Both of our heads whipped toward the direction of the shrill sound, seeing two girls, clearly guests of the haunted house. They stood in the open room we overlooked from our current position, the main open room of Spore Sector. The black drapes that attempted to cover us weren’t doing too hot of a job, and they could at least see that Arze was behind me and I was bent over in front of him.
The girls stared for a few beats, and we were frozen from our own immobilization of being caught and what it could mean. But the girls turned toward the lengthy exit that followed Spore Sector and started laughing and giggling, clearly entertained by what they’d seen. Whether or not that thought catching us was part of the haunted house or not would have to be a question both Arze and I would be comfortable with in never receiving an answer to.
I grunted in surprise as Arze pulled out of me, feeling a gush of his cum leaving my ass and sliding down my leg as he swiftly started pulling his pants back up.
“What did we just do?” The panic in his voice did nothing to soothe me over how he felt about the exchange we’d just had together.
Suddenly very self-conscious, I stood up and pulled my underwear and pants up, not even caring about the cum that was wetting the fabric of my undergarments. When I turned around, Arze was fully dressed again, running his hands through his orange hair in a fit of hysteria.
“Arze, it’s okay.” The music was still in effect, and I was tempted to walk over and switch it off. But then we’d be in total silence and somehow, that seemed way worse in comparison.
“No, it’s not okay!” He yelled, starting to pace back and forth in front of me. “What if those girls say something to Jane? What if other tythwig hear of this? What if—” He didn’t finish that sentence, because I had grabbed his jaw, making him look into my eyes. Arze stared back at me, but there was a vacancy in them that hadn’t been there before. It was almost like he was internally shutting down and couldn’t really see me looking back at him.
“Arze—”
“I’m so sorry, Krueger.” His voice shook, scratchy and uneven as emotion wobbled in his eyes just as much as it rattled his voice. “I have to go.”
He started running from me, heading in the same direction as the girls who had caught us went, toward the exit.
“Arze!” I screamed after him, but in the end, it didn’t matter.
I was standing there alone in Spore Sector, my own release splattered all over the slate floor, feeling more used than my shoes when I realized I’d accidentally covered them too.
So much for giving in to my crush.
Khalice popped in, shocked by the timing of it all, glad she hadn’t gotten a view of Arze and I giving in to each other like the guests had. Oh god, this was increasingly messy, wasn’t it?
“Krueger,” Per usual, she elevated her voice to be heard over the music. “There’s a woman outside claiming to be your sister who wants to say hi. And she brought a stellymn as a date.”
Right, Myers mentioned that she and her stellymn crush were planning on stopping by the haunts as part of their date. I sighed, staring up at the ceiling in abject horror over my luck. “Fanfuckingtastic.”
Chapter 19
The mental tortureI put myself through for the rest of my shift could not be measured accurately enough. It was hard enough putting on a straight face when I’d gone out and seen my sister. I didn’t get a chance to meet her guy, because we’d been plagued by more guests and she didn’t want to bother me while working. Which made it a hell of a lot easier to not have to divulge the details of getting railed by Arze while I’d been on the clock.
I didn’t see Arze the rest of the evening, unsure if he was just avoiding me or if he had left work all together. Luckily though, the girls that had walked in on us having sex weren’t sharing the story freely. We were very fortunate because it seemed like they just figured it was all a part of the show.
Why they would think that an Orb and a human having sex was part of a haunted house and not a much more natural thing than most people thought was beyond me, but whatever.
Khalice kept asking me what the hell was going on and where Arze had gone, but I just avoided her gaze and shrugged, telling her that I had no idea where he was or what had transpired. At least I’d had the forethought of cleaning the floor in Spore Sector before anymore guests came through. No one needed to know about what Arze and I had done.
A mix of emotions kept plaguing me, even as I rode my bike back to the RV park after my shift. As exhilarating as it was to have sex with Arze, especially the level of deranged rough sex that happened which made me hard again just to think about, I also felt absolutely horrible for him. I still didn’t know why tythwig and humans weren’t supposed to entangle themselves together, but I knew enough to know that Arze might be beating himself up about giving in to the boiling chemistry between us.
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep without reliving our tryst and waking up too hard to sleep or feeling expansive pangs of guilt that kept my mind whirring into the abyss of self-infliction. I didn’t want Arze to regret what we’d done, but there was a high possibility that he was in a spiral of doubt and self-hatred. And that absolutely tore me to shreds.
I woke up to a text from Arze, curious that he even had my number in the first place, but between wiping through the sleep around my eyes, I was able to fully take his words in.
Hey Krueger, it’s Arze. I got your number from Jane. I’m sorry for running off, but I was wondering if we could talk about last night before work today? Let me know if you’re available
My heart tossed as I reread the text once and then twice just for good measure. I was elated that he wanted to discuss things, but I was also really nervous that I wasn’t ever going to see him back at work. For all I knew, he wanted to meet up to ask me to quit working for Jane so he wasn’t tempted for a repeat, considering that he started working there before I did and I was leaving town anyway.
Even though that looming deadline was hovering over me like a swinging axe waiting for its opportunity to be let free,I couldn’t let go of the sex we’d had. It was…unlike I’d ever experienced before. Even with Lincoln, which was great, it was a mild black pepper compared to the ghost pepper habanero Arze had to offer.
I had no idea why I was so hung up on seeing him again. It wasn’t like we could date or whatever. But did I want more sex out of it?
Hell fucking yes.
Pushing my thoughts of being beneath Arze again to the wayside, I refocused my attention back on my phone and typed up a quick response.
