Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
Kyle
This was not anything remotely like what I was expecting when I came here for this Dungeon dive.
The stew heated up my body as I tilted the bowl to pour the last of the succulent meal down my throat.
I didn't expect to get a hot meal; that was one surprise.
I didn't expect to talk to a monster or to have that monster want to get me to safety.
I absolutely didn't expect a dungeon monster to feed me and then proposition me by stripping down naked and displaying himself.
I'd seen plenty of naked men.
I was a squire for the Barons, and they didn't give a flying hoot if I saw any of them naked or not.
I was used to dicks swinging around, but I wasn't used to the owner of one staring at me while offering to rail me and move me into.
.. wherever Dungeon monsters lived. I hadn't been with anyone since I came to this school.
I was lucky that none of the Barons were gay, and I wasn't willing to risk giving up my secret by getting intimate with another mundane.
Getting a full view display of the goods wasn't my personal preference for a proposition, but I couldn't say I didn't like looking at all of him.
Durom was hot. He had those gorgeous lines that carved down over his hips and dripped down in a v.
He was strong, muscular, and made excellent soup.
I didn't know him, but I already knew he was three hundred percent better than any of the Barons or other proper students back at the school just based on that conversation.
It was a depressing thought. A literal monster spoke to me with more kindness and consideration than any of the men I'd spent the last year and a half working for, and he hadn’t even been that kind!
The whole time, he was just trying to figure out how to get me to agree to fuck him!
The bar for what I considered a good person was so low that it could be crossed by someone making sure I was an adult, feeding me, and then taking my roundabout no for an answer while offering to make sure I got home safely.
Not that the school I called home was safe.
If I got out of the Dungeon alive, the Barons would just kill me.
"Durom," I said, and his soft brown eyes lifted to meet mine. "Is the whole rut thing necessary? Could I come live with you without doing that?"
"That would be uncomfortable," he said. "I would be aroused all the time being around your scent and not rutting.
It would be better if you went to live in the city with the Orcs if you don't want to go back to the surface or mate with me.
It is your choice, and I will endure the discomfort of your presence should you wish to stay with me. "
He was so direct about it.
He didn’t sugarcoat the fact that being just friends with me would be uncomfortable because he was sexually triggered by my presence.
He also didn’t make a big deal about it, and there was nothing in his tone that made me feel pressured.
He just stated his needs and what he was willing to be a part of.
His eyes dipped down to my bowl, and then he stood again, coming around to reach out for it.
I held it out to him and his fingers brushed mine, warm and huge and for a moment all I could think about was the nearness of him, the heat radiating from his hands and the musky scent that arose from his body, and then that moment passed and he was handing me a full bowl of stew before going back to his seat on the other side of the fire, like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just set my entire body aflame from coming near me.
"Are you disinterested because I am inexperienced with males?" Durom asked. "I can please you without entering the rut. Let me prove myself. I will be an excellent mate."
He put his spoon in his mouth and then pulled it out, slowly, his lips parting to show his broad, flat tongue wrapping around the spoon, stroking it as he held his gaze on mine.
Heat flared between my legs, and I swallowed.
It had been so long.
Heat flared in his eyes, and I realized that I'd nodded.
He came around the fire in a flash, and then he was kneeling in front of me.
He was so big that his head was level with mine as he kneeled, the ring in his nose catching the light as he wrapped his huge hands around my thighs.
His grip was strong and firm, controlling without bruising, as he pulled my legs apart.
"Tell me what you like," he said. "I will be very good at this."
And then he leaned down, as if to press his face into my lap.
Panic flared in me, and I set my bowl down on the hearth and grabbed his horns before his face could fully descend.
I didn't have the arm power to restrain a muscular minotaur, but the slight tug of my grip stopped him anyway, and he looked back into my eyes.
He examined my face and then sat back in a crouch, taking his hands off my thighs and settling them back onto his own knees.
"You don't wish me to taste you?" he asked.
Oh, I really wanted him to.
There were layers of what I was experiencing.
I had safety whiplash, from being in mortal peril, being abandoned in a monster-riddled dungeon, to having that very abandonment mean my freedom, to having one of those monsters feed me and hit on me in an intense and abrupt manner.
I had attraction, stark and brutal, brought on both by the gorgeous sight of his body but also by the fact that he didn't care about my body or what was under my clothing, as long as I was an adult.
He'd never explored outside of his hetero sexuality, but the moment that was challenged by the fact that the person he wanted to hook up with looked like a man, he just shrugged his shoulders and decided he would have to get good at sucking pipe.
His mental flexibility wasn't something I expected from anyone, and his willingness to go with the flow to get with me was a turn on of a kind I wasn't expecting.
I wasn't used to someone wanting me more than my body, especially someone who didn't know me at all.
But his sudden approach was too intense, and there were certain things that it was very important not to surprise people with.
My body was on fire, turned on, but my mind was hung up on the fact that this was a literal monster in front of me, and the fact that my scent was lying to him.
I absolutely didn't want to lie to someone, even a monster, just to get laid.
"No, I just..." I scrambled to think, to process this moment. "You think I'm your mate because of my smell, right?"
"I know you are my mate," he said. "You have the mate scent."
"But what if I don't?" I asked.
"But you do," he said.
"My smell is altered," I said, saying part of the secret out loud. "I have a spell that changes my smell."