Chapter 20 #2
Problem is, this isn’t even an ogre home, it’s a couple of dragons sitting on a pile of…I don’t fucking know what’s in there. As soon as I see them I stop, apologize, and run back out.
“Nooooo!” Pierce and I meet on the street when the distinct shrill of a voice in distress sounds out across the row of houses.
There isn’t any doubt for either one of us who that voice belongs to and our bodies act before our minds can even decipher the reality that Sage is in life-threatening danger.
Up ahead, the dark smoke that is Slay stops and his demon form comes to light, the hat and all.
Pierce and I take off at a run, and within seconds I’m face to face with a female ogre tall enough to make the three of us look like gnomes.
“Not your home, demon. Go away, dinner here.” Yeah, and we all know what that means.
“Give me back my chosen and we’ll leave you be.” The three of us stand as one demon unit. Just as I’m about to unleash my vines, I hear it.
“No, you get the fuck off me, you big pile of rocks.” I freeze, wrapping my vines around the female’s neck and squeezing as hard as I can. It’s not the best way to bring her down, considering she’s made of granite. “I bet your dick is a pebble.”
I wish I had time to stop and laugh at the fact that my chosen is insulting her kidnappers, but I’m a little busy with this shithead.
Pulling hard and quick, I have this ogre flying over our heads in a shower of smooth stones and hard-edged rocks. She’ll pull herself back together, maybe lose a couple on the way, but she’ll get over it. I just hope her recovery time is enough for us to get Sage and get the fuck out.
As soon as we enter the home, the stench of burnt flesh is like a smoky fist punching me in the nose.
“What the fuck?” I thought the anthros-eating ogres were a myth. How have they been getting away with this? Pierce doesn’t appreciate the eating of unwilling living beings and that’s two he’s had to deal with just today. Might be enough to convert him to veganism.
“Where the fuck is she?” I’m throwing vines all over the place, ripping heads and limbs, and slashing through midsections. I stop when I reach the center of the room and see an ogre with a goofy smile across his stupid face, holding Sage by her ankle as her hair is dipping into thick, boiling stew.
Seriously?
“Put her down or you die, Ogre.” I walk straight to them and wrap my vines around Sage, bringing her to me in one quick pull. As soon as she’s safe, I have to hold her down as she tries to go back there and kick the ogre’s ass.
“That's right, motherfucker. Who’s getting eaten for dinner now, huh?” I pull her close, and with a look to Pierce, he gets my message loud and clear.
Get her out of the house so I can deal with this piece of shit.
“Hey! Where are you taking me? He wanted to fucking cook me like we’re in some fucked up version of Hansel and Gretel. I didn’t even get any candy out of it!”
I chuckle, which is quite the feat with a pumpkin for a head, then give the ogre my full, undivided, attention.
“So, you’re trying to cook and eat my chosen? Do you know what that means?” My voice is low and promises nothing less than death.
“She’s anthros in Shade, it’s legal here.” He’s raising his hands like I’m about to arrest him. Idiot.
“She’s a witch.” I take a step closer to him and even though he’s got a foot on me, I’ve got speed and power, not to mention brains.
“No, no. No witch smell. No witch smell.”
Fuck this guy.
Slinging my vines around his entire body, I swing him from one side to the other, breaking the wall to the right, then the left. With every smack against the concrete wall, another piece of him falls off, over and over again until every rock is on the floor.
I don’t know if he’ll be able to repair himself but I don’t fucking care.
Taking the hot pot of stew, I pick it up, the boiling heat having no impact on my demon form.
Walking to one side, I pour the stew over the remaining rocks of the ogre until every inch of him is coated in liquid.
Then I pull the curtain from the window and dip it in the fire pit sitting in the middle of the living room.
As soon as the curtain catches on fire, I light every fucking surface up like a goddamn pyromaniac and watch it burn with devilish satisfaction.
As I step out, I smack into the female and growl. “The next time you touch my chosen, I’ll make sure the damage is too great to repair.” Then I head straight to Sage, throw her over my shoulder, and rush her back to my home where I’ll be sure to keep her safe for the next two months.
“I told you I was a witch, you stony bitch!” She starts hitting my ass with her tiny fists. “Put me down, you brute!”
“Not on your life, Satapti.”
