He has a pretty body. Hard lines make up a body that has spent its entire existence fighting for survival. There’s a scar on his hip and another across his right pectoral. I can see the line of where the poison from the beast raced up his leg toward his heart. It’s a shadow, lingering just this side of his skin.
I’ve seen him mostly naked, of course. The entire week that he walked around in a towel. I knew he was pretty then, but my attention wasn’t on him as much as it is now.
Besides, I can see his dick now. It’s not quite soft, which I’m going to choose is a reflection of being naked with me.
My eyes travel up to his face and, much like he observed the fae woods for the first time, curious amazement reflects in hisexpression as he examines me. I glance down, noting for the millionth time, how vastly different my body is.
There are no gender parts. Nothing at all. I’m a blank surface, featureless. Like a doll. No nipples. No holes. Not even a belly button.
Rainer meets my eyes, his eyebrows knitted together.
“Early on, Silence didn’t know how to turn off genders, but they eventually figured it out.”
His mouth opens and closes a couple times, unsure what to say.
“We weren’t created to breed,” I continue. “We were supposed to be expendable weapons.”
He doesn’t like that explanation, so I offer him another. “Icanbreed. Probably. I can also… uh…makegenitals. You know, like my horns come and go.” I reach up to the twisted horn on my head.
His eyes follow my hand and narrow. He comes closer and wraps his hand around my wrist to turn my arm over. There are three numbers carved into the outside of my arm. 914.
“We were numbered,” I tell him, shrugging. “I can’t remember—did I tell you I was named when the nice lady at the rescue facility took us in?”
Rainer nods. He softly runs his fingers over the numbers. “I hate this past for you,” he murmurs. “I used to think that there was no worse way to live than that of humans born into this world. I realize now how incredibly fortunate I’ve been.”
“Well… maybe not fortunate. You did watch your parents die.”
His nod is subtle. “Yes, I did, but I had loving parents. My childhood wasn’t filled with horror. Yes, there were things that scared me but not anything like what you’ve been through.”
A vision flashes before my eyes of a man standing over me as I cower in a corner, having returned from my first assignmentwhere I refused to kill someone. He’d already beaten me with a spiked paddle, and I could still feel the dried blood on my skin. Now, a length of chain rests in his thickly gloved hands, the middle burning hotly.
Rainer hasn’t seen those scars on my back.
I touch my hand to his chest. “I was able to live the second part of my childhood worry-free. I grew up on Base 6. I had friends and family. I went to school and learned shit. Now, I’m out in the world, and I kill pods when we come across them. I’m sure that the specific monsters who hurt me are all dead, but I know I’m not the only teko who would cause a mass riot if the remnants of Silence rose again. Trust me when I tell you that we’d rather see the world burn, along with every living thing on it, than let those monsters gain power.”
His hand moves to my cheek, and his touch is so soft, so gentle. I’m left breathless as I stare into his eyes, his gaze locked on mine. “I’d fight alongside you,” he says.
Kaida’s yap makes us jump. Rainer takes a step back, spinning to look at Kaida. She’s chasing a fish in the water. She yaps at it again and follows it under the surface.
“Let’s swim,” I say, taking Rainer’s hand to pull him toward the water. He lets me guide him.
At the edge of the water, I count to three and jump from the side with Rainer next to me. We sink into the warm water. Bubbles surround me, covering my skin like little tickling fingers.
This is the clearest, cleanest water in the world. There’s no sting when you open your eyes. Nothing at all to hinder your sight under the surface.
Rainer’s eyes are closed. He hovers where he is for a minute before swimming toward the surface. Amusingly, I’m right at dick height when his head is out of the water, so I get to see this thing standing up.
It’s sexy. I wonder if he’d let me take a lick. Just a small one? Or, you know, a longer one. Whichever he’d prefer.
I don’t try, though. I’d rather ask than touch him without permission. I don’t like to be touched without being asked first, though him taking my hand or wrist in his hand doesn’t bother me. Any other time, the other two touches might have. I would have pulled away.
My monster doesn’t cringe away from Rainer though. That’s probably one of the things that convinces me, more than anything else, that he’s mine. His touch isn’t a deterrent. It’s not something that makes me uncomfortable.
I want it.
We float around on the pond for quite some time as Kaida plays with the fish, then we wander the fae forest for hours, leaving our clothes beside the pond. I hold Rainer’s hand as often as I can, and I’m hypnotized by the way his dick stays hard almost the entire time we’re in the forest.
I’m disappointed when he doesn’t ask me to touch him though. It must be seriously frustrating to be hard for so long without getting off. Does he need me to tell him that I’d get him off? I’m sad when he puts it away, though. He’s beautiful all over, but naked, he’s a work of art. I’d carve stone monuments in his honor.
