Epilogue #3
Clayton shoved the kids through, agreeing with Merry that he was a horrible person for throwing Mister Stabby like that. He’d agree to anything if everyone would just go back home safely so he could have a tiny nervous breakdown in peace.
He gave Cym an awkward wave goodbye before all but diving through the portal.
“Come back soon!” Cym called after him.
Once everyone was through the portal, safely inside Here, Clayton breathed a sigh of relief.
Tommy followed Eira and Grampy to the boat, lured with promises of treats that Grampy hadn’t had a hand in making.
Mal was busy checking over Mister Stabby because Merry was certain Clayton had given him hemorrhoids when he threw him through the portal. She was demanding that Mal go back to the Real to get her unicorn a special ointment she learned about from a reliable source.
Clayton was rubbing his forehead and making a mental note to make sure Merry stopped watching commercials from the Real when he realized that Holly was still standing where they’d portaled in.
She was staring down at something in her hand, and a tear was rolling slowly down one cheek.
“What’s wrong, love?” Clayton went to her and held out an arm. She looked like she needed a hug, but he wouldn’t force it on her. He would, however, make sure she knew the option was there.
Holly leaned into his arm, and Clayton wrapped it around her securely. She held up a piece of old parchment paper, and Clayton recognized the neat, old-fashioned cursive writing on the page at once.
It read:
Cousin,
I will be here for you when you need aid. Come to me when you are ready to learn more about your people.
It was from the elusive Boston chapter house brownie.
“That was very thoughtful of her,” Clayton said.
“I’d been planning to find a way to ask the chapter house brownie if she could help you, but it looks like I needn’t have worried.
” He gave Holly a peck on the top of her head.
“Brownies are very protective of their own kind, so she meant what she said in the letter. She’ll help you in whatever way you need. ”
“What’s her name?”
“She never told me. Brownies are protective of their privacy to the extreme. I’ve never seen her or talked to her in person, but I still consider her a friend. She’s saved my life many times by giving me spell patches when I needed them.”
“So she’s nice?”
“I think so, yes. I have a feeling you’re going to get to know her far better than I ever will.”
Holly gave him a hesitant smile and nodded. “Can you take me with you the next time you go to work?”
“Of course, love. I think my kitchen would become a danger zone if I didn’t.”
Holly laughed. “Don’t let Mal hear you say that, or he won’t let you go back.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Do you want muffins? I never got to give Samantha the muffins I made for everyone.”
“Yes, but I want the recipe.”
Holly had gotten in the habit of asking for the recipe any time anyone made food. Even Grampy. She claimed that she wanted to experiment with weaponizing them.
“I’ll show you how to make them any time you want,” Clayton promised.
Holly hurried toward the boat, grabbing Merry and hauling her away from Mal, who’d been desperately trying to explain that magical unicorns couldn’t get hemorrhoids.
When Merry was out of earshot, Mal asked seriously, “What are hemorrhoids, and how do I tell if a unicorn has them?”
Clayton gazed at his slightly-too-large lover, and his heart gave a little flip-flop. “Shut up and kiss me, idiot.”
Mal’s night-black eyes swirled as he obeyed, and the world around them faded away until it was only Mal and Clayton, alone in a little pocket world.
“We’re going to be okay, aren't we?” Clayton asked. “As parents, and, well, everything else?”
“We’re gonna be great, Red.”
Dark tentacles rose from Mal’s body and began to twine around Clayton possessively.
“Don’t ruin my clothes,” Clayton gasped as Mal slid a tentacle under his shirt.
Clayton’s clothes went blurry and then vanished completely.
“Those better not be gone for good,” Clayton managed to grumble before Mal kissed him, effectively silencing him.
As they kissed, Mal began to transform into the creature Clayton had dragged back from the demon realm. Clayton’s body shivered in an exhilarating mix of fear and arousal.
Too big. Mal was far too big for Clayton to manage in any of his holes, but dear sweet Vis, he wanted to try anyway.
Mal’s face was no longer remotely human, and he’d grown so large that Clayton fit in the palm of his clawed paw.
“What are you going to do?” Clayton whispered.
Mal’s voice was a nearly indecipherable rumble as he said, “Everything you want me to.”
Tentacles slid over Clayton’s skin, and they attached themselves to Clayton’s wrists and ankles, pulling him spread-eagled.
Clayton moaned as countless tentacles swarmed his body.
One of them had grown a mouth-like orifice to engulf his dick, while two began to nudge at his ass, each fighting to make its way into his quivering hole.
The stretch was just shy of too much as they worked their way inside, lubricated by whatever magic Mal was using to fulfill Clayton’s fantasy.
When Clayton gasped, another tentacle slipped into his mouth, working its way in and out as Mal moaned like Clayton was giving him the best head of his life.
It was a scene lifted directly from one of Clayton’s dirtiest fantasies, and his lover was giving it to him without needing any explanation.
Clayton writhed as he was fucked from every direction possible, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he was sent into overstimulated ecstasy.
When he came for the first time, he thanked Vis for sending Mal into his life. As Mal continued to fuck him, driving Clayton’s body toward another orgasm far sooner than Clayton could have managed without magical assistance, Clayton thanked Astraea for helping him keep Mal alive.
After countless orgasms, Clayton was an exhausted, cum-covered mess, and his only thoughts were an endless litany thanking Mal for being Mal. His new lover, a god all unto himself.
Clayton’s god, but a god chained at his feet, willing to give him anything he wanted.
“Love you, my monster,” Clayton whispered.
As Clayton fell asleep, wrapped securely in the arms and tentacles of his lover, he heard Mal say, “Your monster loves you too, Red.”
The end