Alaska is a magical eel, an abaia. And of course, there’s Rylan the kraken and Iskander the nymph.
They’re all vastly different. Crazy strong—except Iska. Nymphs are relatively gentle, harmless creatures, but there’s beauty in nature. The natural order of life.
Evolution created monsters, and then there’s me. Created in a lab by fucking insane people.
Notto’s chuckle has me glancing in his direction. He’s watching Rainer, who's staring at the Kallans as if he’s seeing ghosts. I grin, too. Rainer met them all in passing when we visited Base 6 to get his ankle fixed, but they’d been mostly human-shaped with just hints of their monsters hanging out.
I don’t clearly remember the days when monsters were almost always in human skins so they could blend in. By the time I’d been rescued, they’d already closed themselves off from the human world even though they still resided within it.
I was young though, so I don’t remember the details. What I do know is that they’d tried to tell humans what was happening, but half the population decided to be stupid fucks and ignore the signs. Monsters weren’t going to put their necks out to help the humans who refused to help themselves.
They wanted separation, so that’s what they got.
Now, it’s different. Now, monsters are almost always in their natural state which is somewhere between monster and human in appearance. It’s a happy harmony. A beautiful mix of everything they are.
“Feel like a swim break?” Iska asks.
I’m not sure Rainer is interested in swimming. He raises a brow and glances down at how he’s dressed. I don’t think it’s that he’s fully clothed but that he’s wearing a hoodie, pants, and boots. He’s been cold for days.
“I’m going to watch,” I tell them, pointing toward the outcropping of rocks down the bank.
“Same,” Rainer says. He offers me his hand, and together we leave them as Notto and Keary strip down to join the sea monsters in the water.
Like most sea-life, they’re broken down into two groups. Saltwater and freshwater. With the exception of Iskander, thesemonsters are all saltwater monsters. Trueseamonsters. The others are considered water monsters. Iskander, like those anomalies in nature, can survive readily in either environment.
“Do you not feel the cold?” Rainer asks. “The wind is icy. I can only imagine what the water feels like.”
I grin. “We don’t feel it to the same degree you do for various reasons. The sea monsters are made for cold water. As a god of the sun, Keary produces his own heat. Notto feels it, though usually only after quite a while of exposure. He’ll be fine for a few hours.”
“And you?”
“Mm.” I shrug. “I’m… This is going to sound a little self-deprecating, but I’m not a real boy.” He gives me a bemused look, and I laugh. “Remember, I was created as a single-use weapon, and that weapon needed to be infallible. What good is a weapon that becomes sluggish in cold weather or hindered by extreme sun? Most of the qualities that made us vulnerable were erased.”
“That’s…” Rainer shakes his head. “Interesting, and also it kind of gives you an advantage in life now.”
I nod. “Yep.” We reach the rocks and make ourselves comfortable. Rainer smirks when I pull him into my lap so I can wrap around him. “We’ve learned that what they’d thought made usinhuman—orinmonster,as the case may be for us non-humans—actually means that, in a lot of ways, we’re far superior to most species that exist naturally.”
Rainer looks at me with bemusement. “Are you now?”
Grinning, I nip at his jaw. “You’ve already learned that I’m pretty immune to heat. I also survive on far less sustenance than any other living thing. I can change my body to almost any configuration, so while I’m not invulnerable to attack, I’m also able to answer any attack with a counter of their own weaknesses. I not only have no gender, but I have all genders. Ican have a pocket or a pouch, a dick the size of a tree or a finger. I can have three heads or seven. I can have one hole, a crease, eight holes. And best of all… I self-lubricate.AndI can breed by either producing seed or carrying my own offspring.”
“You know what? You’re right. You’re absolutely perfect.”
I beam at him. “I’m glad you agree. Which part convinced you? The multiple dicks, right? Keary loves when I have multiple.”
“Oh.” His cheeks heat. “Why does he want multiple?”
“My sweet, sweet flower. Let me show you the joys of two dicks. I’ll also show you Notto’s favorite thing at the very same time.”
He’s still flushing. I can feel his skin heat up under my touch, and it’s yummy. Rainer nods, and I waste no time adjusting us on the hard rock so I have access to his sexy ass. The pants get stripped from his beautiful body, and I immediately begin working his hole for a little bit of double dicking. Not double dipping but dicking.
Rainer shifts, bringing his knee up to give me better reach. Using my spit, which I can change the consistency of—woo for being the perfect mad experiment—I get him nice and wet. Stretched wide, he moans deliciously.
Then I roll him onto his back because I want to see his face when I push inside his tight body. It’s been fun watching Keary fuck him, but now it’s my turn. Time to show him what a disposable monster can do.
His eyes stare at my body as it grows the limbs I want. The first time he looked at me and I remained a blank slate, it felt like my entire world shuddered beneath me. It was the first time I’d felt unwanted. Undesirable. Unpretty.
Until he told me that I was perfect exactly the way I was. He didn’t want to change me at all. I’d had to find the memory thatheld the knowledge of how to react to my own arousal. It’s fun, but I’d completely forgotten.
