Keelie
My face is on fire, and I’m not sure if I’m more embarrassed or aroused that Ahstahl caught me masturbating when I thought I wasalone in the middle of nowhere!It’s not like I was in a city or something, putting on a show for every Tom, Dick, and Harry. But what I’m most focused on is the fact that Ahstahl said I was theiranima tenetur. Whatever the hell that entails.
From what I’ve gathered during the course of our conversation today, that’s a very big deal in their world, considering two freaking gods created the bond to stop a centuries-long blood feud between two species and save a whole fucking planet.
But… I’m human.
Even if what they say is true, I have no clue how the logistics of an intimate relationship would work. There aretwoof them, and they aren’t human.
What the fuck do their cocks even look like? And on top of that, they’re obviously part reptile, so do they have more than one sex organ?
And there are two of them?!
He saw me masturbating?!
Did he like what he saw?!
How long did he watch me?!
What would Wayne think…
They’re also not human, and there are two of them!
I can tell I’m spiraling and letting my mind go down the proverbial rabbit hole, but I can’t seem to make it stop. My chest is tight, and my breathing is getting choppy. Distantly, I hear Ahstahl bark at Aercek.
“Frak you, Aercek! Look what you’ve done! You and your twisted sense of humor can rut off.”
Panic is starting to set in when I realize it’s getting hard to breathe, and I’m borderline about to lose my complete shit when I’m plucked from my chair and settled into a warm lap. Strong arms wrap comfortingly around me and press me deeper into the embrace, before the light from the fire is shrouded as wings wrap around me in a cocoon of safety. Aercek’s gruff voice catches me by surprise when he croons to me.
“Little mate, slow your breathing. You’ve no need for this panic. Feel me breathing and match the cadence. You are not suffocating, you are not in danger, you are safe, and we will not let anything harm you. I apologize for my tasteless comments. I wasn’t aware that it would wound you so.”
Focusing on his breathing, I force myself to follow the rise and fall of his chest, taking slow, deep breaths through my nose, and exhaling out of my mouth until the tightness in my chest fades and my anxiety recedes. Relaxing against his chest, I huff out a breath as mortification begins to set in. Tilting my head up, I open my mouth to apologize when Aercek shocks the fuck out of me by licking from the corner of my mouth to my temple in one motion with a long, forked tongue.
A shriek of laughter escapes me at the randomness of his action, and his face crinkles in amusement as my body rockswith mirth. Wiping the spit off my face, I look at my wet hand and then back up at him.
“The hell, Aercek?!”
Red eyes peer down at me smugly. “Your eyes are no longer leaking, and your scent is filled with joy instead of panic.”
Rolling my eyes so hard they disappear into the back of my head, I respond. “Yeah, well, I only panicked because you told me Ahstahl caught me masturbating, and that I’m your mystical“anima tenetur,”not to mention the fact that there are two of you AND YOU’RE BOTH MASSIVE.”
Rustling startles me, and I realize it’s the sound of his wings rubbing against one another as he folds them back behind him, revealing Ahstahl’s concerned face.
“Keelie, you have my sincerest apologies. That should have been handled with tact and finesse instead of acerbic comments.”
Ahstahl extends a large, clawed hand to me and carefully helps me out of Aercek’s lap before settling me back in my chair, draping a blanket across my lap to combat the chill in the air. He smiles at me before turning around with an ominous click.
“Ahstahl, what are you…”
My words are lost as a fireball hits Aercek dead center in the chest, flipping him over backwards with the force of its impact. In a blink, Aerceck is back on his feet with a vicious grin pulling at his lips.
“Feeling testy, are we, Ahstahl?”
Ahstahl doesn’t answer him verbally; his reply is to launch himself at Aercek, catching the larger male in the gut with his horns, and the brawl is on. Their growls, snarls, and curses fill the clearing.
Reaching over, I snag the bag of kettle corn off my tiny side table, grab a fresh hard cider from my personal cooler, and settle in for the show.
At least they’re smart enough to do this macho male crap outside my campsite.
