in fact.
Is it wrong that I enjoy this flavor so much?
Hordan floods my senses with adoration, and I just about spray cum all over the floor as I choke in surprise.
Oh God. Did he just read my vibe? Shit. Does he know what I just did? And how I felt about it?
I’m flooded with what feels a lot like praise.
Oh, he knows.
I groan. Of course he knows. Intuitive beast.
I cast my eyes over the other eleven jars, and then take the one in my hand back to my lips.
Yup. That monster knows I’m a filthy little human who loves his cum. Why else would he package it up for me in a goodie basket like ready-to-go meals. He fucking loves that I’m enjoying it too. The more I swallow, the more of his approval I seem to feel.
I lower the empty jar and run my finger around the rim to collect the last of it.
Is that how it works? The more I consume his essence the stronger our connection grows?
Hordan sending me an image of him nodding while he applauds my cleverness.
I send him a visual of me sucking his cum from my finger and then opening another jar.
He sends me the state of his expanding cock, and then ushers me out of his head so he can work.
I chuckle to myself, sip at my next jar, and separate one of the slippery purple fruits from its friends. I give it a sniff and then taste it.
Not bad. Not as sweet as the red ones, or as wholesome and nutrient-dense as the blue ones taste, but not bad. I take another swig of monster cum and then set the jar down in a rush as my stomach gurgles and the need to defecate arrives with great urgency. “What the fuck?”
I get to my feet and then glance around the cave, remembering I’m trapped inside. My bathroom is on the other side of Hordan’s giant fucking boulder-shaped security door.
Shit.
Literally.
Where to go?
I barely have a chance to pull a bucket from my kitchen area shelf before I need it, but the craziest thing happens. All that comes out of me is a pale purple ball that fills the cave with the scent of flowers.
“What the…?”
What other weird food science have these monster introduced to our earthly realm?
Because this one I like. In fact, I like everything I’ve found in the gift basket so far.
I head back to my half-consumed jar of my dashing monster’s semen and finish it off before I pick up a tube of the elasticity cream.
After a few moments of consideration, I insert it directly into my pussy and squeeze the entirety of it inside me.
Now what?
In the dream, Hordan had massaged it in and then stretched me by hand.
I give it a go, but my ability to stretch myself to a degree that would help me to take Hordan’s cock with ease, is hindered by the sheer awkwardness of my limited reach.
I move about the cave hunting for suitable items to assist.