The whole way back, kyn stare at us but nobody tries to intervene. Behind me, I can hear the water towers putting out the fire I just caused and I have no doubts I’ll get shit for what I did. Spoiler alert…I don’t give a fuck.
“I’m not a prisoner, Zelos. You can’t be all sexy and protective just to turn around and take me against my will.” She’s cute when she’s angry.
“I think I just did.” I take the stairs two at a time and as soon as I reach my room, I throw her on the bed. Staring down at her, I shift back to my anthros form. It’s easier to communicate this way.
“What the fuck were you doing out there?” I don’t need to have a conversation with Pierce to know she probably walked out, tired of being holed up in our building without being able to visit the kyn world.
I get it, I do, but she’s so close to getting through her birthday.
It’s a matter of fucking months and she goes out and puts her life in danger?
Yeah. That’s not going to fly here.
“I was curious, okay? I mean, I didn’t think that some rock person was going to try to roast me up and have me for dinner. What’s up with that?” Propping herself up on her elbows, she narrows her eyes at me like that’s the biggest problem we’ve got going.
“I told you, anthros aren’t supposed to be in this realm and you haven’t crossed over your thirtieth birthday, which means you don’t have a witch smell, yet.” As I speak, I start to undress. Reaching behind me, I grab my white T-shirt and pull it up and over my head before throwing it behind me.
“Still, that’s rude. There’s no need to pick people up in the middle of the street and invite them to dinner.
As the fucking meal.” She shivers, her entire body shaking at what I’m guessing is the thought of being cooked up in the cauldron.
What she doesn’t know is that she wouldn’t have fit, which means they would have cut her into pieces, not caring if she’s awake or not.
But I don’t comment on that.
“Hey! What exactly do you think you’re doing?” She’s speaking to me but her eyes are on my crotch like she can see my dick through my jeans.
“I’m stripping. Then I’m going to take off your clothes. After that, we’re going to fuck like the mates we are.”
“Ex-cu-se me? Are you high? Every bone in my body is repulsed by you.” Again, her eyes are fixated on my dick and she’s not moving from the bed. For someone who’s not interested, she’s doing a shit job at proving it.
“That’s exactly why we’re doing this.” My instinct is to crash my mouth to hers and settle between her thighs where I belong but I have a feeling she’d rip my balls off. So, my only choice here is to have her make the first move. It says a lot about my faith in our love.
“I’d rather fuck a pile of rocks than spread my legs for you.” The urge to laugh is almost overwhelming but I keep myself in check. I have a feeling this isn’t the right time to jest.
“Strip or walk out. Your choice, Satapti.” I don’t move, my gaze fixed on hers, waiting with baited breath for her to make the right decision.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Walking out that fucking door.” Jumping to her feet, she kicks off her shoes and stands on the bed so we’re eye to eye. With one brow cocked in challenge, she tilts her head to the side, giving me a smirk that says I’ve lost this battle.
To be fair, she doesn’t know me very well.
We’re so close I can feel her breaths on my lips.
“What are you waiting for, Satapti?” Crossing my arms over my bare chest, it’s my turn to cock my head and wait for her choice.
There’s no denying that her heated gaze on my bare chest, like she’s trying to read every tattoo that’s on display, is a huge turn on. No, it’s more than that, it’s hope.
“I hate you.” She leans in and I swear to fuck I can taste her words. None of them have the stench of loathing. “This is bullshit.”
I don’t react. Instead, I put my newfound patience to the test. “You almost died, a-fucking-gain, so pardon me if this fucking hex on you is the only reason we’re not mated.” Okay, so maybe I react a little bit.
“Allegedly. And I didn’t die, because you saved me.
” Her raised voice full of venom and fabricated hate shouldn’t make my cock rock hard, yet here we are.
With both palms on my chest, she pushes me back like our intimate proximity is affecting her as much as me.
The only difference between us is that she’s forced to fight it while I’m embracing it.
“I knew you’d show up.” She pushes me again and this time, I let her feel like she can move me.
“Fucking demon super scent and all that shit.” When she hits me with the full force of her palms, I decide it’s time to put an end to the game.
My vines come out to play, growing from my forearms and wrapping around her waist like shibari rope.
“Demon super scent, huh?” We’re so close I can smell her need for me. “You mean the super scent that can tell your pussy is begging for my touch? That super scent?” I’m playing with her, bringing her closer every time she tries to squirm away from me.