Chapter 6 – Harold
HAROLD
“Explain this to me again,” Forrest says, really slowly like he thinks I’m an idiot.
He’s the one who was taken prisoner by sirens, so who’s the real idiot?
“We found Medusa, but she’s… beautiful.”
He drops the half-eaten stick of meat he’s roasting over the fire. “How beautiful is beautiful?”
I don’t want to talk about her anymore, because she’s been haunting me since I first saw her. But then again, I kind of want Forrest to be as miserable and horny as I am.
“She’s small—like I can’t even imagine our cocks fitting into her tight pussy—small.
She’s got these big breasts for a girl her size, and since she was wearing just a white shirt, I could see her little pink nipples through the fabric.
And God, they were the kind of nipples every man just wants to suck.
You know, put her on your lap and just suck for hours.
Those kind of nipples. And she’s got this whole body just made to be licked and nibbled on. ”
Forrest groans. “Have I told you how much I hate being celibate?”
I grin. “All the damn time.”
Forrest pets his erection. “If you’ll excuse me, I need a moment.”
He rises, and I roll my eyes, only I’m fucking aroused too.
I swear to God we’re pathetic. We hated becoming celibate. We hate living in a place where there are only three females anywhere close to our age. It was some kind of cruel joke that we were sent to find a monster and instead kidnapped the kind of woman we’ve been dreaming about sharing for years.
Despite myself, I pull out my cock and start to stroke it. I think about how delicious her pussy must feel. In perfect clarity, I imagined myself sinking deeply into her and pounding in and out until she crashes over the edge, screaming my name.
I come with a strangled sound, letting my seed decorate the floor of the woods. When I’m done, I pull up my pants, go to the river and wash my hands. When I get back, Forrest is already waiting for me.
“You’re shameless,” he teases me.
I laugh. “Like you’re any better.”
We sit in silence for a long time. Above us, the sky is decorated with stars. And the sounds of the crackling fire weaves perfectly with the sounds of crickets and owls. This is the life—freedom, with no one breathing down our necks or watching our every move.
“So,” Forrest says, breaking the silence. “How are we going to kill this hot woman?”
I stiffen. Suddenly, the shadows in the woods seem deeper, darker, and I don’t feel peaceful anymore.
“I don’t know.”
We both lie down in the grass, staring up at the stars, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing. Killing monsters we can do, but killing a woman? I don’t think we can do it.
The thing is, we won’t have a choice.