“To be fair, I think the Daemons have been a target a lot longer,” Kohara said. “Ryker, especially, but they also have the only known living banshee. Something that Silence has made no secret that they want to possess again.”
“Yes. That doesn’t negate the fact that we all know that Silence will be looking in our directions more vigilantly. But we’re prepared now. As are our friends. We won’t be easy targets,” Saar said.
“And perhaps more importantly, The Harem Project has decided that they’re going to up their concentration on the Division of Silence. No more passive watching and learning. They know it's time to take a stand. That means the development of weapons. Counterattacks. Increasing protection and our safe house facilities,” Kohara said.
“What if that’s not enough?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Kohara asked.
“They’ve moved to humans and humans are unaware of what’s out there. They’re living blindly, not knowing that there are worse dangers in the world. That they need to be looking over their shoulders for something worse than a mugging,” I said.
I wasn’t sure which part of the things I saw shook me more. The robot hybrids. Beasts that were working on tearing us apart. Maybe the fetuses of new monsters. Or perhaps the women kept for breeding. Could also be the bodies that looked like they were trying to be tied together.
The images resurfaced in my sleep several times in the last week. Sometimes I was observing just like I had when we stormed the place. Sometimes I was watching it all happen. And sometimes I was the victim.
“Telling the world that monsters are real could have some very negative consequences,” Kohara said.
“Yes. More organizations like ORKA, which is not at all what we need when we have bigger fish to fry,” Gale said. “Though, arguably, they’ve proven themselves to be more than just an irritating gnat.”
Sighing, I shrugged. “I don’t have an answer. And I’m not saying we should just go out and wave a flag that says ‘monsters are real, so be careful of dark corners.’ It’s something to consider. Because they’re wild game that doesn’t know they’re being hunted. They can’t protect themselves if they don’t know.”
“They can’t fight back if they don’t know the threat is there,” Tem added.
The words hung heavy in the air for a while as we lay there. Tem stood, and I watched as he set up his camera before laying back in the group. I could hear the quietclickof the lens every few seconds as it captured picture after picture.
At first, I thought we were contemplating what our conversation had been about. But it didn’t take long before the quiet sound of the ocean lapping at the shore was mixed with kisses. Quiet moans. Heavy breaths.
“We should have chosen a nudist beach,” Taranis said. “We’d already be naked.”
“Dramatic,” Notus muttered. “You’re wearing a thong.”
I giggled, turning into Bronte’s side. He was still lying on his back, watching the clouds above. Though I didn’t miss the way his cock was thick and protruding from his bathing suit. He smiled, then shifted so he could bring his arm under me and pull me closer.
I leaned against his chest, resting my hand against his taut stomach. Already behind me, our husbands were getting spicy and Bronte’s grin stretched across his face.
“So,” I said.
He turned his gray-blue eyes to me. Their shade has been closer to a typical storm’s since the attack. More gray than blue. And his hair has been darker, no longer the light blond but a dark brown. It was interesting to see him change like a chameleon before our eyes. Once, I might have thought it was based on mood, but he’d stayed blond and blue-eyed right up until we hit Silence. And I know for a fact that those weeks leading up to it weren’t bright and sunny for any of us.
So it must have been something else that made his finer features shift in color. Maybe he knew what they were. But maybe he didn’t. I didn’t ask. He was breathtaking, regardless of what he looked like.
“What would you like?” he asked.
It was on the tip of my tongue to put the question back on him, but I already knew his answer. He wanted to be used. He wanted to be commanded. To be handled.
But I also knew that he liked pleasure.
Smiling, I slipped my fingers down his stomach and traced his hard dick through the thong that he wore. All of us were in thongs from another of Tem’s brand sponsors. There were thicker bands that reminded me more of a jockstrap than an actual thong. The way they also framed their ass cheeks instead of just slicing between them.
For me, it was a simple thong, but with a thicker elastic around my waist. I was topless, but only because we were tucked inside a little private area that our rented house afforded us. Though there were plenty of people down on the beach and they were likely staring up at the group of mostly naked people getting dirty.
I didn’t care. Let them watch.
Bronte held my eyes as I traced the length of his cock. It stretched up, bouncing slightly as if flexing to see me. I grinned, stretching myself to press my lips to his. “Do you have any objections to being sucked?”
His eyes darkened. “No. But you don’t have to.”
“I really want to see how you take pleasure when it’s just you receiving it.”
