That’s good. I’ll take that. Libraries are supposed to be quiet, after all.
Now, I get to the main event—his spectacular golden rod. Deep into my mouth it goes. Right past my uvula and down my throat. Keary gasps, his hips jerking hard, shoving that sexy thing down deep.
I’ve learned a trick over the years. If you keep your eyes open and focus on anything at all, it’s impossible to gag. I stare at his blurry navel while he fucks my throat. There are days when I force him to let me do what I want to his dick, but today, I let him take control.
It’s been a while since this poor man got off, after all. He’s been so busy babysitting his human pet. So I let him fuck my mouth until he spills down my throat. I’m pleased when his orgasmic cries echo off the bookshelves. Yep, totally worth it.
I’m not entirely surprised when he pushes me off him, nor am I surprised when he yanks his pants off, glares at me, andgrabs a book at random off a nearby shelf before making his way back to the others. He’s going to bury his face in that book for the rest of the night. Both as a nostalgic pastime but also so he doesn’t have to look at me.
That’s fine. My words will ring in his head for the next few days.Why are you willing to let your monster dictate your actions toward this human but not toward us?I’m not sure he even knows what the reason is, but I need him to figure it out. I’m tired of our little family being incomplete because he’s the most stubborn fucking monster in existence.
Luckily, I’m just as stubborn, and Iwillfucking have him.
RAINER
Mama said there’s no such thing as magic. There’s always an explanation for what we see.
I’ve never been to this library. It’s not the biggest one I’ve been to. That would be in Nyc City. I was always impressed that the massive glass windows were intact every time I visited. Is that still the case today?
I imagine it is. If monsters maintain the libraries, I’m guessing that they maintain the integrity of the structure too.
When I was younger, I used to beg my mama to allow me to take books out even though she told me that they weren’t allowed beyond the doors. I thought she just didn’t want me to spend all my time reading, so I’d tried to sneak one once. An invisible wall wouldn’t let me move through the threshold until I returned the book to its shelf.
Libraries were a place of magic. Notrealmagic, though, as Mama assured me there wasn’t any such thing. I used to argue about the things we saw monsters do, but she always insistedit wasn’t magic.“Some people can roll their tongue and others can’t. Is that magic? Some people are born with different color skin and eyes and hair. Is that magic? Some people are able to touch their thumb to their pinky on the same hand while others can’t. Is that magic? Some people are born with different abilities; that’s all.”
Admittedly, she wasn’t wrong. I understood the concept, and when viewed through that lens, I definitely understood exactly what she meant.
But I think of this often, especially since meeting these monsters and others on Base 6. I watched a scaled woman go from what was practically a fish-human to a human with no signs of scales or fins or anything. Is that really not magic?
I watched Notto leap dozens of feet into the air and rip off the head of a massive flying monster with his bare hands. That’s seriously not magic? What about the cracks in his skin that glow? They don’t bleed. Theyglow!
When I get back from wandering around the library aisles, only Drystan is there with four bowls of food. They smell good. He watches me as I take one and sit on one of the rolls of mats and bedding. I’ve only taken a few bites when Kaida joins me. She lies along the side of my leg, pressing her back to me.
I wonder what Mama would say about all the things I’ve seen and been told. Would she tell me that the monsters are lying? How would she explain away people like Leema, who is quite visibly covered in scars, and her horrific story?
I used to think that Mama’s voice rang so clearly in my head that I could hear her words in any given situation. I’m not sure that’s true anymore. Recently, her voice is silent. I don’t think it’s because she’s left me any more than she had before these monsters came into my life. I think, more accurately, I’m just not sure what she’d say.
What sounds unmistakably like a pleasure-filled moan whispers through the room. I look around and meet Drystan’s eyes. He’s smirking.
“Your horns are gone,” I say, unable to stop staring.
Drystan reaches up to feel his head. “They are,” he muses. “They’ll be back.”
I’m not sure how to respond to that.
“My body constantly changes. I think it has to do with my surroundings,” Drystan says as he looks around thoughtfully. “My horns tend to be for outdoors. I think they’re like flashy appendages on animals. They make me look bigger than I am.”
Yep, still no response to that, though it’s curious that he can’t control his body. Then again, I can’t control the way mine grows either. The key difference is mine has stayed the same my entire life. I don’t have appendages or decorations that come and go with the change in the environment.
Keary comes out from the aisles with a book in his hand. Without a word, he drops onto the mat beside me and opens the book. Drystan looks amused.
Coming out from within the aisles with a slight smirk, Notto sits far more gracefully than Keary had. He reaches for a bowl and eats in silence. I can feel tension growing within our group. Maybe they’d had an argument? I feel like if the moan we heard came from either of them, Keary wouldn’t look this irritated, not unless someone was doing something wrong.
I set my bowl in front of Kaida for her to finish.
“You don’t like it?” Drystan asks. His question makes Keary look at me over the top of his book.
“It’s fine. I’m just not hungry right now.”
