That same feeling comes from Rainer now. There’s no pull for anything. His arousal definitely moves through me, pulls at me, heats me, but it doesn’t shape me.
“Oh fuck,” Rainer murmurs as he curls up to see what I made. “That… uh… big?”
I grin. “I promise you’re going to like it. You’re going to ride like a bucking stallion, gorgeous.”
His look is dubious, but he leans back down again. I bring my slick dicks to his hole, beginning with one. The fattest one. He’s already falling apart for me, and we’re just getting started. I let him writhe on that cock alone for a few minutes.
When he’s nothing but sexy sounds, I begin easing my second dick into his tight, hot hole.
His back arches. “Oh my fuck,” he grunts, then he gasps. His legs fall wide, giving me a delicious view of his leaking dick. “Fuck. Drys.”
My name falling from his pretty lips makes me groan. My hips have a mind of their own, and I jerk forward, accidentally on purpose sinking my dicks completely inside him. His breath chokes off for a moment, but he’s already moving on me.
There’s nothing sexier than seeing how responsive this man is. Now that I’m deep inside him, I roll us again so he’s on top. Immediately, Rainer begins riding me with purpose. I watch the way his hole stretches so damn wide to accommodate my two dicks. If he likes this, maybe he’ll enjoy three.
Then again, he might not make it to the part that Notto likes if I’m not quick. He doesn’t have as many holes as Notto. I guess we can’t all be as perfect as he is.
Still, I grow the third appendage down low and wrap it around Rainer’s cock. It pulses with heat, with shivering muscles that feel like they’re vibrating. I grip his balls and all around hisshaft, covering his head with a suctioning crown. My man goes wild as I feed him pleasure that sinks right back into me over and over again.
This is so much better than swimming.
KEARY
Monsters are giving the pods too much space. You think you’ve seen every horror, but then you come upon something that makes you reel back and say, what the fuck is that?
When we were young, I used to read to Iska for hours every week. I knew the kinds of stories he liked. Excitement. Adventure. Learning. But always with a romantic storyline and a happily ever after. The romance didn’t have to be a prominent part of the storyline. We could read 900 pages, and he’d still be happy even if the couple doesn’t even kiss until the end.
Always, the end goal of being loved unconditionally, with respect and compassion, was what put stars in his eyes.
His first family was awful. I hated them. I hated how he was treated. I hated the manipulation and control that happened in that house. It took them ripping away hisdojem—a kind of monstrous soulmate—for everyone in that house to see theway they were nothing but puppets to their head of house, a narcissistic siren named Imani.
Thankfully, Iska had finally decided that he didn’t care about the magical rules of marriage and left that toxic situation. As far as I know, they all, four other men and one woman, left Imani. I don’t know what became of them, and frankly, I don’t care. No one stood up when they saw what Imani was doing to Iska. No one spoke up. No one did anything at all until Iskander left entirely.
The moment he met the Kallans, I knew that they were the monsters he was meant for. They doted on him. Cherished him. Never let a day go by where he didn’t know how very loved he was.
Perhaps more importantly, they didn’t try to end the relationship between Iska and hisdojem. They welcomed it, embraced it, and nourished it. If there was ever a love story written for Iska, he’s living it.
We spend several days with the Kallans, and every day I can’t help but feel incredibly thankful that my best friend finally found the place that he was always meant to be. With the people who love him and every relationship he has outside of them. There’s no control or guilt or abuse. Nothing but love.
As they leave, I take Rainer’s hand, realizing how much I’d been fooling myself. I don’t want a fairy tale, but I do want love. I want to love and be loved. Iska had once said I want the kind of epic love that happens in novels even though I always argued that happy endings didn’t exist.
Looking at Rainer, Notto, and Drystan, I’m willing to admit—only to myself—that I was right. There is no ending here. Only beginnings. We’ve barely begun our relationship, so there’s definitely no ending in sight.
We’re back to walking, following the wide paved roads that head north. Concrete still covers the ground, but it’s littered withdeep holes and wide crevices. However, it’s a clear road, a rather straight path, and we’re not traveling through trees filled with beasts.
Arguably, we’re choosing the wide-open areas where the aerial beasts hunt, but since the sun follows us, we’ve been left alone.
It’s fall weather now, so the clouds are becoming more frequent, the wind is picking up and carrying with it a colder temperature, and the days are getting shorter.
What I love about traveling with a purpose is that we’re constantly reaching measurable milestones. I can see the enormous green sign from a century ago that says NYC 30 miles. We’re incredibly close to where Rainer began.
We’ve been watching him closely for any signs that he’s feeling distressed by being so close to the place where his parents were killed. I can’t imagine he hasn’t seen the sign telling us how close we are, but Rainer seems happy enough looking around.
However, as we pass the sign, I see the marker we’ve been looking for. Like all monsters and humans the world over, we like to mark our territory to tell those encroaching that we will defend it if they come to cause trouble. The pods have begun to do the same.
At first, I thought they were mocking us. Showing their arrogance that we didn’t manage to wipe them out. But now I think that they’re doing it to communicate with other pods that this is their hunting ground. We’re now walking into green and yellow pod territory.
It might not be mockery behind their emboldened announcement about where they’re located, but they’re definitely feeling confident and secure enough in their workings that they’re no longer attempting to keep their locations secret.
