With nothing left to do, I kick off my shoes and drop onto the bed. The sun is nearly down now. There are more shadows in the room than anything else. They get longer, wider, until they cover the room entirely.
The bed moves, and I feel two people climb on. I grunt in frustration and move to the edge of the mattress. Fuckers. My chestdoes notfeel lighter knowing that they’re still here. I’m not at all relieved.
Thankfully, they always insist on aggravating me, soifI were to feel relieved or whatever, it’s erased almost right away when they strip and begin fucking. Right beside me. On the bed that I covered for myself in the room that I claimed for myself.
I close my eyes and try to ignore them, but their moans and grunts fill me with hot need. It drops to my core and burns hot. I shudder when Notto’s low, deep groan lingers in the air.
As subtle as I can, so they don’t think I’m enjoying their porn show, I reach down to grasp my throbbing cock. Assholes.Assholes.That’s what they are.
I’m as furious as I am relieved when they grab me. Two sets of hands tear my clothes off, and I don’t even pretend I have the strength to fight. I need to get off.
“Which hole do you want tonight, my god?” Notto murmurs, deep voice even deeper now that it’s filled with gruff arousal.
“Front,” I tell him. “Ride me.”
He’s on me in the next second, sliding down my length and stuffing my fat, throbbing cock in his front hole. It’s tight, shallow, slick as fuck. I grip his hips, shoving mine upward. His deep voice becomes high as he grunts that sexy fucking whine.
I keep one hand on his hip. Maybe guiding him. Maybe making sure he doesn’t go anywhere. The other I bring around to his front and grab his little cock. It’s so adorably small. Three inches hard and sensitive as fuck. As soon as I grip him, his entire body shudders. His hole clamps around me, threatening to get me off far too soon.
“Drys,” I moan. “Sit on my face.”
He’s there before I finish the demand. Straddling my head, his smooth body with no crack, creases, or protrusions is positioned over me.
Drystan is a fucking magician in bed. He can become anything his lover wants him to be. I lick up the underside of him once. Twice. The third time, my tongue pushes into a crease.Inside that crease, my tongue meets not one or two or even three cockheads but four. All lined up.
I tease them with my tongue, sucking on their slits and nipping at their mushroom tops. Notto rides my cock while I listen to both men squeal and moan on top of me.
I hate this. I hate that I love that. I hate that they know exactly what I want. What I need. I hate everything about how stupidly perfect they are. I hate how they make pleasure spiral through my body like a cyclone. I hate the sounds they pull from my mouth.
I hate how good Notto feels on me, no matter what hole he rides with. I hate that his little cock is my favorite thing to hold in the entire goddamn world. I hate how responsive he is to me. I hate how high and low his voice gets as he sinks deeper and deeper into the pleasure I fill him with.
I hate it all. I hate that Drystan can give me a wild dream. A fantastical imagining. He can give me anything I dream up, even when I don’t tell him what I want. I hate that I have found cocks to feast on buried inside his body so I have to practically suffocate between his legs to reach them.
I hate how good this feels. I hate the intensity of the orgasm they give me. I hate the erotic notes that Notto reaches as he comes all over my hand. I hate how Drystan bathes me in his cum from four dicks.
I hate that I don’t hate them at all. I hate that I love them more than life.
RAINER
Mama said there’s always a lesson to be learned from history. Sometimes people are just too stupid to learn from it.
Over the next week, their arguing gets worse, growing louder and almost constant. We continue walking north, and the weather gets cooler each day. I hope we stop at a library soon. I’m going to need some warmer clothes.
We’ve been seeking out houses, which isn’t bad. I’m enjoying exploring the different layouts of each one. It’s interesting to imagine how humans used to live a hundred years ago. Sometimes, I push buttons and flip switches, wondering what they used to do.
It’s a good distraction from their constant fighting. I’m not even involved in the fighting, yet my shoulders are constantly tense. I don’t sleep well because my shoulders and neck ache from the tension, and I feel sore every morning.
Today is crappy from the start. It’s raining, which means we’re not walking. If we were further south where it was hot, I’dargue that the rain would feel good, but that’s not the case. It’s chilly. I’m actually cold in the morning, even curled up beside Kaida, so I share her body heat and press myself against her soft fur.
I don’t ask where they get food from. Honestly, I appreciate not having to hunt for it every time I get hungry. This morning, they’ve done nothing but bicker. Notto seems to be picking at Keary every time there’s a quiet moment, which only makes another argument ensue.
By this point, I think I’ve gleaned that they’re supposed to be together. Like, romantically. Given the information I’ve been told about monstersbymonsters, maybe Keary doesn’t want to mate with them even though their monsters insist that they’re packmates?
Sometimes I think I’m just going to ask, but when a quiet moment finally comes around, I want the peace to last as long as possible. Those quiet times are becoming few and far between, and I know my question is only going to lead to more arguing. I’m not interested in the answer enough to break their silence.
I thought the weather was somber enough that the quiet that carries us through breakfast would to extend throughout the morning. As soon as the thought crosses my mind, their arguing ensues.
Sighing, I get up and head outside, thankful this house has a wrap-around porch. When I step outside, the wind has the rain directly in my face, so I quickly follow around the side of the house and turn the corner. I’m about halfway along the length before the rain stops hitting me.
