Page 35 of A Siren of Beasts

Imp looked down at my pussy with worry in his eyes as he scootched down and nuzzled his cheek over it. “No, you can’t break, I enjoy your pussy far too much, Shiny. Although your ass is pretty wonderful as well, then there’s the feel of your mouth wrapped around my cock. Yup, I like all of it, every inch of Shiny is perfect, and mine.”

This sent me into another wave of laughter as he stroked my pussy like it was a cat, telling it how good it was. His praise had me envious of my own vagina, but when he heard my stomach let out a loud gurgle he instantly sat up.

“Shiny, why didn’t you tell me you were hungry enough to wake the monster that lives in your stomach,” Imp said with an accusatory look.

Pushing up so I was sitting opposite him I poked him in the chest with a finger. “I did tell you I was hungry, then you complained because we hadn’t gotten to a hundred. Also, there isn’t a monster in my stomach, it’s more like a warning to tell others that I’m hungry.”

“That is a rather loud warning, are you sure it’s not a little monster that lives inside you? That could be why you need to still eat so you can feed that monster what it wants,’’ Imp argued.

“Trust me, it’s not a monster. The only monster that would be growing in my belly is one you put in there,” I muttered, climbing out of bed and heading for the wardrobe.

I found a thick black velvet robe and slipped it on along with soft furlined slip on shoes. The stone floor was covered in here but the second my foot touched anywhere else in the house I would be freezing. When I turned back to ask Imp a question, I found my raven standing at the foot of the bed with his skull mask back in place. It was a little odd knowing that underneath was a face I’d come to adore and held a mark of our bond proudly on his forehead.

He reached out for me and I let him tug me into a hug as he nuzzled against my neck. “You smell like me, I enjoy this immensely.”

Chuckling, I pressed my hands to his chest, kissed his cheek, and stepped back. “I think what you mean to say is that I reek of sex and sweat. I don’t know how I’m not covered in cum with how many times you decided to see if you could make me come just from rubbing it into my skin. There isn’t even a trace on the blankets, sheets, or pillows. It’s like—”

“Magic?” Imp offered, cutting in. “You will learn soon enough not to view things like a human. There are many tricks we monsters have up our sleeves and magic just makes it that much easier. Once we’ve fed you, and the monster you deny having in your belly, I can show you the bathing chamber. I’m sure if you ask the guardian he’d be happy to heat the water for you.”

“Food then a bath sounds amazing,” I agreed with a sigh, ignoring the part about my belly monster.

We headed down hand in hand, Imp unwilling to detach himself from me just yet. I grasped the pendant that hung around my neck, his mark of our bond that warmed at my touch. During our epic rounds of passion it had changed to being a bracelet, keeping itself out of the way and not strangling me by getting caught in the sheets.

“It’s so quiet, are the others still here?” I asked.

“I doubt they would leave, even though this place is protected it would be too much of a risk to assume it would keep everything out. This place is much bigger now so they might have hidden away where they didn’t have to be tortured by the sounds of you screaming as I made you come,” Imp reasoned, sounding far too pleased with himself.

Back on the first floor I entered the cooking area and froze. There was Hisceas stirring a pot with something mouthwatering bubbling away on the hearth. I caught the scent of fresh baked bread as well that was cooling on the counter, making my stomach growl even louder.

Imp dropped to his knees and pressed his ear to my belly. “There has to be a monster in there, did you hear how loud it was screaming?”

Hisceas rose a brow as he watched the raven. “While I’m not an expert on this matter, I don’t believe you could have filled her with an offspring that would be making such noises this quickly. Normally it takes months for that to happen, especially in humans.”

Pulling away from my stomach, Imp looked up at Hisceas. “That’s not what I’m talking about. Shiny says when she gets hungry this warning sound is made to alert us she needs food. I think there is a small monster that lives there instead and what she eats feeds this monster, keeping it quiet.”

Covering my mouth, I tried to fight back laughter, but it was a losing battle.

“Just when I didn’t think the feather brain couldn’t be more of an idiot,” Rhun scoffed as he joined us with a massive fish in his hands that looked like it had been cooked over a fire. “Since you don’t need to eat physical food to stay alive there is no need for your stomach to growl at you. All humans have this obviously, and so do some monsters such as myself. Fucking tiny monster in her stomach, so stupid.”

Imp hissed at him and shot to his feet. “Let’s not start a fight about what I know that you don’t, fur face. I’ve spent centuries learning all there is about monsters, the gods, and our lands. Humans have never been my concern, why would I waste valuable brain power on something so insignificant?”

“Because your mate thinks and acts like a human since that’s all she’s ever known,” Rhun pointed out as he placed the fish on the counter and sliced it up with his claws. “It will take time for her to adjust, and we will be there to help her. Well, those of us who understand that part of her.”

“Enough,” I snapped, garnering their attention and shutting them up. “Seriously, can you two not just have a conversation? Is this rivalry between your species so strong that you can’t manage to be in the same space without fighting?”

Imp shot out a hand pointing it in Rhun’s face, who in return batted it out of the way. “He started it.”

Rolling my eyes, I groaned.

“Little Siren,” Hisceas called, pulling my attention to him. “Go sit at the table and I will bring over your food.”

“I can get it,” I offered, but the look he gave me made me rethink that choice. “Alright, I’ll go sit.”

With this much larger cooking area, there was a large wooden table with eight chairs. I settled my hand on one but was stopped from pulling it away from the table by Milin. “No, Song Bird, you sit at the head of the table, as the queen’s heir should.”

Having spent my whole life being someone unimportant, it was so strange to find myself surrounded by monsters who considered me quite the opposite. Milin pulled out my chair for me, and I sat only for him to then slide my chair in like I’d seen at the palace court. Seconds later a bowl of hot soup, roasted fish, and a slice of fresh warm bread was set before me.

“How did you know how to make all this?” I asked, wonder in my voice as I looked up at my gentle giant.